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Day 29 - Leon

So I’ll start with the good news as that’s what you’ve been waiting for.

This evening we did a test walk of just over 3 miles with Jane and her pack and it went OK. She won’t be running any marathons any day soon and we’ll have our rucksacks sent ahead but we’ll be back on the road tomorrow. We’re going to cheat a bit to save rebooking all our accommodation and will be getting the bus to Astorga in the morning and just doing 10k to our booked hostel.

Right, back to earlier today. I went off in the morning to Leon’s museum of modern art which is right over the other side of town. It’s only a small museum with 4 halls but it was really interesting and I enjoyed what I saw. There was one hall that celebrated concrete of all things, and had the usual odd couple of plates and bottles as exhibits and somewhere you could lie on bags of concrete.

But the hall I enjoyed the most was covered in over 80 large canvases of all sorts of brightly coloured shapes.

When I got back Jane had been busy too, having a look around our local church and getting some stuff from the local shop to make a delicious (she told me to say that) pasta sauce which we’ve just had with some pasta and salad for tea. It was actually delicious.

We were then contacted by Jude, an Australian we met early on, who was staying outside Leon and coming in by bus for the afternoon. We met her for a drink, then I gave her a whistle stop tour of Leon while Jane went back to pack her rucksack for the test walk.

Leaving Jude in the main square with some tips on where to go next, I got back to the flat and we set off. Jane went initially at her usual fast pace but settled down eventually. We went down to the river and walked along to the Parador and the resting pilgrim. We then went over the river and through the park I used to walk through where the blossom on the floor was like snow. At the end of the park I showed Jane the school I worked at.

We then walked back up to town and popped in a walking shop as Jane wanted a dress and I was looking for shorts, but they were really expensive, 80+ euros each. Two doors down was a bargain store where we got a dress and shorts for 8 euros total in the absence of charity shops! We love a good bargain.

Back at the flat we’ve had our food, booked our bus, replied to lots of people, finished the wine and will shortly be packing up our rucksacks again.

Buen Camino!

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Llegó la plataforma Floripa Summer Tickets

Floripa Summer y Black iD anunciaron el lanzamiento de la plataforma Floripa Summer Tickets, una ticketera a través de la cual el público argentino podrá acceder a una gran cantidad de eventos y servicios abonando en pesos argentinos, y con importantes descuentos. Se destaca la venta de combos y pasaportes que son la llave para adquirir paquetes para itinerarios de entretenimiento, con eventos musicales, excursiones y atracciones turísticas. Habrá un line-up exclusivo con artistas internacionales como Hernán Cattáneo, Agents Of Time, Paco Osuna, Vintage Culture, Camelphat, Mochakk, Mariano Mellino, Blancah, Kolombo, Cuartero, y la icónica Fiesta Bresh, entre otros. Estos eventos se llevarán a cabo en Parador P12, Music Park y Milk, ubicados en la exclusiva playa Jurerê Internacional.

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​ Floripa Summer, plataforma argentina dedicada al entretenimiento y Black iD, la aplicación gratuita que transformó el entretenimiento social urbano, anunciaron el lanzamiento de su plataforma Floripa Summer Tickets.

La propuesta de Floripa Summer Tickets es ofrecer servicios Premium a turistas y una agenda extensa de eventos que van a realizarse en Florianópolis entre el 28 de Diciembre y el 04 de Marzo. La plataforma ofrece estos servicios en forma de combos o pasaportes semanales de eventos para aquellos que eligen Brasil como destino de sus vacaciones, con el beneficio de poder abonar estos servicios en pesos sin tener que lidiar con pagos en dólares y medios habilitados para transaccional con pagos internacionales.

Verano 2025: Florianópolis, un destino elegido por muchos argentinos.

“La temporada de verano 2025 se presenta como una inmejorable oportunidad para el turismo argentino, con Brasil como destino estrella. La combinación de un dólar accesible en Argentina y la reciente devaluación de la moneda brasileña ha llevado a muchos argentinos a optar por vacacionar en el país vecino. Esta situación no solo favorece a los turistas en términos económicos, sino que también les permite disfrutar de unas vacaciones inolvidables en algunas de las playas más hermosas. Entre los destinos más elegidos se encuentra Florianópolis, una ciudad que evidenció un gran crecimiento en los últimos 10 años, y que cuenta con inmejorable infraestructura hotelera, gastronómica y gran variedad de excursiones y eventos de entretenimiento”, analizó Facundo Cetratelli, COO de Floripa Summer Tickets, y agregó: “La isla combina relax, diversión y una agenda de eventos de primer nivel, ahora más accesible que nunca gracias al lanzamiento de la plataforma Floripa Summer Tickets, desarrollada por Black iD, empresa argentina de tecnología para eventos”.

“Para facilitar aún más el acceso a la diversión vimos en Black Id una solución para uno de nuestros principales problemas, la venta para argentinos, eso resultó en lanzar desde Argentina, una ticketera a través de la cual el público argentino podrá acceder a una gran cantidad de eventos, abonando en pesos argentinos, y con importantes descuentos. La novedad, venta de combos y pasaportes que son la llave para adquirir paquetes para itinerarios muy completos de entretenimiento a un mejor precio, donde destacan eventos musicales, excursiones y atracciones turísticas. La temporada 2025 en Florianópolis ofrecerá un line-up exclusivo con artistas internacionales como Hernán Cattáneo, Agents Of Time, Paco Osuna, Vintage Culture, Camelphat, Mochakk, Mariano Mellino, Blancah, Kolombo, Cuartero, y la icónica Fiesta Bresh, entre otros. Estos eventos se llevarán a cabo en tres de los lugares más icónicos de la isla: Parador P12, Music Park y Milk, ubicados en la exclusiva playa Jurerê Internacional espacios reconocidos por su excelencia en servicios, producción y ambiente”, anticipó Rodrigo Mangone, CEO de Floripa Summer.

