Shooting star catcher... 1

Coward. That is what she called me. That was the one word she used to describe me. She was right.

We wanted to do this trip together, yet, I find myself alone in this waiting area by the boarding gate. Thinking of her. Alma.

I lost her, I lost my Alma. I am aware of the meaning of that in Spanish; she would agree. I wonder how I will manage in this trip to her homeland. I never did the tandem like she wanted. I guess Andreas taught her German in the end.

- Wolf! Are you crazy? – She said with bewildered eyes – tandem breakfast on a Saturday? I’ll be sleeping, unable to think!

She came in the end, with a beautiful summer dress that made my imagination run wild. We didn’t speak in German. It was one of our best moments: laughing and having a good time, enjoying the best of each other.

I wonder. A lot. Nowadays, is the only thing I do.

Tu capa cayó...

Mi héroe, modelo a seguir

difícil y duro al tacto

suave en el centro.

El truco era saber llegar.

Conmigo aprendiste, 

Ella se llevará los beneficios.

Descubrimos que a gritos no es la manera,

con Ella hablarás y charlarás.

Te quise contar mis sueños e inquietudes, amores y experiencias,

impaciencia y mal humor fe mi recompensa; desconfianza me entregaste.

A Ella le preguntarás, con Ella reirás,

disfrutarás las pequeñas alegrías y detalles con los que me rechazaste.

Nunca quisiste ser parte de mi equipo en el juego de mi vida

inconsistente espectador

De Ella eres el entrenador, el estratega

el mas ferviente seguidor.

Yo crecí, con el pasar del tiempo, de tí me alejé.

Hacia mi vida partí.

Con Ella te quedarás

Constantemente al teatro de su vida acudirás.

De Ella me percaté, grité, lloré;

por el umbral de mi vida te hice cruzar

para que con Ella estés en libertad.

Detrás de ti la puerta cerré

dolió, mi sonrisa se esfumó.

Tu roja capa a mis pies cayó.

katie meets johannes

I thought that today would be a great day to invite Katie (new awesome friend from USA) over for lunch: a new victim of my cooking. She is an au pair here in München, and today it's holiday for the kids, so their parents took them out to the circus or something... the point: she had most of the day off.

So I talked to johannes (my crazy roomate) and she came over for lunch. It all was so weird, cuz katie speaks a little more german than me and johannes doesn't speak english at all.

So fromt he fact that we OBVIOUSLY know that chicken its supposed to be cooked at a different temperature with a  special kind of pan, to Lucy: you didn't iron the table cloth, passing through him complaining how difficult it is to live with me cuz I don't speak german; the peak of the meal was when I left the table to clear out the plates and such and johannes started telling Katie about this movie about this muslim family and how they suffered and all, but he decided that she shoulndt watch it, so he told her the whooooole story. When he got to the climax of the movie, the peaking point (the muslim woman dies and all) he started to tear up!!!!

As soon as we could we fled my place and now I think I will never ever invite anyone else!

However, when we left, he invited katie to come back and all

Lesson learnt today: I need to move!

Urlaub!

so, this past week I was on vacation! from thesis, moving and such, lots of stress, so i went on a most needed awesome raodtrip.

First i went to dresden and met up with lore. Went out to some pub and all, quite cool.

Then we went to Prague, which is an awesome town! It's beautiful, there are no Tcheck  people around int he city center, mostly you hear spanish and english jijiji. We went to the biggest club in central europe.. it was awesom. Casjen met up with us the next day. The weather sucked but the town is great.

Then we went to berlin, and casjen and i met victor and went to the jimmy eat world concert, which was sooo cool!

Then we went around the city the whole week. I stayed with cecii B and rafa. These guys are great! We did the tourist thing and had our own paparazzo... lore jijijiji

Had glühwien all the time, went down the snow slide in potsdamer platz, the reichstag, museums, walking around, visited some alternative bars and clubs, ate vegenian burger. This, however, was too much for my moody stomach and it performed an awesome display of gastric pyrotechnics... not nice.

Saw the wall, bears, more alternative bars, ate traditional dönner, went to potsdam for dinner one day, discover a nice jazz club to the delight of rich, who loooved the place jijiji

All in all, it was an awesome trip!

for references, see my FB albums: Urlaub! and Urlaub!-2

annoying noise!!

so here I am, trying to peacefully drink some coffe and use the internet at odeonsplatz, sitting outside san francisco coffee company, trying to talk to my frien Daniel (Venezuela)... but oh well.. the bobcat and the "tiny" drill have to be at work right next to the ONLY available table outside!!! why am I outside?? 2 reasons: it's a nice weather day and my friend smokes!!! so now I dont know who I hate more: the old, friendly-looking bavarian man; or my smoker friend!!!

The point is that I am not able to enjoy this otherwise joyfull moment!!!! :(

Bungalow art

So, at the student residence: olydorf, there is a Bungalow section, which are like tiny appartments. Here, the students are encouraged to portray their creativity and paint their own new homes, the studentenwerk provides the paint and the material, students provide the imagination. There are some that are quite good and there is a very interesting/amusing collage of styles: artsy, funny, creative, ugly, pretty, corny, dark... all kinds.

