<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3112338488250788798</id><updated>2012-02-17T20:54:02.324-02:00</updated><category term='hablando.'/><category term='coincidencias'/><category term='San Antonio'/><category term='COCHES'/><category term='reencarnación?'/><category term='rabia y energía'/><category term='gastronomía'/><category term='imita-mono'/><category term='RACIONAMIENTO'/><category term='VIAJES'/><category term='LIBERTAD FEMENINA'/><category term='RECICLAJE'/><category term='libros'/><category term='frutas brasileñas'/><category term='sometimiento'/><category term='hormonas'/><category term='oraciones'/><category 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term='AGRICULTURA BIODINÁMICA'/><category term='proverbios'/><category term='VICIOS'/><category term='un viejo amor'/><category term='cabello'/><category term='ARBORIZACIÓN'/><category term='MEDICINA VETERINARIA'/><category term='PELÍCULAS'/><category term='historia'/><category term='DEFORESTACIÓN'/><category term='educación familiar'/><category term='verano en Brasil'/><category term='demasiado amor'/><category term='PSICOSOMÁTICA'/><category term='inodoros vertederos aliviaderos rebosaderos desagües'/><category term='discusión conyugal'/><title type='text'>certain "Shrek"´s wife´s private diary / diario privado de la mujer de un "Shrek"</title><subtitle type='html'>Venezuelan woman living in Brasil since 1982 / Venezolana viviendo en Brasil desde 1982</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fionadeshrek.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3112338488250788798/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fionadeshrek.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3112338488250788798/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>F.I.O.N.A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03838661132135290354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1P9lYXUt3z4/SKdDzwzEJ8I/AAAAAAAAALI/DgGPJP0N2no/S220/fiona.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>1197</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3112338488250788798.post-1327302892053331769</id><published>2012-02-13T22:28:00.005-02:00</published><updated>2012-02-17T20:54:02.332-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nordeste brasileño'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CASTIGO'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='VIAJES'/><title type='text'>STATE OF BAHIA FROM NORTH TO SOUTH</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wIGEq3SmHaE/Tz7ZaGAfodI/AAAAAAAAC4E/LjKl2OTywrU/s1600/2012%2B02%2B14%2Bteres%25C3%25B3oolis%2B052.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wIGEq3SmHaE/Tz7ZaGAfodI/AAAAAAAAC4E/LjKl2OTywrU/s400/2012%2B02%2B14%2Bteres%25C3%25B3oolis%2B052.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5710240419864879570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ibuana, BA, 545am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Furious because, according to him, I called him of being a drunk in front of his new friend (the bell boy of the Hotel Jardim in Estância SE where we had slept the night before last night) Shrek, yesterday, did not open his mouth during the whole day nor to drink beer or to say a single word, in order to punish me so that I could see how terrible it is to be without his help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Too bad that when it started to get dark he became the same Shrek as ever and began to complain because we should be looking for a hotel in any city.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The truth is that thanks to the "punishment" imposed on me, we took a lot of advantage almost crossing from North to South the huge State of Bahia. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You lose track of time. Yesterday it was Saturday and so banks do not open. Only on Monday at noon I can get money from Banco do Brasil in an agency itself as, with my expired card, I can not use the ATM service. So last night we did not dine and now we are in a hair raising hotel without wi-fi, with harsh pillows, I woke up hungry, well, we will face the adventure of traveling tomorrow with only 178 reais. Pure adrenaline.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ibuana, BA, 545am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Furioso porque, según él, lo llamé de borracho frente a su nuevo amigo (el cargador de maletas del Hotel Jardín en Estancia SE donde dormimos antenoche) ayer Shrek no abrió su boca en todo el día ni para beber cerveza ni para decir una única palabra, para castigarme y aprendiese lo terrible que es no contar con su ayuda.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Lástima que cuando empezó a anochecer volvió a ser el mismo Shrek de siempre y empezó a reclamar porque ya deberíamos estar buscando un hotel en alguna ciudad.&lt;br /&gt;Lo cierto es que gracias al “castigo” que me impuso, aprovechamos muchísimo el día y casi atravesamos de Norte a Sur todo el Estado de Bahía. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uno pierde la noción del tiempo. Ayer fue sábado y por eso los bancos no abren. Solamente el lunes al mediodía podré sacar dinero del Banco do Brasil en una agencia propiamente dicha pues con la tarjeta vencida no se puede usar el servicio de cajero electrónico. Por eso anoche no cenamos y estamos en un hotel “espelunca”, sin wi-fi, unas almohadas durísimas, me desperté con hambre, en fin, tendremos que enfrentar la aventura de seguir viaje hasta mañana con apenas  178 reales. Adrenalina pura.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3112338488250788798-1327302892053331769?l=fionadeshrek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fionadeshrek.blogspot.com/feeds/1327302892053331769/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3112338488250788798&amp;postID=1327302892053331769' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3112338488250788798/posts/default/1327302892053331769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3112338488250788798/posts/default/1327302892053331769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fionadeshrek.blogspot.com/2012/02/state-of-bahia-from-north-to-south.html' title='STATE OF BAHIA FROM NORTH TO SOUTH'/><author><name>F.I.O.N.A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03838661132135290354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1P9lYXUt3z4/SKdDzwzEJ8I/AAAAAAAAALI/DgGPJP0N2no/S220/fiona.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wIGEq3SmHaE/Tz7ZaGAfodI/AAAAAAAAC4E/LjKl2OTywrU/s72-c/2012%2B02%2B14%2Bteres%25C3%25B3oolis%2B052.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3112338488250788798.post-6108041333306655026</id><published>2012-02-13T22:27:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2012-02-17T15:58:09.652-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nordeste brasileño'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='VIAJES'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='política'/><title type='text'>ESTÂNCIA, SERGIPE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bhkaBNBcn7w/Tz6Uv66JxiI/AAAAAAAAC34/CwJK70iDiyQ/s1600/est%25C3%25A2ncia%2Bse.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 259px; height: 194px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bhkaBNBcn7w/Tz6Uv66JxiI/AAAAAAAAC34/CwJK70iDiyQ/s400/est%25C3%25A2ncia%2Bse.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5710164928540296738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estancia, SE, 400am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Yesterday I woke up at 4am in the horrible room 17 of Palmares "Hotel Visual" so I had enough time to write my blog, do my every day exercises, shower, fix my luggage and wake up Shrek and Xandón for the day in the road to be productive and we got it, victory! we made almost 600 kilometers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Last night down town, walking along with them looking for a hotel, I almost fell because my right foot got into a hole in the park we passed through. Sure, Shrek did not shout in advance "Look at the hole" as he does when I'm driving. the truth being told, he is an excellent co-pilot. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are many holes on the road because a new one in concrete cement  and not just asphalt in order to hold the weight of so many truckloads of cane to alcohol factories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; This city looks like a noble city. When we arrived to room 57 of the Hotel Jardim, the first thing I did was to recharge the batteries of the camera so I could take pictures of the huts of the landless, only in this State of Sergipe I've seen that, invading productive farms forcing the INCRA to buy those farms from the owners and distribute them among the invaders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estancia, SE, 400am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ayer me desperté a las 4am en el horrible cuarto 17 del Hotel Visual en Palmares por lo que me dio tiempo de escribir mi blog, hacer toda mi gimnasia, bañarme, arreglar mi equipaje y despertar a Shrek y Xandón para que el día nos rindiera en la carretera con lo que conseguimos ¡victoria! hacer casi 600 kilómetros.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anoche por el centro de esta ciudad, caminando junto con ellos buscando un hotel, casi me caigo porque se me torció el pie derecho en un hueco  del parque que atravesábamos. Claro, Shrek no gritó con antecedencia “Olha o buraco!” (¡Mira el hueco!) como hace cuando estoy manejando. La verdad sea dicha es un excelente co-piloto. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Están haciendo la carretera de concreto  porque el asfalto no aguanta el peso de tantos camiones cargados de caña para las fábricas de alcohol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esta ciudad es señorial. Al llegar aquí lo primero que hice fue poner a recargar las pilas de la cámara fotográfica por lo que no pude tomar fotos de las chozas de los sin-tierra, solamente en este Estado de Sergipe que he visto eso, que invaden haciendas productivas obligando al INCRA a comprarlas del propietario y repartirla entre los invasores.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3112338488250788798-6108041333306655026?l=fionadeshrek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fionadeshrek.blogspot.com/feeds/6108041333306655026/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3112338488250788798&amp;postID=6108041333306655026' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3112338488250788798/posts/default/6108041333306655026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3112338488250788798/posts/default/6108041333306655026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fionadeshrek.blogspot.com/2012/02/estancia-sergipe.html' title='ESTÂNCIA, SERGIPE'/><author><name>F.I.O.N.A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03838661132135290354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1P9lYXUt3z4/SKdDzwzEJ8I/AAAAAAAAALI/DgGPJP0N2no/S220/fiona.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bhkaBNBcn7w/Tz6Uv66JxiI/AAAAAAAAC34/CwJK70iDiyQ/s72-c/est%25C3%25A2ncia%2Bse.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3112338488250788798.post-1473190872027609503</id><published>2012-02-10T22:17:00.004-02:00</published><updated>2012-02-16T21:11:01.615-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sistema'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='VIAJES'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='COCHES'/><title type='text'>BLUEBIRD DIFFICULTY / LA DIFICULTAD DE AZULILLO</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cleOxt9e_QI/Tz2MzAjuV2I/AAAAAAAAC3s/pwtcJ88nTTw/s1600/azulillo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 120px; height: 94px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cleOxt9e_QI/Tz2MzAjuV2I/AAAAAAAAC3s/pwtcJ88nTTw/s400/azulillo.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5709874710526711650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--f0uXjR1M5c/Tz2MENoeSJI/AAAAAAAAC3g/GRrinJU8TDI/s1600/2012%2B02%2B14%2Bteres%25C3%25B3oolis%2B002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--f0uXjR1M5c/Tz2MENoeSJI/AAAAAAAAC3g/GRrinJU8TDI/s400/2012%2B02%2B14%2Bteres%25C3%25B3oolis%2B002.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5709873906582440082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Palmeras, Alagoas, 430am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Yesterday Mr Lula, owner of the Hotel Liliane in Itabaiana PB, seeing the difficulty that Shrek and Xandón spent trying to fix our Blue Beetle that was with really ugly coughing like explosions, recommended his mechanic where he took us to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; That mechanic had a huge row of cars and their owners to attend but the imposing Mr. Lula walked us past all of them and in 14 minutes the mechanic fixed the points with what our little VW 73 blue beetle flew like a real bluebird, spending almost no gasoline, to this town called Palmares where we are staying at the "Hotel" Visual with a bathroom without door, a WC without a lid and ring, nor toilet paper or soap, but all very clean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; We wanted to get to Maceio but we caught the night in this city where Zumbi dos Palmares was born and for whom there is an official holiday in the State of Rio de Janeiro against racial discrimination towards black people altough not in other States where white people with blue eyes are more valued, even without any value at all, like in Venezuela.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Xandón and Shrek did nothing but argue the whole day ... I've got to have the patience of a saint!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Palmares, Alagoas, 415am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ayer el Sr. Lula, dueño del hotel Liliane de Itabaiana PB, viendo la dificultad por la que Shrek y Xandón pasaban tratando de arreglar nuestro escarabajo azul que realmente andaba tosiendo muy feo teniendo como explosiones, les indicó su mecánico a donde nos llevó. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ese mecánico tenía una fila inmensa de carros y sus dueños para atender pero el imponente Sr. Lula nos pasó por delante de todos y en 14 minutos el mecánico arregló los platinos con lo que nuestro Escarabajito azul voló como un Azulillo de verdad casi sin gastar gasolina hasta esta ciudad llamada Palmares donde estamos alojados en un “Hotel” con un baño sin puerta, un WC sin tapa ni aro, sin papel higiénico ni jabón, pero todo muy limpio. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretendíamos llegar a Maceió pero nos agarró la noche en esta ciudad que es la de Zumbí dos Palmares por quien hay un día de fiesta oficial en el Estado de Río de Janeiro contra la discriminación racial de los negros pero no en los otros Estados donde los blancos de ojos claros somos más valorizados, -aunque no valgamos nada-, tal cual en Venezuela.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shrek y Xandón no hicieron sino discutir todo el día… ¡Haya paciencia!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3112338488250788798-1473190872027609503?l=fionadeshrek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fionadeshrek.blogspot.com/feeds/1473190872027609503/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3112338488250788798&amp;postID=1473190872027609503' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3112338488250788798/posts/default/1473190872027609503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3112338488250788798/posts/default/1473190872027609503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fionadeshrek.blogspot.com/2012/02/bluebird-difficulty-la-dificultad-de.html' title='BLUEBIRD DIFFICULTY / LA DIFICULTAD DE AZULILLO'/><author><name>F.I.O.N.A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03838661132135290354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1P9lYXUt3z4/SKdDzwzEJ8I/AAAAAAAAALI/DgGPJP0N2no/S220/fiona.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cleOxt9e_QI/Tz2MzAjuV2I/AAAAAAAAC3s/pwtcJ88nTTw/s72-c/azulillo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3112338488250788798.post-1576618021173984894</id><published>2012-02-09T10:24:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2012-02-16T17:15:01.858-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='historia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='VIAJES'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gastronomía'/><title type='text'>ITABAIANA, PB, BRAZIL</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RRNA4SUKq8M/Tz1RmsEyGSI/AAAAAAAAC3U/X6LPeiPR1HI/s1600/sem%25C3%25A1foro%2Bverde.