“Floripa Summer Tickets no solo garantiza acceso a los mejores espectáculos, sino que también ofrece opciones para disfrutar días de relax en el exclusivo Parador P12, conocido por su ambiente de lujo, infraestructura única y una piscina gigante de ensueño, así como diversión familiar en el parque acuático Aqua Show. Esta opción no solo simplifica el proceso de compra para los turistas argentinos, sino que les permite planificar mejor sus vacaciones, acceder a descuentos y aprovechar la posibilidad de abonar con tarjetas locales y saldo en billeteras virtuales. Y con motivo de su lanzamiento, activó un código de descuento para las compras durante la primera semana. Utilizando el código FST25 en el proceso de compra, los argentinos podrán acceder a mayores beneficios”, comentó FacundoCetratelli.

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Para más información sobre eventos y cómo adquirir entradas, los interesados pueden visitar la plataforma de tickets.floripasummer.com y comenzar a planificar sus vacaciones

“Black iD es una plataforma 100% digital, compuesta por tres sistemas que interactúan entre sí. La suscripción para los operadores es gratuita, a los cuales les brinda una solución integral, que puede ser adaptada y auto gestionada a medida de sus necesidades. La falta de innovación y digitalización en el sector provoca que sean muchísimas las problemáticas no resueltas desde el lado de los operadores del entretenimiento, lo que inevitablemente impacta en el usuario. Vinimos a simplificar la experiencia para ambas partes, y lo hacemos de una manera muy innovadora”, dijo Ignacio Obuljen, CEO de Black iD Y concluyó: “Por otro lado, nuestra tecnología es comercializada bajo el modelo "marca blanca", a partir del cual, nuestros clientes pueden montar su propia ticketera, con su marca y estética, utilizando nuestra tecnología como motor".

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Monday, April 1 - Granada to Cuenca

We had a very early start this morning, as we were up by 5AM, and on the way to the train station by 6. It all went smoothly, and this was our first AVE train - the truly high speed, which gets up to around 150mph. It still took about 4 hours to reach Madrid, since they went slower on the first part of the trip - retracing our journey back to Cordoba. Although it had rained most of the night, and a bit of and on in the train, we were lucky to have a dry morning to wheel to the train station.

We had an hour to change train stations in Madrid, but it's fairly easy, as there was a suburban train linking the two stations, and a ticket on it was included in our AVE fare. We had worried a bit about the timing, but we caught the suburban train very quickly, and got to our second station with 30 minutes to spare.

On the train to Cuenca we passed through several little rain cells, and we could see various areas being hit by storms. It was a change from the all-day rain, but it still could make it very wet. It wasn't raining when we got to the newish highspeed train station outside of Cuenca - it is at least 5 kilometers from there to the old train station, and an additional several kilometers to the old town where we are staying. We were debating hiring a cab when a bus pulled up - not only did it take us into town, but its last stop was the Plaza Mayor, about 100 yards from our apartment. It did rain a little on that short walk, but we dried out quickly.

Our apartment is quite cute, with a window looking down on the newer town well below, as well as the steep streets below. Cuenca is quite vertical - it is surrounded by steep limestone cliffs that rise above two rivers, one large and one small. The oldest part of Cuenca sits on top of the cliffs between the two rivers, and the old town spills down from there. Where the two rivers meet it is fairly flat and is the start of the plain, and the newer town has expanded into that area. As a result, there are a lot of steep stairs and roads up and down from where we were staying, and it's good cardio just to go anywhere.

We walked down to the new town to pick up a few groceries, and then back up to our place before setting out to explore. By this time the rain had moved on and the sun actually came out! Blue skies! Of course, it was still windy and about 45 degrees, but it really brightened our moods.

Leading off from the Plaza Mayor just above our place is a bridge across the smaller river far below. It links the old town to the Parador, which was originally a convent. It is a fairly inelegant bridge, being mostly steel sitting on very spindly looking supports. It does get a lot of use, as it overlooks the famous "hanging houses", which overhang the cliffs above the gorge. This group dates back to the 14th century, so they must be doing something right.

From here we headed up some stairs and back streets to the top of the oldest town, where the castle once stood. The castle and settlement were originally Moorish, but Alfonso VIII conquered the city in 1177. Nothing much is left of the castle but the gate, and that had some current construction. Because of the uniqueness of the setting and the hanging houses, the "Ciudad Alta" is a world Heritage site. Above the gate are more houses, a large parking area, and a zip line station for flying across the gorge. It wasn't operational at the moment, but should open when the weather improves. From here, the Parador that towers above the new town was well below us. On the way up we passed this one three story building that appears to be built entirely on some undersized beams and a couple of sketchy trusses. We didn't linger underneath.

Cuenca has lots of trails that go along the rivers or climb high into the cliffs above, and we hope to do a mix of trails tomorrow. We will probably get a latish start, since with daylight savings time, the sunrise isn't until around 8:30, and it will be a cold morning. Also, we got up early today, stayed out late wandering around in the beautiful sunshine, and need some rest. And sunset isn't until around 8:30 also. We are happy to note that there is no rain in the forecast for tomorrow!

