A Christmas Ramble

So the big day had arrived, no not Christmas Day, well not just yet anyway, no the day in question was in fact our much awaited travel day to Munich. The evening prior to that, we had checked-in for our flight, on-line, which is something you have to do these days, we were issued with an Electronic Boarding Pass, which we put into our ‘Wallet’ on our iPhones, to be perfectly honest I am still not fully conversant with all this new technology stuff when it comes to ‘Air Travel’, having not done a lot over the last 11 years or so, but you have no choice, apparently this is the way these things are done these days 🤷‍♂️ My OCD was going to be severely tested, I was nervous about the car parking at the Airport, we had pre-booked and pre-paid so the normal entry procedures, that we were very familiar with, would, on this occasion, be different, so my question was whether it would all work when we arrived, or would we be left stranded at a barrier and not make our flight 😲 We could not arrive at the car parking prior to the pre-booked time so, as the Sat Nav indicated that we were six-minutes ahead of schedule, we stopped at a service station ten-minutes away from the Airport Terminal and just waited for the minutes to tick away. Now, according to the Email instructions we received, the camera at the entry barrier to the car park ‘should’ recognise our number plate, issue us a ticket showing that we had pre-paid, then the barrier should lift and permit us entry, BUT what if it didn’t 🤷‍♂️ Then, when we went into the terminal, to drop off our hold baggage, we were each allowed 23Kg each, but we were only taking one large hold-all and we a little nervous as it felt quite heavy, neither were we sure whether we would need to show the Electronic Boarding Pass that we had saved in the ‘Wallets’ on our phones, it should be, we thought, just a similar procedure to when we had pre-booked our ferry crossings on line. All these things were running through our minds as we drove to the airport so it was not the usual relaxed journey, like it normally was when we were just going to collect or return visitor’s. Now I am one of these people that always believes that if you think about what could go wrong, before the ‘Dark Forces’ ambush you, then things generally just tend to go pretty smoothly, that theory was about to be tested.

We pulled up to the multi-storey car park entrance at 13:05pm, five minutes after our pre-booked time, we had been instructed in the Email NOT to press the button on the ticket machine, so we waited and within a matter of seconds the ticket machine made a noise and then spat out a ticket with our details printed on it and then the barrier lifted, first mission completed 👍 We made our way into the Terminal which was on the same level as the Departures and, although our boarding check-in gates were all closed, the one next to it had a ‘Lufthansa’ symbol and it had a lady sat behind it at a computer terminal. I approached her and asked at what time our check-in desk was scheduled to open, she asked what flight we were on and asked us for our Passports and then checked her computer. She said that we could check-in our hold baggage with her straight away, we asked if she needed to see our electronic boarding passes but she said she didn’t and she manually printed out two boarding cards 🤷‍♂️ The weighing scales indicated that our hold baggage was 2Kg over our allowance, she asked if we were checking in two pieces of hold luggage and I told her just the one, she placed a label on our bag, returned our passports and ‘printed’ boarding passes and that was it, all we needed to do now was to go through the Security Check Point, using the bar code on the printed boarding cards, not the electronic one’s, put our hand luggage through the x-ray machine and walk through the metal detector archway and that was it, simple, mission two completed successfully 👍 We could now relax until we were called to our boarding gate, so we found ourselves somewhere to have lunch and then just kill some time. All that nervousness beforehand had proven to have been unnecessary, as it generally does, I now felt quite relaxed and said to Shazza, “Don’t you just love it when a plan comes together, well done Shazza” for in truth it had been her that had done all of the Electronic Administration beforehand, initially booking the flights, sorting out the car parking and then checking us in on-line, but I knew that she was also a little nervous too, in case anything went wrong. I am going to ask the Government if I can keep this particular ‘carer’ of mine on a more permanent basis 😂 These days I generally just look after the physical side of things, the Passports, the physical paperwork and documents and the Money side of things. I guess we are getting to that age now, when dealing with things that are a little bit new to us, not helped by my OCD, but we never felt anything like this when we were doing our travels in our Motorhome because we were familiar with that style of travel, and I guess we felt in a lot more control, apart from delays with ferries of course, but that was all outside of our control and in a Motorhome you have the luxury of having everything on board, toilet, kitchen, lounge and bedroom so there are a lot more advantages of travelling with your home 😉 Any delays that were encountered were never really that much of an inconvenience.

