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December 31. Never mind the year: the ritual every time the calendar reaches its last little picture is the same. Count and desires. Do a review of everything in the last three hundred sixty-odd days has passed, it happened, is happening or not happen, and, well, wishing for the next three hundred sixty and many days, those things that were to be achieved by closing, and every day begin and end with a smile.

And while my year for me is not over yet, because the most important thing I did ("professionally") in the year that will still not finished at all (the results of my PSU has not yet come, and I can not consider that I start something new or the old finish without knowing how I was), I'll take a few minutes to make a brief review and let my desires registration. No literary effort.

The year 2010 was ... good. Cool. Excellent. And while it might do the analysis month by month, and realize that truth is not every month were good, these setbacks resulted in what has been until now one of my best years. My relationship with my family has improved considerably, with each of its members, and the relationship with the person I love is better than ever. I've found my friends and I learned how hardcore they are and how much you need. I've done things that had long wanted to achieve, won the awards for years I had set out to achieve, I graduated from college and my colleagues honored me with pride to give the speech of the degree. I traveled to Buenos Aires and meet a different world, read great books for some time as he had not, and found that, my doubts and all, I'm ready for what the future brings me to my door. And while this year it was cruel to my people and my country - the earthquake - is proud to see how, finally, the vast majority (never and nowhere may be all) can hold back on this date.

Wishes "? They are short and simple: that the 2011 is at least half as good as it was in 2010 for me. I think with that, we'd all be perfect.

Colorbond Fencing Pricing

December 31. Never mind the year: the ritual every time the calendar reaches its last little picture is the same. Count and desires. Do a review of everything in the last three hundred sixty-odd days has passed, it happened, is happening or not happen, and, well, wishing for the next three hundred sixty and many days, those things that were to be achieved by closing, and every day begin and end with a smile.

And while my year for me is not over yet, because the most important thing I did ("professionally") in the year that will still not finished at all (the results of my PSU has not yet come, and I can not consider that I start something new or the old finish without knowing how I was), I'll take a few minutes to make a brief review and let my desires registration. No literary effort.

The year 2010 was ... good. Cool. Excellent. And while it might do the analysis month by month, and realize that truth is not every month were good, these setbacks resulted in what has been until now one of my best years. My relationship with my family has improved considerably, with each of its members, and the relationship with the person I love is better than ever. I've found my friends and I learned how hardcore they are and how much you need. I've done things that had long wanted to achieve, won the awards for years I had set out to achieve, I graduated from college and my colleagues honored me with pride to give the speech of the degree. I traveled to Buenos Aires and meet a different world, read great books for some time as he had not, and found that, my doubts and all, I'm ready for what the future brings me to my door. And while this year it was cruel to my people and my country - the earthquake - is proud to see how, finally, the vast majority (never and nowhere may be all) can hold back on this date.

Wishes "? They are short and simple: that the 2011 is at least half as good as it was in 2010 for me. I think with that, we'd all be perfect.

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Christmas Miracle (Entry number 100)

Actually, this should be the input 100 and something, but as it erased some of its participation in competitions, this is officially my one hundredth post.
Today
before they played the twelve, I tore my house and I visited the old man. I found the door open, the TV on and a note on the table. He said: "I read your blog entry. When I knew someone would remember me, I moved and I realized how stupid I've been all these years. Now, I'm going to spend Christmas with my family."

sighed and looked at the sky, or rather, the roof of the house where he had lived until then the old man, and quietly whispered a "Merry Christmas." Then, I went, ready to open the gifts I had brought up the old man and this, my entry number 100.

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Christmas Miracle (Entry number 100)

Actually, this should be the input 100 and something, but as it erased some of its participation in competitions, this is officially my one hundredth post.
Today
before they played the twelve, I tore my house and I visited the old man. I found the door open, the TV on and a note on the table. He said: "I read your blog entry. When I knew someone would remember me, I moved and I realized how stupid I've been all these years. Now, I'm going to spend Christmas with my family."

sighed and looked at the sky, or rather, the roof of the house where he had lived until then the old man, and quietly whispered a "Merry Christmas." Then, I went, ready to open the gifts I had brought up the old man and this, my entry number 100.