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RRNA4SUKq8M/Tz1RmsEyGSI/AAAAAAAAC3U/X6LPeiPR1HI/s400/sem%25C3%25A1foro%2Bverde.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5709809627683756322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Itabaiana PB, 530am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Now my mother´s ashes, besides being in various parts of Venezuela (Lobatera, Tariba and Michelena), in Spain and here in Brazil just in Teresópolis, they are also at Imaculada, the small town where we left many people crying for our departure yesterday at 9am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Xandón's suggestion for him to know Itabaiana, the city where his parents were born and where we are now, was accepted by Shrek so we started a way back to Teresópolis different from what we did in coming. We had lunch at Soledade and arrived here at 7pm after passing Campina Grande (where we bought a bottle of Cabernet Sauvignon with which we dine outdoors under the moonlight and the sound of samba batteries, testing for Mardi Gras parades), a succulent soup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Before the soup we visited Maria Paulo (Shrek and Xandón´s only living relative to rest here after the great escape by the drought of the 60's), an old lady with a fabulous head. She remembered me right away although we were here just 1 day 11 years ago. Then we visited Alaíde, Xandon´s mother´s best friend. He cried a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Itabaiana PB, 530am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahora las cenizas de mi mamá, además de estar un poco en varios lugares de Venezuela (Lobatera, Táriba y Michelena), en España y aquí en Brasil en Teresópolis, también están en Imaculada, la pequeña ciudad donde dejamos mucha gente llorando por nuestra partida, ayer a las 9am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por sugerencia de Xandón que quería conocer la ciudad donde nacieron sus padres y donde estamos ahora, comenzamos un camino de regreso a Teresópolis diferente del que hicimos en la venida. Almorzamos en Soledade y llegamos  aquí a Itabaiana a las 7 de la noche después de pasar por Campina Grande (donde compramos una botella de Cabernet Sauvignon con la que cenamos al aire libre bajo la luz de la luna y el ruido de las baterías de samba, ensayando para los desfiles del carnaval), una sopa  suculenta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Antes de la sopa visitamos a María Paulo, el único pariente vivo de Shrek y Xandón que restó aquí después de la gran fuga por la seca de los años 60, una viejita con una cabeza fabulosa. Se acordó de mí al instante y eso que estuvimos aquí un solo día hace 11 años. Después visitamos a Alaíde, la mejor amiga de Antonia. Xandón lloró mucho.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3112338488250788798-1576618021173984894?l=fionadeshrek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fionadeshrek.blogspot.com/feeds/1576618021173984894/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3112338488250788798&amp;postID=1576618021173984894' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3112338488250788798/posts/default/1576618021173984894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3112338488250788798/posts/default/1576618021173984894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fionadeshrek.blogspot.com/2012/02/itabaiana-pb-brazil.html' title='ITABAIANA, PB, BRAZIL'/><author><name>F.I.O.N.A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03838661132135290354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1P9lYXUt3z4/SKdDzwzEJ8I/AAAAAAAAALI/DgGPJP0N2no/S220/fiona.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RRNA4SUKq8M/Tz1RmsEyGSI/AAAAAAAAC3U/X6LPeiPR1HI/s72-c/sem%25C3%25A1foro%2Bverde.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3112338488250788798.post-7036918200849980296</id><published>2012-02-09T10:22:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2012-02-16T16:03:07.334-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CASTIGO'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='VIAJES'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='COCHES'/><title type='text'>LOST / PERDIDOS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ApzcvmJLIWk/Tz1EjLCcLnI/AAAAAAAAC3I/W6vAg9uCS0I/s1600/2012%2B02%2B08%2Bitabaiana%2B047.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ApzcvmJLIWk/Tz1EjLCcLnI/AAAAAAAAC3I/W6vAg9uCS0I/s400/2012%2B02%2B08%2Bitabaiana%2B047.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5709795273624792690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imaculada, 500am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Yesterday we were ready from exactly 700am waiting for powerful Josa Alves who the day before had promised us to come and get us to know an area of ​​2 800 hectares that was being sold by its owner a man named Luis Figueredo, who lived in Mãe d'Agua, a town 36 miles away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; But it was 9 when we decided to do what we did almost daily during the 17 days of our stay here: go to Santa Terezinha to connect to the Internet while Shrek and Xandón waited for me at the Restaurant Sobral eating hallaquitas, drinking beer and talking with a very young and pretty waitress they falled in love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; When I finished I suggested that we would know Mãe d'Agua, chat with the owner of the 2 800 hectares and see the documentation that he had for that land. They agreed and off we went.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; But we got lost and during 3 hours our little VW 73 blue beetle went through trails for mules or motorcycles showing that it really is a strong and magnificent small Tractor. Of course Shrek, furious, filled me with insults during the same quantity of hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imaculada, 500am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ayer estuvimos listos desde exactamente las 700am esperando al poderoso Josa Alves quien el día anterior nos había prometido que vendría a buscarnos para llevarnos a conocer un terreno de 2 800 hectáreas que estaba siendo vendido por su propietario un tal Luiz Figueredo, el cual vivía en Mãe d´Agua, una ciudad a 36 kilómetros de aquí.  &lt;br /&gt;Pero ya eran las 9 cuando decidimos hacer lo mismo que hicimos casi que diariamente durante los  17 días de nuestra estadía aquí: ir a Santa Terezinha para conectarme a Internet mientras Xandón y Shrek me esperaban en el Restaurant Sobral comiendo hallaquitas, bebiendo cerveza y conversando con una camarera muy jovencita y bonita de quien se enamoraron.&lt;br /&gt;Cuando terminé les propuse que fuésemos a conocer Mãe d´Agua, conversar con el propietario de las 2 800 hectáreas y ver la documentación que tenía del terreno. Ellos aceptaron y para allá nos fuimos. &lt;br /&gt;Pero nos hemos echado una perdida de padre y señor mío andando 3 horas por sendas para mulas o motocicletas con lo cual nuestro Escarabajito VW 73 demostró que realmente es un fuerte y magnífico tractorcito. Por supuesto Shrek, furiosísimo, me llenó de improperios durante la misma cantidad de horas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3112338488250788798-7036918200849980296?l=fionadeshrek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fionadeshrek.blogspot.com/feeds/7036918200849980296/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3112338488250788798&amp;postID=7036918200849980296' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3112338488250788798/posts/default/7036918200849980296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3112338488250788798/posts/default/7036918200849980296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fionadeshrek.blogspot.com/2012/02/lost-perdidos.html' title='LOST / PERDIDOS'/><author><name>F.I.O.N.A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03838661132135290354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1P9lYXUt3z4/SKdDzwzEJ8I/AAAAAAAAALI/DgGPJP0N2no/S220/fiona.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ApzcvmJLIWk/Tz1EjLCcLnI/AAAAAAAAC3I/W6vAg9uCS0I/s72-c/2012%2B02%2B08%2Bitabaiana%2B047.