#candeleria

[gianlodi]

Evening candles. 🕯️🕯️🕯️😄 . . . . . . #candeleria #meditazione #relaxationtime #intags #soycandles #candlestick #evening #soywaxcandles #eveningrun #ᴍᴇᴅɪᴛᴀᴢɪᴏɴᴇ #relaxtime😎 #meditation #mindfulnessmeditation #relaxtime #candeles #relaxedhair #lovecandles #relaxing #eveninglight #candles #candlesofinstagram #relaxed #goodevening #meditationspace #relaxingtime #relax #relaxation (presso Villaggio del Sole) https://www.instagram.com/p/Cnh3IcaLnXw/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[rosariodelmar]

María Santísima del Rosario del Mar en sus Misterios Dolorosos

Se trata de una de las más personales dolorosas del imaginero Luis Álvarez Duarte, realizada en 1996 y bendecida el 24 de marzo de ese año por José Guerrero Martín, presidente del Cabildo Catedral y párroco del Sagrario de Catedral en el transcurso de una ceremonia concelebrada con los sacerdotes Lucas Sánchez Parra y Juan Torrecillas Cano.

Posee siete lagrimas de cristal por ser siete los dolores sufridos por María, cuatro en la mejilla izquierda y tres en la derecha. Las manos aparecen extendidas, portando un pañuelo en la izquierda y un rosario en la derecha. Eleva la mirada hacia el cielo, en busca de consuelo para su aflicción. La Virgen ladea dulcemente la cabeza hacia la derecha. Pese al juvenil aspecto, ofrece detalles de madurez en sus facciones. De gran expresividad y fineza de rasgos.

Bendecida el 24 de marzo de 1996

Procesiona en paso de palio pendiente de ejecución según proyecto de D. Álvaro Abril Vela, presenta peana (2001)  de Angulo Orfebres, varales (1975-1979) de Orfebrería Villarreal adquiridos a la Cofradía de la Borriquita de Huelva, candeleria (2007) de Antonio Rodríguez- Sánchez Campanario, y jarras (2019) de Alberto Quiros.

[apexart-journal]

Dario Mohr in Bogota, Day 18

This morning, I walked to the Foro Inversiones Inteligentes en Estados Unidos event, which was an informative conference about investing. A lot was in spanish but I learned some things.

I then went back to the Airbnb to relax a bit and then road a bike to the Beyond Colombia Walking Tour, which had two options: The Historical tour and the Food tour. It was a tough decision but by that point I was hungry so I opted for the latter. We started off at an empanada spot where I ate a jelly filled "pan" which is almost like a jelly roll with the most buttery bread you can imagine. We then went to a restaurant called Carbon de Lena where I finally tried capybara meat (which tasted like chicken btw), with a coconut lemonade and Cola & Pola which is a beer and a soda combined into a single drink, almost reminiscent of a shandy. I learned about a few landmarks along the way as well as the booming Emerald Industry, and the cafe's that have private offices in them where people haggle emerald prices with sellers they meet in the street. While at the cafe, I had a local favorite: Coffee with a block of cheese meant to be melted inside. Never had anything quite like it but it was actually really good! We walked quite a bit stopping at a few places, and learning some history and geography of Colombia thanks to a map that our guide brought with him. It was really interesting learning that Colombia has the most mountain ranges in South America, with the Andes splitting into three ranges that make it very difficult to travel between some of the major cities by car. Our guide was really fantastic providing me information on nearby cities where you can get different non grape fruit wines like feijoa, and apple. He also shared information about the refugee crisis in the park downtown and just how hard it has been for them to acclimate to the cold. They are apparently receiving very little support from the city, and its unfortunate because I literally ride past that park daily.