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Peak-Parrisal Beceite Arani. not need to go to the Pyrenees to enjoy great mountain routes.

"Forest" on the Matarraña needle from Arani 1228m peak.

From Beceite (Teruel) there is a paved road to the site of Parrisal. 660m altitude. We going up the river to a parking area. Nearby there are cave paintings. Follow the track to a picnic (Source right), a signal with an information panel on the left marks the beginning of TE-153 PR trail that climbs to the peak of 1228m Arani.

Estret of Parrisal. 05/14/1994

Parrisal Runway parking.

The path is good and we were comfortably up to the Collado del Mas de la Balanguera 1030m (1 hour). Here we take the path to the right, it moves into the GR-8 by Muller Arani. Rises in the east of the crest, later approach to its edge (10 min. Giving us the option to climb a rocky elevation which is a magnificent viewpoint.) When we sense the proximity of the summit, we left the trail to climb onto the geodesic installed at the top. F-1228m. The views are extensive and our feet, we see a clump of needles at the bottom stone Matarraña in the river dug them Estret of Parrisal then will travel.

Peak Arc tectonic Arani.

Arani Bluff 1228m. Beceite (Teruel).

For the immediate path we reached a rock arch next to the top. Later the path PR TE-153 is placid forest, we are walking by the southwest ridge.

The font

Mala (Cúpula-pozo. 2 hours) connect briefly with a track that goes east. After spending a hill, abandon it to the ruins of the Mas de Masana. This area is open to be an old area of \u200b\u200bwork. Descending towards the left bank of the ravine, where down a marked path. Met by the path, the Font of Teix in a 2'30-3 hours. We are at the head of Matarraña (If you went up the dry riverbed, we find two grooves. The second I call Millers Gorge, walked on the rise and fall on 15.09.1994, is quite interesting. I found no equip and currently do not know if equipped).

Another view of the rock arch.

Down the Matarraña

near the Estret.

Beceite To return to only have to descend the river, being aware of paths that avoid the bed and facilitate the descent. Depending on the season find flow or not. At 1'15 hours more, we gouges (Gouges = Throat with Badina). It is a colossal gorge in summer is easy to navigate, but often have a long Badina of ice water to his chest. Freezes in winter and in summer can become dry.

Raising the Pas of Romeret in free (III °-III +). Via ferrata.

we are to avoid the Romeret Pas. It has now been equipped as a via ferrata (PD-), the rise of the right bank. Formerly hikers climbed clinging to chains and wire railings.

needles from the Romaret Pas.

The Pas of Romeret offers a close view of the magnificent forest of needles. It's a vertical climb, the more mountaineers can do in free bonito III º. Higher up the canyon flanks to save, and luxury overlooking descends without difficulty (Previously also had a vertical piece with strings, in this aspect). We can only follow the tourist trail that leads from the Estret up the car, at 2'30 "3 hours from the Font of Teix. Total 6 hours.

Start Estret stroll.

pathways of Parrisal. Window Rock.

With children have two options: The hiker along the river with no appreciable slope, avoiding the flooded areas by walkways. The safe ride that appeals to children and ends at the Estret, a large tributary canyon with waterfall and Badin to its input. If scale, carrying material, after passing the Estret (Easy if dry), raise the Romeret Pas. Option mountaineer is climbing the peak Arany returning by the same route (560 m level). Click for map guidance. Another area with mountains all.

The Difference Between Pityriasis Rosea

Peak-Parrisal Beceite Arani. not need to go to the Pyrenees to enjoy great mountain routes.

"Forest" on the Matarraña needle from Arani 1228m peak.

From Beceite (Teruel) there is a paved road to the site of Parrisal. 660m altitude. We going up the river to a parking area. Nearby there are cave paintings. Follow the track to a picnic (Source right), a signal with an information panel on the left marks the beginning of TE-153 PR trail that climbs to the peak of 1228m Arani.

Estret of Parrisal. 05/14/1994

Parrisal Runway parking.

