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Paris, la ville de l'amour

Paris, the city of lights, luxury and love. It also is beautiful, bright, sleep. I think I've seen on this trip most beautiful things in my life, and I have sospec has in the rest of what I have also living well. But sharp, even n or three weeks and just as I remain here I shall enjoy the most. Paris was the reward at the end of the semester, to finally end all in college, but work on 15 August that follows us like a black puff of ras nuestas heads.

To go to Paris we did a "team" Chilean-Australian-German, we went with Thomas, we go ami Germany who speaks English because Brazil is believed. Thomas also speaks French, c omo got us the bogeyman that the French are nationalistic and not going to catch us if we were talking in nglés i decided to bring reinforcements. But as I said all of Europe ll before Egar, is a myth, the French speak English igu to as spoken in the other European countries, which further strengthens my belief: English is the universal language.

What it is not a myth, is that Paris is expensive . However, it is more expensive than Venice, which is still my benchmark for lean. But obviously everything is more expensive than in Germany or Spain. For a poor tourist, it is best to go to the supermarket and buy fruit, or eat baguette every day. Interestingly enough, do not come to Paris if you are over 25 years, porq ue all promotions and discounts to get on the T Orre Eiffel, Arc de Triomphe, etc., are for children under 25. So I'm burning, next year and not the story ...

The number of monuments and famous places is impressive, so I leave a string of photos of each . In the coming days I will raise the specifics of each one, so pay attention! For now enjoy the hustle Rutar a selection to the best of Paris, la belle Paris ...

Because tour de France, this picture is typical: the Arc de Triomphe lit up to welcome the cyclists. It's a tremendous building located at the end of the Avenue Champs Elysees (Les Champs É lyse) and which can be raised to pay the modest sum of 5 euros (if you're under 25, suffered with this Thomas the ... ), with a beautiful view of Paris ...

Qué Dom de Colonia, qué monumento a Hércules, la Torre Eiffel sí que la lleva… a ésta I will devote an entire post, so for now, it only s story climb the tower to enjoy the tower. It is not just up and get up, she is an attraction whole ng. As half of the tower there are cafes, a cinema, restaurant, etc. Gr acias, French people, for giving the world this wonderful monument. Here's the "team" international: Magda (Chile), Th omas (Germany) and Nicole (Chile-Australia) enjoying the fields of Mars and the Eiffel Tower behind.

Victor Hugo What would I see here? This is Cathedral of Notre Damme , where the author set his novel and the mythical character of Quasimodo playing s bells. We did not see, but the cathedral is impressive.

And along with the cathedral, here we are in the Sacré Coeur (Sacred Heart), which is located In the hills above and Paris and is visible des almost all points of the city Dad. Personally, I liked it, although I have seen so many on this trip, which eventually find them all pretty.

the cultural side. In Paris we visited two museums, and needless to say that one of them was the Louvre Museum. According to Dan Brown (author of The Da Vinci Code) to see all the museum pieces carefully (ie, standing at least one minute in front of each) it takes five weeks. We were there only five hours. Will it be enough? I do not know, but at least I saw the Mona Lisa da Vinci, Venus de Milo and all the important parts. Here an instantaneous line me outside the museum, with the pyramid in the background.

The other museum we visited was the Hotel des Invalides, a construction made to provide housing for war-wounded soldiers in the eighteenth century. Today is a museum housing military parts and tombs of im portant, as it is behind me. Do you know who he is? NAPOLEON BONAPARTE, ahhh, that wave ... when I would think that would be against the bones of the immortal Napoleon ...

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last: the legendary Moulin Rouge. Beautiful, luxurious, lavish, and all imaginable cacophonous adjectives. "We Sign? Not pooping is expensive, the cheapest ticket (with the right to see the show and take half champagne) costs 89 euros, more than 60 lucas chilensis. Thanks ...

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Sunday 22 July was Santa Maria Magdalena, my saint, or rather said, "the saint of your dead mother", as my Pope, for she was called so. As in Chile me my family always celebrated. This year was going to happen rope, but did not, thank you Peter, I always think of me. I tell it here to let everyone know, for all to see the beautiful bouquet of roses you sent me through Nicole. That Sunday, at about 8 am, call me on my cell and told me to see under my bed, and oh! surprise red roses on the day of my Holy ...

black I love you, thank you for your patience, for your delicate attentions, for having me as my present thinking. I'm lucky dark, always loving each other, always together.

