Gunnar Wolf - Nice grey life - page 108

From the city foundation period, ~100BC

I think this is Oropeza, halfway between Madrid and Cáceres

…but notifying about the passenger pain progress sounds a bit extreme!

FWIW, that is not the dreaded Klan attire. The Klan copied it from the traditional Easter processional clothes.

Reading from the first entry down (and it should be basically obvious):<ul><li>Spain Avenue</li><li>Hospital of Our Lady on The Hill</li><li>Monumental City</li><li>All Directions</li><li>Mountain Virgin Avenue</li></ol> …I was too scared to go left. I could have ended up not just anywhere, but everywhere at the same time! By the way, that unexplainable sign appears quite often in Cáceres. Comments Adrian Perez 2009-08-01 16:11:40 Hehe, it was very funny as a Hehe, it was very funny as a Spaniard to realize how people which is not used to those signals reacts in presence of them. In fact, if one takes the meaning of the...

DebConf 9: Cáceres, Extremadura, Spain; DebCamp, 2009-07-16—2009-07-22; DebConf, 2009-07-23—2009-07-30 Other people’s galleries at: https://gallery.debconf.org/v/debconf9/ http://wiki.debconf.org/wiki/DebConf9/Pictures

I volunteered to work on producing the DebConf nametags, and worked on it closely with César (cek) for most of the afternoon. The process clearly shows no database is comprehensive enough to base DebConf on it - All in all, we managed a very good advance percentage, integrating the data on who sleeps where, how each person eats, and so on. And slightly before lunchtime, we had the final listing. Joy! …Until I asked César what script would we use for turning the data into nice, printable nametags. He plainly replied, «none that I know of». Ok, so on to...

My flight was scheduled to leave at 18:35 UTC-5 from Mexico. It left around 20:30. I took my friend Toño Malpica’s newest book, Siete Esqueletos Decapitados, to have a nice reading for the road. I was worried I would miss my 17:30 bus from Madrid to Cáceres, but I had plenty of time, and everything turned out just fine. Just as I was reading the last page of Toño’s book, when the bus was about to leave, Rhonda and Weasel boarded the bus — Great! Instead of five boring hours on my own (if possible, take the train — The...