Other than when we checked-in for the flight at the Lufthansa desk and handed over our hold luggage, were we asked to show our passports, we encountered no other officialdom. There was only a few minutes delay with our flight departure, and I am only talking minutes, rather than hours, so all in all the outward part of this trip had gone like clockwork so quite a pleasant experience.

However, we did get a bit of a shock when we arrived at Munich Airport, we already knew of course that it was a much larger International Airport than Malaga, but never having been there before we were not prepared for just how large. When we disembarked the aircraft we followed the signs to the baggage reclaim area, my god it was a long walk, first through the departure lounge with people sat at the departure gates waiting to board their flights, then along long corridors, up two or three escalators, along more long corridors then down another escalator on to a train platform 😲 One stop down the line we got off the train and then just kept walking, following signs towards the ‘Baggage Reclaim’. Eventually we arrived at a massive hall with rows and rows of baggage carousels, a board informed us which one to stand next to and by the time we arrived at our designated one, the cascade of assorted suitcases, hold-all, ski-bags were already circulating. We didn’t have to wait long before our bag appeared, upside down !! we could only hope and pray that the Christmas Gifts inside had remained in tact. We followed the ‘Exit’ signs into the arrivals area, there were no Customs or Immigration checks, no requirement to show our passports so, as far as our passports were concerned, there were no stamps indicating that we had ever departed Spain and arrived in Germany 🤔 We knew that it was an internal European Flight but under the rules of our Residency Visa we could only have 10 months outside of Spain in the next 5 years, so we would need to show the periods of time that we had departed and returned, so now we were wondering whether it could cause us problems when we returned to Spain if, when we did so in a weeks time, they stamped our passports on re-entry for how could we prove how long we had been out of the country, another thing for my OCD to start worrying about 😳 It was around 7pm, Stacey and Dean were waiting for us and as we walked outside to the car park the very cold, and wet, Bavarian night air hit us, but fortunately there was no snow to be seen anywhere 🥶

We had no plans for our week, we just left it up to our hosts to take us wherever they wanted, we had come for the sole purpose of spending time with them over the festive period, something we had not done with them for 11 years. We had visited Munich ourselves, many years ago, on one of our Motorhome road trips, albeit that was a brief visit, so we were completely in their hands, but for now, we just wanted to get to their house and have something to eat and drink, and the luxury and warmth of their central heating.

The weather was much better than we had anticipated it to be, there was no snow, but it was very wet, however the daytime temperatures remained between 7-9 degrees which was a bonus and, during the latter part of our time with them, the sun even made an appearance, so we were out and about on five of the six full days that we spent with them. We had never been to their local town of Gröbenzell before, it was only a short train journey from the centre of Munich (Marienplatz) but their town was quite lively, lots of shops and Cafe’s and Restaurants, Banks, Doctors, Post Office, four or five different very large Supermarkets, in fact their town was probably a little larger than our own back in Spain, but, unlike our’s, they had a rail station with frequent trains into the City, from where you could get other trains to many different destinations, which over the next several days we were to fully utilise. One thing we noticed was just how cheap the transport system is and how frequent the services are, miss one and within ten minutes there is another, you buy a day ticket from a machine on the platform and this enables you to use the S-Bahn (Trains), the U-Bahn (Underground) and all the Buses in and around the City and, unless a ticket inspector boarded whatever service you were using, you didn’t have to show your tickets once you had purchased them, this would never happen in the UK it would be totally abused, we hopped on and off local trains, the underground and buses with gay abandon 😁 Dean and Stacey have a second-hand car which they only use for when they do big shops at their local Supermarkets, generally they just use the public transport system to get around, we were very impressed.

The day after our arrival, after a leisurely start to the morning, we made our way into Munich, the plan was to have a look around the Christmas Market, have a few ‘Gluweins’, well it would have been rude not to 🤭 have lunch, do some sightseeing then later that evening they had pre-booked a table at a restaurant for Dinner. However, it was a very wet and rainy day, made worse by a very strong 45mph wind, we had been lucky to have just missed a major storm that had lasted for several days just prior to our arrival, this was the tail end of it, so we spent more time just bar hopping and eating a variety of tasty Bavarian Fayre and of course, one, or two, or perhaps even three, to be honest I lost count, of the famous German Schnapps that were forced upon us 🤭 but I actually quite enjoyed their particular flavourings of Anti-Covid Vaccines. Being confined in a metal tube for several hours with total strangers (Aircraft and Trains) and of course the crowds in the city, one has to take extra care to safeguard against all sorts of nasty bacteria’s in the air at this time of year, so I for one wasn’t taking any chances 😂