More elaboration on my facebook :)

Ponchal: el quarto de siglo

Mi hermanito cumplio 25 años ayer, si, hermanITO, aunque ya sea un hombre de 25 años :)

Debido a mi imposibilidad de presenciar tal evento y participar de las celebraciones, Ponchal me visito virtualmente y me acompañó por todos lados en la ciudad.

Primero fue la celebración de mi visa nueva, lo cual tuvo lugar en los bungalos de olydorf, mi antiguo hogar. Estuvo ahi para el almuerzo de fajitas, los drinks a media semana, en el depa, en mi bar favorito, en la ciudad y asi.

Lo mas divertido de todo esto se dio el miercoles en la noche, durante el pub crawl que hice con unos cuates mexicanos. Empezamos en el Schall und Rauch cerca de la uni y la verdad es que la presencia de poncho cuaso ciertas miradas de confusión emitidas desde las esquinas d elos ojos y asi.. claro, era una presencia un tanto inusual. Los vecinos de la mesa (uno guapetón ^^) estaban muertos de la curiosidad, pero una vez escucharon el motivo, Ponchal fue sensación total e instantanea: todos querian un poco de poncho, una foto, un abrazo, invitarle a cheva, un beso... algoooo

Luego cambiamos de bar, fuimos al schweinbar (bar cerdo jijiji) y ahi... sin necesidad de explicación ni razones, poncho arrasó y hasta fans tuvo. Varias chicas alemanas fueron cautivadas por su vivaz sonrisa y diferente color de piel. La verdad, lo que mas las otrajo fue que lo pensaron inalcanzable!!! Ponchal obtuvo de estas lindas señoritas todo tipo de cosas y favores: cervezas, paletas, besos, abrazos, mas y mas besos... no lo querian dejar ir!!!!

El resto de la semana estuvo mas tranquilo, la ciudad ya sabia k ponchal estaba aqui y cada vez se acostumbraba mas a su persona incorpórea deambulando por las calles.

Ponchal: me divertí mucho mucho contigo esta semana!!! espero que tu igual te la hayas pasado bien bien!!!

new home, new cooking adventure

Yesterday I cooked! I made red grounded meat (my favourite mexican dish ever) with achiote, this special spice from yucatán. I also made some good fried rice and refried beans. One can never go wrong with fried food. I was very nervous cuz this is the like.. the 5th or 6th time I try this dish and even though it's not bad, it has ever been good... until yesterday!! And I was nervous cuz Jesus was going to try it and judge it!

So when Jesus came over, he woooolfed it down; true, he was very hungry, but he ate more than half of all of it and kept saying how much he liked it. Also my roomate Johannes, that is a very very good cook, tried it and liked it very much! It still didn't taste like my mom's carne molida roja, or like Rosy's rice, but it was very good :D

Today I tried to bake some brownies. For those of you who know me, you know this is my specialty, I have been making them since im like... 11 or something. The thing with baking, is that every oven is different and this was my first time trying the one at my new place. 

So there I go, went to the shop and got some pyrex the size and shape I wanted and all, got all the ingredients and stuff and I set to work. Johannes has a veeeeery nice blender and the paste was deeeeelicious and very even and stuff. Then the hard part, the oven. 

All of a sudden, the appartment was filled with this delicious smeel of sugar and chocolate blended together in a smooshness of butter.. so good and appetite opening, everybody's mouth was watering, but then... evil evil untamed oven, went crazy, and only cooked to top part of the brownies, the pyrex were overflown with an ocean of chocolate richness that spilled all over the grills that now I have to clean... so, needless to say, my delicious mixture ended up in the waste bin and no one can eat delicious Lucy brownies tonight :(

Vito Mussollini, der italienischen tigger

So, this week, Georg, a friend of Johannes' (my new roomate), went on vacation and has left us with his preicous and beloved pet... Vito, the cat.

This cat is 18 years old and comes from the beaches near Trieste in Italy. He is very very lazy and fat. Wakes me up at like.. 7 am cuz he wants to be pet. This is good, so I can go for a ride with Rox II (elaboration will be made later), my new old bike.

Vito is like a dictator, he wants to be pet, he wants my chair, he wants in my room so a few seconds later he can ask to be let out. He meows when I'm cooking or just drinking water; attacks my hand while it is restfully lying on the coach.. i mean, i know it looks delicious and spicy.. but come on Shere Kahn, give me a break.

He is also very cute and loving, he looks and feels quite fluffy and has huge, very expressive green eyes.

I love this cat, Amo Vito Mussolini, la  tigre italiana.

the park next door

On monday it was very very sunny and delicious, like 13°C outside under the kisses of father sun, so I decided to go for a tiny walk. It turns out that at the end of my street, there is this cute little park, with a basketball court, fast football court, two ping-pong tables, the scating area with room for trial bike also, some kiddy games and such.. of course, a big green area where I decided to spend the afternoon while writing some postcards.

It was a very nice afternoon. There were two or three groups of cute all-age germans shooting some hoops, some kind of football training for middle schoolers, a group of older girls playing ping-pong. It was very nice.

As I sat there in the grass, I noticed different people that came in the park by themselves or in twos. They all wanted some sun. There was the german suit: power tie, power briefcase and a nice smile; the couple of münchner moms armed with strollers, bottles and babies; and of course the indi-long haired-cute-young-german guy that was talking on the phone the entire time. 

I really like this park at the end of the street... I'll visit it again :D