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This night it's the night of ths spirits.

The traditional way to celebrate it is eating chesnuts, panellets and drinking moscatell (an alcoholic drink).

But nowadays with all this globalization,  we don't only eat and drink these. Step by step the American way to celebrate this night is being more attractive to people.

So, to be cool we have to have a pumpkin with a terrorific expression at home. And, of course, we have to be dressing up like a witch, a ghost, an skeleton or something like that.

However, the new match Castañada vs Halloween is going to start soon.

Enjoy this night of magic!!!!

Who can help me? I'm looking for the blog about macaroni. What's its name?

If someone can help me, please do it!!!

Who can help me? I'm looking for the blog about macaroni. What's its name?

If someone can help me, please do it!!!

There's another film I would recommend you: "FRAGILE".

This film it’s only indicated to people who like thriller and horror movies.

The film is directed by Jaume Balagueró, an Spanish director but it isn't like the other Spanish movies.

When I was a baby I lived in Begues. It was a little town (nowadays it isn't quite little) between the mountains but near to El Prat were my father worked. Our family moved there because my sister was allergic to everything (dust, peach, walnut...) so the mountains were healthier than the smog of the city. I can't remember many things about my life there, I was too little.

When my sister was better we moved again to El Prat. My grandma lived in El Prat and many memories from her my childhood come from her old house (now she lives in a new one).

I don't know why but my feeling is that I have spent much time with her. What does it mean? My parents worked. She works in the mornings and my father was a shift-worker. So once a month during a week (not the weekend) I stayed with my grandparents.

The statistic says 3 weeks at home - 1 week with them. But my memories, most of them, were from their house.

I know it: my homework about my childhood is missing. I'm working on it. It will be ok at weekend at least.

I know it: my homework about my childhood is missing. I'm working on it. It will be ok at weekend at least.

Last weekend I went to the cinema. The film I saw was GOAL! At first I wasn't too fascinated by the title of the film. A lot of people agreed me because the cinema was empty, you know... more football!!!

But the film talks about dreams. Sometimes our dreams are only dreams but if you believe in it, they would be real. Of course, you have to fight but they aren't impossible.

I opened my blog and I saw two new comments and I thought: Wow!!!!

And then these comments were from the teacher. I had done some mistakes on my writing so PEOPLE, PLEASE!!!! make me some comments to cheer me.

Sometimes I'm bored because I don't have many things to do. So I start doing a lot of new things and then I'm so tired. Nowadays I only have Saturday's afternoon and Sundays to do my homework, to study and, of course, to tidy my room.  I'm talking of my room because I'm still living with my parents.

Now space and time are the expressions of abundance.