Today I went to France. Well, actually I spent the weekend in the Catalan Pyrenees and I am full of positive energy and such.
The last time I was on the same road in the Pyrenees, a miracle came and it was winter and it started snowing and snowing and the police stopped me in town before "step" Does chains? To which I replied yes, and I innocently gave way. Of course, one thing is to carry chains quite another, to know them, but that's another story ...
As I was saying, we wanted to go to France, and I wanted to know if he still remembered how to ask for a coke, toilet and account. What to ask what was the coke in the car practicing (foreigner-French accent) brings coca cola, coke, coca and said: Oh, I better ask a café olé, but do not drink coffee.
The only drawback is that we were quite illegal for such an event. I had the car so I had a driver's license (I guess), but the other was not wearing anything. My friends said, Europe is free now, borders open and "Vive la France." I replied, and, yes, but if I go to England without a passport but not let me speak to them in an English style la Reina (the Queen being mine, not Sofia) and say that my parents are well known (in my town .) But in the end convinced me because now customs are empty and can pass quietly.
We
. We left the roundabout and was a straight street with the sign of "you're in France" to the right and a police car on the left. Shit. But of course, to turn back or turn had sung a bit so we went no further. We arrived and as he had no map and had been with other friends, decided to stay in the first village.
parked. Thousand parking spaces and four cars. Walked around the town and NOTHING. Not a miserable bar. Neither closed nor open. The only thing I saw was a place open lottery and now that I think, would have bought the Euromillions you sure I would have played. Catalans had some loose out there that I wanted to ask "où est la toilette?" as it was 20 minutes practicing, but in the end piss behind a tree that is more environmentally friendly with the drought that falls upon us.
Without a map and not much time, we decided to return to cross the border but not before deciding the plan: I only speak, uh, if we stop I say "ah, we were in France? It's because I missed so much notice in French and not a single bar. I think we made a mistake exit at the roundabout, is that in this country will never say the right things. To go to Barcelona where I have to throw now? ".
We arrived at the "frontier", the car in front stops and shit I live. Starts and respite. I turn the music off my sunglasses, under the window and I stop. She looks at me, smiled and told me with his hand on!
When we got back to the roundabout, I had the giggles and said: What? Do we go back to France?
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