The hour’s just seemed to fly by, I wonder why 😂 In between taking shelter to keep dry we did some wandering around the Market Stalls, did some window shopping, Dean and I mainly salivating at all the different food options available, and then at 5pm we made our way to the Bavarian restaurant where Stacey had pre-booked a table. As we entered it was obvious that there was a festive party going on, a rather surly girl came rushing towards us and said rather bluntly, “This is a private function, come back in thirty minutes”, Stacey told her that we had a table booked for 5pm but she just repeated her instruction, “Come back in thirty minutes” and, as we turned around to leave, the girl, with a grin on her face, waved, and said in a rather sarcastic tone “Bye”, which to be honest, I think was perhaps induced by her partaking of a few too many Anti-Covid Vaccines herself. As you may imagine, both Dean and Stacey were livid, this was a Restaurant they had used on several previous occasions and the typically Bavarian menu they informed us was very good, including catering for Vegetarians and Vegans. Fortunately they had not left a deposit when they had booked, so they decided that we would not be returning in thirty-minutes and that we would find somewhere else in which to part with our money and where the staff were perhaps a little more polite. My daughter is very much like myself and wasn’t going to let the matter drop, so whilst we were sat on the train, making our way back to their local town, she sent a rather blunt ‘Snotogram’ to the establishment. Back in their town we found a nice traditional eatery just a few minutes walk from the station where we enjoyed a more welcoming experience and exceptionally tasty food. The following morning Stacey had a reply from one of the two lady owners of the restaurant, apologising profusely and stating that, although the private function had overrun, the staff member should have informed us of that fact in a much more polite manner. Sometimes it pays to complain, as attached to the the Email response was a €100 meal discount voucher, for use at their establishment on another occasion. So they had provided a discount of €25 each but I said to Stacey to use it after we had gone back, then they would have €50 each to spend which would probably cover the full cost, or at least the majority, of their meals.

We had a relatively easy day on both the Saturday and Sunday, just doing last minute Christmas food shopping, which included a trip out to a local farm to collect a rather large Duck for Christmas dinner, it had already been killed and prepared for the oven I hasten to add, and, on Christmas Eve day, we played card games, watched some Christmas films and TV programmes, ate a lot, had some more Schnapps taster sessions, and just had a generally enjoyable weekend doing not very much. I have to say that although they are very much ‘Carnivores’, both Stacey and Dean had gone out of their way to make a good selection of ‘Plant Based’ items, much of which they had made themselves rather than relying on shop bought savoury and sweet options. I was given the honour of slicing the Christmas Duck and Shazza, who has always said to people that she is not a 100% ‘Vegan’ and that she will eat some fish and dairy products, but she wanted to show her appreciation for the time and effort that they had made to accommodate us on the culinary side of things, so she had a slice of Duck with her dinner on Christmas Day, I can neither deny, or confirm, that I may have had more than one slice though 🤭

As we all know, Christmas morning for the domestic Goddesses (and God’s of course) is spent on preparation and cooking of the traditional abundance of Christmas Fayre and usually, afterwards, everyone is just too stuffed to do much of anything else other than snooze, watch the TV or play games, we were pretty much stuffed but, as it was the first day that the rain had stopped, and the sun had made a brief appearance, we cleared up the pots and pans, well we hid them in the dish washer and then we all got well wrapped up against the chill in the air and went for a walk around a local lake, surprisingly we were not alone.

