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presidents, divers and teachers

When I was little, I wanted to become a sailor. In a T-shirt with stripes, I devoured all the books by Verne and many others on marine and my only concern was whether a seaman may also be a girl. And not just any Marine, of course, a sailor on a sailboat, because I knew a steamboat, a machine is preserved, like Captain Flint said. But a sailboat, when there is a little breeze that spoils in yards, or the! Stretch the sails and off we go! And no fear of hackers is really just nice guys. although a few boors, with their wooden leg and a bandage on the eye. But they have a little monkey on the shoulder or a parrot which says: "That's gold, as gold". Just do not forget a barrel of rum and a few vegetables, because I knew that the only enemy of a sailor's scurvy, but I also knew I deal with it. The

Frèroulino wanted to become a sailor, too, but mostly, he wanted to be a diver. He said "water beetle" because the word duck (potápěč) and the word diving beetle (potápník) are very similar in Czech. My parents told him that it was not diving beetle, but diver, it would become, but Frèroulino, especially interested in diving, he insisted that he wanted to become a diving beetle.

For this, we had to be born in Martinique, where else in the Caribbean paradise for sailors, divers and drinking rum. Once there, I must say that this is exactly as I imagined in my dreams. There are large sandy beaches with palm trees, there is the azure sea and there is coral. A sailor tired can quietly sit in the shade of a breadfruit tree (oh yes, it does exist, it was not a literary fantasy! Proof pictured), a mango tree, a papaya or banana, before it passes through a field of sugar cane to sit on a plastic chair in a beach bar where he orders a ti punch or a planter.

When I grew up a bit, I realized that being born in Rokycany and more like a girl, this is not the best start to become a sea bass and I decided to content myself with career teacher. At the same time, I found that I really do not hang out on the beach and sunbathing. But this thing is not about Martinique, as here, the sea is 28 Degrees even if it is winter and the waves are just big enough for it to be fun to be shaken, but it does not shake too much. Then, once on the beach, you can have fun trying to open a coconut palm that has fallen under which you rest. At the same time, in Martinique, you understand why Newton was not here.

The Cosmonaut insisted that I learn to dive. So, I finally made my baptism at age 32, I am baptized! During the baptism, there is a diver who takes you and you do not give a second. After the baptism, I agreed to pass the level one, which consists of five dives education. And there, you understand that diving is more difficult than it seems. To make a parallel, go to the corner convenience store, buy a bottle of rum from Martinique, and after the drink, try to walk normally and have elegant area. Underwater, it's the same even without the rum. The more you make the effort to stay in a position acceptable and respectable, it's worse. I ended up on his back on the frosted background watching the surface below me unable to put me on the belly. If there was a water beetle, he had a good laugh. Then my instructor insisted that I remove my regulator and I put water in my mask. It was a pure terror, but fortunately, your terrified eyes coming out of the mask are of pretty fish and coral, so you conclude that it was worth it. To be confirmed even when Eve when I have my last course.

All these dives was also a bit of a Christmas gift. The Christmas tree was plastic, but the food was real food for Christmas. Then on the 25th, we went to a wild beach beside the Atlantic Ocean where we opened a bottle of champagne to accompany the necks stuffed with goose foie gras . Again I told myself that life is too hard. What a good idea that the cosmonaut's mother had to become a teacher! And also from sea! And I thought the naval career and teacher are completely opposite things!

Apart lazing on the beaches, we also visited the island a bit. We went north to see the city of St. Pierre, who has made blow in 1902 by Mount Pelee volcano above it. The force of the blast is shown until now by the debris of houses and especially the theater and the prison in which one prisoner Cyparis, survived. He was jailed for a fight under the influence of ti punch. The day before the explosion, he returned from a mare so drunk that his guards have decided to put in a little dungeon that you can see in the picture. While the 30,000 inhabitants of St. Peter died, Cyparis, drunk, survived. And that's why Martinicans say the ti punch can sometimes save your life.

beaches north have black volcanic sand, the beaches of southern yellow sand and beaches of Atlantic white sand with large grains. The inhabitants are all black and cons of life is everywhere, too slow. Gently in the morning, not too fast at night, "said Gregory. But why hurry if a little further, there is again the sea and if we can get around the island several times a day? Still, there's time. Unlike in Chile, people do not grow, does not precede, not even motorists. But still, the style of driving is just as dangerous as Martinicans which sets a contemplative fields of sugar cane . Like so many bars where you always see at least a rasta-man. Then comparing with Chile, the people are thinner, larger and more often your eye stops on a small handsome.