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3112338488250788798.post-5029517383097606124</id><published>2012-02-07T11:32:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2012-02-15T17:32:41.952-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ARBORIZACIÓN'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='VIAJES'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='educación escolar'/><title type='text'>GOOD BYE  IMACULADA! / ADIÓS IMACULADA!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_sCkKSWA5Rk/TzwH6mZsBqI/AAAAAAAAC28/Lz7DmQF9YDg/s1600/2012%2B02%2B03%2BIMACULADA%2B058.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_sCkKSWA5Rk/TzwH6mZsBqI/AAAAAAAAC28/Lz7DmQF9YDg/s400/2012%2B02%2B03%2BIMACULADA%2B058.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5709447130921043618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imaculada, 500am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Yesterday I bought from my neighbor Vilany 2 collars to give as remembrance and gratitude, 1 to Gorete who lent us this house, and another one to Nohemia, Mr. Chila´s wife. I also bought a pair of earrings for Nesi, the Paraiban Male Woman and a bracelet for Lady Judith.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Vilany had never made such a good sale in her life as jewels seller.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; In the Santa Terezinha Lan House where I was almost every day to connect to the Internet I bought from Raqueliña the am girl who also sells Natura Product, a men's fragrance for Mr. Joacil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; In the afternoon I visited Gorete and Mrs. Judith, gave them their presents and also the one for Mr. Joacil who is Judith´s friendly brother and who had already returned to his home in Teixeira, the place Shrek liked even more than Imaculada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; They say all goodbyes are sad and I don´t want to mourn because tears attract more tears, but maybe my dream of planting trees in the Northeast, started to concretizase recognizing that the first step is to use the media and public education aimed to infant population.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imaculada, 500am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ayer le compré a mi vecina Vilany 2 collares para darle de recuerdo  y agradecimiento, 1 a Gorete por habernos cedido esta casa, y otro a Nohemia la esposa del Sr. Chila. También un par de zarcillos para Nesí la Paraíba Mujer Macho y una pulsera para  Doña Judith. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vilany nunca había hecho una venta tan buena en toda su vida de las prenditas finas que ofrece.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;En el Lan House de Santa Terezinha donde fui casi todos los días a conectarme a Internet le compré a Raqueliña la chica de la mañana quien también vende productos Natura un perfume masculino para el Sr. Joacil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;En la tarde visitamos a Gorete y a Doña Judith a quien también le entregué el regalo de su hermano el amable Sr. Joacil pues él ya había regresado a su casa en Teixeira que fue el lugar que le gustó a Shrek, más que Imaculada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dicen que todas las despedidas son tristes y no quiero llorar porque llanto atrae más llanto, pero tal vez mi sueño de “Arborizar el Nordeste” comenzó a concretizase reconociendo que el primer paso consiste en utilizar los medios de comunicación y educación pública dirigidos a la populación infantil.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3112338488250788798-5029517383097606124?l=fionadeshrek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fionadeshrek.blogspot.com/feeds/5029517383097606124/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3112338488250788798&amp;postID=5029517383097606124' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3112338488250788798/posts/default/5029517383097606124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3112338488250788798/posts/default/5029517383097606124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fionadeshrek.blogspot.com/2012/02/good-bye-imaculada-adios-imaculada.html' title='GOOD BYE  IMACULADA! / ADIÓS IMACULADA!'/><author><name>F.I.O.N.A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03838661132135290354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1P9lYXUt3z4/SKdDzwzEJ8I/AAAAAAAAALI/DgGPJP0N2no/S220/fiona.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_sCkKSWA5Rk/TzwH6mZsBqI/AAAAAAAAC28/Lz7DmQF9YDg/s72-c/2012%2B02%2B03%2BIMACULADA%2B058.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3112338488250788798.post-7791058038898364433</id><published>2012-02-06T12:52:00.007-02:00</published><updated>2012-02-09T10:45:05.271-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ARBORIZACIÓN'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='oraciones'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='EXCESOS'/><title type='text'>RADIO INTERVIEW / LA ENTREVISTA  RADIAL</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6u1fo87kKHk/TzO_wzqC9xI/AAAAAAAAC2w/dsrGVnKZMzo/s1600/entrevita%2Bradial.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6u1fo87kKHk/TzO_wzqC9xI/AAAAAAAAC2w/dsrGVnKZMzo/s400/entrevita%2Bradial.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5707115998029739794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imaculada, 500am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since we had gone to bed late the night before for being in the "Cantoria", without breakfast and without having done my gymnastics we went early yesterday morning to the fair that in this town takes place on Sundays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I conected to Internet a bit in the computer of rural workers' union, I lost from Shrek and Xandón so I went up to the church looking for them and where I prayed. No one except a battery and other musical instruments were there (I had entered through a side door as the main one was closed). A humble temple but immaculatly clean, bright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I returned to the car and there they were. Back home I had coffee, brushed my teeth and we walked up the radio station FM Immaculate, where Castañeda´s sorcerer (Mr. Chila) was waiting for us to interview us on his program "Roots". It was a 2 hours interview but between a question and another keynote speaker Tonino put a Luiz Gonzaga´s piede of music.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Oh what a shame! Shrek, who the night before did nothing but drink beer, half drunk spoke more of the account. I, who never before in my long life had spoken by radio, I had to answer, trembling, 2 eco-questions asked by telephone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imaculada, 500am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como nos habíamos acostado tarde la noche anterior por estar en la ”Cantoría”, sin desayuno  y sin haber hecho mis ejercicios de gimnasia nos fuimos ayer temprano en la mañana a la feria de este pueblo que es los domingos. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mientras navegué un poquito en el computador del sindicato de los trabajadores rurales, Shrek y Xandón se me perdieron y los fui a buscar a la iglesia donde recé. No había nadie excepto una batería y otros instrumentos musicales y entré por una puerta lateral pues las principales estaban cerradas. Un  templo humilde pero inmaculadamente limpio, brillante.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Volví al carro y allí nos encontramos. Regresamos, tomé café, cepillé los dientes y nos fuimos caminando hasta la radio-estación Imaculada FM donde el brujo de Castañedas el  Sr. Chila nos estaba esperando para una entrevista en su programa “Raíces”. Fueron 2 horas de entrevista pero entre una pregunta y otra el locutor principal Toniño colocaba una música de Luiz Gonzaga.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;¡Ay qué vergüenza! Shrek, que desde la noche anterior no hacía sino beber cerveza, medio borracho habló más de la cuenta. Yo, que nunca antes en toda mi larga vida había hablado por radio, tuve que responder, temblando, 2 eco-preguntas hechas telefónicamente.