In June I made a temporary return to Spain. Basically for tests, and take the chance to see friends and family, to return to finish the summer around here. These latter Karlskrona days were quite busy, quite frankly. End CISCO practical examinations, presentations of Cloud Computing, go see the supervisor of the project ... and over, the next day, leaving for Spain. All in less than 24 hours, which overwhelmed. However, everything went perfectly and I could go back to Spain with very good taste.
The story of the trip, as always, the flight. If something happens to me, I'm not happy . The previous day, after all I had to do, I lie to pack, bringing me everything that was not going to need here, as winter clothing and plus ... the Nordic wanted fucked I brought my mother ... And so, put everything in the suitcase, get to the airport y. .. 28.5 kilazos.
My face at that time was not wasted ... As I asked out a kilo, maybe because it was profitable. He says the woman to wait, and starts calling. After 10 minutes ask me if I go to Barcelona or Madrid. What is it, that this difference? "The Catalans are paying less for it to be more Hold on, or what? Anyway, I say Madrid and he says after another 10 minutes: 70 Danish kroner per kilo, to wonder what you or I or Euros whole, and says that 10 € / kg ... And I had almost 9!
could not stop laughing, what the freak said no, he would relocate the suitcase. I saw the hand luggage and even weighed me! He said that neither occurred to me to put anything else in the bag because he was in the weight limit. Overall, I went to one side where there were seats, opened the suitcase y. .. To repackage! I took the book I had and put it in my hand luggage. As if I matter to me what the chick said that. I took a glass bowl that took my mother and I left it English ladies who were in the seats, and started to put me clothes ... If you already wearing a shirt and a shirt (and shelter, of course), I got: 2 poles, 1 jersey, 2 sweaters and 2 shirts ... Come on, not the fucking doll Michelin was as fat as me at that time. The ladies laughed at the situation and even gave me ideas:
Lady 1: Hey, why do not you get another shirt tied around his waist?
Me: would be good, right? Because I think that put 2 coats will be too ...
Lady 2: would be interesting for you to put yourself in the middle of the terminal and began: "Who does my laundry for 5 pounds?"
Lady 1: But shut up! What 5 pounds is too little!
(And I thought to myself: Will scabs!)
Anyway, I managed to close everything, and went back to the counter. I had to go to another because the former was closed. While waiting for the new queue, I found the first counter stale Danish. "We've been so good, no?". I did not care, I could not cut more and would pay whatever ... Overall, I get to the counter, put the case y. .. 23.5 kilos! Yuju! I have lost 5 kilos like that! What I said to her: Uhm ... 23.5 kg ... Come on in. Label of "heavy" and forward. Toooooma! I ask for your hand luggage, I teach and I said it was too heavy to enter, to which I say that I have the laptop inside, that if he wanted him out, and told me nothing was wrong then, that go ahead.
worst was over. Continue with Manu
inside the airport (we travel on the train back to Spain, but I flew with Spanair and Iberia him), take something and went to the gate. I had not removed any clothing in case I put problems or something. Came to the door, hide Luggage hand, and tells me the girl: "Do you carry hand luggage?". Damn, what a FAIL. He taught, and tells me I can not get on the plane with him ... o_O Pick up the phone, start calling and I said no, I can not pass. I reply that I have put down no problem, also took the laptop inside, and he answers: "Ah, then happens, happens." Useless ... When I walked into the waiting room, I saw everyone staring at me. Ah! Sure. It was because I still would like the Michelin fucking doll, and also all the English began to whisper ... English had to be ... u_u
Ya, I got home at last, after half time delay on the plane and a mother who bit more than the nails. Willing to spend 3 weeks, and return back to Sweden. This time, to finish.
My face at that time was not wasted ... As I asked out a kilo, maybe because it was profitable. He says the woman to wait, and starts calling. After 10 minutes ask me if I go to Barcelona or Madrid. What is it, that this difference? "The Catalans are paying less for it to be more Hold on, or what? Anyway, I say Madrid and he says after another 10 minutes: 70 Danish kroner per kilo, to wonder what you or I or Euros whole, and says that 10 € / kg ... And I had almost 9!
could not stop laughing, what the freak said no, he would relocate the suitcase. I saw the hand luggage and even weighed me! He said that neither occurred to me to put anything else in the bag because he was in the weight limit. Overall, I went to one side where there were seats, opened the suitcase y. .. To repackage! I took the book I had and put it in my hand luggage. As if I matter to me what the chick said that. I took a glass bowl that took my mother and I left it English ladies who were in the seats, and started to put me clothes ... If you already wearing a shirt and a shirt (and shelter, of course), I got: 2 poles, 1 jersey, 2 sweaters and 2 shirts ... Come on, not the fucking doll Michelin was as fat as me at that time. The ladies laughed at the situation and even gave me ideas:
Lady 1: Hey, why do not you get another shirt tied around his waist?
Me: would be good, right? Because I think that put 2 coats will be too ...
Lady 2: would be interesting for you to put yourself in the middle of the terminal and began: "Who does my laundry for 5 pounds?"
Lady 1: But shut up! What 5 pounds is too little!
(And I thought to myself: Will scabs!)
Anyway, I managed to close everything, and went back to the counter. I had to go to another because the former was closed. While waiting for the new queue, I found the first counter stale Danish. "We've been so good, no?". I did not care, I could not cut more and would pay whatever ... Overall, I get to the counter, put the case y. .. 23.5 kilos! Yuju! I have lost 5 kilos like that! What I said to her: Uhm ... 23.5 kg ... Come on in. Label of "heavy" and forward. Toooooma! I ask for your hand luggage, I teach and I said it was too heavy to enter, to which I say that I have the laptop inside, that if he wanted him out, and told me nothing was wrong then, that go ahead.
worst was over. Continue with Manu
inside the airport (we travel on the train back to Spain, but I flew with Spanair and Iberia him), take something and went to the gate. I had not removed any clothing in case I put problems or something. Came to the door, hide Luggage hand, and tells me the girl: "Do you carry hand luggage?". Damn, what a FAIL. He taught, and tells me I can not get on the plane with him ... o_O Pick up the phone, start calling and I said no, I can not pass. I reply that I have put down no problem, also took the laptop inside, and he answers: "Ah, then happens, happens." Useless ... When I walked into the waiting room, I saw everyone staring at me. Ah! Sure. It was because I still would like the Michelin fucking doll, and also all the English began to whisper ... English had to be ... u_u
Ya, I got home at last, after half time delay on the plane and a mother who bit more than the nails. Willing to spend 3 weeks, and return back to Sweden. This time, to finish.
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