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Farewell Portugal, Hola Espana!

Sept 8, 2023

We were up early and headed out of beautiful Evora heading for Spain.  Today was a travel day and we traveled about 205 miles to Carmona, Spain and the Paradore de Carmona - plus we lost an hour.  We are now 6 hours ahead of Michigan.  

Of course, we made some comfort stops but our first stop of exploration was Mérida.

We explored the UNESCO Site of Mérida, and it was quite the place in its day. This was a “military retirement community” of 60,000 people. The Romans used a formula for the construction of their amphitheaters building it to house one tenth of the population. So we walked around the  6,000 seat Roman theater and the adjoining amphitheater in the blistering heat. The theater was used for theater events of all kinds like speeches, dramas and performances.  It is still used today.  

Take 5 minutes out of your day to watch Il Divo perform there. Prepare for goose bumps:

The amphitheater is where gladiators once battled to the death against animals imported from Asia and Africa and confined in the large, cross-shaped pit we saw at center stage. Although the region (think “state”) of Extremadura once marked the boundary between Moorish and Christian Spain, the capital of the region, Mérida, fell under Moorish, Christian, and even Portuguese control throughout its  history. It is better known, however, as one of the most famous Roman capitals on the Iberian Peninsula, and it displays this heritage in some of the best-preserved Roman ruins in all of Europe. We walked through these amazing ruins and let history come alive.  Loved it!!

110 years ago this was a garbanzo bean field.  Then someone dug a hole.  WOWZA!!

Let me say it was HOT!! Mark and Carl found shade whenever possible.

After we explored the site we had a lovely lunch of gazpacho, sardines and Spanish tortilla - made of potatoes, onions and egg. YUM!!!

As we left the city, I snapped this pic of the The Puente Romano, a bridge over the Guadiana River that is still used by pedestrians, and the longest of all existing Roman bridges.  I didn’t know that when I snapped the pic.  I just thought it was cool!!

Since we were in Spain - a siesta was required.  You know the “When in Rome…” thing.  

Our lodging, Carmona Parador, is amazing!!!

From their website:

Half an hour from Seville, on the ruins of an impressive 14th century Moorish fortress, stands the Parador de Carmona, a well-kept Andalusian-style palace that pays tribute to the region's past.The building crowns the city with an exceptional panoramic view, which can be enjoyed from every corner of the Parador, and especially from its pool and terrace. Inside, Mudejar motifs are the star of an exquisite decoration, which creates unique spaces such as the interior patio, the Bermejo Room, with its tapestries and antiques, or the old refectory, now a restaurant.

The Parador de Carmona occupies the Mudejar palace of Pedro I of Castilla, on top of the old Muslim citadel. Disappeared in the 19th century due to successive earthquakes and looting, this site was reborn in 1976 as a Parador in the form of a renovated Andalusian palace.

The enclave, originally a Turdetano-Punic acropolis, housed the residence of the Taifa king of Carmona, rebuilt by Pedro I, promoter of the fortress of Seville, who made it his favorite residence. Today, the old Plaza de Armas houses the parking lot, and the Royal House houses the Parador's lounges and bedrooms.

I did our laundry and Mark ended up in the balcony of the bar with our buddies.  This was the view…

Don't feel sorry for me because I took this pic when I joined them. The rest of the day was ours - until dinner. We meandered around this fabulous place and this is what we saw:

This place is indeed spectacular! Tomorrow we explore Seville.

Stay tuned!

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Blog 8 – An Andalusian Christmas (and birthday)

We arrived in Jerez de la Frontera on the 3rd December. The purpose of our journey from Tarifa to Jerez was to enable us to travel to Arcos de la Frontera, to stay in the beautiful Parador on Jo’s birthday.

We arrived at one of the two privately run Aire’s in Jerez at about midday. After setting ourselves up we were invited to the reception for a glass or two of sherry (also sold on the premises) we’ve now become sherry lovers!!. We were told by Pablo (the owner of the Aire) that it would be very busy in town that day but he didn’t explain why, so after our sherries we walked the 2 miles into the town centre – along a very wide and modern boulevard. On arrival at the northern edge of the new town we noticed a large crowd outside a church (it turns out that it was a convent Claustro de Santo Domingo) and as we got closer we could hear singing, so we went to investigate. This was our first experience of Zambombas, which is an Andalusian tradition apparently started in Arcos and Jerez of carols sung in flamenco style, which are participatory and include dancing, drinking and eating. In Jerez that Saturday afternoon and evening the rain didn’t dampen the enthusiasm of the large crowd in every Plaza in the city.

This was why the Aire was so busy, and busy with Spanish van owners, they���d all come to watch the Zambombas. It appeared to us that the zambombas in the different plazas were organised by different associations. It gave the city a really lovely feel as we wandered round. That evening we dined at a fantastic tapas restaurant – Avanico. Highlights included sardines on toast, mojama (air dried tuna) served with walnuts and olive oil and the oxtail cannelloni. The next day the weather improved so we had more of a wander round the old town visiting the Cathedral, seeing the outside of the Alcazar (it closed just before we got there) and witnessing the hustle and bustle of a busy city on a Sunday with restaurants and bars exceptionally busy. That Sunday proved to be the last nice day we’d see for a little while, as it started to rain that evening.