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3112338488250788798-7791058038898364433?l=fionadeshrek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fionadeshrek.blogspot.com/feeds/7791058038898364433/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3112338488250788798&amp;postID=7791058038898364433' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3112338488250788798/posts/default/7791058038898364433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3112338488250788798/posts/default/7791058038898364433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fionadeshrek.blogspot.com/2012/02/radio-interview-la-entrevista-radial.html' title='RADIO INTERVIEW / LA ENTREVISTA  RADIAL'/><author><name>F.I.O.N.A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03838661132135290354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1P9lYXUt3z4/SKdDzwzEJ8I/AAAAAAAAALI/DgGPJP0N2no/S220/fiona.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6u1fo87kKHk/TzO_wzqC9xI/AAAAAAAAC2w/dsrGVnKZMzo/s72-c/entrevita%2Bradial.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3112338488250788798.post-4483036874701502160</id><published>2012-02-06T12:48:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2012-02-07T11:51:16.335-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='historia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='libros'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='música'/><title type='text'>"CANTORIA"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-C6_fHdIsfMw/TzEsKTuSXTI/AAAAAAAAC2k/oY78ov-MKWw/s1600/CANTORIA.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-C6_fHdIsfMw/TzEsKTuSXTI/AAAAAAAAC2k/oY78ov-MKWw/s400/CANTORIA.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5706390758459858226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imaculada, 600am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Among the infant-juvenile books in the library of the school where we are staying (here in Brazil, being south of Ecuador, summer is now when in the North is winter and the kids are on vacation), yesterday I started reading "The tree that gave money" by Domingos Pellegrini, published in 1981 by Editora Atica, well written and quite interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xandón and I wanted to get to know a town called Agua Branca, 16 km. before Tabira, where the fair is on Saturdays but Shrek did it like the road where cars, almost flying, a real roller coaster, go down a giant cliff and then upload it using the first gear spending a lot of petrol that here costs 1.50 euros per liter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to Santa Terezinha, 2 hours later we returned, we had lunch, I gave music lessons to Fabiño, assisted and took communion at the 7pm Mass in St. Joseph's Church next door, had dinner and stayed until 1am on a "cantorate" where 2 men each with a viola (12-string guitar) tell stories in verse. We loved our own story in which they even included Hugo Chavez, entirely sung like an epic poem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imaculada, 600am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entre los libros infanto-juveniles que hay en la biblioteca de esta escuelita donde estamos alojados (aquí en Brasil, por estar al Sur del Ecuador, el verano es ahora cuando en los países del Norte es invierno y los niños están de vacaciones), ayer comencé a leer “El árbol que daba dinero” de Domingos Pellegrini, publicado en 1981 por la Editora Ática, bien escrito y bastante interesante. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xandón y yo queríamos ir a conocer una ciudad llamada Agua Branca donde hay feria los sábados pero Shrek no quiso pues queda antes de Tabira y no le gustó la montaña rusa que es la carretera donde los carros bajan volando unos precipicios gigantescos para luego subirlos casi en la primera velocidad gastando mucha gasolina que aquí cuesta 1,50 euros cada litro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuimos a Santa Terezinha, 2 horas después regresamos, almorzamos, le di clases de música a Fabiño, asistimos y comulgamos a la misa de 7pm en la iglesia de San José aquí al lado, cenamos y estuvimos hasta la 1am en una “cantoría” donde 2 hombres cada uno con una viola (guitarra de 12 cuerdas) cuentan historias en verso. Nos encantaron cantando la nuestra y hasta Hugo Chávez apareció en la historia.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3112338488250788798-4483036874701502160?l=fionadeshrek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fionadeshrek.blogspot.com/feeds/4483036874701502160/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3112338488250788798&amp;postID=4483036874701502160' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3112338488250788798/posts/default/4483036874701502160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3112338488250788798/posts/default/4483036874701502160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fionadeshrek.blogspot.com/2012/02/cantoria.html' title='&quot;CANTORIA&quot;'/><author><name>F.I.O.N.A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03838661132135290354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1P9lYXUt3z4/SKdDzwzEJ8I/AAAAAAAAALI/DgGPJP0N2no/S220/fiona.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-C6_fHdIsfMw/TzEsKTuSXTI/AAAAAAAAC2k/oY78ov-MKWw/s72-c/CANTORIA.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3112338488250788798.post-916656340048191955</id><published>2012-02-04T13:43:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2012-02-06T13:45:35.528-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nordeste brasileño'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='música'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='COCHES'/><title type='text'>MUSIC LEARNIG / APRENDIENDO MÚSICA</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-B6EVYgYzEK8/Ty_yzQj_dQI/AAAAAAAAC2Y/hxP08zjyC7o/s1600/2012%2B02%2B04%2BIMACULADA%2B013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-B6EVYgYzEK8/Ty_yzQj_dQI/AAAAAAAAC2Y/hxP08zjyC7o/s400/2012%2B02%2B04%2BIMACULADA%2B013.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5706046215334884610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Immaculate, 700am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday Shrek and Xandón were all day very proud and happy because they got, while I surfed on the Internet at Santa Terezinha, to find a new "throttle out" for our VW Beetle 73 on a parts store and ... and put it on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  From the day before when it  burst (drived by myself down town), Shrek was very worried. Xandón had stayed here and had to go in the same moto-taxi that took me from down town, along with the flashlight and extra batteries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yesterday, just amended, we went to Santa Terezinha very slowly went because in this so small city there is only 1 parts store and for motorcycles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was dark when we went to the house of a neighbor boy about 8 years called Fabiño, because Shrek, who was drunk, wanted to talk to the mother of that child to ask her if she would give him for adoption. She is very pretty but has a husband who works in Minas Gerais and comes every 8 days and 3 other children. She accepted if we adopted the whole family. The house where they live is very humble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gave my Casio keyboard to Gorette for children of this house to learn music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imaculada, 700am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ayer Shrek y Xandón estuvieron todo el día muy orgullosos y felices pues consiguieron, mientras yo navegaba en la Internet en Santa Terezinha, encontrar un “cabo de acelerador” nuevo  para nuestro VW 73 Escarabajo en una tienda de repuestos y… ¡colocárselo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Desde el día anterior cuando se reventó (manejándolo yo en el centro de esta ciudad), Shrek andaba preocupadísimo. Xandón se había quedado aquí y tuve que venir en la misma moto-taxi que lo llevó a él al centro junto con la linterna y pilas de repuesto. