Sunday, February 27, 2011
Doctor Joining Letter
Being in Tel Aviv, Amit went to Ishmael and spend a weekend in Had Nes, nice and small which is north of the country.
The journey - both coming back, "was a pleasure impeccable road transit guided by a GPS indicated above to reach a cross tomar.Todo what direction we had a luxury.
We stayed in a beautiful cottage surrounded by flowers, from whose window stood out there in the background, dark, wide surface of Lake Kinneret (which provides drinking water to the whole country) protected by his side by Mount Hermon. In this direction we walk so that I know the Jordan River. As we walked down to meet him I was recognized years cuttings, weeds and wildflowers. When I was introduced to the river, immediately thought "this is the famous Jordan? Where John the Baptist preached the coming of Jesus, which was also named in these waters? was not a wide river? not populated its banks and emerging fan believers? in this important event, as I have read in sacred history, not heard God's voice from the sky above? this was true or just a figment of my imagination ebullient child?
As it was: a small river of no more than 5 meters wide, something dark rushing waters and lined with stones painted black over time rust ... what a disappointment! (I kept thinking how many holes in my life have filled my rich imagination: chimeric project, reality surpassed Loves novel ...) Anyway ......
decided to visit the Garo GAN: a real treat!
is a small zoo that houses Australian species and that, without exception, are free. A revelation to know the koala! In its habitat reduced this small marsupial was comfortable seated in the fork of the tree where arrears. Pressing a small team received interesting information (I of my personal translator: Mael) is a pair brought from Australia to make changes by planting eucalyptus trees there in Australia 3000 by c / u!!, measuring up to 60 cm and lives in trees and eats only eucalyptus leaves (one kg per day), sleeps 20 hours a day, their gestation lasts 35 days but spends 6 months in the pouch. The female was awake and looked like a teddy bear, tiny ears, round, friendly but powerful muzzle.
Then I met the kangaroos that roamed free among árboles.Unos older, some young breast small and sometimes little patient: it was very funny to see when they hit the bag with his hands and shaking me to the small moving in. ! As information, spend the day eating, sleeping and having sex. Enviable!
could not miss in a zoo of Australian species, parrots, who were in a huge cage. Small birds whose feathers wore the colors of pure pigments, bright and beautiful you can imagine!. Before we get into the cage to give an indication of no other food there provided that: a brochette with fruit slices. The parrots, used, immediately jumped on the shoulders, arms, hands, looking for food, while an incessant chatter filled the room. Hermosa
experience! The kids enjoyed especially kangaroos and koalas.
A quiet evening with us in the return to Tel Aviv for the perfect route bordered by a carpet of deep green and some pine and eucalyptus forests.
The city lit up their lights and fired, a beautiful and bright sleepy weekend.
Extremely Poofy Short Dress
A plane flying
Travel is not only a physical move, a jump to another lado.Implican also a national movement: new insights bring new visions that-inevitably- has its emotional correlate. Although the route is the same, the experience of travel never is.
Today I say goodbye to Tel Aviv (I mean, of Ishmael) with all the emotional charge which is away from one of my great loves. It is well known: for many who have been at this point farewells, remain equally painful. Fortunately, the goodbyes are sad because before there were joyous gatherings.
And once again, it's true: life is made of meetings and partings.
The Tel Aviv-Madrid trip takes five hours, and know that from the sky will look with renewed enjoyment of the wonderful picture of the European shores of the Mediterranean, consoles me a little.
But one can anticipate that look pleasant and return a different reality, particularly inesperada.Rica, too. My eyes could not enjoy the early postal My eyes and my ears were trapped inside the plane overstimulated:
The passage on this flight, it is always mostly Israeli especial.La bound for cities across Europe. They have idiosyncrasies like everyone, of course, cast in appearance, language and some traits that define them in a way no doubt.
No More off, starts wandering down the aisle of the aircraft.In remarkable pilgrimage incessant roam all but me I look at this continuous coming and going in that there are agitated and peies tefillin, hats and beards, wandering busy, too: all talk out loud, everyone comments. And what is worse, in a language I do not know. Loud sounds hit my ears, rasgantes, marked stress in the same tone in which they communicate in a meeting elsewhere in the city: Nakhon pitúaj
threw bracha humus , Haifa ma core? bitachon and hundreds more! So many
Cirules sounds in the environment, so many words! And, as in the balloons of comic strips, the voices rise huddled toward the ceiling, rubbing heads and trunks, are crowded and noisy are floating up there ...
At the same language, the same words, but in a soft voice and moderate tone, the passing of the previous row, kneeling in his seat, talking with my partner ... and that tone and that gesture, I reconciled with my son everyday words. This calms me down.
only return to their momentarily-the-seat time to serve breakfast consisting of yogurt, plenty of salad, omelet, spicy cheese, bread, butter, jam, fruit salad, coffee and a cereal bar! All lunch.
When down there, far, is shaping up, wonderful! - Spain, I-satiated words and voices, I close my eyes to imagine David waiting for me in Barajas. As my mother, every party goes so fast that we must begin to enjoy it from the preparations.