On Christmas Day, leaving the boat to return to diving, there were two little black boys of about six years, in underpants and with Santa hats who ran towards us singing, Santa, Santa! They are right. If I were Santa, I live here.

But this is not yet over for us. We still have a week in which it is believed to climb Mount Pelee, plunging four times, then you know you will walk a little and drink a little rum ...

PS I neglected my blog a little French is the last time. I'll try to translate at least some items of the past, then we know still lives in Chile and the Martinique, is that a vacation ...

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When the cosmonaut's mother has left Lebanon and moved to Martinique, we were just trying to move to Chile. We thought that the sudden you will not be too far from it.
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error. Chile travel to Martinique, is more adventurous than go to Martinique from Europe. There was a connection through Panama, but it no longer exists and you have to go through Miami and Puerto Rico by post. I even look at the map to see where are we going to pass. Then of course, I had no idea of the time difference. So I thought that Miami will be one more hour, then we have two hours less. Hard to know how long the flight took the blow: at night, sleep and time of arrival in the local time is ...

Eventually I realized that just made a nine-hour flight and I made for the first time in my life, my feet on American soil. In the waiting room, the TV reminded me that we are in Northern Hemisphere and in fact it is winter. So, I told myself that the air conditioning system that works is a bottom may be a heater that works very badly. Maybe. It was therefore dressed in everything we had and we even retrieved a blanket of American Airlines, which dragged the ground. The airport radio kept saying it was necessary for passengers to Philadelphia buy things to eat for their flight, as there were heavy snowfalls in their destination and nobody knew if the plane would not be detained on the runway for hours. Other aircraft were going to the Caribbean and the waiting room was therefore a nice showcase for outfits for all seasons. There were people who went from heat to heat, cold or heat, or heat to cold or from cold to cold (the poor). We ended up in a dimension without the seasons, and since we had no idea what time is in Santiago or in Martinique, without time. A rare sensation.

We spent six hours waiting, but thankfully there was the free internet connection. I looked at one another as I have seen and Geoglobe really, I connected the United States and not Chile. Oddly, it was only then that I realized that I just move to the other end of the earth.

After six hours of waiting in Miami, we went back on a plane to Puerto Rico. I learned that it is an island and not a state on the continent: I believe that Puerto Rico is somewhere between Honduras and Nicaragua. Even the Czech think it is a state, because in Czech, we work with Puerto Rico the same preposition as with states, and not that employed with islands.

Confused by my own language, I went down to Puerto Rico to make me confused by the local English. Already in Miami, means not a lot of English is the English queen. In Puerto Rico, we decided to wander a bit and it was therefore visited a store to see a guide or a map of San Juan, the capital of Puerto Rico. The saleswoman was very nice, smiling like all Puerto Ricans we met. I asked how one can go downtown and she said we could either take a taxi or the tomar guagua . My ear is already well accustomed to the accent and unlike the Chilean Cosmonaut, I had to really focus to understand the seller, but then I was sure I heard the word guagua . Take a baby? Bizarre! I always thought they said guagua because of its characteristic of babies: ua ua ua! "Guagua?" I said. Well yes, guagua! "Bus," the saleswoman said finally. Ah yes, there is logic in there that the same word means in a country bus and the baby in the other! Fortunately, it did not said coger el bus as he says in English, because coger Chilean English, it means something very different take ... Finally, it means take, but accurately and in that sense that makes fun of a band pubescent. So if she had told the coger guagua , I might be criticized for prostitution of minors.

Finally we dropped the guagua and we took a taxi. The center of San Juan we really liked. It was a little surprised at the decoration of Christmas, we wandered, we ate well and found that Puerto Rican beer is very good for thirst, but it has the taste of water.

