Discovering the Scenery

When I arrive to a new place I usually look around and try to remember all the small details of the scenery. Firstly, to remember how to get back, secondly to find out what things are new, try to find places where I could hang out, or just to get familiarized with my surroundings.

I’ve been in Manchester two years and two months; I have passed the Whitworth Art Gallery everyday since I’ve been here; always making plans to come and see what’s it all about. Finally, today, after my housemate almost bullied me on going to see a recital that was going to take place in the Art Gallery, I entered the doors of the building that’s part of my daily scenery.

The quintet name is “Brass Mark 5”, it consist of two trumpets, one horn, a trombone and a tuba. The recital started with The Saints Go Marching In and ended with some Jazzy piece called Honey Pie. I enjoyed every minute of the recital (30 minutes). I had never seen a brass recital. I suppose the must common are the string ones, which I have attended quite a few, but this was a really nice first timer. The quintet manage to combine different styles of music, from classical pieces to the more contemporary Jazz themes; which gave me an idea of what you can do with this kind of instruments.

The Art Gallery has several of this recital programmed through out the year and the best part of it all, is, they are free. So for the next two Sundays between 3:30 and 4:00 you’ll find me there.

Men Rule

I want to thank those two guys that helped this independent, intelligent and charming girl, with some heavy loads today. And keeping my promise to one of them, this post is not about why men are put here on earth, i.e. the general idea about men having to kill insects and mice or carrying heavy loads, etc… So, I just want to say that I am really grateful, first, that I am a woman and I can get help from strong healthy men to carry my stuff and secondly, men rule when they act like gentlemen!!!!

October rules

October is over, the best month of the year. Do you know why it’s the best month of the year? The answer is very simple, because I was born, my both grandma’s where also born in this month, so as you can see, beautiful people joined your existence in October…

My birthday party was quiet cool, I’m sorry to say not all the people I would have like to share it with were here, but I know they were thinking or remembering me (it’s so hard to forget someone as charismatic as myself, hehehe).

Rapidly changing subject, today, I am finally half way through the distance of the England Channel. Yeap… I have swum 11 miles, still have 11 to go. It is now getting harder to get up in the mornings; the temperature in Manchester is dropping, when I hear the alarm clock go off, an internal struggles starts –to get up and face the cold weather or stay in the comfort of my warm cozy bed. Usually, my bed wins, but as my previous sub-objective of doing this charity swim has failed (lose 4 kilos), I should persevere in concluding the whole 22 miles.

And another good thing that happened, in the now passed month, was that one of my dearest friends of Mexico came to Manchester, and brought with her “una cocha” (sweet Mexican bread), yummy. In conclusion October ruled this year for several good reasons.