In the summer of 2004 me and my family went to Galicia. On the first day we stayed at a very strange hotel. It was an ancient hotel because there was a 90 year old woman at the reception desk. She gave us the keys and we went up to the room. The room was very dirty and when we left the hotel because it was so dirty we found the women sleeping under a tree.


On the second day we stayed there, we went to a restaurant at 4 o'clock and there were lots of people eating there. At night there was a party and we go there just to see what's there and we ran into some friends from Llívia.



On the sixth day we went to see a castle (of a passat) and just 1 km from where we were staying there was a fire. The owners said that we had to go out of the castle, and when we were having dinner at the restaurant they served my father something like a lobster, and when he goes to eat takes the sisors and goes to the our client's way head.

The poem...

Afternoon in School
The Last Lesson

When will the bell ring, and end this weariness?How long have they tugged the leash, and strained apart My pack of unruly hounds: I cannot startThem again on a quarry of knowledge they hate to hunt, I can haul them and urge them no more. No more can I endure to bear the bruntOf the books that lie out on the desks: a full three scoreOf several insults of blotted pages and scrawlOf slovenly work that they have offered me.I am sick, and tired more

Than any thrall Upon the woodstacks working weariedly.
And shall I take The last dear fuel and heap it on my soul Till I rouse my will like a fire to consume Their dross of indifference, and burn the scroll.
Of their insults in punishment? - I will not!I will not waste myself to embers for them,Not all for them shall the fires of my life be hot,For myself a heap of ashes of weariness, till sleepShall have raked the embers clear: I will keepSome of my strength for myself, for if I should sellIt all for them, I should hate them -- I will sit and wait for the bell.

Travel in Galicia

At summer of 2004 me and my family went to Galicia. At first day we go at a very strange hotel, was a ancient hotel because there were's a women of 90 years. She gift us the keys and we go up to the room. The room was very dirty and when we go of the hotel because was very dirty found the women sleeping under of one tree.
And when we go to pass the second day we go to a restaurant at 4 o'clock and there's all the people for eat. At night it was a party and we go there for see what's there and there we found a friends from Llívia.
The sixth day we go to see a castle of a passat and there just only 1km of where we state there's a fire. The owners saids that we have to go out of the castle, and when we state at the restaurant they take to my father one thing like a "llagosta" and when he goes to eat takes the sisors and goes to the client of our way.