Hola, les escribo desde Monterrey, Mexico, solo para comentarles q soy fan de su musica, los oigo desde el año 86, son mi grupo favorito. Espero que algun dia vengan a america latina, especial a Mexico. Slds
Hola, les escribo desde Monterrey, Mexico, solo para comentarles q soy fan de su musica, los oigo desde el año 86, son mi grupo favorito. Espero que algun dia vengan a america latina, especial a Mexico. Slds
Loosely translated:
Hello, I am writing from Monterrey, Mexico, just to tell q am a fan of his music, I hear from the year 86, are my favorite band. I hope some day come to Latin America, especially Mexico. Slds
Thanks Mike, and welcome Luiseman!
This all reminds me of a friend I met 25 years ago. Her name was Marguarite, and she was from Monterray, working in a rope company here. She was a tudor in my beginning Spanish class and wanted to see the area. So...I set us up a camping site at the largest mountain here. We had a great time, but I never realized Monterray, Mexico is very mountainous too! That girl could hike circles around me! What a "mountain goat"! I wonder where she is today...
Anyway, I need to get back to speaking more Spanish...I'm so happy that Mike chips in on these threads with all his great comments and explanations. I too wonder about his wonderful "connections"...I'm thrilled at the roster of concerts! I won't be able to see any of them, but they should be great shows at impressive places!! Will hold my breath for a tour here in the USA sometime. Well...ok...not holding my breath really....How about a nice British/Scottish joke? Since the shows are all on that side of the pond and all....
(Wish I had a more "uplifitng" joke...)
Seems Ruppert was drunk again and on his way home. He wasn't in a hurry to go there, and told himself that he would do one good deed before staggering home.
So....he walks into this bar. Immediately, this drunk old geezer falls off his bar stool and lands at Ruppert's feet. He decides that he will help this old man find his way home. This would be Ruppert's good deed. So he pays the man's tab, lifts him kind of onto one shoulder, and they head out the door, falling several times alone the way, and up the road to the old man's house.
Once they get there, the old man's wife lets them in, and thanks Ruppert for his trouble. He was pleased to hear it. It had been quite a bit of work...
The old man's wife keeps looking down the street.
She finally says....
"Where's his wheelchair?"
BOOM BOOM......
Since I can tell that went over well, here is another. Wish it were in Spanish Luisemm...
On the Isle of White, the town cow stopped giving milk. The people did some research and found that they could buy a cow from Guernsey for a tidy sum, ...or they could buy a cow from London for a hefty fee.
Being poor, they bought the cow from the Isle of Guernsey.
She was a wonderful cow. She provided lots of milk all the time, and the people were amazed and very happy. They decided to acquire a bull to mate with the cow and produce more cows just like her.They would never have to worry about having enough milk again.
They bought a bull and put him in the pasture with their beloved cow. However, whenever the bull came close to the cow, the cow would move away. No matter what approach the bull tried, the cow would move away from the bull, and he could not succeed in his quest.
The people were very upset, and decided to ask the rabbi, who was very wise, what to do. They told the rabbi what was happening: whenever the bull approaches her from the front...or side...or from behind...the cow walks away to the other side of the pasture.
The rabbi thought about this for a minute and asked, "Did you get this cow from the Isle of Guernsey?"
The people were dumbfounded. They had never mentioned where they had gotten the cow. "You are a truly wise rabbi. How did you know that we got the cow from Guernsey?"
The rabbi answered, "My wife is from the Isle of Guernsey."
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