#Ushuaïa

[jjslimz]

(UNITEDANTS)

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[ibizasecretescapes]

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[intheorangebedroom]

salut 🍻 guess what, as my favorite writer you don't have to ask me anything twice. Me and my mom have a atelier/shop where we make and sell winter clothes, meaning i just reopened the shop again and as is still hot in south america and the days are slow and lazy, your writing has been my companionship 🧡 ( i'm not patient enough to pick up cross stitching, i wishhhhhhh) NOW, can i say how much i loved your writing in this chapter? wait i'm running out of space be right back

Salut 🥰 Aww my lovely, thank you so much for indulging me! And wait, what?!!! You create clothes and make them?!! That's so fucking brilliant! And so cool!!!!! I am in awe, I have so much respect for people who can actually make something with their hands... WOW. I wish I could wear your creations 😌 I would be so proud!

Ever since I was a kid I've been fascinated by time zones and hemispheres and revolution of the planets... and I know it's gonna sound stupid, but knowing that you are in another hemisphere kinda makes me all soft and fuzzy inside 🫠 I'm so very happy that my writing has brought some daydreams to your daily life 🧡 Thank you soooo much for your kind words 🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡

[myhouseidea]

[kathlare]

fading distractions

Lando Norris x Amelie Dayman

Summary: Lando's night in Ibiza takes an unexpected turn when his actions with Magui lead to an emotional slip-up.

Wordcount: 1.6 k

Warnings: just fluff

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August 16th, 2024 - Ibiza, Spain

The dim light of the hotel room flickered on as Lando stumbled through the door, his arm slung lazily around Magui’s shoulders. Her laugh was high-pitched and tipsy, echoing through the room as she leaned into him, the scent of her floral perfume overpowering the faint saltiness of the ocean breeze that clung to his skin.

Ibiza had been... well, exactly what he expected—loud clubs, overpriced champagne, and long nights that blurred into hazy mornings. Tonight had been no different. Martin Garrix had absolutely killed his set at Ushuaïa, and the afterparty was predictably wild. Lando had spent the night surrounded by friends, bottles, and a sea of attractive people who seemed to drift in and out of his orbit. Magui had been one of them.

She wasn’t his girlfriend. Hell, she wasn’t even someone he thought about when she wasn’t physically in front of him. She was just... there. Convenient. Fun. A distraction.

Magui kicked off her heels as she collapsed onto the plush sofa, her legs draped across Lando’s lap as he sat beside her. She reached for the hem of her dress, adjusting it slightly, her movements slow and deliberate. Lando leaned his head back against the couch, his body buzzing from the alcohol and the hours of dancing.

—You’re so quiet,— Magui purred, running her fingers lightly over his chest. —Thinking about the race already?—

Lando chuckled softly, his words slurring just enough to betray his intoxication. —Not even close,— he murmured, his accent thicker than usual.

Magui smirked, shifting her position to straddle him. Her hands slid up his neck, her lips grazing his jawline as she kissed a path toward his ear. Lando’s hands rested on her hips, his grip loose, his mind not entirely present despite the suggestiveness of the moment.

She tilted her head, her lips trailing down to his neck. Her kisses grew more heated, and her nails pressed into his skin as her movements became more insistent. Lando closed his eyes, his head tipping back as a soft sound escaped his lips.

—Amelie...—

The name fell from his mouth like a reflex, unbidden and unmistakable.

Magui froze.

The atmosphere in the room shifted instantly, the heat between them dissipating like smoke. She pulled back, her expression a mix of shock and fury.

—What the fuck did you just say?— she demanded, her voice sharp and cutting.

Lando’s eyes snapped open, his drunken haze clearing just enough for him to realize what he’d done. —Shit,— he muttered, sitting up straighter. —I... I didn’t...—

Lando’s heart skipped a beat as the reality of his slip-up hit him. He blinked rapidly, trying to steady his breath, but the damage was already done. Magui was standing now, hands on her hips, her eyes blazing with a mix of confusion and anger.

—What the fuck, Lando?— she repeated, her voice trembling with irritation. —Did you just say her name? While I’m here?—

Lando ran a hand through his hair, desperately trying to make sense of what had just happened. The word “Amelie” still echoed in his mind, his mouth dry. He could feel the heat rushing to his cheeks as the tension in the room grew thicker, suffocating.

Lando exhaled sharply, his mind scrambling for the right words to make this all go away, but nothing came. It was like his brain had short-circuited, caught between the haze of alcohol and the shock of his own slip-up. He wasn’t sure what had come over him, but hearing Magui’s voice, feeling her hands on him, and then… Amelie.

He cursed under his breath, attempting to meet Magui's eyes, but she was looking at him like he’d just slapped her.

—Magui, I...— Lando started, his words faltering. —It wasn’t... it’s not what you think.—

Her hands shot up in disbelief. —Not what I think? Really? Then what the fuck was it, Lando?— Her voice was sharp, louder now, her words dripping with frustration. —I’m sitting here on your lap, and you call out someone else’s name? What the hell is wrong with you?—

Lando opened his mouth to respond, but the words wouldn’t come. He was panicking, his stomach turning, feeling a sharp pang in his chest that had nothing to do with the alcohol or the situation itself.