Then we boarded the plane again, this time a little, and we headed for Martinique. And after twenty five hours of travel, though I realize that the time between the first and the last takeoff landing, we were finally on French soil. The mother of Gregory and Cosmonaut we waited at the airport to bring us into their small house south of the island. We received a planter welcome and we took advantage of French cheese after six months of deprivation. And the holidays can begin.

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In Martinique

The last work week before Christmas is over. I redid the Christmas cakes, because the cosmonaut has finished this week already. So I saw that my complaints about the heat than I did during the first cooking were completely unjustified, because this time the outside temperature was 34 Degrees and in our apartment it was 27, but in the room and I could not make the dough there. It had to be content with the living room where it was warmer.

I spent the week in meetings of the season. But anyway, I had time to help search for Araucaria Martina Christmas. He was taken by Pathfinder and it has still lost in the madness of downtown Santiago. But I'm up over his head all around the horns, I drive like a real Chile. Afterwards, we went to look for Jumbo Pilsner Urquell, but unfortunately there was a promotion on it and all Chileans have purchased. Thin.

In the week we also made two jumps to emergencies, because we do not know yet going to the doctor in a normal way. Monday, I forced the cosmonaut to go, because for three weeks, he showed me his little all. The all did not seem dangerous, but my reaction after three weeks without sleep yes. So I asked his way to a doctor immediately. The cosmonaut would not clog emergencies, but I assured him that if you go to the emergency room in a clinic, it will not clutter. We are in Chile and emergencies clinics, one must be conscious enough to be able to pay. On arriving, we saw the waiting room with some patients, in good enough health to, waiting quietly. The cosmonaut has agreed to enter. The emergency began with a small administrative process during which the software of the computer has crashed twice and it meant that the Cosmonaut repeats three times his date of birth, phone number and other data. Fortunately he has not suffered a hemorrhage.

The doctors listened to the lungs of Cosmonaut, they said it was nothing and they gave him antibiotics. They like pills Chile. That does nothing is being overlooked. Fortunately, doctors have added a syrup, and it was therefore decided to keep these antibiotics if ever we needed a trip. The Cosmonaut takes his little sirup, coughing less and so I thought I could sleep peacefully.

But Tuesday morning, I sat in a meeting near a shrub and it made me cry a little. That evening, we went with Amelia, Alvaro Amaury (AAA, much like Alcoholics Anonymous) take copas y tapas . I ate a bit of chorizo, cheese, meat and also molds. At night, secretly, I opened the window room. In secret, because the Cosmonaut hate sleeping with a window open. But I was punished because mosquitoes devoured my back at night. The day I started having itching also on arms and legs and I kept killing flies I'm the invisible cause. And actually, I had pimples everywhere. I bathed twice that night to drown this parasite that was trying to eat me, but to no avail. I was just relieved that it was not scabies, scabies because I know that Sylvester has been brought from India and he has foisted on his family. The night I

could not even sleep because of itching and one o'clock I started to tell me it's odd that these flies and parasites that puff me, while Comsonaute sleeping quietly, and I said that without doubt, I had an allergy. And since he coughed more, sleep is what the Cosmonaut wanted to do, and he therefore said that it would "take until morning," which meant that I was going to take me and him he went to sleep. But about five o'clock in the morning, I had pimples everywhere, including the face, so I decided it was no longer valid and we were going to emergencies. Once there, they looked at me quickly to see that I have a reaction Allergic will know why, and they put me on antihistamines. They stopped and my reaction, but all my reactions in general and they let me in vegetables, so no question of going to work in the morning. Then they added me a lot of other pills, I stopped eating when my buttons are missing.

Last night we had a party at home. We managed to fill our living room as people often did in Grenoble. I was so tired I could not hold long enough to see the damage višňovice Denis. The morning I got up to begin storing Cosmonaut while sleeping. But then, I'll wake up without thank you. In the evening they share. We're going to Martinique to celebrate Christmas at the cosmonaut's mother. See you soon!