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Consiguieron enmendar el cabo viejo y despacito nos fuimos a Santa Terezinha ayer pues en esta ciudad tan pequeña solamente hay tienda de repuestos para motocicletas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya oscuro nos fuimos hasta la casa de un niño vecino de unos 8 años que llaman Fabiño pues Shrek, ya borracho, quería hablar con la mamá de ese niño para que nos lo diera en adopción. Ella es lindísima pero tiene su marido que trabaja en Minas Gerais y viene cada 8 días y otros 3 niños. Acepta si los adoptamos a todos juntos. La casa donde viven es humildísima. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Le regalé a Gorette mi teclado Casio para que los niños de esta casa aprendan música.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3112338488250788798-916656340048191955?l=fionadeshrek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fionadeshrek.blogspot.com/feeds/916656340048191955/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3112338488250788798&amp;postID=916656340048191955' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3112338488250788798/posts/default/916656340048191955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3112338488250788798/posts/default/916656340048191955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fionadeshrek.blogspot.com/2012/02/music-learnig-aprendiendo-musica.html' title='MUSIC LEARNIG / APRENDIENDO MÚSICA'/><author><name>F.I.O.N.A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03838661132135290354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1P9lYXUt3z4/SKdDzwzEJ8I/AAAAAAAAALI/DgGPJP0N2no/S220/fiona.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-B6EVYgYzEK8/Ty_yzQj_dQI/AAAAAAAAC2Y/hxP08zjyC7o/s72-c/2012%2B02%2B04%2BIMACULADA%2B013.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3112338488250788798.post-3817898800377538293</id><published>2012-02-03T10:52:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2012-02-06T13:28:50.339-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='culinária'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='libros'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DEFORESTACIÓN'/><title type='text'>CASTAÑEDA´ SORCERER / EL BRUJO DE CASTAÑEDA</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cIEtc9kgvck/Ty_xF5DqwjI/AAAAAAAAC2M/e84yWqo2T4w/s1600/EL%2BBRUJO%2BDE%2BCASTA%25C3%2591EDAS.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cIEtc9kgvck/Ty_xF5DqwjI/AAAAAAAAC2M/e84yWqo2T4w/s400/EL%2BBRUJO%2BDE%2BCASTA%25C3%2591EDAS.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5706044336419553842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imaculada, 630am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday February 2, 2012, in our 11th useless day staying in this city, it was that, almost miraculously, after going for the 4th time to Mr. Joacil, Secretary of Administration of the City Hall, we saw a light at the end of the tunnel. He told us that what we were looking for at the City Hall we could find it out better and faster in the Union of Rural Workers with Jaimiño, the same man that provides Internet for the city. And Jaiminho introduced us to whom I considered the sorcerer Don Juan from Castañeda´s books, here known as Chila.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the 4 of us we went to his 12 hectares estate, a true goats wasteland, of course, for a year without rain. We talked half an hour in his dining room and then his wife Nohemia, a woman infinitely thin, ugly, looking about 100 years, but moving like a hummingbird, served us lunch (rice, beans, "farofa" and chicken) with guava juice. Bananiña dessert. Sweet, loving, hilarious, she had spent the morning as midwife for the first baby of Miña Neguiña, her adopted daughter, a cow that was orphaned at birth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the evening we received the surprising visit of the mighty Josa Alves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imaculada, 630am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ayer jueves 2 de Febrero de 2012, en nuestro 11º día inútil de estadía en esta ciudad, fue que, casi milagrosamente, después de ir por 4ª vez donde el Sr. Joacil, Secretário de Administración de la Alcaldía, vimos una luz al final del túnel. Pues él nos confesó que lo que buscábamos en la Alcaldía lo encontraríamos mejor y más rápido en el Sindicato de los Trabajadores Rurales con Jaimiño, el mismo que provee Internet para la ciudad. Y Jaiminho nos presentó al que consideré el propio brujo Don Juan de Castañedas, aquí conocido como Chila.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y nos fuimos los 4 a su hacienda de 12 hectáreas, un verdadero peladero de chivos, claro, desde hace un año no llueve. Conversamos media hora en el comedor y llegó su esposa Nohemia, una mujer infinitamente flaca, fea,  parecía que tenía 100 años, pero se movía como un colibrí, nos sirvió almuerzo (arroz, caraotas, “farofa” y pollo) con jugo de guayaba. De postre bananiña. Cariñosísima, divertidísima, había estado toda la mañana de partera del primer parto de &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Miña Neguiña&lt;/span&gt;, su hija adoptiva, una vaca que al nacer había quedado huérfana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;En la noche llegó a nuestra casa de visita el poderoso Josa Alves.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3112338488250788798-3817898800377538293?l=fionadeshrek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fionadeshrek.blogspot.com/feeds/3817898800377538293/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3112338488250788798&amp;postID=3817898800377538293' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3112338488250788798/posts/default/3817898800377538293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3112338488250788798/posts/default/3817898800377538293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fionadeshrek.blogspot.com/2012/02/castaneda-sorcerer-el-brujo-de.html' title='CASTAÑEDA´ SORCERER / EL BRUJO DE CASTAÑEDA'/><author><name>F.I.O.N.A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03838661132135290354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1P9lYXUt3z4/SKdDzwzEJ8I/AAAAAAAAALI/DgGPJP0N2no/S220/fiona.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cIEtc9kgvck/Ty_xF5DqwjI/AAAAAAAAC2M/e84yWqo2T4w/s72-c/EL%2BBRUJO%2BDE%2BCASTA%25C3%2591EDAS.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3112338488250788798.post-5833406970357695763</id><published>2012-02-03T10:49:00.004-02:00</published><updated>2012-02-04T14:04:52.706-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='discusión conyugal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='VIAJES'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='religión'/><title type='text'>WATERMELON-CROSS / LA PATILLA-CRUZ</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-slxj6EsiR8I/Ty1WJkDNPWI/AAAAAAAAC10/zCq-oD9fpyY/s1600/PATILLA-CRUZ.tif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-slxj6EsiR8I/Ty1WJkDNPWI/AAAAAAAAC10/zCq-oD9fpyY/s400/PATILLA-CRUZ.tif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5705311025244224866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Immaculate, 500am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing is perfect. Back in Teresópolis there is so much  moisture that everything is full of mold. Here even my hair is full of dust. Yesterday we visited a nearby town called Tabira. When I read the name on a motorcycle tag I could not believe it: "Tariba"! Is there a city here so far with the same name of the Venezuelan city where my father was born and my mom grew up? Then read it again. But it is not as close as Santa Terezinha. They were 40 kilometers of deep descents and sharp increases. The road is great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stayed in the first lan-house we found and Xandón and Shrek went for a walk, do some shopping and drink beer. As I liked, when we passed by, the green fields, the first thing I did was to search on the Internet the altitude above the sea level of that such Tabira. Was less than 600. What will the heat be in the rainy season?