A kiss, Magdalena.

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Pamplona: Poor me, was completed San Fermin ...

This is already the last thing I go to Spain, because then comes the Belle Paris. In Pamplona, \u200b\u200bthe reel lives two ways: one is the pubs where they "The posh" (which according to Carlos, our friend Pamplona, \u200b\u200bcome to be "cuicos") and rocks, which are the spool of the people. Pall was us as, obviously, and finally stayed almost every night in "El Juncal, a Flemish rock with live music. As many times we actually ended up making friends with the singers. Here is a fotillo ours with the "team" of Juncal, Angel (voice) and Rafa (guitar) that these are all authentic gypsy, like all people who worked there, starting with the owner, who was teacher of flamenco. I was in my sauce, of course.

So much so that in the end I, as usual, singing on stage. It seems that the artistic side I've developed more in Europe than in Chile ... the thing is, the rate of Gipsy Kings, I unleashed all my talent (encouraged by the English wine) and my friend Nicole ... I recorded my performance here audiovisual evidence of time.

Among the many shows that were in Pamplona, \u200b\u200bwas a carnival with game booths, gambling, shooting, etc. There was also entretencio type Fantasilandia tions. From the beginning, we decided to make efforts to Teddy Simpsons, each in their own ways. I played basketball, he had made three balls, but to be honest, sucked. The teacher would be ashamed of m Falcon í, missed school all my training over the years ... The Nicole, meanwhile, I played the balloons had to pop three throwing three darts. My friend was much more successful, the family was almost complete, but took pity on me and gave me a Bart Simpsons, how beautiful you Nicole ... A couple of pics of the touching moment ...

This caster we got Nicole and me. Personally, I would have went up do several games, but my friend did not survive, the wheel was actually pretty big and super fast, and as Nicole did not want to throw up the fries, we leave it at that.

And where do we sleep? Well, technically not sleep, but were at least four hours daily tucked inside the bag. The tone was sleeping after noon in the pastures of the citadel, but there was one night when we hit the side of the river, at about 4 am. This picture is at 7:30 in the morning when we woke up to go see the bulls and not let us pass because they had cut the road.

And last, I pledged to take a picture with the typical attire of San Fermin, and here I am: white pants and shirt (with little flowers, pa 'make it more feminine) belt to belt and red scarf around his neck. Do I look good? Other poh THAT V VAT SAN FERMIN!

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Run, which are the bulls!

The closure is brutal. It's stupid, violent, exciting. Only saw it one day, but it was not our fault , He tried again and again, until finally we succeeded. The closure is all that I will always want to do and never will. Hundreds of men running in front of a herd of angry bulls, eager to hit those buttocks gored dressed in white and red front nodding their heads. While we were in Pamplona there were no deaths, but a myriad of injuries, all parts of the body imaginable. Brutal.

First, I want to clarify some myths about the closures, created primarily by what one sees on television. Bulls release are not "hundreds" not even a "pack", only six, accompanied by four or five domesticated bulls (oxen, I suppose, I can not imagine how else are domesticated.) The bulls have them in a pen across the river, and are the same as in the face late in bullfighters Plaza de Toros. Thus when one sees co barrier, if you have sharp eye and if you bought the paper in time, you can tell by their "identity" in the crowd (did I say that the newspaper publishes every day a "biography "every bull run). The thing is to take the bulls from the corral to the square (for "closing in" on the square, hence the name "lock"), they found nothing MEJ or make them run all the trajectories to (about 10 blocks, so under) accompanied add the shawl that incites. Here's another myth: on TV, it seems to be a lot of time that the bulls run, but everything is so fast that a total closure does not last more than two minutes. This happens during the eight days of San Fermin, promptly at 8 am.

There are three ways to view the bulls. The typical that we see on TV is with people comfortably installed on the balconies of old buildings close Estafeta main route through which the caravan passes away. But installed on a balcony and look down costs 40 euros per person (about 30 lucas chilensis). This price is for sudacas like us handle because you look like, they charge you. We met an American who asked how much he charged for inst AlaRS on a balcony, and said $ 100, lol ... the "nominal fee" post closure will include breakfast, plush seats, great view, etc.. What is not told the gringo is that, on average, bulls take three seconds to go down the street on which it is located your fucking balcony. Weon scammers ...