The path is good and we were comfortably up to the Collado del Mas de la Balanguera 1030m (1 hour). Here we take the path to the right, it moves into the GR-8 by Muller Arani. Rises in the east of the crest, later approach to its edge (10 min. Giving us the option to climb a rocky elevation which is a magnificent viewpoint.) When we sense the proximity of the summit, we left the trail to climb onto the geodesic installed at the top. F-1228m. The views are extensive and our feet, we see a clump of needles at the bottom stone Matarraña in the river dug them Estret of Parrisal then will travel.

Peak Arc tectonic Arani.

Arani Bluff 1228m. Beceite (Teruel).

For the immediate path we reached a rock arch next to the top. Later the path PR TE-153 is placid forest, we are walking by the southwest ridge.

The font

Mala (Cúpula-pozo. 2 hours) connect briefly with a track that goes east. After spending a hill, abandon it to the ruins of the Mas de Masana. This area is open to be an old area of \u200b\u200bwork. Descending towards the left bank of the ravine, where down a marked path. Met by the path, the Font of Teix in a 2'30-3 hours. We are at the head of Matarraña (If you went up the dry riverbed, we find two grooves. The second I call Millers Gorge, walked on the rise and fall on 15.09.1994, is quite interesting. I found no equip and currently do not know if equipped).

Another view of the rock arch.

Down the Matarraña

near the Estret.

Beceite To return to only have to descend the river, being aware of paths that avoid the bed and facilitate the descent. Depending on the season find flow or not. At 1'15 hours more, we gouges (Gouges = Throat with Badina). It is a colossal gorge in summer is easy to navigate, but often have a long Badina of ice water to his chest. Freezes in winter and in summer can become dry.

Raising the Pas of Romeret in free (III °-III +). Via ferrata.

we are to avoid the Romeret Pas. It has now been equipped as a via ferrata (PD-), the rise of the right bank. Formerly hikers climbed clinging to chains and wire railings.

needles from the Romaret Pas.

The Pas of Romeret offers a close view of the magnificent forest of needles. It's a vertical climb, the more mountaineers can do in free bonito III º. Higher up the canyon flanks to save, and luxury overlooking descends without difficulty (Previously also had a vertical piece with strings, in this aspect). We can only follow the tourist trail that leads from the Estret up the car, at 2'30 "3 hours from the Font of Teix. Total 6 hours.

Start Estret stroll.

pathways of Parrisal. Window Rock.

With children have two options: The hiker along the river with no appreciable slope, avoiding the flooded areas by walkways. The safe ride that appeals to children and ends at the Estret, a large tributary canyon with waterfall and Badin to its input. If scale, carrying material, after passing the Estret (Easy if dry), raise the Romeret Pas. Option mountaineer is climbing the peak Arany returning by the same route (560 m level). Click for map guidance. Another area with mountains all.

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An old Christmas

The PSU has already been rendered, the cards already played and now only have to wait if I can win for them. In the meantime, Christmas is coming, and believe me, I say with all my heart: I prefer to wait for Christmas to do so results.

right. Let's face it. Christmas is not for everyone. And if you face it too, is completely understandable. Pinos "plastic adorned with red and gold balls and lights? A fat, bearded old man blowing down our chimneys? "People singing in the streets? So much love in the streets and many hugs from loved ones?

Yes, Christmas is a difficult period. Especially for him.

lived alone for several years not by choice but because, inevitably and inadvertently left running, slowly, alone in this world. The years seemed to touch those hands just as distracted rub the bars that appear on the road, while those who once loved and to tell the truth, still loves, the time the beat with the force with which an earthquake shakes the earth or to stop the tears so they do not emerge. Thus, as the flower apart little by little, he was staying alone, while the petals around the wind was going wherever he was not destined to come yet.

Loneliness does not sit well with any man because there is natural that our race is alone. And this man, this old (because if it is really old), what was it was just distorting slowly into a robot that person has little, plus some feints, remaining only feigned, smile when Birds are chirping too loud, and a slight twinkle in his eyes when the television screen that never goes home, there are scenes of movies that remind you of what once was.