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shrek and I discussed there because of a watermelon. Never before in my long life I had loaded one. I bought it but Shrek got content only when, already here in  Imaculada, I walked 1 kilometer carrying that 4 kilos watermelon that I thought were 8 kilos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imaculada, 500am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nada es perfecto. Allá en Teresópolis con tanta humedad todo se llena de moho. Aquí hasta el cabello se llena de polvo.  Ayer fuimos a conocer una ciudad próxima llamada Tabira. Cuando leí ese nombre en la placa de una motocicleta no lo podía creer: ¡“Táriba”! ¿Hay aquí tan lejos una ciudad con el mismo nombre de la ciudad venezolana donde mi papá nació y mi mamá se crió? Entonces lo leí de nuevo. Pero no está tan próxima cuanto Santa Terezinha. Fueron 40 kilómetros de profundas bajadas y fuertes subidas. La carretera está buenísima. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me quedé en el primer lan-house que encontramos y Xandón y Shrek se fueron a caminar, hacer algunas compras y beber cerveza. Como me gustó mucho por donde pasamos, los campos verdes, lo primero que hice en la Internet fue buscar la altitud sobre el nivel del mar de esa tal Tabira. No llegaba a 600. ¿Cómo será el calor en la época de lluvias?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Allá Shrek y yo discutimos por culpa de una patilla. Jamás antes en mi larga vida había cargado una. La compré y Shrek solamente se contentó cuando, ya aquí en Imaculada, caminé 1 kilómetro cargando sus 4 kilos que me parecieron 8.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3112338488250788798-5833406970357695763?l=fionadeshrek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fionadeshrek.blogspot.com/feeds/5833406970357695763/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3112338488250788798&amp;postID=5833406970357695763' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3112338488250788798/posts/default/5833406970357695763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3112338488250788798/posts/default/5833406970357695763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fionadeshrek.blogspot.com/2012/02/watermelon-cross-la-patilla-cruz.html' title='WATERMELON-CROSS / LA PATILLA-CRUZ'/><author><name>F.I.O.N.A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03838661132135290354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1P9lYXUt3z4/SKdDzwzEJ8I/AAAAAAAAALI/DgGPJP0N2no/S220/fiona.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-slxj6EsiR8I/Ty1WJkDNPWI/AAAAAAAAC10/zCq-oD9fpyY/s72-c/PATILLA-CRUZ.tif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3112338488250788798.post-6801620397231750911</id><published>2012-02-01T11:50:00.005-02:00</published><updated>2012-02-03T11:24:45.316-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sistema'/><title type='text'>OFFICIAL CAR / EL CARRO OFICIAL</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0gMzs-AWVy0/TyvfCg5w-rI/AAAAAAAAC1o/gVhWu_XQPDE/s1600/OFFICIAL%2BCAR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 195px; height: 133px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0gMzs-AWVy0/TyvfCg5w-rI/AAAAAAAAC1o/gVhWu_XQPDE/s400/OFFICIAL%2BCAR.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5704898587279817394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Immaculate, 630am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shrek dressed his ironed (by Vilany, (our neighbor, and now my false daughter because she accompanied me in the afternoon walk and in the bakery they asked if I was her mom and I said yes) pants, shaved and went to deliver the draft of the loan agreement to Mr. Joacil, Administrator of the municipality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course the draft was all wrong but thank God the General Counsel can only accommodate us next Monday February 6 at Patos, 72 miles away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said we should ask to the &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Health &lt;/span&gt;Ministry called Lucia (as my mom was called and she also looks very much to my Sevillian Sister) a car to take us to Patos on Monday. I´m so stupid I did not understand the scheme and I proposed that we would go in our beetle to his home in Teixeira and from Teiseira in his car to Patos and that we paid the gasoline. He was silent. He gave me his phone number. I wonder if the "car" was to be an ambulance with a driver and so on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the mayor we went to Santa Terezinha where I surfed 2 hours on the Internet from where I cried for help to my lawyer friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imaculada, 630am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shrek se puso su pantalón planchado por Vilany, -nuestra vecina y ahora también hija postiza pues me acompañó en la tarde a caminar y en la panadería le preguntaron si yo era su mamá y yo dije que sí-, se afeitó y fuimos a entregar el borrador del Contrato de Comodato al Sr.Joacil, Administrador  de la Alcaldía.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Claro que estaba todo errado pero gracias a Dios el Asesor Jurídico solamente puede atendernos el lunes que viene 6 de febrero, en Patos, a 72 kilómetros de aquí. &lt;br /&gt;Él nos pidió que fuésemos a hablar con la Secretaria de &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Salud&lt;/span&gt; que se llama Lucía como mi mamá pero es idéntica a mi hermana sevillana para que solicitásemos un carro que nos llevase a Patos el lunes. Yo de burra no entendí el esquema y quedamos en que iríamos en nuestro  Escarabajito hasta su casa en Teixeira y de allí seguíamos en su carro hasta Patos y nosotros pagábamos la gasolina. Él se quedó callado. Me dio su teléfono. ¿Será que el “carro” es una ambulancia con chofer y todo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De la alcaldía nos fuimos a Santa Terezinha donde navegué 2 horas en la Internet desde donde pedí auxilio a mis amigos abogados.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3112338488250788798-6801620397231750911?l=fionadeshrek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fionadeshrek.blogspot.com/feeds/6801620397231750911/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3112338488250788798&amp;postID=6801620397231750911' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3112338488250788798/posts/default/6801620397231750911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3112338488250788798/posts/default/6801620397231750911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fionadeshrek.blogspot.com/2012/02/official-car-el-carro-oficial.html' title='OFFICIAL CAR / EL CARRO OFICIAL'/><author><name>F.I.O.N.A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03838661132135290354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1P9lYXUt3z4/SKdDzwzEJ8I/AAAAAAAAALI/DgGPJP0N2no/S220/fiona.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0gMzs-AWVy0/TyvfCg5w-rI/AAAAAAAAC1o/gVhWu_XQPDE/s72-c/OFFICIAL%2BCAR.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3112338488250788798.post-5372874207945076031</id><published>2012-01-31T13:32:00.004-02:00</published><updated>2012-02-03T11:14:35.256-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sistema'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ARTE culinária'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='EXCESOS'/><title type='text'>A MAGIC WALK / UNA CAMINATA MÁGICA</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-anKYpvQboHU/TyvdEcdG-kI/AAAAAAAAC1c/fsLisdY5dmE/s1600/A%2BMAGIC%2BWALK.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-anKYpvQboHU/TyvdEcdG-kI/AAAAAAAAC1c/fsLisdY5dmE/s400/A%2BMAGIC%2BWALK.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5704896421422365250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Immaculate, 500am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a shame! I promised the mayor I would take the draft of the contract yesterday but I could not go because Shrek was drunk. Today I'll go even alone although who has to sign the contract is Shrek, the President of the revived ABESRAN / San Raimundo Nonato Beneficial Association.