On the Tuesday morning we caught a train and took the 45 minute journey to the lakeside town of ‘Herrsching’, the photograph at the beginning of this ramble is a view across the lake to the snow capped Bavarian mountains. The devastation, from the storm that had hit this region prior to our arrival, was clearly evident, all of the wooden landings that would normally stretch out into the lake to tie up the visitor’s tour boats, were battered and now just lots of debri, including large tree trunks, lay strewn across the footpath that encircled the lake, it looked more like a war zone. From there we took a one hour uphill forest walk to the ‘Andechs Monastry’ which is also a Church, a Pilgrimage Centre, a Brewery and it has a Beer Garden and a Restaurant. More recently we have become used to just doing our level flat walks along our seafront promenade, so this was going to get our hearts pumping and stretching our calf and thigh muscles 😖 personally I think my daughter was after getting her inheritance money a bit earlier, if only she knew that we had already spent it 🤭 perhaps something I should have mentioned before setting out that morning ? There were several well marked trails you could take in the forest, smaller circular routes, to the longer steeper one that they had decided to bring us on, this would certainly test our real fitness levels 🤔 The storm had also left its calling card here too, with fallen trees across the trail making it more of obstacle course which entailed us either having to climb over them, or deviate up wet leafy and muddy embankments around them, but our reward, should we complete the challenge, would be a nice meal in the Monastry restaurant.

Shazza and I were not exactly wearing the correct clothing for hiking, we had four layers to protect us from the cold, the outer layer being normal heavy top coats rather than lightweight, breathable, rainproof hiking jackets so we were now overheating and our thigh muscles were burning, our hearts beating so hard I thought that mine was going to jump out of my chest, we had left our hiking poles back in Spain, it is probably a good job otherwise the spike on the end of mine may well have got stuck up Dean’s arse !! But we kept going, we were not going to let these youngster’s off the hook that easy, they brought us here, we would get to the top and earn our reward, hopefully not in heaven though, all I kept thinking, quite literally, was ‘Thank you God for allowing your religious disciples to put a brewery up here’.

Once at the top the views across the valley, across the township roofs below us across to the Alps, was truly breathtakingly amazing, although the breath taking bit may not have solely been down to the views 🤔 The Monastery itself was not open to the public due to it being Christmas, but the Brewery and Restaurant were open.

We went into a big hall which was laden with three or four long tressel tables that accommodated twenty people on either side, we found a seat and Stacey stayed with our coats securing our places, whilst we went and got the food and drinks, the place was crowded, we didn’t see anywhere near this amount of people along the trail and most of them, by the way they were dressed, didn’t look as if they had walked here 🤔 First we went to the brewery part where we placed our orders and paid, we were given a ticket which we took to a large hatch and, on production of our ticket, the servers, who disappointingly were not Monks, then went to two massive barrels and poured our drinks, Dean had told us what sort of beer to order. We delivered the drinks back to the table and then went into the food service area where the choice was either a variety of different ‘Wurst’ (German Sausages), Knuckles of Pork, Potato Salad, or Cheeses with ‘Pretzels’ as big as your head, the only selection available for Shazza was the cheese and Pretzel but, for the rest of us ‘carnivores’, yes even me as an occasional part-time one, it was Pork, Pork or Pork 😁

After our hearty meal, well hearty as far as Dean and I were concerned, I would have been quite content to just roll back down the hill, I wouldn’t have felt a thing, what with the meat and large beer inside me. Dean confessed that in fact there was a tarmac road all the way down, but he said it was boring with just views of houses and there were no pavements. I gave his words a bit of thought, well about a nano-second and then decided that in fact I was more than happy with boring views. But I was outvoted, even by Shazza, who much preferred the forest trail back down, ‘It will be easier’ she says, ‘It’s all down hill’ she says, I tried to remind her that going down steep slopes with no walking poles would mean having to use your knee’s as breaking mechanisms, but when I looked around for the confirmatory agreement, the buggers were already half way out the door and I was left talking to an elderly German chap whose mouth was fully stuffed with crispy pork crackling, and with a blank expression on his face, looking totally bemused by someone jabbering away at him in a foreign language 😲

By the time we got back down to the the Lakeside and the railway station, both Shazza and I were pleased to be wearing our four layers and heavy top coats, the sun, which had had little heat in it anyway, was rapidly dropping in the sky, the chill in the air was beginning to bite at our exposed faces and I just wanted a nice hot and strong mug of tea, with perhaps a smallish tot of schnapps just to warm the cockles 😉 At least the train ride back was nice and warm and whether it was with all the days physical activity, the meal and beer, or a combination of both, but I had all on to stop my eyes from closing and I wasn’t fully convinced that my travelling companions wouldn’t just leave me on the train. When we got back and the ‘techno kids’ checked their ‘Fit Bit’ watches they informed us that we hadn’t done ‘too’ bad and had walked just a little over 8 miles, it sounded more like my old school reports that said “But could have done better”, I tried to sound enthused at the news and restrained myself from reminding them that they were 30 years our junior, that would only have made me sound old.