The next day we left Jerez for Arcos having arranged to return in late December to safely store Toa, Toa, Toa when we spent a week in Seville. Pablo told us that we were likely to experience 3 months rainfall in the next week or so and he wasn’t wrong.

We arrived in Arcos de la Frontera on the morning of the 6th December and after a brief tour of the centre of the town checked in to the Parador, which is sited in and old historic house on the side of the precipice, with stunning views over the surrounding countryside. The stay in the Parador was a bit of luxury to celebrate Jo’s birthday which we did in style although the evening meal didn’t quite live up to expectations as the Turbot was overcooked. Arcos is described as the prettiest of the Andalusian White Villages and after checking out of the Parador the next day we explored the village a little more. Whilst Arcos has an imposing position on top of a cliff, was full of historic buildings (palaces and churches) many of them were in states of dilapidation which we hadn’t seen elsewhere in Spain, this surprised us.

The next morning, we decided we’d stop the night in Medina-Sidonia and just as we were about to set off it started to rain heavily. By the time we arrived at Medina-Sidonia and parked up at the car park outside the town’s cemetery the rain had stopped, so we explored the town. The first thing we came across was a brass band concert in the large imposing church which is located beneath the remains of the castle. Whilst exploring further the rain restarted, so after a quick drink stop in Bar Simon (we had to didn’t we) we returned to Toa, Toa, Toa to sit out the rain. Well, I have to say that we’d never experienced rain like it – it was biblical in its intensity and the length of the heavy downpour. After the rain stopped, we decided to go out to watch the town’s planned festivities around the town square – only to find out that all of the outdoor events had been cancelled due to the weather. On returning to Toa, Toa, Toa Jo discovered that we’d sprung a leak which soaked our bed – so that night we slept on the third bed in Toa, Toa, Toa which was very cosy indeed.

The next morning, after carrying out a very temporary repair (sticking a thick plastic sack to the roof of the motorhome we moved on once more first to Chiclana de la Frontera to do a load of washing and to dry some of the clothes and bedding which got a soaking the day before. Whilst we were at the laundrette I emailed a number of motorhome repair shops to book Toa, Toa, Toa in for a repair.  After doing our business in Chiclana de la Frontera (a working town close to Cadiz) we moved onto Los Canos de Meca, to spend some time on what I would describe as the best Aire we’d stayed on in Spain. At Los Canos we spent three nights parked within sight of the lighthouse at Cape Trafalgar enjoying the sunshine, drying out Toa, Toa, Toa fully and borrowing a Dutch fellow camper’s dog to walk along the beach. Whilst we were in Los Canos, we confirmed a date that the repair to the skylight could be undertaken and moved on first to Vejer de la Frontera (another beautiful White Village) and then to Conil (a seaside resort) where we spend a few days dodging rain showers and strong winds and keeping our fingers crossed that the temporary repair would hold (which it did). After the repair was completed to Toa, Toa, Toa (thanks Autocaravan Conil) we moved onto Cadiz – experiencing another biblical downpour on our approach to San Fernando.

We parked up in Cadiz opposite Playa de la Victoria – where we stayed for the next 6 nights. We loved Cadiz, another beautiful city which we explored in some detail over the coming days whilst we were either running, walking or cycling. In Cadiz we watched more Zambombas and after watching the “Strictly Come Dancing Final” enjoyed a late-night visit to tapas bars in the centre of town “El Canon” was our favourite. On the Sunday we had a lovely lunch out at Taperia de Columela which was stunning and included a beautiful paella, a fish stew and a shrimp salad. We decided we could easily live in Cadiz - a combination of culture, beach and great food.

On the 20th we moved on to stay at El Puerto de Santa Maria, where we had agreed to spend Christmas and meet up with a couple of members of our Glastonbury Family - Paola & Richard. We had booked a space on a campsite in the town for 6 nights but after having a walk around the site we decided that we’d wild camp beside the beach. We did this for one night and then decided we’d explore a little more of the area and moved onto spend two nights in the beautiful Sanlucar de Barrameda, which is on the opposite side of the Rio Guadalquivir to the Parque Nacional de Donana. Unfortunately, we didn’t get to visit the National Park whilst we were in Sanlucar (out of season and the boat trip across only runs when there is the requisite number of passengers) but we did get to visit Bodega Barradillo and sample some of their exquisite sherries and sample some of the excellent seafood available from local restaurants. Sanlucar is a beautiful town full of stunning old houses and the sight of the fishing boats returning to port at sunset is one of great beauty.

We returned to El Puerto on the 23rd and that afternoon we met up with Paola and Richard and Paola’s family (mum, sister, brother-in-law, 2 nieces and brother) and spent a lovely afternoon and evening eating and drinking and watching Zambombas being performed in the restaurant. We left at about 9.30, getting a taxi back to the park up spot – both very drunk.

The next day Christmas Eve we had booked a table at the very nice restaurant El Laul, based on a recommendation from Paola. We walked the 5km’s each way to and from the restaurant – getting rather sweaty on the way there as it was hotter than we’d expected and we stopped to watch some more Zambombas in the main plaza. The meal itself was amazing – the pickled mussel cake being the star of the show.

We spent a relaxing Christmas Day on the beach catching up with family and friends via FaceTime and WhatsApp, having a gourmet buffet lunch and plenty of bubbles and going out in the night to look at the Christmas lights in the town centre.

