Books vs. E-books.

For me, there are few things that are better than staying under the tildean tree of my house with an excellent book. And of course, the kind of the book matters to me, basically because of the fact that i´m myopic.

On one hand, we have the typical book,the one that is done with paper and cardboard. You don´t need any battery nor plugs and cables. The most important thing is to have a good light to be able to read and have a good time.

In the other hand, there are the E-books, the new type of books that have been obtained using the facilities that new technologies offers us. The screen is iluminated with its own light, so you don´t need a lantern to see the words suitably when it is dark. The bad side of those new machines, is that the screen is very easy to break, so keep in care!

Anyway, the prefference among the two objects, depends on the wants of the reader. You can use the first ones to decorate your living-rooms' shelfs; once the e-book is paid, the texts are free becouse they are on the internet to download. The magic of reading consists in the brilliance of the narrator, so being an usual book or a new generational e-book, does not matter.

My experiences at hotels

One of the hobbies of my parents is to travel, so I use to stay at so many hotels along the year. Some of them are very good, others only good, and others not so good. But it does not matter, because when we´re visiting places, we use to walk a lot, and when I get to the hotel by the night, my only desire is to have a clean and comfortable bed. And every hotel offers you a tidy and good-smelling room.

If I have to chose one of them, I must say the prettiest was the one I stayed in Avila, this Easter-Holidays.

My best experience at a restaurant

My best experience at a restaurant, probably, was the worst for my family.

It happened during the autumn of 05.

Like most of the years, my family and me (included aunts, uncles, cousins...) went to a typical basque restaurant where people uses to go to eat beans and lamb. Poor of me, I hate beans.

I must say the lunch was going perfectly: the children talking to each other, adults discussing among them... until my cousing Jon Ander, aged 8, started to explain us a veeeery important thing with faces and signs. While he was narrating the story, a witress passed near him, and with his hands he threw all the lamb´s tray down.

The other clients turned the head to realize what had happened. The waitress was soaked of sauce and the poor roast lamb was on the stony floor.

It had been cleaned by other waiter, becouse the other one, had to go to change her clothes.

I couldn´t stop laughing for almost more than 10 minutes, and my brother and cousins too.

Minutes were passing, and everything seemed that had returned to its normality.

But no.

When we were at the desserts, the same waitress was walking rapidly to serve other clients with a big plate plenty of beans, when she slipped with a frie had been on the ground and fell down. And the beans fell upon her.

What a dissaster!!!

It had been a ver funny day (for me, of course). I think my family never haven´t feel so embarrased. And now, when I think on it, I already start laughing, but I know that if it happened today, I´d feel as embarrased as my family did.

:)