When I do not remember or how small it was, my aunt married a Spaniard who looked a lot like Gargamel, the Smurfs bad bald. According to his own testimony, had been a football great promise, but a knee injury he had departed from the pitch to win is always making a living as a painter. However, in addition to impress his nephews with their trilerías baloneras, maintained friends in the world of football and Quini ever got him tickets to take us to Molinón to see good football. In one of these, remember that in a derby against Oviedo (sad scoreless tie) standing in a fund threw a clump of blue do not know where and how it should be lost no detail of the game I whipped up in full glasses without esperármelo. I was excited to throw the ball on the field, but my brother took the liberty of returning him and although I've already forgiven, admit I was quite taken by the ass.
The guy was telling war stories all day and always smelled a bit like a bar, but not snuff + fritanga normal bar, sang authentic Asturian bar, a place that lovers tend to worship by giving vomiting acid cider aroma very similar to a good soup tropezonera. As a good Spaniard, had a great aim to take cider and even tried to train us many times, my brother and all I did was throw everything on the floor. He liked to sing and take Asturian folklore change to the machine, but never touched.
all is said (section typical but true), the guy was not bad people and we liked a lot, the thing that was like a basket. And who spent all day counting battles of dubious credibility that neither you nor I would come and always ended with vital advice lecturing. Most were a bit questionable, but one of the ewes that kept repeating was that those of Oviedo were called "carbayones", the de Gijón "ass Moya" and Aviles, eye to the data, the "Breakthroughs". Just say the guy was from Aviles (if there is something natural among fish with three eyes) and inexplicably was very proud of the place.
Once at this point explain that for quite some time, when I meet someone I can not help Avilés pass me on the head two things: First, remember to type it boasting that there are " Breakthroughs ", then, is to far the ugliest city I've seen. When I transmit the second part there are two options that the avilesino recognize that their city is an industrial well, ugly and they smell awful, or you can try to sell the bike saying that much has changed in recent years. Warning: Nienmeyer argument is fashionable.
"How long have not you?" I asked. And this I have only recently been able to respond to my childhood memories and some peripheral, last weekend was in the area and asked my girlfriend, please take me to Aviles to see if was as bad as remember. It took me convince the atrocity, but because The princes had screwed us visiting Lastres and was not plan to go without the ITV in order to that nest of Police, reluctantly agreed.
Well, just say that when we Avilés we are guided by a poster of the English Court because experience says that this place is usually situated in cities, central or at least near from what we have to see. In Avila. In Avilés those of the English Court should have decided to make it outside to not join the rest and keep their status, so once discovered this, walking down what was supposed to be the center of the city, try asking deeper attractive as a woman Aviles spluttering with hair and yellow teeth.
We left the lady in the middle of the street, foaming at the mouth and leg shaking. When we ran to the car on the way which the hallmark of the place was painted like a house with a flush and thought you might be the result of the brush of avilesino proud. Otherwise, keep looking for the person that would confirm that Avilés are known as "Breakthroughs."
Clearly this sporadic movement have not taken any photographs.
