underground paola

yesturday i had the most increidble experience of going to an AMAZING ( done in a british clem accent) place. My roomate connor ( punk 40 year old brilliant irish man whom i will describe in the next blog.) invited me to " rock concert" in a mtero station, i thought it be kinda hard core, so i got prepaired in old jeans and runners ( tenis para uds paisas) and walked a swift walk with him and his mate john to the station, once ther, we proceeded to go up to a bearded man IN THE MIDDEL OF THE STATION UNDERGROUDN who was standing by a a rusty door. he had a list in his hand ( I WAS THINKING COOOLL THIS IS SO EXCLUSIVE AND UNDERGROUND HAHAA) feeling like extremmmme londeners, adn after a nod in approval we walked through the door and found ourselves in an enormous vault underneath the metro station, it was enormous, and smelled humid and there were on ly a line of candles and a few rusty dingy lamps.... walked about 50 m, and arrive to a small area, where there was a screen, liive music and setas for aobut 50 people. INCREIDBLE. we saw a french silent film and the band played music to it live. absolutely indcredible, i missed paulo inmediately and knew how mcuh he wouldve liked it, as well all my aa friends.... it was a pity sam, monas sister couldnt make it she woaulve been happy.

had a few glasses of insanely expenisve wine definitely not mexican prices, forgot my seater ( OR JUMPER) that is absolutely my favourite and went home.

nice . nice. nice