The presidential polls have never meant much to me like this time: it's my first ballot. After an aggressive campaign of the candidates for mayor of Lima (Lima eternal our long centralist), I have to give my opinion, however, always attached to the original feeling of love for my true earth Cusco I have to give my opinion. But also, I declare this topic as bipolar thing I've learned in this lifetime and not be gullible.
First position: footing
Taking definite position has always defined me. Right or wrong, my analysis and electoral preference for the two cities where I live is this: In Lima, supported the candidature of Professor Susana Villaran, candidate of social forces, in part by New Left position, his specific proposals and political purposes. I'm sure that the plan "a file for all" will be the guide to Lima you want more security, better transportation and transparency. On the other hand, in Cusco, unfortunately my analysis is, in part, by discarding. We must prevent the candidate Humala and Chavez, Acurio Coco came to the region, for this, I bow my vote for Máximo San Román although not sympathize much with you is the option you could get up early to Acurio, the candidate Humala Cusco region. At provincial level, relied heavily on the candidate Qosqollay, Willy Cuzmar both Wanchac by their government, for the knowledge I have of him. It marked a remarkable work of the expressway (Part Wanchac) and Huayruropata remodeling. At district level, I have found an outstanding candidate.
Second position: indifferent
After lengthy samples of broken promises and broken dreams, there is also disagreement with the position and political actors, vendors and snake charmers promises. Therefore, the songwriter Jorge Millions of deep trova Peruvian brings two great songs representing this view.
Yes, @ s friend ... after a month long of silence for the cows this is over and becomes the routine daily work of all good dog.
But I'm not going to talk at the moment, how I've done in return. Nor is time to roll with new chapters of my new adventures (I'll leave to late September), but as I have spent this month in canine cow that has been around, good and bad times, then you I begin to tell ...
Oh, I forgot. You'll have to build with patience because there are many photos and maybe a little too long I get this post lol.
all started one day in late August ... weekend and it was not, however, Daddy had gone to work. They began strange movements in house logistics ... suitcases came from who knows where and a lot of clothes on the beds. It was clear, I said to myself, another move. So I started ordering my toys and things not to be forgotten. But what was wrong, even for a moment I thought it was another type of move.
Only when all things were well packaged and mom took my travel cot realized it was what the Bipes called "summer vacation." What excitement! I was excited because I knew I was going to go with them but where? ...
Travel drive lasted longer than expected and, although we stopped several times to rest, it was a little long, but in the end, when we enter a great city by the sea and started to walk I thought we had reached our destiny and yet ... I was wrong again, because suddenly, we re-entered the car and got into a very big thing floating in the sea.
I must say that I am not a sailor dog is that, from that terrible experience of my childhood in the " Curueño " I have some aversion to the water unless it is to drink. So there you have me inside a huge thing that Daddy called "the Ferry " wondering why this would serve the ferry, which would be my room because it was getting dark and, above all, what would be our final destination.
It was night when a powerful siren sounded and that began to move. I was in what Daddy called my cabin, in order to tell you it was like being in a kennel ... not too comfortable but at least he was accompanied by other colleagues in my situation which began to howl mournfully in time to the siren.
The next morning Daddy came to fetch me and we started travel again, but where were we?. Then I confirmed that my nose was much water around us ... It was an island! Horror! Did we were shipwrecked?. Well I said to myself, at least I'm with Daddy and Mommy ...
The truth is that this type of shipwrecks has been pretty good, at least we found a very comfortable room at one end of the island called Daddy Menorca. We arrived quite early so we had a chance to take a sneak peek at the beaches of the area, even gave me a small bathroom, the first at sea in my life, and although the waves were high I still think it is much better with four legs on the ground.
Once off the rest of the days passed peacefully with long walks at dawn to explore the surrounding area to our new home ...
One thing that caught my attention was a high and lonely building and placed on a rock that, at night, emitting a light spinning and dad told me was to guide boats on the sea. It was called the beacon of Cap d'Artrutx .
After a few days to get back into the car, packed up and came to a small town at the other end of the island, called Mao where I was pleasantly surprised ... It was a small and new small hotel where she was the sister of mom ... there was much more comfortable because the sofas in the small hotel were all brand-new and my own, at least when mommy and daddy were not looking. A part had a sort of huge box full of water called pool where they let me in to lose the fear, atavistic in me, the water ... and it is certainly much more safe, not fun, the waves of the sea.
But best of all was ... Yes, you guessed it, to share with daddy nap time ... a time when we took advantage to recharge, meditate on good things in life (and of course the cows) and imbued us the honorable sense of "barking" as good colleagues to share the bed for a nap.
But all good things and one day just went back to put everything in bags and heading back to the ferry home, only this time the trip was a bit movidito and when daddy went to get me noticed how badly he had past. However, the rest of the trip was uneventful and we arrived at house without further incident. Papi
returned to work but were still days of August to go out with friends only that they were all cows but always found a friend with whom to spend time the SDS.
Now I leave the More photos ...
The first are the days of Cows in Menorca
The day after our homecoming Queen and I met a new friend called Nalfi with we played a lot. See our Games
The following FDS still was hot, this time we found more colleagues, but not many, still hot and had gone to the beach because We Summer
The next Saturday my friend Ernie, that he finally is living in Montecerrao, introduced us to his new brother
But to end well the month of August is nothing like a little pilgrimage to Marabi 2010