—God, you’re fucking insane!— Magui yelled, pacing a few steps away. She ran a hand through her disheveled hair, clearly furious. —I don’t care if you’re drunk, that’s not something you just do. That’s not something you just say.—

—I...I didn’t mean it,— Lando muttered, standing up abruptly, his legs a little wobbly from the booze. He reached out to her, but she slapped his hand away with such force that it made him flinch.

—Are you seriously going to tell me you didn’t mean it? Are you going to tell me you’re thinking about her while I’m here, with you, right now?— Magui was almost yelling at this point, her words coming faster, the anger in her voice making Lando wince. —You know what? Fuck this.—

Before he could say anything else, Magui grabbed her purse and threw it over her shoulder, her body tense with fury.

—I don’t need this shit,— she spat, walking toward the door. —You’re a fucking idiot, Lando. And I’m done. Call me when you’ve got your shit together.—

Lando opened his mouth to stop her, but the words died in his throat. He stood frozen in the middle of the room, watching her slam the door behind her. The sound reverberated in his ears like a punch to the gut.

What the fuck just happened?

He didn’t even realize he was standing there, hands clenched into fists, until he noticed his breathing had become shallow and uneven. He let out a long breath, collapsing back onto the sofa. His head was spinning, the mixture of alcohol and a wave of emotions he wasn’t prepared for crashing over him.

—Fuck,— he muttered, his hand going to his face, rubbing his eyes as if that would somehow make everything make sense. But it didn’t.

Lando sat there for what felt like hours, the silence of the hotel room suffocating him. The whole situation with Magui had been easy. Casual. They had fun, they didn’t complicate things. But now, he couldn’t shake the feeling of unease that gnawed at him.

What was it about Amelie? Why had her name slipped out like that? It was a name he hadn’t spoken in months, not since the last time he saw her.

He remembered the way things had ended. She’d been busy with Wicked, throwing herself into her work, and he’d felt ignored, pushed aside. That had been the excuse he’d used when he’d started talking to someone else—someone like Luisinha. That relationship, too, had been a mess, full of things unsaid and feelings that didn’t belong.

But now, he was here, alone in a hotel room in Ibiza, with Magui gone and his head a mess. The one thing he couldn’t get out of his mind was Amelie. The way she used to laugh, the way she’d look at him when they talked, the way she made him feel… like he wasn’t just some driver to her. He remembered the times they’d spent in the virtual world, playing games together, talking about stupid shit, and then—what? It was so much simpler then.

He dragged a hand through his hair again, frustrated. What the hell was wrong with him? Why did her name keep coming up?

But maybe the real question was: why hadn’t it stopped?

Lando leaned back against the couch, closing his eyes for a moment, trying to shake off the thoughts. But even in the haze of alcohol and confusion, he knew one thing.

It wasn’t just Amelie he missed. It was everything they had. The closeness, the ease, the connection that had been so fucking easy at first. And then it all just... stopped.

But the real question lingered in his mind as the room fell silent again. Why had he called out her name just now?

He ran his fingers over his lips, biting his bottom lip in frustration. —What the hell was that?— he muttered to himself, his words barely above a whisper.

Lando was left there, alone, still feeling the weight of the moment.

And for the first time in a long time, he wasn’t sure if he was more pissed off at Magui or at himself.

The room felt colder now.

Amelie had always been his weakness.

[mapsontheweb]

Argentina's borders

« Atlas des peuples d’Amérique », Jean Sellier, La Découverte, 2006

by cartesdhistoire

In 1853, Argentina adopted a constitution modeled after that of the United States, which combined federalism with presidential governance. However, Buenos Aires did not ratify this constitution and seceded until 1862. It did not become the federal capital until 1880, following its separation from the province.

In the northern regions, territorial expansion was fueled by the War of the Triple Alliance (involving Brazil, Argentina, and Uruguay) against Paraguay between 1864 and 1870. Argentina occupied Misiones (located between the Paraná and Uruguay rivers) in 1868, as well as part of the Chaco (which is now the Argentine province of Formosa).

In the southern territories, expansion occurred at the expense of indigenous peoples who had never been subjugated by the Spaniards and who regularly raided the pampas (the provinces of Buenos Aires and Santa Fe). In 1878–1879, General Julio Roca decisively ended these raids by destroying both the summer camps and winter settlements of the indigenous peoples. This "conquest of the desert" led to the incorporation of 650,000 km² of arable land.

In Patagonia, resistance was not primarily from indigenous peoples, who were few in number, but rather from Chilean territorial ambitions. In 1884, Argentina established a foothold in Ushuaïa (Tierra del Fuego). A British arbitration took place in 1902, resulting in Argentina securing the Atlantic side and Chile obtaining control over the Pacific side.

