Wednesday, October 27, 2010
Seating Charts Samples
Uh ... let's go.
"They say some of the stories lost in time, in an era that no longer remembered, the distance and Love fought to see who was stronger. Love, arrogant and powerful, said that when he was strong, as was true, when it shone in all its splendor, nothing and nobody could destroy it. Two people who loved each other like two people should love could ever be separated.
But the ego of the distance was great too, and in an act of bravery and stupidity, challenged the Love of a battle. The challenge was simple: the distance bet that struggling a bit, and with some time, achieve destroy all types of love between two people, regardless of their intensity. Love, of course, denied this and accepted the challenge, waiting impatiently for the moment when their victory restregaría insolent opponent.
But the battle never ended and even today there is no winner. The struggle continues, strong, constant, intense, and every couple who is separated resumes to never end ... "
The book from which I was reading was closed, with a thud.
-Ayayay - said as he hugged her and put his face in her hair.
- Distance will not gain on us, right? - She asked, snuggling into his chest.
"Never, beautiful - he said, staring - never.
had been known to three years and since then had never been apart. Like two leaves that fall together and decide they do not let no winds or tides distances, held hands and let that foot dragging by the winding road that either knew or knew where he went, always walk around next to the other. If the wind rocked the hair of one, so did the other, if the waters cool moist with her fingers, those of the well were collected by the sudden cold, if you stumble, or fell together, or that remained standing was all his effort and used all his endeavors, so that the other was up, and could continue walking.
But the shadow of an impending separation of stalking and worried. It was not a voluntary separation, not entirely at least. She had won a trip to a scholarship where communications fail, where phones do not ring and where the Internet is a familiar object but repudiated, and was leaving for a month.
were afraid. Separation always scary. Because even though trust in love, could not deny that the distance was powerful.
"But you win - you always said -. We will win.
The days passed and the calendar date that was marked as the dismissal came sooner than they wanted and more quickly than they had hoped.
Before leaving, she said she knew she would do without him, and asked what they would do without her.
He said one word:
-Write.
And she did. Wrote and wrote, based solely on the feelings of his heart separately, in spite of his lonely soul now and itching in his eyes when visualized in the distance the beautiful face he loved. Pages and pages full of pure feelings that a soul could impure writing.
But fingers are spent quickly and ideas are few, and giant the penalty, unless you know the dictionary, it is impossible to express. So it was little time elapsed between when he started writing and left him. But one idea
assaulted his mind as a crush of inspiration, and imagination made him take a leaf he had written, and run with it to the nearest hill. Here, read with the loudest voice and clearest possible words written on the sheet.
wanted the wind to take them to her.
repeated the process every day, every evening, before the sun set and the stars do his coup d'etat, with proof of training to be better than the best. Sheet in hand, started running to the hill to let the words fly in the breeze, hoping to reach the ears of which were read.
However, at home not living alone, and his mother, concerned about the conduct of his son, a day before he left, he asked what he would do every day with a sheet of paper at the same time .
-I will read the wind - replied, before running off.
- Why, son? - She asked, who had gone to a psychiatrist to consult about a possible medication.
"So she heard me, Mom - he said, as if it were more evident in the world.
Shocked, the mother immediately sought the recipe in his wallet.
The days passed, and the month is spent more quickly than had initially supposed. So was the second day after arrival, she went to lunch at the house.
The conversation was pleasant and the food tasted reunion, but like all good times, it was quick and left with little taste.
Before the lifting of the table, the boy's mother asked the newcomer if something strange had happened during trip.
"Actually no, aunt - she answered -. Although, every day, before sleep, I felt like someone was reading something, or a story or a poem, like, almost as if the wind bring me words from afar ...
The mother, with eyes wide open , looked at his son, while not looked up from his plate, could not keep in his face drew a smirk.
Seating Charts Samples
Uh ... let's go.
"They say some of the stories lost in time, in an era that no longer remembered, the distance and Love fought to see who was stronger. Love, arrogant and powerful, said that when he was strong, as was true, when it shone in all its splendor, nothing and nobody could destroy it. Two people who loved each other like two people should love could ever be separated.
But the ego of the distance was great too, and in an act of bravery and stupidity, challenged the Love of a battle. The challenge was simple: the distance bet that struggling a bit, and with some time, achieve destroy all types of love between two people, regardless of their intensity. Love, of course, denied this and accepted the challenge, waiting impatiently for the moment when their victory restregaría insolent opponent.