Now, if we thought that our final full day was going to be a much less physical one then we were very much mistaken. Another morning train ride into the City followed by a short trip on the U-Bahn and we headed for a walk along the ‘Isar River’ which runs through the centre. That actually sounded quite nice, it was another dry, bright and sunny morning, although we still needed two layers underneath our top coats, and our hats and gloves. Most of the shops were now open after the festive break and so it was very busy, our first stop after leaving the station was a small Kiosk on the side of the river bank where we purchased take-away piping hot cups of ‘Gluwiene’, which we sipped as we crossed the bridge over the river and down onto the riverside path. There were lots of people out along the path but the area was so big, with several footpaths and separate cycle tracks, some which led into a wooded area, that it didn’t feel crowded, we stuck to the path nearest to the fast flowing river. The views were pretty damn good and my clicker finger was called into action once again.

Numerous bridges spanned the wide river, the riverside path itself went on for miles but eventually we decided that it was time to go and seek out some lunch, which was music to my ear’s as I don’t eat breakfast, so we crossed the next available bridge and took a leisurely walk into the main city centre, stopping at another riverside Kiosk, this time one that sold bottled beers from around the world, Dean and Stacey like their beer, if you hadn’t already gathered that, so they selected two or three bottles and placed them in their back pack, to be consumed later back at home.

The City centre was now pretty familiar to us, having been here ourselves on a previous occasion and also once this week already. Although very busy it still retains a very pleasant charm about it, walking amongst the numerous historical buildings which blend in well with the more modern one’s, we can certainly understand the appeal for people living here, especially the younger generation, a very cheap, yet extremely efficient, transportation network, lots of green areas to walk, the riverside path and woodland where, in Summer, you are permitted to have Barbecues, a lot of the beer gardens allow you to take your own picnics, provided you purchase drinks, their are lots of eateries, fast food outlets, traditional style Inns and the more upmarket eateries, but I guess it is just very much like any major City, but Munich has, literally right on its doorstep, large Lakes and Rivers and the Bavarian Alps which offer lots of walking opportunities all year round and ski-ing in the winter, and all of this just within a very short train, or car, ride away. What it lacks for us, is the virtually all year round warm climate and the sparkling azure blue of the Mediterranean Sea just a fifteen minute walk away from our front door, we don’t do cold very well these days 😉

I had thought that after a nice long walk, another tour around the City Centre and a hearty lunch washed down with a beer, that our next stop would be the rail station and home, well Stacey and Dean still had other plans for us 😲 They announced that they were going to take us to another area of the city, just a short thirty minute walk away 😮‍💨 an area where they rented an apartment when they first moved here a couple of year’’s ago and where there was a nice boating lake with Swans and Ducks and yet another Kiosk, where we could sit whilst enjoying ‘Cafe Und Kuchen’ (Coffee and Cake). We had both decided to wear our walking boots when they had mentioned the riverside walk earlier that morning, by the time we had walked to the boating lake our legs were feeling quite heavy so we would be glad to be able to rest them for a while. However, the nice sunny day that it was, everybody else, and their kids and dogs, had decided to do the same so the place was crowded and the queue at the Kiosk stretched way back, so we decided not to wait. Fortunately, within a five minute walk, there was a bus stop which would drop us off right outside the train station we required and which would take us back to their town without the need to change trains.

We had already done the on-line flight check-in earlier that morning so that on the following morning we just had to make our way to the airport, a thirty-minute drive from their house. We left at 08:00am to get to the airport for our 12:15 departure back to Malaga. Because of restricted parking outside of Terminal 2 we told Stacey and Dean to just drop us off at the terminal entrance, they were allowed 5 minutes, so we quickly said our goodbyes, we would be seeing them again at the beginning of August for the big family event in Austria and we message each other two or three times a week, it wasn’t as if we were going to the other side of the world, some of this modern technology has its advantages 😉