On Boxing Day, we met up with Paola and Richard and spent the afternoon and evening in their company and did the same on the following day, where we met with Paola’s mother and sister and a vast number of her friends and got to watch a rock and roll carol concert.

We had a fantastic Christmas in El Puerto, a beautiful town a ferry ride away from Cadiz which is full of Bodega’s, historic buildings and possibly the largest bullring in Spain. We’ll be forever grateful to Paola, Richard and the rest of Paola’s family and friends for making us so welcome and making our Christmas away from family and friends so special.

On the 28th we left El Puerto and made the short journey to Jerez where we spent a day washing and drying clothes and packing for a week away from Toa, Toa, Toa. We left her in storage for a week whilst we travelled by taxi and train to Sevilla, to spend a week with our son Tom and his partner Vickie. We had booked a two-bed apartment which was fairly central and we spent a lovely week with Tom & Vickie – eating, drinking far too much, exploring Sevilla and all it has to offer which is an amazing city and also introducing Tom & Vickie to the delights of Cadiz for a day. Highlights included a fantastic New Year’s Eve dinner at Az Zait where we experienced the 8 course tasting menu, catching some Flamenco, plenty of games of cards and the three Kings visiting a bar we were drinking in (the night before Three Kings) and the superb markets. Not being local and not being aware of what happens on New Years’ Eve in Sevilla meant that we missed out on the local festivities, which appeared to have taken place earlier in the evening but we certainly heard the late-night fireworks. We left Tom & Vickie on the morning of the 5th to get our train back to Jerez and they left to get their flight back to Gatwick, hoping they’d enjoyed their week away, as much as we had.

On arrival in Jerez, we were advised to go into the town centre to catch the Three Kings Procession, which we did and caught the Three Kings arriving at Claustra de Santo Domingo by horse drawn carriage, accompanied by cavalry and a marching band. We then caught the procession as it left one of the City’s main parks. The procession can only be described as a colourful carnival with hundreds of floats which contained groups of people dressed up for the occasion who were all throwing sweets to the crowd which was about 10 deep on each side of the road. We returned later in the evening to watch the climax of the day but unfortunately the timetable given to us by tourist information wasn’t particularly accurate and we arrived outside of Claustro de Santo Domingo to catch the very end of events – but that was pretty special.

We both feel that the Spanish (an in particular the Andalusians) do Christmas much better than we do in the UK The Spanish version has much more to do with the original Christmas Story (children receiving presents on 12th night) and is much more communal (as demonstrated by Zambombas). In addition, in each town we visited you could visit any number of amazing nativity scene’s (Belen’s) many of which were works of art and the Christmas light displays even in small towns were amazing. Finally, the welcome and the warmth of the Andalusian people at this time of year was something special

We loved our Andalusian Christmas.

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Raul Julia (1940-1994)

“What’s behind me is not important”

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Happy 81st Birthday to Golden Globe and Emmy Award winning actor Raul Julia! He may have left this world too soon, but he left behind many great performances! ^__^

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Paradores deportivos en Berisso

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La Dirección de Deportes de la Municipalidad de Berisso informa que a partir del martes 18 de enero, de lunes a viernes de 8 a 12 horas, se implementarán “Paradores Deportivos”. Estarán ubicados en el Anfiteatro de la Curva de las Naciones, Skate Park y cancha de básquet (Av. Génova); plazoleta Carlos Gardel (detrás del Skate Park); CCyP Papa Francisco (Ruta 11 y 44 del Barrio El Carmen) y Plaza…

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X cierto..hoy 23 de Septiembre q toca VIRGINIA MAESTRO en BARCELONA (bar MEDITERRANEO tras suspenderlo el 27 mayo y dónde ya actuó en Febrero ..dentro de los 10 conciertos q como mucho a hecho este 2022 a los q suelen ir entre 10 y 50 personas q es lo q cabrían en ECO-ENCUENTROS en MAJADAHONDA q suspendió al anunciar q iba a ir yo y los HIJOPUTAS no me devolvieron los 10€)..cumple 79 años julio IGLESIAS DE LA CUEVA (o desde donde cantan todos estos MILLONARIOS ESTAFADORES DE LA CANCION Y DEL SENTI-MIENTO..es decir desde la MAS ABSOLUTA OSCURIDAD de las RELIGIONES Y EL DINERO o el SEXO COMO UN PODER Y TESORO DE LA MUJER)..al cual le dieron el GRAMMY LATINO HONORIFICO el 11-$ ..así como cumple 73 años Bruce SPRINGSTEEN llamado EL JEFE al q vi x 1era vez en su gira sobre el 11-$ "The RISING" desde fuera del actual Estadio de ATLETI pues antes era de Atletismo y con solo una grada..y se podía ver subido a los montículos alrededor pues pasaba ENTRENANDO O CORRIENDO y lo vi pues además solo 3 días después iba a ir ahí y fui a ver la gira sobre el 11-$ "BOUNCE" de BON JOVI (al q vería en MELBOURNE con su gira CIRCULO solo 8 días de ver la gira 360 de U2) en ese mes de mayo de 2003 q vi a JUAN PABLO II desde el CRUCE de la calle MADRE de DIOS y Avda PIO XII al ir al adjunto NUNCIO a descansar antes de su reunión con los jóvenes en el AERODROMO de 4 VIENTOS donde le canto el argentino DI-EGO (no digas AMOR) TORRES (como las del 11-$) como hizo con COLOR ESPERANZA del CD UN MUNDO DIFERENTE