But Christmas comes alive only to die again. His lethargy becomes a permanent state of alert, like a creature ready to catch a long dam slippery, you realize that what you are looking for so long to find again is just an extension of the arm, and suddenly captures everything that happens around him. And he realizes this rejuvenation because each note of the carols and laughter every joy, every bell in the church and every flash of red light, he slips into the depths where every bullet that pierced his body tissue, or, moreover, because everything that hurts where no bullet can go.

This Christmas is no exception. Just the fateful date drew near, the bones began to ache and eyes to tears. In fact, he says, this Christmas is worse than before, while the window rain drops were quite lost end his short life. Perhaps it was because now the time had beaten a little stronger. Perhaps because the windows of his house were too worn out and let in more than all those things that hurt you by this date. Perhaps because it took that morning Mokaccino filled him with dreams that subsequently went bankrupt. Or perhaps simply because today the light was cut off and your TV will inevitably be extinguished.

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An old Christmas

The PSU has already been rendered, the cards already played and now only have to wait if I can win for them. In the meantime, Christmas is coming, and believe me, I say with all my heart: I prefer to wait for Christmas to do so results.

right. Let's face it. Christmas is not for everyone. And if you face it too, is completely understandable. Pinos "plastic adorned with red and gold balls and lights? A fat, bearded old man blowing down our chimneys? "People singing in the streets? So much love in the streets and many hugs from loved ones?

Yes, Christmas is a difficult period. Especially for him.

lived alone for several years not by choice but because, inevitably and inadvertently left running, slowly, alone in this world. The years seemed to touch those hands just as distracted rub the bars that appear on the road, while those who once loved and to tell the truth, still loves, the time the beat with the force with which an earthquake shakes the earth or to stop the tears so they do not emerge. Thus, as the flower apart little by little, he was staying alone, while the petals around the wind was going wherever he was not destined to come yet.

Loneliness does not sit well with any man because there is natural that our race is alone. And this man, this old (because if it is really old), what was it was just distorting slowly into a robot that person has little, plus some feints, remaining only feigned, smile when Birds are chirping too loud, and a slight twinkle in his eyes when the television screen that never goes home, there are scenes of movies that remind you of what once was.

But Christmas comes alive only to die again. His lethargy becomes a permanent state of alert, like a creature ready to catch a long dam slippery, you realize that what you are looking for so long to find again is just an extension of the arm, and suddenly captures everything that happens around him. And he realizes this rejuvenation because each note of the carols and laughter every joy, every bell in the church and every flash of red light, he slips into the depths where every bullet that pierced his body tissue, or, moreover, because everything that hurts where no bullet can go.

This Christmas is no exception. Just the fateful date drew near, the bones began to ache and eyes to tears. In fact, he says, this Christmas is worse than before, while the window rain drops were quite lost end his short life. Perhaps it was because now the time had beaten a little stronger. Perhaps because the windows of his house were too worn out and let in more than all those things that hurt you by this date. Perhaps because it took that morning Mokaccino filled him with dreams that subsequently went bankrupt. Or perhaps simply because today the light was cut off and your TV will inevitably be extinguished.

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Turbón Vilas-Ermita de San Antonio-Bralláns


4 December 2010.

Distance: 6.7 km .

Max.: 1364 m.

Height min.: 13200 m. Vertical

Cumulative ascent: 250 m.

Time: 1:40 very quietly.

Difficulty: very easy, it's a great ride.

Type: semicircular PRHU-123

Hikers: José Carlos.

Taking advantage of the bridge a few days spent in the Turbón Vilas Spa ( here is the link with all the information) in the region of Ribagorza, a while I decided to walk on the beautiful white mantle covering the area, typically up to Turbón (2492 m.) but tell me about mountaineers who are staying at the resort, which yesterday rose and a lot of snow, in summer they did in 6 hours and hours stuck this time n opening track shoe came or anywhere near me quite curious as they are back up, Peronism have bats and discard the idea for some other time.

the morning is great, low temperature, but sunshine in the direction S from the spa, is the hermitage of San Antonio, which serves as a lookout and reading artels c of marked trails that are in the door of the spa, I decide to go there by PRHU-123. The route starts descending and climbing the ravine Torcida, leaving us in the c handles and church opposite the spa town since it is divided into two parts, hence must be followed by a few meters road to find the road to the hermitage of San Antonio, PR marks are not visible through the snow, but poles make the path is lost.