We ended the tour at Arte y Pasión Café, which is a barista academy and cafe. We watched the barista make two types of coffee through 2 press methods that involved a slow filter method, really allowing the water to absorb the flavor notes that would otherwise be lost due to the fast, scorching process of coffee making we are more familiar with in the states that results in it generally tasting and looking burnt. He explained that black coffee is the worst quality and is basically made up of all of the less desirable coffee beans (misshapen, underdeveloped, off colored, etc) which was enlightening for me to learn as I know very little about coffee and just assumed dark roast coffee was just stronger and had more caffein. The coffee took about 2-4 minutes to finish trickling through the filters at a slow drip, and was served in shot glasses. I had never seen coffee with such clarity! It looked like black tea, and the taste was very unique. We were instructed to smell and then sip it almost like wine, and were encouraged to slurp it if we really wanted to flavor experience.

After the tour, three expats from it and I went for a drink at La Casa de la Chicha, where an elderly lady on the 3rd floor lowers a basket with the chicha (corn beer) by rope for customers to take. We then walked around the Candeleria area for a bit and shared travel experiences. We were all educators, and it consisted of a couple from Germany, and a professor from Seattle of Pakistani background. They all have incredible excursions ahead of them throughout the country and it definitely inspired me to come back to check out the other cities of Colombia, and see the diverse ecology. I eventually hoped on a bike and road to Patacones restaurant for a quick dinner. The end of the trip began to set in around this time and I began reflecting on how much I love Bogota and don't want to leave, but at the same time miss my people back home. All in all, this was one of the most memorable days of the Fellowship.

[laura-apexart]

Day 27th 8.3.23

Trip to Paramo got postponed because the car wasn’t working so Marthin kindly invited me over for lunch with his mother, who makes a delicious meal for us. It is so nice to be in another’s home and eat someone else’s cooking that is not my own or from a restaurant or street vendor. 

Always fun to see the inside of different homes–lots of plants and artwork and objects to hear stories about and his apartment building was designed by famous modernist architect Rogelio Salmona known for his red brick architecture.

His mom, who is an art conservator and does restoration, is walking to San Felipe (a neighborhood filled with galleries) to pick up a frame so she walks me to Sketch gallery and tells me they will tell me where to go next.  It’s a cool concrete space, dark because the whole exhibit is mostly video and video projection. The exhibition is called “Tu nombre sobre mi nombre” (your name on my name) by Luisebastián Sanabria (b.1991) who created a series of visual metaphors and conversations to examine his relationship with his father, and the pressures and weight he feels from his father—a very religious Catholic man who owns a coffee farm. 

Tower of Babel metaphor with spiraling staircase–father reads in english words that he does not understand. A projection of the artists private library and his fathers private storage space. A double channel video projection of the father holding a sack of coffee beans measuring with the weight of his son and vice versa.  The artist is gay and does not want to inherit the farm, the father must reconcile and accept his son’s path. 

I went to a couple more small galleries but was less invested or energized.

In the evening I traveled back to the Candeleria area to hear the concert Contos Frente al Fogon (Carrannguera music) four young female musicians in their 20s who were the winners of the Pena de Mujeres award PDE FUGA 2023 LA FUGA -It was a small cultural event at the Gilberto Alzate Avendaño Foundation, and a very endearing and sweet and joyful concert with an intergenerational crowd who clapped and danced along. 

[agustinisrael]

Hoy para terminar la promoción #40primaveras donde cada día ofrecía un original por 40 euros traigo este #abril, #litografia 2 tintas donde sobre la imagen #carmesí de una #candeleria de un #paso de #palio de la #semanasanta de #sevilla aparece la silueta insinuada tal como si de una #mantilla se tratara de una flamenca preludiando la continuación de los fastos primaverales #art #arte #agustinisrael #design #diseño #interiorisme #interiorismo #lunaresycapitotes #ingraving (en Estudio De arte y Diseño De Agustin Israel) https://www.instagram.com/p/CNQlXjAjr9V/?igshid=16p53mii6oyn8

[thesolotomyhan]

You said that Amado was married to + than 1 woman, right? Which made me curious if you know if he had a "favorite" between them (like "the one" you know, the one he would mostly came back to and spend time with, or favored the most) or if it was a mess between them and the viejas he had out there? 👀🧐

i honestly wouldnt be able to tell you💀 but im pretty sure he favored his first wife candeleria since its said he would physically force her stay when she attempted to leave or sonia barragan??? i think he had 5or 6 kids with her or something :/

[onearmbandito]

