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I've played these days of glancing at the ice cream theme twitter, but I need more characters, so let an old-fashioned post. It is the greatness of managing an empire in social networks.

to see where we started, that the idea is to collect all the material covered in this summer, which is not enough, and I have the hope of recovering the taste of my old posts.

So for starters, a topic I addressed in the privacy but I will gradually assimilate with seniority: this summer has set the pace of vanilla nougat. The teacher-yo Achopijo you I would not miss his posts on diapers and Sponge bob - blames my parenting, and who knows. Request a vanilla ice cream is to be a kid, and ask one of nougat puts you ten years, that is, to change the voice with which you ask.

I have been a vanilla confessed and convinced, to the dismay of my wife, which compares with vanilla ice cream, which was not even worth mentioning.

But back to what was, there was one day this summer in Laredo, where I celebrated my particular transition: two scoops ice cream, a vanilla and a nougat. But is that the nougat was so fucking outrageous, had particles of ultra fluffy nougat jijona that melt in your mouth vanilla poor painting became less than the wafer. And since then, and what is being made ice cream, I've gone to nougat. Vale

I still love my flirtations with vanilla, have been for many years. In fact, taking advantage of the pull eighties revival of ice cream, I acknowledge that I have pulled enough of Mikolápiz, this elegy to the simplicity of ice, the ice-toy, I'd love to know the number of mikolápices I've made in my life, who manages the data, @ MisterChip?

Hooking a little with the previous post, the weekend wedding in Pamplona I could Kilito come with a more leisurely account only ice cream. I already mentioned the excellent standard of catering the wedding, which reached its high point in unemployment peak of copeteo, when the bottom appeared a pushcart there you prepare them in situ, the dream of every person. And to top it off, and the Plaza del Castillo, is an ice cream shop on the corner where they put an ice cream cookie that is a real scandal. I said.

The return to Madrid means also a little ice around the industry, and that we signed with Ben & Jerry's Cookie Dough and Vanilla in a while. Unbeatable. 1 fixed in the pool.

But I was him on the trail to the Carte D'or Muffin, since I saw the French announcement service through my documentation and saw that there was subject matter of Carla Bruni, who always sum. Note:

I've tasted this week and not know what to say, I think I need the double checking because the feeling was good, but I think lacks finish, in any case, we are playing in the Champions League, eh? Group stage yet, but the Champions League.

As always we talk about ice cream brands such as Ben & Jerry's and Mini, owned by Unilever, the same dogs with different collars ...-, is time to remember the words of my friend Oscar, a reader of this blog and familiar with that organization, two days after starting work there, and the majestic us well learned, came home with a box of Magnum and opened one to eat while famously said: "The truth is that ice cream we make a whore mother. "

True.

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As you can see, I have all the wording on vacation and do not update the blog.Mira that what I have said, that the first half of August should be, which always gets some, but nothing, no way.

Apologies, then.

I am in Madrid last Monday, yes, if someone has come across these days in the capital, maybe it was me. It is neither the strawberry bear, you. So cool, you get to everything before you can go to dinner at Tomato, booked two months in advance (no big deal ...), and the heat does not rest but in some moments is even bearable.

All in all, I've been on Rodriguez, which, from time to time, is just and necessary, what we're going to cheat now, with the confidence that we have.

As I am very excesses, on Monday I hit a double film to see if by chance I get to date on everything there is to see in the movies. I saw two short films with charm, "Sunshine Cleaning" and "Two Lovers", the first is a good opening act, and second, a real "must".

With the theme of the film begins to happen to me like every time I least surprising things to me before and I raised. For example, an entry in some cinemas are also no big cost € 7.50 # ojoconeso. For me going to the movies is still the greatest of passions, but acknowledge that the other day I hit the price. Pelas 1,250 for a couple of movies that within 3 months or less will be on DVD. I do not know what I mean, really, do not take me seriously, I think this afternoon I get another double, the act of going to the movies remains fascinating to me, insuperable, but after a year that I'm not going far it may start to see otherwise.