After a gentle climb along a highway snow white, came to the hermitage, views are great, but the information signs are with a foot of snow and there is no way know exactly what I'm seeing. Always on our right we have the imposing massif of Turbón it more spectacular route.

Some pictures in the chapel and descend about 10 m from where I come to take a path on the right, which is the sign of X PR, I get off the path to descend directly Bralláns village, the are home closely, and although the road is just a few meters, can be downloaded easily to the village Bralláns, yes cross country, this time rather through snow.

Bralláns is a village of l Pyrenees from that record, since 1004, this time the church and two houses belong to the municipality of Torre la Ribera. A smoke house through the chimney and in the village there are several information boards, glad the truth is that there are people living or keeping these small and unknown corners. The road ends in the village and she have to go to return, but the first km we will do a nice path parallel to the road that will lead us to the source Molladal, old watering hole, recently restored.

Since the source will continue along the road to the resort . A nice walk around a site designed to relax, and the whole environment will lead to that. I am disappointed Turbón getting into, but maybe next time, now I expect a massage and a session of aquatherapy ..., not everything will be walking.

Until next time ...

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Turbón Vilas-Ermita de San Antonio-Bralláns


4 December 2010.

Distance: 6.7 km .

Max.: 1364 m.

Height min.: 13200 m. Vertical

Cumulative ascent: 250 m.

Time: 1:40 very quietly.

Difficulty: very easy, it's a great ride.

Type: semicircular PRHU-123

Hikers: José Carlos.

Taking advantage of the bridge a few days spent in the Turbón Vilas Spa ( here is the link with all the information) in the region of Ribagorza, a while I decided to walk on the beautiful white mantle covering the area, typically up to Turbón (2492 m.) but tell me about mountaineers who are staying at the resort, which yesterday rose and a lot of snow, in summer they did in 6 hours and hours stuck this time n opening track shoe came or anywhere near me quite curious as they are back up, Peronism have bats and discard the idea for some other time.

the morning is great, low temperature, but sunshine in the direction S from the spa, is the hermitage of San Antonio, which serves as a lookout and reading artels c of marked trails that are in the door of the spa, I decide to go there by PRHU-123. The route starts descending and climbing the ravine Torcida, leaving us in the c handles and church opposite the spa town since it is divided into two parts, hence must be followed by a few meters road to find the road to the hermitage of San Antonio, PR marks are not visible through the snow, but poles make the path is lost.

After a gentle climb along a highway snow white, came to the hermitage, views are great, but the information signs are with a foot of snow and there is no way know exactly what I'm seeing. Always on our right we have the imposing massif of Turbón it more spectacular route.

Some pictures in the chapel and descend about 10 m from where I come to take a path on the right, which is the sign of X PR, I get off the path to descend directly Bralláns village, the are home closely, and although the road is just a few meters, can be downloaded easily to the village Bralláns, yes cross country, this time rather through snow.

Bralláns is a village of l Pyrenees from that record, since 1004, this time the church and two houses belong to the municipality of Torre la Ribera. A smoke house through the chimney and in the village there are several information boards, glad the truth is that there are people living or keeping these small and unknown corners. The road ends in the village and she have to go to return, but the first km we will do a nice path parallel to the road that will lead us to the source Molladal, old watering hole, recently restored.

Since the source will continue along the road to the resort . A nice walk around a site designed to relax, and the whole environment will lead to that. I am disappointed Turbón getting into, but maybe next time, now I expect a massage and a session of aquatherapy ..., not everything will be walking.

Until next time ...

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The girl who spoke with the rain, Part III

PSU. Morning. Chao.

After saying these words, stood up and started walking without even turning around a second to wait. Knowing that if I took too long to decide he was going to lose this precious opportunity to speak with her, I caught up quickly and when he went straight to the door to the patio. Patio

was flooded by storms.