Candeleria, Bogota, Colombia #candeleria #bogota #bogotacolombia #bogotachurch #church #smallchurch #ilovebogota #ilovebogotá #colombianos #southamerica #southamericatrip #southamericatravel #southamericanadventure #southamerican #instacolombia #instabogota

[cyrilperetti]

La Candelaria 🎨🇨🇴🏠 . . #Colombia #Candeleria #Streetart (at La Candelaria)

[bardo1129]

Our #lady of #candeleria by #cristobalhernandez #canaryislands #amwriting #screenwriting #painting #tvwriting #nycgratitude #freecaleo (at New York, New York)

[waynegaskin]

How dows this image make you feel? I think its a dope photograph. But i get affy anytime i see black skin behind bars. I wonder why this art was chosen for a hostel. A hostel where mostly non black people stay. In a city. Bogota. Candeleria where there really are not many black people. Was imtersting eating breakfast around others while having this in thr background. We saw maybe in total saw 6 black people in Bogota. And from what i understand the afro colombian populations live in other regions. So mext visit thats where ill be. #photography #Bogota #colombia #archlife#racism #segregation #blackmentravel #newplacesameshit #cc203 #narcostour https://www.instagram.com/p/Bvuqv1fhUAG/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1hmyh0wjgkswb

[timwenger1]

Socially charged street art is one of the main things that I’ll remember of Bogota. The murals lining La Candeleria and what I saw of Egipto are far deeper than a visitor could ever hope to know or understand. Take a screen shot and zoom in, you’ll especially like seeing Hezus hung on an AK. Thanks @impulse_travel for a day I’ll never forget. Hearing the stories of former gang members was truly humbling. Story to come. #bogota #lacandelaria #streetart #colombia #travelstoke (at Bogotá, Colombia) https://www.instagram.com/p/Bo2-fTSlygR/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=a4latjtlyvni

[laura-apexart]

Day 25: 8.1.23 

Tonight is a full moon and rainy rainy day here. 

Claustro de San Agustín photojournalism exhibition El Testigo

Takes place in the Devenir University “a biocultural project engaging in the process of an Amazonian territory becoming a university.” Like most of the museums or cultural spaces I’ve visited, this one also has an incredible courtyard in the center lush with plant life.

There are two massive videos on the ground floor filmed in the Amazon rainforest, the orientation of the indigenous communities toward centering plant life -non human centric understanding of the world and learning through experiences, fieldwork, physical engagement, an oral tradition of story telling vs western focus on knowledge desire to catalogue and classify and record and document.

On the second floor is the exhibition of photo journalism which are incredibly poignant and sharp

Powerful.People holding up photos of family who has gone missing or were killed. Images of the cemetery. Military men using a person's shoulder to prop, rest their gun on.

Video of men in hazmat suits digging up bones from unmarked trails in the jungle.  

A young girl, maybe 6 looking through a shattered windowpain -her eye lining up with the bullet hole. A room of photos focusing on protests and demonstrations In simon de Bolívar square.

The Devenir University is located in the complex of Municipal/government buildings with lots of -Military on guard —I hear music/drums and sounds familiar from the military Parade music and when I leave the building, I follow the sound and see that the military marching band is practicing and this seems more interesting than the military parade itslef because I like watching their bodies shift from rigid and uptight to relaxed and resting in between sessions. I also like the formalism of their bodies against the backdrop of imposing marble buildings.  I want to film but don’t out of fear that I’ll get stopped or yelled at and am feeling too tired to handle that. 

In the late afternoon I have a Craft Beer Tour with Tasting

I am the only one which is funny but also nice because I get to just chat with the Guide–Gabriel who reminds me a bit of a friend-I tell him that this is a tour a would not sign up to take myself but he is a great story teller and very knowledgable and I realize that this is another way, angle, perspective of learning about the history of the city.  

We meet at the Cranky Croc Hostel in La Candeleria neighborhood and opens a bottle of beer for me and asks me to look at the brail number on the inside of the cap–I have the higher number so if we were at the store, he would buy the beer–a game him and his friends and other Bogata people play. He studied language and told me that when studying English his class was asked if they wanted to learn British or American phonetics–they chose American. 