The second way is put squarely on the walls of the streets of the route, in some corner of a door, or behind barriers contention that put the bulls to take another road. This is re dangerous, because usually the bulls to "sag" (those who leave the group and goring people left behind) the undertaking against weonaje standing to the side and that is not what to do when you see an animal 700 kilos running wildly in the same direction gift tin. What is also typical is that the guys who come running to tire and get between the people and the bull that was undertaken against the same people ... And the worst that can happen is that the bull was slipping and falling on someone (crushing), and pair and pal other side (not into the square, but to to the corral, where goeth n) and begin to gore people sapa who was walking behind the trailer .

The third way (economic, safe, effective) is getting behind the walls of Santo Domingo and watch the entire show before making the runners before, watch out the bulls from the corral and look how they are with runners in total tour lasts 10 seconds. That is three times the rate qu e are in the balcony. For these last two options, the requirement is placed at 5 am in office, no later than 6, because at 7 the issue is already busting, there can be anyone. At about 7:30, the corridors em piece arriving in Santo Domingo and hope to bring the statue of San Fermin, which is located at an altar in a hole in the wall y le cantan y rezan por sus vidas. Como a las 7:50 vuelven a rezar, y a las 7:55 rezan por última vez. A las 8 en punto tiran una bengala, y al escuchar el pistoletazo, los corredores se ponen en sus marcas. A la segunda bengala, unos 10 segundos después, sueltan los toros. Uhhhhhhhhhh, son tremendos! Según lo que nos dijo Carlos, un compinche de Pamplona que nos hicimos, los toros corren a 50 kilómetros por hora (en subida, cáchate) y los tipos que cor ren van a duras a penas a 20 km/h . Es por eso que nadie hace el recorrido entero, los tipos que se ubican al principio se salen en l a mitad, o antes, y allí hay más gente esperando que se une a los corredores, and so on. Our friend Carlos told us that when he was 16, had the stupid idea to run on the last leg, threw him out, and when he stood, he saw a bull's head and ran over as ill. The thing was is that when they entered the arena Plaza de Toros, instead of opening to the side, he ran in the same direction as the bulls, wave that almost gets the pampering you sector towards corral where the locked until another runner l or grabbed an arm and threw him to the side, lol ... After that has never run again.

Needless to say, we took the option C (the safety of the walls) and so I can tell how he saw the riders and the bulls come out. But for that, we went to install at 5:30 am at the walls and endure without moving, without eating, without going to the bathroom until 8 am. There is a fourth, more comfortable, which is to see it on TV, but for that I stay in Chile ...

I was there. Magda installed in the walls Santo Domingo, 7:50 am. Below, the runners preparing for closure. Background, the balconies of 40 euros per head.

Runners praying for their lives. The seam 's name is to pray with a newspaper in his hand and then run with it, do not know why. Background, the way which appear bulls, uhhhh ...

PARTY! This pic or took the day before, when I could not see the closure because we went to sleep facing the river to be close to the bulls and Santo Domingo (sleep just behind the corral) and when we started walking toward the walls , we find that the passage was closed and we were there until he left the prison. No matter, at least I have the "evidence" photo exact moment where the bulls come out of the corral. That wave ...

RUN, RUN! A snapshot of where the bulls are behind the runners. This picture I did not take me, but no matter, right?

laggards. These bulls passed as at 3 minutes after the first pass. Also oxen and run slower and are not dangerous. We explained that the bulls are pack animals, and when they are alone, do not know what to do, but if they see a comrade, they join and go with them. The effect is to send these bulls after that if any of the bulls Large "picked up" when they see them going to the square a bull, led of course by the shepherds (the kind that comes back with a stick in the photo above.) QUE VIVA SAN FERMIN!

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and finished the semester! Yesterday was our last two classes and and it was over, except the last one to work on 15 August. But survive stoically, we did address issues of other areas, in a strange country and strangers. And in my case, a ANGUAGE i is not mine, to an experience that never had (leaving the country) yat my fears ll miss my grandparents and my routine stop in Chile. For me it was really a challenge, and I will remember for the rest of my life everything I've learned here, I've won, the treasure that I carry with me, in my mind and my heart.

Before moving to Spain, I describe how beautiful it was party last night to celebrate the end of the semester. I had a slit, was incredible. Ta results that the university has a group that performs consistently forums and activities related to Latin America (the same who invited us to represent Chile at the beginning of the semester, in the week Latin America, remember?). Well, this same group organized a Latino party last night, and all Latinos who studied at the U we were invited to present a show, cool "show us your grace", but of course, not all hooked. Al final 5 numbers were presented as: a couple of tango, one of salsa, bossa nova hit a guy and a guitar duet. And of course, yours truly, who took the stage to sing with Paco, our friend from Mexico.