Otherwise, the week was spent in dinners with friends, visiting new inhabitants of this world, welcome Santi Cano, "and some more dangerous, as" writer ", that I was holding and put it on yourself and Telemadrid and I caught a lot, and "Life in wartime," Todd Solondz's always interesting, I stuck with the laughter of those three in which you feel a little bad, but much better see freaks in the movie in real life.

On Saturday I hit an important early start to go to Pamplona for the wedding of Martin & Migueltxo, the first couple that came in the race and Of course, I was happy to be part of your day. Also, go to Pamplona is always a succession of best memories in my head, because we went out there 4 years and always mythical cool to see a people who have lost a little track.

Here is the good guy wins a paragraph of Andrew, which is the typical friend of a friend of those you see at weddings from time to time and last time a few years ago, I said with 4 cups and air apocalyptic "Charly, you thought that this might be the last time we meet in life, you probably will not find anymore?", of course, imagine the hug that gave us the Sabbath ... "see the illusion that makes ...?". see us again What a genius.

We had a hell at the wedding, special mention for the catering Bokado and for a couple of videos with tear gas were prepared for the occasion, and the next day we were still able to take a copazo orange juice Plaza del Castillo at the copazo literal, by the glass and the price-and take a few pintxos more comfortable than anything else.

more, and as the end of post for those who are cool to me during the weekend to talk not come much different story and talks of "Tasio" and "Secrets of the Heart" and of course, yesterday morning I passed Montxo Armendariz in the Plaza del Castillo, who by the way, is spectacular.

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dad castle square, Aita ... daddy? Low cost cayetano


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you not believe that cultural activity in Laredo is overwhelming and I do not have time to update the blog, no, nothing is further from reality, what happens is that between one thing and another, rather same thing, "the hours pass, days pass, and the nonsense, we are already in my last week of vacation.

had high expectations for these holidays to see if I could do absolutely nothing, and yes, I am amply qualified. Eye is not easy, and more, getting up at eight in the morning with the biological clock of small Aitana, which seems to be working at Casio, you.

But hey, that target at eight, if we do a little cinnamon, oh, the bibe of the nine, you've screwed up, quarter to ten, let's take a walk to see the day, you're out of soup, puree the 0:30, come to the pool, waiting to eat the other, that siestilla, pussy, snack time, but if you are already a quarter past seven, going for a drink, fuck , half past eight, the bathroom, oh what a dream, I'll see a little internet, I hope I read half an hour and when it clears the ring at about midnight, I see my capitulito of "Prison Break" ...

So every day, it seems much fun but net-net, nothing. And I was happy.

Last Saturday was a little more hassle because Aitana first anniversary. Flip. A year old now. I think he realized it was a special day, came the grandparents, Aunt Ana, dared Iker, Noa premium and so much fun. From choosing the cake, as are his father-in charge until who has use of reason, and I'll take care of properly indoctrinate. We chose the classic family, toasted yolk, in part because it makes me an illusion of the ciborium in the bakery Switzerland Bilbao tell us every time we ask that this cake is out of print and only do it for us. If true, I love the idea, and if it is a lie, I love the idea too. And are we to good manners.

Now all my thoughts go to know if I want my daughter to call me or dad Aita. The theme gets it, not created. With my 2.70 in the examination of Euskera in selectivity, less bad than we otherwise more than enough, if not, go Nah, you know where we finished ...- you will understand that mine was the Euskera hate-hate relationship, so that one has a thorn and I'm avenging little by little, handing me the prick sometimes, it's language because it looks nice, but I do not fell or sticks and took his hobby. Of course, now the issue is to say "dad" in Bilbao is completely unnatural and if we say "Aita" in Madrid as well think that we are ill, so I'm a mess.

To me what I really want is for us to go a couple of years to live in New York and I quite naturally call daddy, but of course, that's "big words." Big words, come on.

the moment, on Sunday we return to Madrid. Happy holidays to the start now.