Grew up on caribbean coast of Colombia and Venezuela and we spoke a bit about the politics of moving between both countries and the tensions. 

He also told me a story behind one of the indigenous ceremonial fermented drinks of Bogota first? made by the Muisca originally called Fatcqua but now called Chicha made of (apple, sugarcane, (spit) water and corn) —when the spaniards came the Muisca thought they were gods because they had guns which were like thunder and so they gave the colonizers whatever they wanted and they drank the Fatcqua and werent used to the corn in their bodies/diet and ran to the bushe with  diarirhea–and the Muiscas yelled Chicha Chicha–and the spaniards thought that was the name of the drink but really it was Diarrhea.

We talked about the culture around eating mombe as a social activity and the “Circle of Words”–emphasis on the oral tradition here, how information is transmitted through storytelling and not written down (which makes me acutely aware of this  process of listening to the guides, trying to hold what they say while having an experience, knowing that I must write it down, that much of what I write will omit certain details and maybe even botch up histories and facts etc and limited perspective.

[whimsically-ominously-auspice]

If I can shoot Pablo Escobar in a bikini only into the leg, y'all can do it wearing bullet proof vests.

Doing better, kids, doing better.

Tree says this case this was right although I have extreme concerns about what could but didn't happen-- in this case, this particular subject needed to be learning his lesson.

He needs to quit his bull shit.

*not the cop. The cop did his job appropriate according to the tree who has extreme insight

...

I do prefer the tazer still

The fear is the suspect will shoot as being tazed but usually the gun will drop.

Thus you have the same percentage of the gun accidentally going off.

And for retaliation fire, you have a much less chance they can retrieve the weapon and shoot if they are tazed.

With it this close to traffic, he could flopped into the road.

So This is a very not clear scenario.

However if it was a residential street not like San Mateo or Lousiana, but an actual chill road (possibly Candeleria) then i would expect them ti be tazed as it is better and safer for the bystanders and officer.

Otherwise this seems to be a one clear shot by an officer that has practice handling his weapon with skill. (Shooting range)

Tree says the woman officer saved the suspects life as if he had been closer the velocity (speed) of the bullet would have gotten an artery of the leg and he would bled out as he did deserve to.

And so next time this suspect gets shot and does die, we will turn our backs like it didn't even happen.

Thank you, New Mexico State Police.

He gets to live to die another day.

[thesolotomyhan]

One of the things I really want to see next season is that if Amado is going to have a wife or a love interest (sorry, idk nothing about the real Amado's personal life besides having 2 sons and lots of siblings) I really hope she would be someone strong who stands up for his bullshit, someone like Mimi and not just a girl with nothing more than 7 lines who will just be pregnant or nod to everything he says

oh dont apologize amorcito, its alright lol,, but its kind of hard to speculate what route the writers are going to choose if theyll portray him as single,, like they have up to now, or a small glance into him having a love interest which would be interesting like you said- but what i do know is that his first wife was named candeleria leyva cardenas but he was very abusive to her in real life, and the 4 other women he had kids with as well,, so i kind of doubt if they show him with a wife that she’ll be like mimi,, she’s gonna be more like guadalupe personality, not standing up to him,, :/

[afrojonathan]

Day 6: Bogota, Colombia

🚨 Big day alert! (20K steps, 75 flights) 🚨

Waking up again to the sounds of a baby (I’m somewhat more sympathetic to these things now that I’m a Godfather, but does a baby live in the hostel? I don’t think so? So why is she here?), I did some work from the hammock at my window (what a lovely way to do it!)

Afterwards, I took a longer than expected walk through the gritty La Candeleria neighborhood, taking in the wonderful murals and street art. I took lots of photos, without being too obvious about it all (the older locals seem a bit grizzled here). At the suggestion of a local, I went to Azahar, an amazing cafe with an airy vibe and loungey tunes. One of my favorite places on this trip so far. I got a wonderful avocado toast (I even told them [jn Spanish] that I’m from NYC and avo roasts are everywhere, and this was the best I’ve ever had) and a flight of coffee. I figured, when in the coffee capital, why not try 3 different coffees? Perhaps my coffee palette isn’t refined enough...they all just tasted like coffee. I’m not the best audience for this, it turns out.