Luego verìa a SPRINGSTEEN con su gira MAGIC en el BERNABEU (17-7-08) y en el VETERANS MEMORIAL ARENA de JACKSONVILLE (15-8-08) dando x inicio mi MI-SION

También cumpleaños hoy Fernando ROMAY del TRAGICO REAL MADRID BASKET de los 80 q con 13 años me firmó un autógrafo en el PARADOR NAZIONAL DE CUENCA (al borde de un precipicio y q volví a visitar en mayo 2022 camino de subir a la cima de la montaña con su CRISTO aprovechando q CUENCA me pillaba de paso para ver a VIRGINIA MAESTRO en VILLARREAL de donde es la fundación OMACHA q la llevo a COLOMBIA ) y con el q me fotografié en mayo 2020 en su barrio de la PIOVERA viniendo yo desde C/CORAZON DE MARIA al ir a fotografiar TORRES BLANCAS (una y gris x problemas presupuestarios)..frente donde estaba sala ROCKOLA y la cual (TORRES BLANCAS) sale en la portada del CD ACCELERATE q público REM (fase del sueño) entre CD AROUND THE SUN y CD COLLAPSE INTO NOW..viendoselo presentar en el AUDITORIO NAZIONAL DE MEXICO el 18-11-08 o 2 días antes q x el 33 aniver . de la muerte de FRANCO me encontrará la escultura del libro del Apocalipsis 1:3 anunciándolo y viendo 2 días después a Miguel BOSE en el FORO SOL de México DF con su gira de duetos PAPITO en cuyo CD colaboró el cantante de REM en LO QUE HAY ES LO Q VES del CD BAJO EL SIGNO DE CAIN mientras su guitarrista colaboraba en el CD GATO NEGRO, DRAGON ROJO en la canción 12 palabras ..doble CD de AMARAL q se lanzó con KAMIKAZE , incluye LAS PUERTAS DEL INFIERNO y se articula sobre la canción CONCORDE =avión supersónico estrellado y retirado tras hacer su 1er vuelo transoceánico de PRUEBA tras el accidente a NEW YORK el dia del 11-$

X cierto..20 días tras fotografiarme con ROMAY me encontré en la calle MADRE DE DIOS o junto al Parking del Hiper "AL_CAMPO" un TULI-PERO DE VIRGINIA q apadrinó y q poco después sería arrasado x la FILOMENA

[rabbitcruiser]

Calpe, Spain (No. 8)

In 1918, the El Saladar salt flats were cleaned up, and the production of salt could once again take place. Thanks to the technical innovations of the times, bigger fishing vessels were constructed. The first small hotels arose in the area surrounding Els banys de la Reina and the Racó Beach, and catered to the emerging middle classes. The summer tourist trade increased substantially with the construction of the Ifach Parador in 1935.

Between 1945 and the end of the 1950s, many holiday villas and small hotels were built to accommodate the flourishing summer tourist trade. The hotel trade in the region is located almost exclusively on the coastal area. During the second half of the 1960s, as happened along the rest of the Costa Blanca, there was a tremendous boom in construction in Calpe because of political change and the emergence of tourism as a phenomenon of the masses. In the late 1960s and early 1970s, Calpe became the filming location for the films of Spanish Film director Jesus Franco.

Some of the most important monuments are the ruins of Els banyas de la reina (the queen's baths), the flooded salt flats, a bird sanctuary for migratory birds, its Gothic Catholic church and the 18th-century tower of La Peça.

The Penyal d'Ifac Natural Park is also a popular tourist destination.

Source: Wikipedia

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Ceviz XL Large Laminat Parke - GNS PARKE

[deathbyvalentine]

Prompts

Corpus Christie, 1980

The club was crowded and slick with movement. Clouds of smoke hovered above the punters, the floor sticky with spilled drinks. The music was the perfect volume - so loud you could feel it through your feet. Coloured lights bathed every one, making even the most sinful drunks look half divine.  Boys kissed boys, not in the dark. Girls held hands and slow danced. People who looked like neither, or both, or something else entirely laughed. Pills were passed tongue to tongue and numbers hand to hand. It was the end of the world and people were dancing. A plague had hit them, the young, the beautiful but they would not stop living.

Up on the second level, the private booths were occupied by the royal courts. In one, the Haus of Evagelista, queens of the ballroom. Next, the celebrities, hiding in plain sight. In another, a gorgeous leather daddy and his pets, reclining in the heat. And of course, the Veiled Court. In their usual spot, smoking their usual cigarettes, whispering between each other as though they were less of an individual and more of a hydra.

There were the usual silly rumours they were vampires. Old queens claimed to have seen them at parks in the sixties, or in photos of regiments even earlier. Some of the younger men claimed that they had been ill and one night with them had cured them. Some younger men said nothing at all, due to being entirely missing since one night with them. Their fates rested on something only the Court could see, evidently.

One thing was for sure - they were never in the jail cells or courtrooms that were second homes for so many of the customers here. And they were never caught looking rough, except for the big one, who seemed to look rough as a matter of course. They were untouchable. By the law, by the world, by time.

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Stupid shit from my teens (CW, self-harm, suicidal urges.)

