Porto de Conxo amaneció cubierto de blanco hace escasos minutos y, al parecer, la estampa es similar en el resto de Galicia. Todo muy bonito, pero también caótico: en Santiago DC no hay servicio de autobuses y los coches apenas se mueven, así que... venga!! todo el mundo a jugar con la nieve que hoy no se trabaja!Yo me puse manos a la obra bien temprano y ya tengo mi muñeco de nieve:
Y para hoy, como no podía ser de otro modo, una canción invernal: "White Winter Hymnal" de Fleet Foxes http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DrQRS40OKNE
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Hola! Jo que chulooooooo, ya me dijo mamá que estaba todo colapsado... Pues a disfrutar de la nieve!!
que bien te ha salido el muñeco!!! jijiji
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