Now if the procedures for checking-in at Malaga airport was a breeze, this time it was to turn out to be a bit of a nightmare, probably because I hadn’t given two thoughts about it and the ‘Dark Forces’ knew it and were ready to spring their ambush 😲 We were stood inside the entrance to the terminal looking at the flights departures board, we were too early and our flight and check in desk number was not yet displayed. A member of the airport staff came across and asked if we needed any assistance, we told him that we were looking for where we checked in our hold baggage and he told us to follow him. He took us to a row of machines, the ‘Auto Baggage Check-In’ area, and told us to use our Electronic Boarding Cards to check in our bag. That seemed to work fine at first, the machine read my QR Code and we were instructed to place our bag on the conveyor belt, it moved half way down the conveyor belt, stopped, reversed and returned our bag, I stood looking mystified 🤷‍♂️ Another member of the Airport staff came across and informed us that we were only permitted 23Kg and our bag weighed 24Kg so we would need to check it in manually, “So where do we do that ?” I asked politely, he pointed for us to go further into the terminal and around the corner to the manual check-in desks. In the front of the row of check-in desks was another machine, this time we presented our electronic boarding pass and the machine spewed out a self-adhesive baggage label which we duly attached to our hold-all. Their were long queues of people stood at several check-in desks, but nobody was at the desks so we were not going anywhere fast and although we had plenty of time, I could feel myself beginning to get tense. Eventually, after what seemed to be an eternity, but was actually only around twenty-minutes, we got to the front of the queue, we presented our electronic boarding cards to the woman behind the counter and she told us to put the bag on the conveyor belt. You are 1Kg overweight she announced, I told her that we were allowed to bring two 23kg bags but only had the one, she said that we had to go to another check-in desk and explain it to them, she pointed us to the desk in question. So yet again we got into another queue and waited to get to the front where I explained again what had happened, this lady did not say very much, she asked for our electronic boarding cards and then she checked the computer, asked us to put our case onto the conveyor belt, which again showed that we were 1Kg overweight, she said nothing, the machine at her side printed out yet another baggage label which she put onto our hold-all and she took the other one, that we had applied, off. “Enjoy your flight” she announced with a friendly smile on her face. We made our way towards the hand baggage Security Check Area, stood in the queue and was surprised to discover that here, unlike other airports we have used, we didn’t need to remove electronic items from our rucksacks, their 3D scanner on their x-ray machine was up to the job, so we passed through their body scanner machine and collected our bags at the other side. Our relief was clearly visible, we just looked at each other and let out an almighty gasp, that had been quite a tortuous experience for us, but now we were ready for breakfast and a strong coffee, I was tempted to just go to one of their bars and get a couple of stiff Anti-Covid Vaccines but hunger took priority over that option.

We checked the flight departure board and saw that our flight would depart from Gate ‘J’ and we already knew that to get to the actual departure gates we would have to get the shuttle train, so after a very enjoyable and leisurely breakfast we followed the signage and walked along the corridors, travelled down several escalator’s, got on the train, just the one stop and then followed the signs to ‘Gate J’, our Gate number was 5 and was right at the bottom of that part of the terminal, we found a seat and waited to be called to board. Our flight was delayed by fifteen minutes and we arrived, at 15:30pm, to a very much warmer Malaga airport, collected our bag from the carousel and exited the airport, at no point had we had our passports stamped, so it was as if we had never left the country, so that is a week of our ten month visa allowance used, but not, if you know what I mean 😉 The last bit of this ordeal was now to come, would the camera recognise our car registration number and lift the barrier so that we could exit the airport car park, it did and we headed home.

We both know that as far as air travel is concerned, we are now once again novices, with me not having travelled by air for holiday purposes for 11 years now, and Shazza only twice in that time. In our previous lives we had travelled by air to numerous long and short haul destinations, on a pretty regular basis, but those were the days before AI (Artificial Intelligence) took over the world. As our future travels are going to certainly involve much more air travel, at least now we know a little more about how it works and what to expect, with my OCD for detail and planning, and Shazza’s much better competency with technology, we are fast learners and we do actually work very well together as a team, so bring it on, where next my love ✈️

We have now been back at home for two days, the bags have been unpacked, the laundry done, food cupboards re-stocked and we have even had our usual walk along the seafront, and of course, with a stop to partake of our usual ‘Cafe con Leche y Tostado’ 😁 To bring this festive period to an end, and yet another year, we will be attending a New Year’s Eve event down at the Marina on Sunday evening.

So, until the first ramble of 2024, Shazza and I wish you all a very safe and HAPPY NEW YEAR 🎉🥳🍾🥂

Hasta Luego mi Amigos “La Vida Es Buena”