She held the shard of glass so tightly in her hand she could see a thin line of blood appear between her fingers. The other girl didn’t dare move, not even when her knees began to complain of the stones beneath them. Even her breath seemed jarring and sudden and she had to remind herself not to hold it. If Dee slit her wrists here, how long would it take her to get help? If she screamed, would the bar that owned this courtyard hear her? And were the great grey doors that were supposed to keep passers by out shut once more?

Her eyes kept being drawn back to the shattered glass on the floor. One of those fluorescent tubes, smashed. Dee was sat on a pile of wooden pallets. Outside of the courtyard, it was early evening. The golden sun would be drenching everything. It would be warm and bright. Here, they were entirely in shadows, enclosed by stern grey buildings. The shadows were cold but Lottie wasn’t sure if the goosebumps were entirely the product of the chill.

Slowly, she raised her hand to pry the glass from Dee’s hand. For a moment, she resisted. Then she relents, letting her best friend take the sharp object. This was how they worked after all. Lottie had pulled Dee out of roads, shoved fingers down her throat, talked her off more ledges than she could count. Dee was wild and Lottie saved her.

Lottie wondered what would happen if she swallowed the bottle of pills she had in her bag. Would Dee save her? Probably not. Some people weren’t meant to be saints. Some people weren’t meant to be saved. They had to save themselves or not at all. Lottie dragged Dee to her feet, slinging an arm around her neck and pulling her back in the direction of the street. Just another day.

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Becoming the egregore

A thousand thousand points of light in darkness, each a complete human life. Mattias could feel them spread far and wide. It was like having a compass in his head, only it didn’t point north. It pointed the the territories of the Coast, to the citizens of each one. He could close his eyes and walk to Feroz without once opening them.

This did not happen slowly. It happened all at once. He woke up and there was something curled around his own spirit, like a second spine. Beliefs he always had were strengthened, his distaste towards other cultural customs strengthened. A quick insight from one of his more magically inclined sisters told him what he knew to be true. He was his nation, his nation was him. 

He sat in his parador, legs crossed, cupping his cool tea in a fine china mug. From this position in Kahraman, you could see for miles around, the mountain lending to an incredible view. The bulk of his senses pulled him to the valleys and regions below. But not all. He could feel a family of his in Asvea, one single lonely dot at the border of the Iron Confederacy. And all the time, lights flickering out and new ones flickering into existence.

It was as natural as his sense of taste, or smell. It took no adjusting at all. As natural as breathing. But also a little painful. Just a little. Grief was going to have to become second nature to him. Luckily, he was Freeborn. He would balance it with joy, as he always did.

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The smell of rain

Peter sat on his branch, chin cupped in his palm, scowling out at the weather. The more he scowled, the more it rained, and so they were trapped in this miserable circle together. He had been in a foul mood ever since Tickles had broken his favourite slingshot. Tickles was carving a new one, but it was slow work and Peter wasn’t particularly patient. The other boys played listlessly, one eye watchfully on their leader. Some of their best romps were had during days when the outdoors turned against them. Peter would set an imaginary scene and they would live in there for days. But, on the other hand, some of their bloodiest arguments had also occurred. There were still scorchmarks on the ceiling from the last time and certainly nobody wanted a repeat of that.

Outside the Never Tree, the rain dripped off leaves. It formed new rivers and streamed down the mountains. Between stones, pools formed, birds and animals alike tipping their heads down to drink. It was not yet dark but still, no light seemed to touch anything, save the dark autumnal grey. It felt oddly peaceful. The pirates were below decks at sea. The boys were playing indoors. The tribes were inside their tents and caves, telling stories around warming fires. Neverland was beautiful like this too, no matter how much Peter wanted to deny it. Tonight he would go to sleep and sleep would clear his mind, the laundry of the previous day thrown out into the well of forgetfulness. The sun would rise and dry out the island, making it fit for adventures again. But for now, it rested.

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One of the séances, maybe? The Colin one?

The bang registered before the splatter did. It was deafeningly loud, echoing throughout the enclosed room. She jolted as if she had been the one struck and as she did so, the blood hit her skin. Phillp was on the ground, a bullet through his skull and quite dead. For a moment, everything was still. Marjie thought, as though from a great distance away, that it was odd that this had shocked her. She had seen dead men before after all. She had seen men with missing limbs, with their insides on their outsides, with barely any men left at all.

But then, she had never seen the blow that caused the maiming. She had never been privy to the great act of violence that took a man’s life. Her training took over, making her lurch to her feet, shrugging off her cardigan to help stem the bleeding. Not that it mattered. Of course it didn’t matter. She knew a hopeless case when she saw one, but she refused to think of Phillip in such terms. He was the most alive of any of them, a vital, bright man. He could not be so pale and unmoving forever.

Not-Colin had fled the room, pursued by someone. That seemed unimportant somehow. So Colin was a demon or a void creature. She had known that for several hours now she just had the damn proof. The cleverer ones could think about the repercussions and meaning of that. For now all she could think of was the chore of getting Phillip’s body to the Waiting Room. Praying that he passed on to where he should be. A good, Christian belief to have. And yet hoping, selfishly, he would come back to her.

Was this love? The absolute shock of loss, of not knowing how she could go forward without him by her side. She could not imagine her life without him there. Like missing a step on a flight in the dark, like thinking there was a light switch where there wasn’t. She went to clutch his elbow and clutched only air.

Her and Andrew sat on the stairs and held vigil, the unspoken between them, as potent as electricity. The grief could have drowned a world. They would sit vigil, together, Diana joining them. Until they heard, one way or another.