Fueled up, I headed off to the funicular station to go to the top of Monserrate, the mountain overlooking the sprawling Bogota. I found more great street art on the way, but was unaware of just how steep I would need to climb. At one point, Google Maps took me through a stadium and up its steps, which seemed odd? Everything is a route in Colombia! Walking up the hills really was killing me, which is when I Googled if Bogota had a particularly high elevation, and it does. This made me feel good about the fact it’s definitely not the fact I’ve eaten empanadas for breakfast most days. It’s not my poor life choices making me feel sluggish, it’s the elevation!

Winded and confused about my circuitous route (perhaps the only option), I got to the funicular station. Now would be a good time to ask - do you, dear reader, know what a funicular is? It’s an olde timey wooden cart that goes up a hill, and it’s counter-weighted by a cart that goes in the opposite direction. It’s a pretty cool feat of physics. I missed the last one coming down the a castle/mountain in Budapest, and was excited to funicularize here. Funiculars: the transportation of the future of the past!

Well, even though I got there before noon, they switched over to cable cars. I knew the funicular (for some reason) only ran in the mornings, but they did the ol’ bait and switch on me! It’s the same outcome (you get to the top), but I really wanted to take a funicular! Mostly because it’s fun to say. What a massive tragedy.

The ride up was quick, and the views from above breathtaking (see below). I spent maybe an hour there, walking along a steep path that seemed to lead to nowhere special (there were dweebs running it for “fun”) and taking in the vistas on both sides (city on one side, jungle-y nature on the other). Some great selfies were had!

Feeling like I couldn’t possibly take more pictures (the thought of having to cull through them was already seeming a bit stressful), I headed back down and Ubered over to the Museo de Oro (Gold Museum).

This is a highly rated attraction in Bogota. It was fine, and I could see how history buffs would love it. However, I’m more of an art museum guy, so I eventually stopped listening to the long-winded audio guide, found a few remarkable pieces I enjoyed (pics below), and moved along. I also got the “best coffee in Colombia” at the cafe here. This was a misnomer.

Afterwards, I was off to a cafe for some empanadas (something new for a change!) and a cocktail made with the Colombian specialty liquor aguadiente. It’s terrible!

I went walking through the grimy main commercial area (buying some “RayBans” for about ~$7.50) and ended up at the MAMBO Museum. While walking, I noted how the Monserrate mountain I was on earlier looms large over the city (similar to Table Mountain/Lion’s Head in Cape Town, South Africa).

The museum was full of *shudder* contemporary art. Ew. But it was free! There were a few (and I mean a few) pieces that I enjoyed, and I probably spent 45 minutes in total there.

Retracing my steps back towards La Candelaria neighborhood (and avoiding an area where cops were running with giant, muzzled dogs), I passed by the Bogota Beer Company. I had heard of this somewhere, so I popped in for a few craft brews. At one point they were playing the song Rock Lobster, and it was at this moment I realized this is one of the most annoying songs of all time (slightly more annoying than Barbie Girl, and slightly less annoying than Jingle Bells where dogs/cats bark/meow the notes).

Feeling loose after a few big beer units, I continued my walk. I stopped in a pharmacy at one point to buy some anti-inflammatory cream for my sore knee (climbing around Monserrate), and was amazed how the Colombian family in front of me handled things. They would ask the pharmacist for something, buy it, then do it again. They probably made 5 separate transactions. It was maddening to watch, and was wondering if this was normal, or if I was just a bit buzzed so not understanding what was happening. It was weird, though.

On I went, and eventually I stopped into the lobby of a fancy theater to see what was showing. It was A Streetcar Named Desire, and I almost bought tickets, but in a moment of sobriety, I killed this spontaneity (I would have understood some of it, but probably would have hated it).

Back to the hostel I went to call it another early night, cognizant on the fact I have a bachelor party in Mexico City on the horizon which will be DAMAGING, so another restful night was a good idea.