But the battle never ended and even today there is no winner. The struggle continues, strong, constant, intense, and every couple who is separated resumes to never end ... "
The book from which I was reading was closed, with a thud.
-Ayayay - said as he hugged her and put his face in her hair.
- Distance will not gain on us, right? - She asked, snuggling into his chest.
"Never, beautiful - he said, staring - never.
had been known to three years and since then had never been apart. Like two leaves that fall together and decide they do not let no winds or tides distances, held hands and let that foot dragging by the winding road that either knew or knew where he went, always walk around next to the other. If the wind rocked the hair of one, so did the other, if the waters cool moist with her fingers, those of the well were collected by the sudden cold, if you stumble, or fell together, or that remained standing was all his effort and used all his endeavors, so that the other was up, and could continue walking.
But the shadow of an impending separation of stalking and worried. It was not a voluntary separation, not entirely at least. She had won a trip to a scholarship where communications fail, where phones do not ring and where the Internet is a familiar object but repudiated, and was leaving for a month.
were afraid. Separation always scary. Because even though trust in love, could not deny that the distance was powerful.
"But you win - you always said -. We will win.
The days passed and the calendar date that was marked as the dismissal came sooner than they wanted and more quickly than they had hoped.
Before leaving, she said she knew she would do without him, and asked what they would do without her.
He said one word:
-Write.
And she did. Wrote and wrote, based solely on the feelings of his heart separately, in spite of his lonely soul now and itching in his eyes when visualized in the distance the beautiful face he loved. Pages and pages full of pure feelings that a soul could impure writing.
But fingers are spent quickly and ideas are few, and giant the penalty, unless you know the dictionary, it is impossible to express. So it was little time elapsed between when he started writing and left him. But one idea
assaulted his mind as a crush of inspiration, and imagination made him take a leaf he had written, and run with it to the nearest hill. Here, read with the loudest voice and clearest possible words written on the sheet.
wanted the wind to take them to her.
repeated the process every day, every evening, before the sun set and the stars do his coup d'etat, with proof of training to be better than the best. Sheet in hand, started running to the hill to let the words fly in the breeze, hoping to reach the ears of which were read.
However, at home not living alone, and his mother, concerned about the conduct of his son, a day before he left, he asked what he would do every day with a sheet of paper at the same time .
-I will read the wind - replied, before running off.
- Why, son? - She asked, who had gone to a psychiatrist to consult about a possible medication.
"So she heard me, Mom - he said, as if it were more evident in the world.
Shocked, the mother immediately sought the recipe in his wallet.
The days passed, and the month is spent more quickly than had initially supposed. So was the second day after arrival, she went to lunch at the house.
The conversation was pleasant and the food tasted reunion, but like all good times, it was quick and left with little taste.
Before the lifting of the table, the boy's mother asked the newcomer if something strange had happened during trip.
"Actually no, aunt - she answered -. Although, every day, before sleep, I felt like someone was reading something, or a story or a poem, like, almost as if the wind bring me words from afar ...
The mother, with eyes wide open , looked at his son, while not looked up from his plate, could not keep in his face drew a smirk.
Monday, October 25, 2010
What Does Service Disabled Mean On Ur Phone
where the Via Ferrata and climbing school Lizara from Ref | the free
Now for the Ferrata, home. |
Review panel Lizara Via Ferrata. |
The first 25 meters is something lying down, then comes a short crossing (Here is a small crack where we found a lot of bees coming and going, which led to my little decide to turn back. Hours later I saw no activity alone and in the swarm).
Part of | Lizara Ferrata
Down the meadow with the free and the car Ref. |
flanking the crack brown bees. |
Area climbing school. |
The regionalization in Aragon, in addition to promoting despotism and cronyism, the mountain we changed the initial plan few ferrata and good, for a number and every variety. Attracting tourism routes are long and medium-high difficulty, this is love and not power.
Ending the vertical, the foot cover startup. |
Dolmen del Llano de Lizara in Autumn. |
Zone initiation, III-IV degrees. |
the review panel at the foot of the tracks. |
Carlos playing a III °. |
George IV left in a second. |
There are other areas of initiation, the best known are Red Rocks in Candanchu.