En honor a la verdad, DEJAMOS LA CAGÁ , fue inc reíble, la gente se volvió loca aplaudiendo. Cantamos tres canciones y nos ovacionaron como super estrellas, me sentí la raja, pucha, más recuerdos hermosos que sumar a la larga lista que ya tengo. Después, fiesta toda la noche, hasta como las 3 am. Y hoy, levantarse a la una de la tarde a disfrutar de las próximas 4 semanas que nos quedan en Alemania, y junto con ellas, los próximos destinos: París (Francia), Sttutgart (Alemania), Cracovia (Polonia), y Praga (República Checa). Se nos acaba Europa, es cierto, pero m i felicidad es infinita.

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say goodbye to you, Paco Moreno Galindo, my buddy from Mex ico. Please give me time to rehearse the songs, knowing you have so much to do in your practice Volkswagen. Thanks for your valuable friendship, sincere and selfless, for all data you gave us when we first came here, my friend always be willing to help. You know that goodbyes are also difficult, especially Cristina, your pretty girlfriend, but as you say, it was nice while it lasted and the memories are forever. You're a great person, Paco, and I am proud to have known. I wish you all the luck in the world, here in your country, or wherever you go. We love you, thanks for everything.

Magdalena.

Nicole, Magda, Paco and the first Latin Fiesta University of Kassel, way back in April ... as time goes on, my friends ...

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Pamplona and San Fermin festival, a city that never sleeps

Blood, fights, alcohol. So Pamplona during the fiesta of San Fermin. For eight days, the city never sleeps, everything is party, crest, bulls, bulls and people dressed in red and white. The cagA-people from all over the world united in one week with the same clothes and the same desire to binge, it will not stop, that does not end up bleeding, live San Fermin ...


We went to Spain on Monday, and we returned on Friday, made a couple of human mops. The four nights we were there virtually no sleep, all was revelry, bull runs, Australian overexcited with the idea of \u200b\u200brunning with the bulls and people of all ages celebrating San Fermin.

The routine is as follows. People come back to life at about six o'clock in the afternoon, and those lucky enough to buy a ticket to see the bull run is rushing to the Plaza de Toros, where all the action: the bullfighters, the choppers, the bulls Dying and desperate crowd. When finished, people will feed the fairs that are installed in Pamplona with traditional food (paella, octopus, etc.). And wait for the fireworks at 11 pm. It's amazing, but every day there are fires, is an international competition and the show lasts about half an hour, is moving ... After that the fun begins: Hundreds of bands are going down the street playing music and inviting tourists to the hundreds ( thousands!) of pubs and clubs that exist in the old city. The party lasts all night, making youth on the streets, locals sell hot sandwiches (a cheese-ham sandwich on baguette prepared) and everything is a tide of red and white people with bleeding in his hand. Sangria is a kind of typical drink of the feast, and it really is a bomb alcohol, martini, vodka, fruit (orange, peach, and what mood) mounted on a base of wine, which leaves one asking agüita after testing ... At 5 am, the partygoers who want to see the bulls begin to direct the path of the bulls, because later there is no space . The closure is when they loose the bulls from the corral and make them reach the bullring, with all the weonaje running with them. This is done every day of San Fermin at 8 am, and time produces many foreigners who were taking all night is emboldened, run with the bulls, fall and let the shit. Consequences: gored in the legs, face, wadding, even in the armpits! Americans and Australians are the favorite prey drunk the bulls that run each day. For breakfast: hot chocolate and churros.

At 9 am leaving the troupe of giants and big heads from the bus station towards the city. It is a parade with puppets, especially for children, because San Fermin (despite the industrial amounts of alcohol) is a feast for the whole family. After that, tipín 11 am, the Bullring opens its doors again, but in the morning, the show is free, and consists mainly of humorous amusement with the bulls, because the large (dangerous, the real ones) are the spectacle of the evening, in the run. After half

day, there are plenty of activities for partygoers: Mass in the chapel of San Fermin, recitals, jack, etc, but most people go to sleep. This is where the youth as we grab your bag and go to sleep to the citadel, on the grass, turning the park into public housing. At about 5 and the afternoon, we got to lunch, and then back to the Plaza de Toros again ... you live San Fermín! Magda

his first night in Pamplona. When we arrived, the thing I was like this: people drinking in the street, Nigerians playing music, bands with trumpets and batucada, etc. The party that never ends for the duration of San Fermin.



