- Are you sure you want to go outside?

If this were a movie or a story, she would have turned, I would have looked funny with eyes and a playful smile had invited me to move forward. But since this is just a simple story of a college student, she did not even flinch, he opened the door, stepped through and into the rain.

looking everywhere to make sure nobody saw me, and with a sigh not believe what I was doing, prevented the door shut and followed.

immediately felt like water going through every fabric of my clothes and began to moisten my skin cold. My hair began to drain which towel after use, and before I knew it had begun to shiver.

She, meanwhile, had been detained under the thick branches of a tree that had managed to resist all of the school renovations, and, under its large green leaves, stronger than ever this season, had found refuge and , I thought, I expected. I caught up quickly, running, making my socks just sounded like wet socks can sound.

- What are you thinking?! - I said, trying to make myself heard from the incessant clatter made the drops crashing against the thick leaves - Why do not we talk inside!?

"Because this is where I speak - I said, running his hands through his hair, as if trying to make the water fall out anyway, dripped like a shower.

- Right here!? Who will want to talk here!? - I said, exasperated.

- Anything besides you? - He said with a hint of amusement in his voice.
Unable
believe I have answered that, did not say anything. Do not know if there was chance or if she was expecting her to say nothing, but, to my silence, he continued talking.

"I know I've been watching, and several nights have been talking about just trying to find the best way to approach me, and thousands more trying to even dare to do what you did today.

I tried to interrupt, but before she could, she spoke again.

"I know many things well. I know that there are around a dog that is dying to find a roof for cover. I know that in the chemical room was forgotten a book. I know that behind that wall there are two girls smoking, and that little further, there are a couple who are building their own. I know that in Chillán is a girl dressed in pink cotton happy eating the same color, and in San Fernando a father yells at his son called Martin should not steal things from his room. In one corner there in Japan, a group of fans who look forward to advancing the row of Harry Potter, and I know that in Australia is conducting a contest hunt kangaroos. I know that, right here in Valdivia, there are three kids running around because they just steal candy from a store, while a grown man runs away because they just steal the life of a girl who had refused him to its portfolio. Yes ... I know many things.

I looked closely, though she was not looking at me: his eye was fixed in one of the paving stones, which apparently was quite interesting because he never stopped watching.

As he spoke, I tried to find something in his tone of voice, a slight fluctuation in the pronunciation of a word, maybe a little laughter between sentences, or maybe a little break to show me that you had any doubt, but its voice was serious and sad and serious all the time. ... Rang true. As if you really know all that ...

was wondering about this when he raised his head and looked at me with eyes that did not look at me but only to be directed at me. As if to let me know he was addressing me, but really want to do.

"I know talking to the rain - he said -. She tells me everything that happens at every moment. I ask and she answers. She does not ask because he knows everything. It is with whom you have seen me speak in class, and that's why I'm always behind, and what I constantly see the drops hit the window glass, because their forms are letters for me, and sounds hit the glass are phonemes that reach my ears are much more sense than the teacher's words, yours or mine ...

His eyes did something strange, something he had never seen: suddenly seemed to focus again, and, being still and not move at any time, seemed to come alive:

I do not know because I tell you this. Obviously not believe me. Nobody would. I thought for a moment ... What a fool I am. The only time I listen and I am not a fool ...
Without another word, left our green haven and went to college embracing his friend.

I stayed a while longer, until the bell rang and recess was over, delaying the time it would have to consider whether or not he believed what he had heard. He

this when, from behind the wall beyond, two girls rushed out leaving a slight cloud of smoke every time I exhaled, and a few seconds later, a couple trying to be quickly slipped away unnoticed.


reached no conclusion. Do not know what to think. However, the next day I left a note to the girl who spoke in the rain in his seat, saying that if a friend wanted a little more corporeal, could count on me. I would not mind shifting once in a while.

never answered.

Now the note with the same curiosity as before, but with that respect he has people who can do something that nobody else can. I would like to let me near her, but I understand their desire to be alone. In any case, I am calm, I know I did everything that was in my hands. For now, my only concern is to make it cover my windows during the days and nights of rain.