To refresh, we can go with the kids to make canyoning. The two simplest are the Aragón River : In the dry season gives us a stretch where do you practice Aquatic canyoning.
final Toboggan jump 2m or 3m (low prof.) |
Falls 18 meters, Bco. Spoil. |
What Does Service Disabled Mean On Ur Phone
where the Via Ferrata and climbing school Lizara from Ref | the free
Now for the Ferrata, home. |
Review panel Lizara Via Ferrata. |
The first 25 meters is something lying down, then comes a short crossing (Here is a small crack where we found a lot of bees coming and going, which led to my little decide to turn back. Hours later I saw no activity alone and in the swarm).
Part of | Lizara Ferrata
Down the meadow with the free and the car Ref. |
flanking the crack brown bees. |
Area climbing school. |
The regionalization in Aragon, in addition to promoting despotism and cronyism, the mountain we changed the initial plan few ferrata and good, for a number and every variety. Attracting tourism routes are long and medium-high difficulty, this is love and not power.
Ending the vertical, the foot cover startup. |
Dolmen del Llano de Lizara in Autumn. |
Zone initiation, III-IV degrees. |
the review panel at the foot of the tracks. |
Carlos playing a III °. |
George IV left in a second. |
There are other areas of initiation, the best known are Red Rocks in Candanchu.
To refresh, we can go with the kids to make canyoning. The two simplest are the Aragón River : In the dry season gives us a stretch where do you practice Aquatic canyoning.
final Toboggan jump 2m or 3m (low prof.) |
Falls 18 meters, Bco. Spoil. |
Saturday, October 23, 2010
What Happens With Fakku
October 23, 2010
Distance: 8.25 km .
Accumulated Vertical Rise: 317 m
Max: 453 m.
min height: 370 m.
Difficulty: very easy (and enjoyable).
Type: linear, can be circulated but the return would be by road.
Hikers: Elizabeth José Carlos and Diego
This tour is not only a pleasant stroll by the river Martin, but also by history. This is because all the way we find small caves where if you look carefully you will find paintings of the inhabitants of the Bronze Age, which are represented many archers, horses, deer, wild boar in several scenes. This made me remember my friend Paco, a professional in the field and follower of this blog.
not return to the road and make the most affordable way to vermouth of later. Leaving a car off the road at the end of our route and headed to another car at the start of the route.
To get to the top of our route Zaragoza Leaving on 8:00 am to go Azaila Castellón address, followed by the N 232 to a little before reaching Hijar, here we will take the detour Which brings us to the Archbishop Albalate the A-224. Once past the Archbishop Albalate Andorra direction continue along the A-223, but by looking good in the detour that takes us back roads to the people of Ariño, Oliete ... is the A-1401. Following this road once Verema s a sign that indicates the parking lot of the close of the River Martin or "dwarf." There by the road and without reaching the parking which is a little further, we will not carry the car back to the beginning of the route. We continue with the other car to cross a bridge that leads to the left bank of the river and just leave us a "clear" to the roadside where we can leave the car and begin our march along the left bank of the river following Martin laa signs and indications already prepared. The truth is, this route is very well equipped and they have no loss.
Finally Isabel and I agree on an excursion; otherwise we find it more difficult to see us and we just know each other, so Jose Carlos says.
hitting the road steadily safe and normal pace. The day had awakened with high fog in Zaragoza and something cool, let's start a gentle breeze and warm blue color that will accompany us throughout the autumn landscape in which we are introduced slowly.
Then find the first cave where we found some rock engravings of symbols that do not identify with anything known ... Following the path we passed through several caves, but these and, no prints, is more in the first do not manage to discern anything.
Gradually we go down to the river or up the slopes that conform with good conversation and very little effort we enabled the viewpoints along the route.
About half way, go down to the very course of the river and see some caves carved into the wall of sand as a man holds, is just at that point where a bridge metal is hidden among the reeds on the banks of the River Martin. If you follow the trail is easily.
From there the trail runs along the right bank and begins a part a little more air and steep. It's all very well equipped with handrails, stairs, heaving lines and do not need any material or necessary technical know anything about the mountain, just enjoy the scenery.
After this stage is reached the power plant that's up to our left and went to a road with a sign. We will find a great Aleppo pine that greets us with his impetuosity with some signs that indicate the direction correct: in our case Albalate. We follow the well marked path to reach some olive trees near the river where it sees the end of the path the car park end of the road.
