I am far behind on my blog in French. I just spent six weeks in Europe and I could barely write in Czech. And as the blog is mostly fun, I did not
forced to do translations, I used my friends and my family. But we're back to Santiago after four weeks in France and the last two in Czechia. In Czechia, my brother was married and a good friend of mine. Otherwise, there was the cosmonaut's mother and her boyfriend who came to see us and also see Prague and was therefore able to eliminate the pounds gained in France ran through the streets of Prague. 
course, given the quantities of beer that has engulfed the results were still pounds heavier, but more, we could see full bar and I have a little ashamed of having time time. Yes, even twenty years after the revolution, servers and sellers are very unpleasant and usually, people do not have many manners. And I, who thought that it was in Chile where the servers are not aware that an aperitif is drunk before 
the flat and the flat should preferably come together and, in the ideal case Once we have enough to drink. In Czechia, I tried my best not too angry servers with complicated controls, but yet I got yelled at a few times. Then the top was still at the bar U Hrncir Kutna Hora, where we received a steak tartare, which apparently consisted of leftover cooked meat and chopped. I know here, if you do not touch the plate, you have the right to make, what I did for the first time in my life, but the server yelled at me that meat was below this color there, because it is mixed with ketchup. Oh la la, mi lindo Chile, a country where you do not always get what you want, but when you are not yelling at them. the Czech Republic, we went to Marseille. We spent July 14. Since we were both quite exhausted by the six-week trip, we decided to spend the evening in the little house of Miriam, Cosmonaut's mother. The goal was to stay quiet, to calm our suitcases, a drink of champagne from the 15 in the morning at the airport in Lyon all fresh, beautiful, rested, as travelers pubs. The plane should take off at 17 hours and we left at 11:30, just to have enough time to make the rental car and eat. But little by little, we had to abandon the idea of a quiet meal, as the highway of the sun was full of British cars, German, Dutch, led by conductors of the color of crayfish. After an hour's drive, we learned that there is an accident behind Valencia and we have to wait at least forty minutes in the cap. We thought that the coup is likely to be at the airport 15 hours and it will. Then, half an hour later, they announced in the radio RadioTraffic (yes, there was still a bit stressed out since we put this radio is absolutely unlistenable) there is a trailer crashed into Montelimar. The Dutch cursed! And there was panic. Valencia Long before it was planted in a traffic jam. It was therefore decided to leave the highway, but we had no map, we had a GPS. Besides, I hate when people say that women are not moving in a map. Me, I can do. For cons, I totally no GPS search, how to go to Lyon without taking the national highway or taken by people who want to circumvent the cap, I do not know at all. The cosmonaut and immediately began bitching and he must lead me, I am unable with GPS and in addition, no map and I thought that it is him the French couple and he might know his country better. But there was nothing to do. We were on the national, it was 35 degrees, we had a field on one side, another on the other, a truck and 150km front and behind cars, cars and cars. It was an hour, but we knew that if we advance like that, half past three we had left before the closing of the window are not sufficient. Even the GPS said that the national, not congestion, it will happen for 3 hours. We started to think about going straight to Paris. But we knew that if the highway is blocked at Valencia, it will also further. About two o'clock we slowly reached the outskirts of Valencia. And there, my cosmonaut had an idea: go to Grenoble. Saving our city! Our mother Alpine! And just because the engineers who had the foresight to build the airport in St. Exupery in the east, it was at the airport a full hour before takeoff. Phew!
Once in Paris, we did everything to bring calm to travelers, it was therefore walked in the Duty Free and we played games on Playstation. The aircraft was scheduled for half past eleven ET we believe that it was time to take off. But half an hour before boarding, they announced that the device has a small problem and they must redo some tests. With an hour delay we finally boarded the vessel but just to have a beautiful view of the current tests. We were told they were obliged to replace something in the window plane and we saw how the pilots are trying to move all parts of the wing. I thought it might be due to stay in this bottling, that it might be a sign. I said that it would not bother me at all down so they can make a small test flight with no passengers. But they were apparently still on them and one hours later, was able to take off.
And here you are in Santiago. Finally, technicians Roissy were not deceived. Once on land, our only concern was whether we can bring home two boxes of my henna and raclette cheese. For Chileans, is obsessed with the fear of contamination. It is prohibited to import grains, spices, fruits, vegetables, meat, cheese, food, wood and anything that is plant or animal. In short, almost everything. They tell you clearly on the short form you are required to fill the plane. We are aware that there are scanners at the airport and we still remember and San Pedro de Atacama and its customs, gloves on his hands, coming out dirty socks and T-shirts full of perspiration every bag of everyone all the nozzles to finally find the bottom of a bag two Argentine apples, if ever the little Snow White Chilean sketched in, cause his sudden death. So they are right, the evil smuggler deserves an almond $ 150! To show our sympathy for fairy tales, it has been that yes, we take banned substances and we will show our cheese and our henna for the review of customs if they are dangerous. My dear reader, if you want to get your piece of sausage in Chile, proceed as follows: You put in your form as well yes, you have something illegal in your bag. When the nice miss that day next to the luggage rack you repeat the question, you say yes , I have something forbidden. It will ask if you've properly positioned in your form. You say yes . She says, smiling, that's fine and she will invite you to proceed to the scanner just like everyone else. There is a huge traffic jam the scanner as a whole plane just arrived. People can not get their luggage out of the scanner quickly and bags will fall out of the store for luggage rack in all directions. The cry that customs have to give them form declaring the contraband, but they do not have time to take a glance. People who are supposed to watch the scanner protect themselves against the luggage that may invade. No time to watch the screen. You're outside and your only regret is that you let your little pie in France. And if we ever discovered illegal content, you're well. Thou hast said. They can not you stick an almond, at worst, they'll confiscate what you bring.
During our stay in Europe, Santiago has become much greener. Apart from its greenery, our city hosted by a beautiful day with sunshine and 20 degrees. Behind our windows, all the trees have lost their leaves and through this, we have a unique view of the white peaks of the Cordillera. My geraniums started to bloom and my peppers are fiery red. For a little break this ideal image, there is just the swine flu. Chileans do not say "gripe pig", just "the pig", "the pig". And the sentence of the nearby Matilda "does not get too close, I have two little piglets at home," you understand that this flu is not really a disaster. If you think you have it, it is important not to go to the doctor.
For if ever you have not, you could nab in the waiting room. Nobody has more cases. Because everyone knows that as the two piglets of the neighbor, her two children, we healed ... like a flu. 
This weekend we went skiing in La Parva and one is mounted on the Manquehue, a small hill in Santiago who have a few meters higher than Snezka, the highest peak of the Czech Republic. After spending six weeks in Europe, it was a little breathless, but they must train, ski touring ahead of us ... 
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