In the South Atlantic, the Falkland Islands archipelago (which received its name from sailors from Saint-Malo) was uninhabited until 1764 when both the French and English undertook colonization efforts. The French departed the archipelago in 1770, followed by the English in 1774. However, after Argentina established a garrison there in 1820, the English protested, expelled the Argentines in 1832, and declared the islands a crown colony in 1833. By 1900, the archipelago had 2000 inhabitants of British origin. In April 1982, the Argentine armed forces attempted to seize the Falklands, but the English compelled them to surrender in June of the same year.

[hopefulkidshark]

Ibiza Town & Harbour, Ibiza, Balearic Islands, Spain: Ibiza is a city and municipality located on the southeast coast of the island of Ibiza in the Balearic Islands autonomous community. Ibiza is widely known and visited for its exciting nightlife. Some of the island's most notable nightclubs include Pacha, Amnesia, Space, and Ushuaïa. These four nightclubs are regularly in the top three of DJ Magazine's annual top 100 global clubs' chart. Wikipedia

[blorbocedes]

listened to the nico sky podcast, some highlights:

- said he met up with old teammates at the track which can either mean mark webber or lewis hamilton 🤨

- toto was saying he can't summer in ibiza anymore cause there's too much paparazzi and he needs to "summer where no one can find me"

- was asked about his 7x race win record and said he'd have 8 if lewis hadn't shunted him in Barcelona. then goes "to podcast listeners This Is A Joke. I Am Joking."

- genuinely believed lewis would win the race

- asked if he had to drive in the current mclaren or mercedes which would he choose, and he was like Come On, Mercedes is my ex family

- was asked about redbull domination compared to mercedes, and said "it's about the same, no? we used to win everything, pole, race. just more reliability issues back then."

- he has full matching silk shorts, it's his Ushuaïa ibiza party fit, but he chickened out from wearing it on broadcast last second. said he'd like to push a bit of boundaries in the fashion front

[ccaliforniagirls]

someone sent a tellonym to ftblwags saying that R was spending night in ushuaïa with an 18 y.o girl after he got her number on the beach lmao 💀💀 (no proofs yet tho)

https://www.instagram.com/stories/ftblwags/3423713043094303972?utm_source=ig_story_item_share&igsh=MTc5NHM1eWUxbjh5NQ==

I hope it's a lie

[hldailyupdate]

Louis followed Ushuaïa night club in Ibiza on Instagram.(3 June 2023)

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[jjslimz]

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[nousenargentine]

Le 18 octobre fin de soirée 

Nous sommes à  Cachi petite ville sur la route 40. Nous sommes à 4500 kilomètres du bout du continent : Ushuaïa. 

Cachi connu pour ses vins d'altitude ( 2240 m) les sommets environnants sont à 6000 m, et puis ce petit restaurant  où  nous avons bien mangé, trop mangé que  notre logeuse nous a recommandé "My Favorite" l'endroit où  nous passons un bien bon moment. Le jeune chanteur du coin nous enchante ! Nous ne comprenons pas les paroles, ou si peu, mais nous sommes sous le charme.

Ce jeune chanteur qui chante avec tant de ferveur, nous donne du plaisir !

Dans ce restaurant de Cachi,  il y a des chiens qui viennent quémander, des enfants qui jouent, des vieux, des jeunes...et cette musique si entraînante : deux guitares et un tambour...et la voix un peu cassée du chanteur...

Le restaurant est plein un mercredi soir.

Belle ambiance ici !

Nous avons roulé vers l'ouest.

Nous avons changé  de vallée.

Nous avons croisé de bien beaux panoramas. Regardez

[ibizasecretescapes]

The Beach by Ushuaïa Ibiza   I   Gallery

The Beach by Ushuaïa Ibiza is where you can taste summer. A superb gastronomic offering, world class service and the best house music in Ibiza are what make this beach club one of the islands most special places summer after summer.

Follow us on Instagram

@thebeachbyushuaiaibiza

@secretescapesmagazine

[a-solitary-sea-rover-backup]

Defending Vendée Globe champion Yannick Bestaven sits in 11th place in his approach to Cape Horn, but a steering system failure on his IMOCA Maître CoQ V may keep him from the finish line in the tenth running of the solo, round the world race.

At 2100hrs UTC yesterday while sailing in five metre seas and nearly 30 knots of wind, and approximately 450 miles east of Cape Horn, Bestaven incurred damage to the link bar which connects the twin rudders. Struggling with his team to solve the crisis, he has set up a temporary system with a spare gennaker sheet to drive the rudders under mainsail only. 

“For sure I can’t get back up the whole Atlantic like this…I need my boat in a good enough state to get back to Les Sables d’Olonne,” noted Bestaven. “My idea would be to find shelter in the islands at Cape Horn and then see what’s possible whether I can repair it myself or to stop at Ushuaïa. I really don’t know.” 

Meanwhile at the front to the fleet the two leaders are making good progress up the South Atlantic. Yoann Richomme (PAPREC ARKÉA) leads Charlie Dalin (MACIF Santé Prevoyance) by 130 miles this afternoon. They face an imminent strategic choice how to deal with the semi stationary cold front at Cabo Frio.