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The girl who spoke with the rain, Part III

PSU. Morning. Chao.

After saying these words, stood up and started walking without even turning around a second to wait. Knowing that if I took too long to decide he was going to lose this precious opportunity to speak with her, I caught up quickly and when he went straight to the door to the patio. Patio

was flooded by storms.

- Are you sure you want to go outside?

If this were a movie or a story, she would have turned, I would have looked funny with eyes and a playful smile had invited me to move forward. But since this is just a simple story of a college student, she did not even flinch, he opened the door, stepped through and into the rain.

looking everywhere to make sure nobody saw me, and with a sigh not believe what I was doing, prevented the door shut and followed.

immediately felt like water going through every fabric of my clothes and began to moisten my skin cold. My hair began to drain which towel after use, and before I knew it had begun to shiver.

She, meanwhile, had been detained under the thick branches of a tree that had managed to resist all of the school renovations, and, under its large green leaves, stronger than ever this season, had found refuge and , I thought, I expected. I caught up quickly, running, making my socks just sounded like wet socks can sound.

- What are you thinking?! - I said, trying to make myself heard from the incessant clatter made the drops crashing against the thick leaves - Why do not we talk inside!?

"Because this is where I speak - I said, running his hands through his hair, as if trying to make the water fall out anyway, dripped like a shower.

- Right here!? Who will want to talk here!? - I said, exasperated.

- Anything besides you? - He said with a hint of amusement in his voice.
Unable
believe I have answered that, did not say anything. Do not know if there was chance or if she was expecting her to say nothing, but, to my silence, he continued talking.

"I know I've been watching, and several nights have been talking about just trying to find the best way to approach me, and thousands more trying to even dare to do what you did today.

I tried to interrupt, but before she could, she spoke again.

"I know many things well. I know that there are around a dog that is dying to find a roof for cover. I know that in the chemical room was forgotten a book. I know that behind that wall there are two girls smoking, and that little further, there are a couple who are building their own. I know that in Chillán is a girl dressed in pink cotton happy eating the same color, and in San Fernando a father yells at his son called Martin should not steal things from his room. In one corner there in Japan, a group of fans who look forward to advancing the row of Harry Potter, and I know that in Australia is conducting a contest hunt kangaroos. I know that, right here in Valdivia, there are three kids running around because they just steal candy from a store, while a grown man runs away because they just steal the life of a girl who had refused him to its portfolio. Yes ... I know many things.

I looked closely, though she was not looking at me: his eye was fixed in one of the paving stones, which apparently was quite interesting because he never stopped watching.

As he spoke, I tried to find something in his tone of voice, a slight fluctuation in the pronunciation of a word, maybe a little laughter between sentences, or maybe a little break to show me that you had any doubt, but its voice was serious and sad and serious all the time. ... Rang true. As if you really know all that ...

was wondering about this when he raised his head and looked at me with eyes that did not look at me but only to be directed at me. As if to let me know he was addressing me, but really want to do.

"I know talking to the rain - he said -. She tells me everything that happens at every moment. I ask and she answers. She does not ask because he knows everything. It is with whom you have seen me speak in class, and that's why I'm always behind, and what I constantly see the drops hit the window glass, because their forms are letters for me, and sounds hit the glass are phonemes that reach my ears are much more sense than the teacher's words, yours or mine ...

His eyes did something strange, something he had never seen: suddenly seemed to focus again, and, being still and not move at any time, seemed to come alive:

I do not know because I tell you this. Obviously not believe me. Nobody would. I thought for a moment ... What a fool I am. The only time I listen and I am not a fool ...
Without another word, left our green haven and went to college embracing his friend.

I stayed a while longer, until the bell rang and recess was over, delaying the time it would have to consider whether or not he believed what he had heard. He

this when, from behind the wall beyond, two girls rushed out leaving a slight cloud of smoke every time I exhaled, and a few seconds later, a couple trying to be quickly slipped away unnoticed.


reached no conclusion. Do not know what to think. However, the next day I left a note to the girl who spoke in the rain in his seat, saying that if a friend wanted a little more corporeal, could count on me. I would not mind shifting once in a while.

never answered.

