Episode 12
One is called love, the other is Spain
We were waiting for this : a country where a lot of users live.
Aless was so excited so he could not sleep, so
๐ด๐๐๐๐ฬ could, without earplugs. I was kind of happy too because it was the first time we crossed
France.
We had no adventures in
Hungary,
Herciana kept cool, thanksfully, and we started the bus to our next destination :
Madrid. We agreed to travel
Italy and not
Germany, because we are bored about all the Merkel stuffs.
The trip through the spaghetti country was quite calm, except when we stopped in
Milano, where Emma howled all the time we crossed the city "ร la mia cittร ". The most horrible in this is that we are accustomed to this stupid atmosphere.
In
France, the girls wanted to visit Paris, but it was not on the road, so they complained for 20 minuted before calming down.
The problems came when we crossed the Spanish boundary. There was policemen who asked us to stop.
Ok people, move along, there's nothing to see here!
In fact, he controlled the people who were entering the spanish territory because a grave social crisis was happening.
-What? Catalonia wants independance again?
-It's more complicated.
To explain, he showed us this map. There was actually secessionists regions, but now for another reason.
Ah ok, they just found another point to argue!
To go to Madrid, we had to cross Brequettoรฑa, and it was not an easy thing : the Brequette Milice Corps controlled all the streets and accepted to talk only if we spoke their dialect. But nobody spoke Brequettonian, so we had to find another solution... Brung by
Sel . He called an old friend of his and gave the phone to the policeman. It did not last more than 30 seconds and we could go through their barrage.
Selvin explained that it was
Thomas G:Son, who has the auhority against Brequette herself.
-But how did you know the phone number of G:Son?
-In fact, he owed me something, because I helped him in the past.
-What?
-He was in a lack of inspiration, so he asked for people to help him, and I sent a song I wrote some years ago, and he gave it to a girl called Lorain I think, and she won a contest in her country
Norway and even an international contest with this song, so he owed me something.
Yes, Lorain!
So, thanks to the actual writer of Euphoria, we could pass and move to Madrid.
We were expecting a more peacefull place and we had. The capital city gave a lot of oportunity : the girls went to the Corte Inglรฉs to buy new clothes, while the boys and
Herciana sat in a bar
This is were we met Ruth Lorenzo. We came to her :
-Hey! Are you Ruth Lorenzo?
-Yes!
-Great! We are coming to Copenhagen, and as you won the preselecti...
-ยฟSoy yo? ยกNo me lo puedo creer! ยกMadre mรญa! ยกAaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!
Oh no! Not again!
The barman told us it was the 5th time today she was screaming this. He prayed us to bring her when we would leave his bar.
So we did, we forced the girl to leave the shops and started our way to another country.
More to come!
Everybody esked for her, and now they complain!
History time :Best result : 1st
La la la la la la la la la la... La La La La La La Laaaaaaaaaaaaa
Worst result : Last
I don't understand why? This song is perfect!
Amazing like always 
?? You made my day 
