Sun, Beach and sand.

These are the slogans with which the summer is presented, a reality that dominates looking like a real "obligation" to comply with it (one of the things that I don't care if they imposed me, being sincere).
The salty air combined with the murmur of the waves, sounds good, right? Now we just change things a little bit, just a little bit, we change the sun for a halogen lamp, the sand for monotonous tiles, the fish for canned tuna and voilà, your own work holidays, wujuu! Hahahah, I really do not care, you have to understand that at this stage in life you have to make an effort so that later on you can live in peace. Like things can not be so terrible, I have friends and family who will wait for me after work to go out for a walk or something of that style, even. My best friend suggested that we do a kind of skating camp, a week at his home, another week at mine. Being honest, I think it's a great ideal for summer, adrenaline, sweat, blood and a few beers with good company.


In any case, the escape to the beach will not be taken away from me by anybody, who longs for my body, so much so that I feel like a small child. This year has really happened very fast and I swear I had never studied so much in my life, I was generally reluctant to everything that would produce a constant but good stress, everything is accustomed to mati, less to hunger ... and yes I have it