Playlist: Beach House - Master of none
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*FR* Un beau dimanche de fin août, on décide d'aller se promener en famille dans une forêt médiévale près de chez mes parents. Arrivés au point de départ de la ballade, une forte odeur d'essence se dégage soudain de notre voiture. Après être tous sortis en catastrophe du véhicule, le verdict est irrévocable: la durite est percée. Rien pour la réparer sur place, les garages sont fermés le dimanche et les voisins absents: la seule solution est de rentrer à pieds! On troque donc la ballade en forêt, par une marche de 8km pour redescendre en ville; heureusement, j'avais apporté mon appareil photo ;)
*ES* Un hermoso domingo de finales de agosto, decidimos ir a caminar en un bosque medieval con mi familia, cerca de la casa de mis padres. Cuando llegamos al punto de partida del paseo, empezamos a oler un fuerte olor de gasolina dentro del coche. Salimos todos del vehículo en estado de pánico, y el veredicto es definitiva: el tubo se perfora. No tenemos nada para repararlo en el sitio, los mecanicos no trabajan los domingos y los vecinos son ausentes: la única solución es regresar a casa a pies! Cambiamos la caminata en el bosque, por un paseo de ocho kilometros para volver a la ciudad; por suerte me había traído mi cámara ;)
*EN* On a beautiful Sunday in late August, we decided to go walking in a medieval forest with my family, near my parent's house. When we reached the starting point of the walk, we began to smell a strong gasoline odor inside our car. We all left the car in panic, and the verdict is final: hose is pierced. We have no tools to repair it on site, garages are closed on Sundays, and neighbors are absent: the only solution is to come back home by foot! We changed the ballad in the forest by a 8km walk to go back to town; luckily I had brought my camera with me ;)
*EN* On a beautiful Sunday in late August, we decided to go walking in a medieval forest with my family, near my parent's house. When we reached the starting point of the walk, we began to smell a strong gasoline odor inside our car. We all left the car in panic, and the verdict is final: hose is pierced. We have no tools to repair it on site, garages are closed on Sundays, and neighbors are absent: the only solution is to come back home by foot! We changed the ballad in the forest by a 8km walk to go back to town; luckily I had brought my camera with me ;)
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