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Lance preparing for the mission

Why did it have to be spores? He grimaced as he continued scrubbing out his rebreather. They got everywhere. He’d have to replace the entire mechanism afterwards. Or just cut out the middleman and toss the entire thing away and get a new one. The only thing worse than spores for the filter was rock-dust. Finally satisfied, he lay it on his desk to dry out. He internally ticked off the chore and surveyed his room.

Boots polished? Check. Rites performed? Check. Flight suit in the wash cycle? Check.

He hated trying to figure out what he had forgotten. There would inevitably be a moment, probably when some fungi lion was chasing him through a mushroom jungle when he’d realise this would have all went a lot smoother if he’d just thought to pack, I don’t know, his magical cat calming spray. Every damn time.

He tossed a notebook in his daysack, followed by a pack of cards and a comb for good measure. Always over prepare. Especially when you’re working with more than your own team. You never know what someone might throw at you. Sometimes literally. He put more bandages than was strictly needed inside his toolbox. He wasn’t risking it after last time.

The mining mission had been rather disastrous if you were just looking at how many injuries he had came out with. It had taken quite a while for the new flesh to heal and integrate after they’d had to cut quite so much necrotic flesh away. His stomach looked rather like a patchwork doll’s. He was in no hurry to repeat that experience. The Gardener could do one. 

He wrinkled his nose. Infections could be caused by spores. Maybe he’ll pack a spare rebreather just in case.

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TWR: friendship/ This World In Which I Find Myself

Ash frowned, looking at her shoddy work. She would have been a shitty wife in the eighteenth century. The stitches were shaky, uneven. But the important thing was the patch was on the jacket. A little wonky, a little ad-hoc, but there all the same. She pulled on the jacket, tossing her grey hair out the way so she could see the effect. A small smile appeared, picturing the three of them side by side, all of them with the same patch. 

Alice and Bella were a different type of friend. They didn’t want her to be better or braver. They saw her as she was. Exactly as she was. Terrible impulses, demon connections and all. Team Dickhead were all so noble, so good. She wasn’t either of those things. Did she even want to be those things? The world she was in was not those things.

She wasn’t sure if she ever believed the world was a gentle place. Her memories were fuzzy in the before of her life. Everything sharpened in the wake of after. There were some truths she had internalised, certainly.

For as long as she remembered, monsters were not killed by knights in shining armour, brave heroes or charming gun slingers. They were killed by people one bad day away from becoming one of the things they killed. Broken people, in one way or another. 

Good people died was another such truth. They didn’t die for any reason or any plan. They died because they were in the wrong place at the wrong time or someone didn’t like them or because they were a fraction slower than their friends. She would lose more than she saved, and even on a good day, those she saved would not be the same people they once wear.

Bad things existed. More than you could take care of, more than you could kill, more than you could know about. You turned over one rock to see filthy things squirm underneath and there were still a hundred others waiting to find the light of the sun. It was relentless. Nevernending. Thankless.

The most profound truth was perhaps this; you did it anyway. Despite all the death and blood and injuries and screaming hopelessness, if you could help, you did. You couldn’t just walk away once the calling happened. It was the glimmer of light in it all. People helped. Clumsily, but they did.

Which is more than could be said for this God she kept hearing about.

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T67 writing

She flomped back on the bed, checking the small watch on her wrist. Six hours this time around. Not bad. The chemicals fizzed in her blood, making the soft haze come over her. Was it just her or did it actually feel better after being sober for a bit? It felt like switching off, like returning to something soft and comforting. Every muscle untensed and she raised an arm to wave a hand in front of her face, giggling at the trails it left in the air. 

It was like there was two of her. One that was clever and could rule this place. One that she actually liked, one that was soft and beautiful and easy to love. She didn’t know if she could have both, but she certainly wanted to try. Sober when making business decisions, when training, when deciding how to move within the tenements. High when she was with Syn, when she was with clients, when she was off duty. She was saving money this way too, all towards getting the gear needed to dreamweave. She had no idea if she would be good at it or not, but for once she was silencing the little voice in her head telling her she was too stupid to even try. If she failed, she could do other things. Cerise did after all. And Cerise was basically to be emulated in all things.

She was glamorous and beautiful and people listened to her. She had a girlfriend who hung on her every word and a business that was just hers. She smelled divine and wore silk and laughed like music. Astrid wanted to be her. A little hero worship did nobody any harm. It was nice to have something to believe in after so many years of believing in oblivion.

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One of your characters baking something.

The flour danced in the air, almost looking pretty in the golden evening sun. This type of light made everything look beautiful, including perhaps, her. Either way, she was resisting turning on the kitchen light until night had well and truly fallen to make the most of it all. Amelia believed fully in enjoying little pleasures wherever you could. Whether it was autumn’s beauty or a new pair of socks or even the jam tarts she was baking for no real reason at all. 

She loved how they looked. Golden pastry framing strawberry jam she had sieved so much it almost resembled stained glass. She resisted the urge to touch only because she knew that they were still hot enough she would burn her fingertips. Prior experience had taught her the hard lesson of patience. She folded up her oven gloves and gazed at the steam curling from them.

This was her life. It was small but it was not unimportant. She baked because she could, getting dough under her fingernails and making her entire house smell like magic. This was the reward for being alive and it was a good one. She didn’t regret it. She bit into a tart, the jam burning her tongue just a little. Sometimes, she liked ignoring the lessons she had learned.