Now the note with the same curiosity as before, but with that respect he has people who can do something that nobody else can. I would like to let me near her, but I understand their desire to be alone. In any case, I am calm, I know I did everything that was in my hands. For now, my only concern is to make it cover my windows during the days and nights of rain.

Nc Or Nw To Cover Purple Undereye?

Castle Peak Acher and Cubilaret.

Acher Castle Circular. I think I get older. 10/04/1910.

Sunset, Castillo de Acher from Selva de Oza.

Too bad I was sitting turned 40 in 93 when I went in winter Castle Acher, I opened a trail to a collective output of Casablanca Stadium, with which we agree, when A. Tomico and I had to leave for home but, because of bad weather. But this time none of the groups of Aragon, Navarre and Basque summit we walked by there (With 20 years I have gone without a top, especially since in 93 there was no visibility at the top As the bodies break down!) .

snowy forest above overlooking the castle.

the background crest Lina Peña Forca.

Anticipating the snow conditions, I proposed to go to JL Agreem from Forges d'Abel (where we would have coincided with the stalwart group lameteoqueviene ) or do Secús and Anatera from Selva de Oza (always spectacular Hellmouth after a snowfall, snow-covered trees and walls hung with icicles.) JL elected in doubt of more "altuda." With chains we Selva de Oza.

View from the Castillo de Acher Refuge. 1740m. The target covers everything.

A footprint "wild" pairs leads us to Refugio del Castillo de Acher 1740m., We see the authors of the footprint that are removed at an altitude of 1850m Castle Acher, exhausted by the effort.

Acher Road Port beautiful mountains around us. Photo JL.

From here the normal to the Castle dates back a shovel, to find a channel that exceeds the highlight cimero easily (35-40 º). Rather than go towards the port of Acher by the end of the valley , we head to the normal castle, at an altitude of 1900m to make a hillside to the port.

Anatera High Peak 2294m and 2341m Secús. From about Puerto

Cara N. del Castillo. 01/12/2006 photo What a difference the amount of snow from one year to another!

We consider the correctness of our idea, and headed toward the Secús and the Anatera, aided by a couple who durra the track to the Port of Acher 2052m. Once there, despite having time frame, because of what the days are short, we decided to make a circular route, and leave the tops for another day. The couple opened footprint we are going to pass the Marcantón Peña, then down to Aguas Eye returning to the track to Selva de Oza.

Face of the Acher Castle, a beautiful mountain. An avalanche had fallen down the chimney Ledormeur.

I want to know BARCALA Ravine, as the normal route on skis to these summits. The descent is powder snow, having to cross a cliff to go along the right bank.

Barranco Barcala. The blizzard raging in Port Acher. -6 º C.

not as fast as we wanted to track. We eat at -4 degrees, we are in the shade but at least we are not the blizzard strikes that were in the harbor. The return of the track without skis is looong, but as JL, we not ski snowshoeing. Of course where you go to the mountains during winter mountain ski hard snow or kicking, which pairs are removed snow.

Pico Cubilaret 2291m. Warming up the skis and then climbing to stretch the muscles. 10/12/2010

Campanal of Aneu and Cubilaret.

I was eager to take the tables in previous outings. When you reach the Pyrenees is the radical change brought about by the storm the Bridge of the Immaculate Conception. Before the snow was evenly distributed throughout the mountain, has now disappeared from the lower levels, to accumulate a large "paquetón" above 2400m. The great mountains were beautiful. Enjoy the snow in July.

first exit

Pico and Pico will Arrious Lurie, a bellezón of Mt.

As I was the classic tables Cubilaret 2291m, from 1794m Portalet. A nice climb and best skiing to 1700m altitude. There's always people doing ski touring, never being alone even if you go during the week. Then to stretch muscles I climbed the Via Ferrata in free Escarrilla (III ° with good rock) and then rode a lifeline in the Via Cordata (III + than the last time I did not ride the line, something not recommended because excess height to kill). Total trepadica 100m III-III +.