I prepare my heart for the game.
Travel is not only a physical move, a jump to another lado.Implican also a national movement: new insights bring new visions that-inevitably- has its emotional correlate. Although the route is the same, the experience of travel never is.
Today I say goodbye to Tel Aviv (I mean, of Ishmael) with all the emotional charge which is away from one of my great loves. It is well known: for many who have been at this point farewells, remain equally painful. Fortunately, the goodbyes are sad because before there were joyous gatherings.
And once again, it's true: life is made of meetings and partings.
The Tel Aviv-Madrid trip takes five hours, and know that from the sky will look with renewed enjoyment of the wonderful picture of the European shores of the Mediterranean, consoles me a little.
But one can anticipate that look pleasant and return a different reality, particularly inesperada.Rica, too. My eyes could not enjoy the early postal My eyes and my ears were trapped inside the plane overstimulated:
The passage on this flight, it is always mostly Israeli especial.La bound for cities across Europe. They have idiosyncrasies like everyone, of course, cast in appearance, language and some traits that define them in a way no doubt.
No More off, starts wandering down the aisle of the aircraft.In remarkable pilgrimage incessant roam all but me I look at this continuous coming and going in that there are agitated and peies tefillin, hats and beards, wandering busy, too: all talk out loud, everyone comments. And what is worse, in a language I do not know. Loud sounds hit my ears, rasgantes, marked stress in the same tone in which they communicate in a meeting elsewhere in the city: Nakhon pitúaj
threw bracha humus , Haifa ma core? bitachon and hundreds more! So many
Cirules sounds in the environment, so many words! And, as in the balloons of comic strips, the voices rise huddled toward the ceiling, rubbing heads and trunks, are crowded and noisy are floating up there ...
At the same language, the same words, but in a soft voice and moderate tone, the passing of the previous row, kneeling in his seat, talking with my partner ... and that tone and that gesture, I reconciled with my son everyday words. This calms me down.
only return to their momentarily-the-seat time to serve breakfast consisting of yogurt, plenty of salad, omelet, spicy cheese, bread, butter, jam, fruit salad, coffee and a cereal bar! All lunch.
When down there, far, is shaping up, wonderful! - Spain, I-satiated words and voices, I close my eyes to imagine David waiting for me in Barajas. As my mother, every party goes so fast that we must begin to enjoy it from the preparations.
I prepare my heart for the game.
Sunday, February 20, 2011
How To Reset The Numbers In Vip Locks
strolled SEGWAY? TOUR OF GRANADA
As soon arrived at Granada, the first event is a guided tour segway.
What is it? Well, a two-wheeled personal transporter, electric, silent, with high handlebars.
It operates with body movement: forward, forward (the greater the inclination of the body, the greater the speed), the body back, slow down. With the left hand turn and stop on both sides, turning away 90 degrees against a wall or wall to stop it. Gently, of course ...
And hour and a half!
This to feel pendeja ... Good old David
ended the inning with a professional and loving mother :"... the contrary: you dare to rise and, most important, followed to the end! "
Believe me: it was hard! I now tell it to finish exorcise segway the evil spirit that lived until shortly after me.
As soon arrived at Granada, the first event is a guided tour segway.
What is it? Well, a two-wheeled personal transporter, electric, silent, with high handlebars.
It operates with body movement: forward, forward (the greater the inclination of the body, the greater the speed), the body back, slow down. With the left hand turn and stop on both sides, turning away 90 degrees against a wall or wall to stop it. Gently, of course ...
Lido, no? If, for young people: I never secrete as much adrenalin!
In the initial test - less than a meter-all great! with the sole motto of "you always go through the middle of the street, the cars will stop to see them", Granada is mine! I told myself.
But: how are the streets of the circuit? With the small cobblestone floor, permanent banked from the margins to the center, no sidewalks, narrow, up and down to short intervals, in bunches ... maze! Divine
to transit as we did then, but not mounted in this strange creature, moreover, in a line down the middle of the street ... David, behind me and although my fear is bigger than yours, his voice calm and caring gave me directions. (The time came that protects the child's mother ...? Hummmm, I'll think about later.) While I, standing, his arms tense, helmet on head, thin, stiff, useless, barely breathing ... at times I could control and I said to myself: "aflojate, you barbarian!" but then stop at the intersection of streets cut my breath.
Meanwhile, the guide showed: "far away, the Alhambra, near here, the Albaicin ..." and walkers who had wanted to shout: "correct one if you value your life". I only watched, if each neuron pointed the next turn: back, if down, later on rise ... until a Moorish wall came to me and wanted to melt into his chest stone!! But nothing happened ... not a scratch ...
might have planted there and interrupt flag so amazing tour, but not abandoned, kept his feet on the segway and soul in a thread, all the way! And hour and a half!
This to feel pendeja ... Good old David
ended the inning with a professional and loving mother :"... the contrary: you dare to rise and, most important, followed to the end! "
Believe me: it was hard! I now tell it to finish exorcise segway the evil spirit that lived until shortly after me.
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