Nicole and Magda taxiing to the elderly. Look at the clothes, when we got on the bus, it was a show, everyone (but everyone!) Taken wearing the same trousers and white shirt, red scarf around his neck and a red sash around the waist.



















Magda flamenco dancing in the club "The Jones", a kind of pub with live flamenco that made me whole a English ... and ole!



















taken Girls in San Fermin. Scarf and turtleneck feature (I did not buy a white one because I found it very fome), plus the band that is hard to see. The shirt of Nicole pretended to be stained with blood, and mine is the official design of the San Fermin this year. Angela Bustamante, my friend, I ask you, do you like my shirt? You better themselves, because they compare EQUAL TO IT white clear that, if the wea is not uniform, hahaha ... you see that gift you got your faithful posts, but you shall have to charge when it comes to Chile, because in one of these I regret ...

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Bulls and bullfighters: bloody

The Plaza de Toros Chile is like our croissants, with the difference that here the animals die. Every time I saw this show on TV, I always said: "English barbarians as possible to make people pay to see these massacres." Now I saw it live and direct, not justify, but I understand. The runs are violent, are morbid, but they are addictive. After the second bull, I found myself crying and puehhh, kill, kill! It was as if he could not hold back, please give me more ... entrance to see the bull is worth 25 euros (just under 20 lucas) and the square is filled. Each afternoon, six bulls are large, dangerous, threatening, each between 500 and 700 kilos. Every day, the newspaper published a photo of each and a "biography", so that attendees know what they're called, how much they weigh, etc.

three bullfighters are presented in total (not at the same time, obviously), and each killed two bulls. The tone is as follows: the bull enters the arena running wildly, which is received by the "staff" of the bullfighter, bullfighters who are minors in charge of beating the animal before a bullfighter star opposite him. What caught my attention was a character called "chopper" entering the arena on horseback and their mission is to hit two stitches in the back of the bull in order to damage before the bullfighter opposite. Also, the "helpers" of the bullfighter buried six flags on the back (which are the sort of Palitroques with an iron at the tip and left hanging from the bull), and only then, the matador faces the enemy. In all honesty, we must recognize that when the bullfighter goes into action, the bull is already pretty beat up, presumably to ensure that in each run are the animals who die, and not the fighters.

is assumed that after the guy has done the show with the cape (the name given to the red cloth he appears), the matador takes a sword and buried the bull right between the shoulder blades. If the matador is good, the sword should cut the animal's heart and would die instantly. This almost never happens, usually the sword passes through the lungs and the bull is bucking with his tongue out. Here comes the second thrust, this time with a knife that has a cross-shaped tip. It is assumed that with this sword, the matador plays a bull at a given point (a bone, or something) and when it does, the bull should drop dead instantly. This also happen very often. The truth is that we saw the three matadors, only one had the grace (and only once) and the other needed the crazy to kill his bull, a guy who comes in with a small knife and stabbed gives way to the animal send this to a better life.

torero The prize is not very smart ... if people applauding the killer because he made a great slaughter, the guy has the ear of the corpse (which is the cut right there.) If it was actually very good, it takes two, and if it was the crack, the shit, wave Cuatic faith with his presentation, also carries the tail. Of those who saw only two took an ear, nothing more. It was very good level (SAAA, poh it, the commentator ....)

Here a picture of me inside the bullring. Notice how nice to see the stands with everyone dressed alike.



















The bull facing the "staff" of the bullfighter. Torean these guys with a fuchsia coat because red is the killer. Note the subject back on a horse, that is the "chopper." The poor horse always plays the worst part, because the chopper hurt the bull, he has to attack the horse. However, it is assumed armor that you get the horns does not allow to be touched. Still, there was a day when a bull threw away the horse with rider and all, so do not tell me that poor horse nothing happens ... What is interesting: the horse is blindfolded, so that no cache The big animal that comes up ...


















NOW IS THE TIME. Detail of the moment just as the bullfighter draws the sword to bury the bull, which is already very tired and the flags hanging.



















And MURIÓOOO ... The departure of the bull after receiving the fatal thrusts.

