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MOUNTAIN IMMIGRANT BUSINESS ... GREAT NIGHT DANCE

So my cousin told me once. She is Venezuelan but Italian pope lives in Madrid for many years, and though I work as an architect today has "its own business", so something must know not?. Word is true! We just opened our own! But since there? Bone is resabido an immigrant who enters another country hired by a company must not understand much about these things. But if instead you made your suitcase and ran, you know The titles of rolling up and you will get in the pocket (the back) and despite Tiquicia welcomed us with open arms their cases have been isolated:

"Venezuelan ah? ... one more ... there are plenty of you. here now ?..."

marrow to make the story short: the thing is not at all easy.

So seeing the success that we decided to give the supplies to mount one. Look for Gamma Exelsior least brothers, to them it is going very well and tell me those who argue that if you buy there a "live better for less", and who have not been to Mendi Eder to realize that the owners do not walk on foot. They are my inspiration!

portus Take off Venezuelans who came to Costa Rica!
Thank you all for the support they have given us, for having made fans on facebook and order utopian, for following the blog, give us much encouragement and to wait patiently for the assistant, decorator, photographer, cashier amadecasa directoradeimagen-mama-les-etc photic teach the wretched of the premises, try to take a panorama but the place is triangular and not easy to photograph with the only lens I have, I need a wide angle to teach them .... ahem. ...
No ... seriously ... take a thousand pictures and no where methylation is lost in this madness to come and go, these are the survivors:)

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turns out that the mother of a friend of cole Eka invited us to a party in Venezuela. I felt as if a prograduacion when I was in high school. That if no tickets yet? We will enter in the door? I'm going to wear? Sera to meet someone? Total is to dust off their ties and heels and went out partying. It was at the Tennis Club and the door had a thousand signs of things that you did not see for centuries ... tequeños, cachapas, etc ...

Just enter words and phrases heard ordinary, vulgar and common, but which to my ears thirsty and lacking in expression as sacred music was Venezuelan. Almost lit up the aura and angels with trumpets went back to people when they spoke:

- What else buddy?!

- Depingaaaaaa, see fine pussy! (Rang slapping his back as if to remove their lungs each)

- Come sit buddy ... want a Roncito or Rummy? And ordered a serving of tequeños (almost tears me typing out the word Tequeño)

- Watch and your Geva? (While stirring his drink with his finger)

- This chevere, back to asking for a cachapa Chamos ...

was like a Twilight Zone, everything was spinning and it was not rum. All this happened while a Costa Rican singer, trying to imitate a sweeping Animos the Bill, RCOs to pump the tricolor everywhere, 7-star flags, Venezuelan women undoubtedly, thousands of Blackberries, 5 people talking (shouting) simultaneously on a table (and all ).... was understood to paradise.

was the perfect night to top up my tank in Venezuela.