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Don've never been in Ostia in particular, or the Basque in general. This weekend, taking advantage of the Festival of San Sebastian and the floor of a friend who kindly invited me, I can say I've been in both places.

De San Sebastian
everyone always says is beautiful, and they're right. In my San Sebastian only 2 things I conjured up so far.

one hand, a bit of idol worship fan phenomenon, being the homeland (and current housing too) of Don Fernando Savater. I must say that I have few real idols, characters we truly admire your courage, intellectual prowess, humor or other number of reasons. Ferdinand is undoubtedly one of them, on the short list of my mind which is also another Fernando Arrabal, Chiquito de la Calzada, or Jesus Quintero. But Savater is special, I've read almost all his work (in book, newspaper articles are too numerous to keep track) and I love how he writes, as he thinks, as it is and as it says it all. So there I was walking along the Playa de la Concha or tapas in the bars of the Old Town, like to think that some of my footsteps coincided in space (not time, because that would be a full-fledged stamp) with the Master.

On the other hand, the second thing that made me remember San Sebastian was the subject of the "Basque conflict", or more clearly the bastard gunmen who kill people involved in cowardice, and that support, justify or simply silent. Anyway, one thing is seeing the demonstrations on TV and another to see your shirt borrokinis "Where's Waldo?" through the center of San Sebastian. And yet there is a small city, but there are little details that do not breathe in a normal climate. Another balcony with some flags for "Euskal Euskal Herrira Presoak, some menus in restaurants at all least in English language imaginable, etc. But also a bar where they placed the semifinals of Eurobasket, and the flag of Spain is now (I think that since the ruling PSOE thereabouts) presides over the balcony of City Hall in San Sebastian.

Surely a highly recommended place where I want to go back (with more time!)

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Ostia



I have a friend who works in the lobby of the brewery in Spain. They take care to make it appear that beer is our friend and that is a food and there is nothing wrong with it, to drink more, only I have to say that I do not have to convince me.

And it is precisely this entry. Because in promotional ads values \u200b\u200bsuperfluous praise of beer as the beer is the drink / food, or that is good for health, or to refresh a lot? Why not expose the real reason why beer is wonderful?

And the beer is wonderful because it's closer to those nearby, and near strangers. It's that simple. When one takes 3 or 4 beers over, the happier, more social, more about the other: in short, is MORE PERSON.

Simple as that.

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Each person has a number of measures to describe the goodness of a trip. There are some who are set on the number of monuments / museums visited other in the number of pickups, others in the cups that are drunk and others in the sunshine to have been exposed. There are however others (among whom I include myself) for which the goodness of the trip was based on a single parameter: the quality of the services of the place visited. And I do not mean services the hotel cafeteria open 24 hours or that have Wi-Fi or that the city has a decent public transport network ... Bluntly, what I mean is shite.

And Borges was saying is that if every man in the moment of orgasm is the same man, I say that everyone at the time of eschatological urgency is the same person, and there's nothing more to ease the soul and spirit and the power vent body quietly in an incomparable quality service.

For those who have struggled in the worst places, say that but really all it takes is a hollow and a bit of paper, one with age and experience gets the same is getting more exquisite, and while quality paper is essential if it is at least pleasant. Such as hotels, let us make a classification of services by stars, depending on the facilities offered.

1 Star (*)

a drummer, sucillo, uncovered, and with little or no role. For this category it is necessary the valuable help of a friend (usually friends) who ALWAYS leads clinex them. The tank does not always work, check first.

2 Stars (**)

Bater, and with cover, and paper. Tank in good condition, although cleaning is not exquisite.

3 Stars (***)

's a **, but with higher cleaning standards. You can have brush. Some (*** superior category) have a sink with soap for hands.

4 Stars (****)

As the ***, but with brush and toilet as standard. Hang coats / coat rack in the door optional.

5 Stars (*****)

All of ****, but with tiles lattices, and even magazines or newspapers at the entrance to serve yourself. The cleaning standards are very high, come on, I could eat soup in them. Hors-serie

or outside category is the issue of signage in services, and as a sign of a button (taken with the phone in a restaurant in Trastevere, Rome, sorry for quality):