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addiction is not unwilling to return, the thing is I do not want to go ...

I'm tired. And I think it's more than physical fatigue, rather than get up early to go to class or late nights to finish reading the texts. Over the holiday weekend and travel in Europe. It's more than that. It is my first trip outside of Chile, my first visit over a month out of San Carlos. I think the first time I was not going to my home so much was when I made the practice in the magazine Que Pasa, Santiago, and I jumped about three weeks without going to San Carlos, and my grandparents were like the prodigal son, as if taking a long time since we met, telling me that we miss you mija ...

Is this now? No. I believe that much more, no doubt. The problem is that life is cyclical, and as this time in Santiago, it is now I do not want to go. I remember when I came to the magazine, since a long time had been traveling to Santiago, knew the city and all, but never had been living there. Those three months were like a vacation for me, working Monday to Friday but lunch at the casino COPESA with my fellow practitioners in the afternoon we went for a drink in a bar, did social life. I moved through the subway at my leisure, and our capital is really warm in summer, when so many people on vacation out of town, no congestion, no school, and living in a suburb of Providence ... the weekends we would the neighborhood Sweden Conce my colleagues who were also practical means making Santiago, and the memories I have from that summer are the best, the friends I made and experience gained. The problem is that April came and with it the end of the practice, had to go back to school and I do not want to go. I remember hugging my desktop computer in the magazine and they said: Noooo, I do not want irrrr, please no ...
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I make more than three months I'm here and I have only seven weeks. Now, as then, I do not want to go, I want to go, I want to go ... It's terrible, because I know that no deadline is not met or debt is not paid, I can not stay because classes are over, the grant runs out, the visa expires and our friends return to their countries of origin. In late August, there's nothing here for me, except the certainty that my time has come and I will have to Frankfurt with my bag of 20 kilos. It's weird, but I think this already happened to me, and that life is a kind of constantly repeated moments Dejavú where we are already experiencing. Not to mention that I look forward to in Chile, my dad, my grandparents, my boyfriend, my friends ... and I in my turn, I have so many wanted to see them, hug them, filling them with kisses and tell them everything I have learned here. The problem is that feelings are found, not that is unwilling to return, the thing is I do not want to go ... do you understand the difference?

Germany has been good to me. I still have almost two months to continue to enjoy, all of it and the rest of Europe. But I can not help but think in the end, because it is already happening, and today I said goodbye to two friends who return to their country never to return. A Mexican man who ended his career and a girl from Puerto Rico to be the United States. My pragmatic spirit forces me to be realistic, and I can not say as Nicole "soon", because I know you will not see more. I know that everything I've lived here will never be repeated, or even back to Germany in a couple of years, because this only live once, because a man never bathe twice in the same river. I will miss every inch of my room, every drop of rain intermittent Kassel and intricate corridors of the university. When I am old, old lady, I will look at photos and say, yes, I was happy those days, when I knew there was another world beyond my beloved Conception ...

On Monday we go to Spain. We're going to Pamplona, \u200b\u200bSan Fermin party where people are running wildly ahead of the bulls. I have a fear of even the cows, so I hardly go to see in bullfights, but I promise pictures of the suicide run. I sincerely hope that Nicole is not in that group. For now, I promised: a selection of the best places in Rome, the historical, religious, cultural. Enjoy them.

Nicole and Madeleine in the Roman Palatine. Here is preserved Most of the ruins of the city, remains of palaces, Roman Forum, pillars, rocks, etc. It is very close to the Colosseum and walk is to feel the latency remains of Ancient Rome and all civilization. Missed.



















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the Castle of St. Angelo in the background. This building is located next to Plaza de San Pedro and has an underground passage to the Vatican, to the Papal office himself according to legend. Today is a museum and can be traveled by the wave of tourists who daily walk through the intricate streets of Rome.




















Magda inside the Coliseum. Enter here was expensive, but worth it. If you do zoom in the photo, will appreciate that there are ladders on the right side of my head, right next to my hair. Do you see? Well, that was inside the building before it fell all that and only the ruins remain. In an attempt to demonstrate some of what it was, there is a section of the "arena" of the Colosseum, which has been rebuilt (there where you see the scaffolding). The sand was on the walls are down, and they really are what remains of the dungeons where they were prisoners, gladiators and hungry lions.




















Magdalena outside the Colosseum, with two Roman authentic. Two euros photo, movie, Bern wave Hur.