As our car is not in the car, but beside the road, continue along the path between almond farm in a few minutes to get to the car we have left.
The day has been great, the company more. I had not José Carlos and myself we agreed on a route. As icing, Isabel company that always misses female company in our gasolineriles excursions.
What Happens With Fakku
October 23, 2010
Distance: 8.25 km .
Accumulated Vertical Rise: 317 m
Max: 453 m.
min height: 370 m.
Difficulty: very easy (and enjoyable).
Type: linear, can be circulated but the return would be by road.
Hikers: Elizabeth José Carlos and Diego
This tour is not only a pleasant stroll by the river Martin, but also by history. This is because all the way we find small caves where if you look carefully you will find paintings of the inhabitants of the Bronze Age, which are represented many archers, horses, deer, wild boar in several scenes. This made me remember my friend Paco, a professional in the field and follower of this blog.
not return to the road and make the most affordable way to vermouth of later. Leaving a car off the road at the end of our route and headed to another car at the start of the route.
To get to the top of our route Zaragoza Leaving on 8:00 am to go Azaila Castellón address, followed by the N 232 to a little before reaching Hijar, here we will take the detour Which brings us to the Archbishop Albalate the A-224. Once past the Archbishop Albalate Andorra direction continue along the A-223, but by looking good in the detour that takes us back roads to the people of Ariño, Oliete ... is the A-1401. Following this road once Verema s a sign that indicates the parking lot of the close of the River Martin or "dwarf." There by the road and without reaching the parking which is a little further, we will not carry the car back to the beginning of the route. We continue with the other car to cross a bridge that leads to the left bank of the river and just leave us a "clear" to the roadside where we can leave the car and begin our march along the left bank of the river following Martin laa signs and indications already prepared. The truth is, this route is very well equipped and they have no loss.
Finally Isabel and I agree on an excursion; otherwise we find it more difficult to see us and we just know each other, so Jose Carlos says.
hitting the road steadily safe and normal pace. The day had awakened with high fog in Zaragoza and something cool, let's start a gentle breeze and warm blue color that will accompany us throughout the autumn landscape in which we are introduced slowly.
Then find the first cave where we found some rock engravings of symbols that do not identify with anything known ... Following the path we passed through several caves, but these and, no prints, is more in the first do not manage to discern anything.
Gradually we go down to the river or up the slopes that conform with good conversation and very little effort we enabled the viewpoints along the route.
About half way, go down to the very course of the river and see some caves carved into the wall of sand as a man holds, is just at that point where a bridge metal is hidden among the reeds on the banks of the River Martin. If you follow the trail is easily.
From there the trail runs along the right bank and begins a part a little more air and steep. It's all very well equipped with handrails, stairs, heaving lines and do not need any material or necessary technical know anything about the mountain, just enjoy the scenery.
After this stage is reached the power plant that's up to our left and went to a road with a sign. We will find a great Aleppo pine that greets us with his impetuosity with some signs that indicate the direction correct: in our case Albalate. We follow the well marked path to reach some olive trees near the river where it sees the end of the path the car park end of the road.
As our car is not in the car, but beside the road, continue along the path between almond farm in a few minutes to get to the car we have left.
The day has been great, the company more. I had not José Carlos and myself we agreed on a route. As icing, Isabel company that always misses female company in our gasolineriles excursions.
Wednesday, October 20, 2010
Side Affects Of Veet On Chest
The two peaks of Peña Foratata views from the East. |
Clean Water Valley. Arriel peaks, Pallas and Balaitus-Frondellas. |
Peña Western Foratata 2291m, from installation to rappel from the edge, in the background Anayet |
normal Vias Foratata la Peña, from the top West. At the bottom of Hell Peak |
Foratata Peña Western Cresta. |
rappelling Horcada the chimney top. |
View from the top. Photo José Luis. |
Peña Foratata View from 2341m. Photo José Luis. |
Peña and Arriel from Punta Pazin. |
Campanal of Aneu. 2214m, the moon and the peak Cuylaret. From Portalet. |
North Face of Aneu, to the left crest E. |
crest east. The route starts at the intermediate field |
View from the top. Portalet path and climb down LEFT. Pallas Far |