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Mea culpa&lt;/span&gt;. I took bath, dressed on my best clothes (washed and ironed by my neighbor Vilany) I had, but at the last minute decided to go before to Santa Terezinha because on Mondays there is a good public market of vegetables and fruits that ends at noon. I took time to get money from the Bank and browse the &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;lan-house&lt;/span&gt; while Shrek and Xandón bought carrots, apples, bananas, tomatoes, etc.. And .... between a kiosk and another, they drank beer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When he finally appeared in the lan house for having finished shopping, he was drunk. We came home, had lunch and we walked to a nearby lake where he wanted to swim with clothes, boots and all. The walk was magical. When we got back here it was dark and we went out again to buy wine for dinner. Then I met a man named Orlando who obsessively wants to leave with us but his mom and his daughter do not want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imaculada, 500am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¡Qué vergüenza! Le prometí al alcalde que llevaría ayer la minuta del contrato y no pude ir porque Shrek se emborrachó. Hoy iré ni que sea sola aunque quien tiene que firmar el contrato es él como Presidente de la resucitada ABESRAN/Asociación Beneficiente San Raimundo Nonato. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Mea culpa&lt;/span&gt;. Tomé baño, me puse la mejor ropa limpia y planchada (por mi vecina Vilany) que tenía, pero a última hora decidimos ir antes a Santa Terezinha pues los lunes hay allá una feria buena de verduras y frutas que termina al mediodía.  Aproveché entonces para sacar dinero del Banco y navegar en el &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;lan-house&lt;/span&gt; mientras Xandón y Shrek compraban zanahorias, manzanas, cambures, tomates, etc. Y…. entre un quiosco y otro bebían cerveza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuando finalmente apareció Shrek en el &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt; lan house&lt;/span&gt; por haber terminado de hacer las compras, ya estaba embriagado. Regresamos a casa, almorzamos y fuimos caminando hasta un lago próximo donde él quería bañarse con ropa, botas y todo. El paseo fue mágico. Cuando llegamos aquí de regreso ya estaba oscuro y salimos de nuevo a comprar vino para la cena. Entonces conocí a un tal Orlando que quiere obsesionadamente  irse con nosotros pero, su mamá y su hija no quieren.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3112338488250788798-5372874207945076031?l=fionadeshrek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fionadeshrek.blogspot.com/feeds/5372874207945076031/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3112338488250788798&amp;postID=5372874207945076031' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3112338488250788798/posts/default/5372874207945076031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3112338488250788798/posts/default/5372874207945076031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fionadeshrek.blogspot.com/2012/01/magic-walk-una-caminata-magica.html' title='A MAGIC WALK / UNA CAMINATA MÁGICA'/><author><name>F.I.O.N.A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03838661132135290354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1P9lYXUt3z4/SKdDzwzEJ8I/AAAAAAAAALI/DgGPJP0N2no/S220/fiona.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-anKYpvQboHU/TyvdEcdG-kI/AAAAAAAAC1c/fsLisdY5dmE/s72-c/A%2BMAGIC%2BWALK.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3112338488250788798.post-6305859448655170413</id><published>2012-01-30T12:52:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2012-02-01T12:45:23.172-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='EXCESOS'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='VICIOS'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='educación familiar'/><title type='text'>NOT INVITED / SIN CONVITE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XCRxIfCGj_Q/TylPYOjw14I/AAAAAAAAC1Q/vcwxBb7vwv0/s1600/2012%2B02%2B01%2BIMACULADA.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XCRxIfCGj_Q/TylPYOjw14I/AAAAAAAAC1Q/vcwxBb7vwv0/s400/2012%2B02%2B01%2BIMACULADA.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5704177680684996482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Immaculate, 630am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we had gone to bed at almost 2 am last night (after returning from Forrofunk called Seresta), Shrek and Xandón slept all morning but at 1pm we were ready waiting for Nesi and her husband with whom we would go to a bingo that is in a neighboring town called Agua Branca.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, Nesi said, "&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;a uma hora&lt;/span&gt;" which for us was at "13 hours" but she meant "&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;a alguma hora&lt;/span&gt;".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For 3 hours we waited and then we 3 went out for a walk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We would have gone a mile when Shrek felt an uncontrollable desire to go to the bathroom. I think to compensate his suffering for being so far from his beloved blacksmith shop, its pure and abundant water source, its TV programs, and particularly for not replying to his spoiled nephew (although now he is very different) he eats. He eats exaggeratedly and therefore evacuates exaggeratedly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through a fence, he did what he needed on the backwoods, cleaned with a stone (this town is rich in marble but no one exploits) and afterwards we saw a plaque that read, "do not enter if you are not invited."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imaculada, 630am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como nos habíamos ido a dormir casi a las 2 de la madrugada la noche anterior (al regresar del Forrofunk llamado seresta), Shrek y Xandón durmieron toda la mañana pero a la 1 de la tarde estábamos listos esperando a Nesí y su marido con quienes iríamos a un bingo que hay en un pueblo vecino llamado Agua  Branca.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sin embargo, Nesí dijo “&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;a uma hora”&lt;/span&gt;, que para nosotros era a las “13 horas” pero ella quiso decir “a alguma hora”. 3 horas los esperamos y entonces salimos los 3 a caminar.  &lt;br /&gt;Ya tendríamos andado un kilómetro cuando Shrek sintió unas ganas incontrolables de ir al baño.  Creo que para compensar el sufrimiento que le causa estar lejos de su amado taller de herrería, de su agua pura y abundante de la fuente, de sus programas de TV, y sobre todo de responderle al grosero de su sobrino (aunque ahora es otro), él come. Come exageradamente y por lo tanto también evacua exageradamente. &lt;br /&gt;Atravesó una cerca, hizo sus necesidades en el monte, se limpió con una piedra (este municipio es riquísimo en mármol pero nadie lo explota) y después vimos una placa que decía, “no entre si no es convidado”.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3112338488250788798-6305859448655170413?l=fionadeshrek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fionadeshrek.blogspot.com/feeds/6305859448655170413/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3112338488250788798&amp;postID=6305859448655170413' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3112338488250788798/posts/default/6305859448655170413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3112338488250788798/posts/default/6305859448655170413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fionadeshrek.blogspot.com/2012/01/not-invited-sin-convite.html' title='NOT INVITED / SIN CONVITE'/><author><name>F.I.O.N.A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03838661132135290354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1P9lYXUt3z4/SKdDzwzEJ8I/AAAAAAAAALI/DgGPJP0N2no/S220/fiona.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XCRxIfCGj_Q/TylPYOjw14I/AAAAAAAAC1Q/vcwxBb7vwv0/s72-c/2012%2B02%2B01%2BIMACULADA.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3112338488250788798.post-5806397863025731272</id><published>2012-01-30T12:50:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-31T14:13:59.428-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='música'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sábado de gloria'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='religión'/><title type='text'>DANCING NIGHT / NOCHE DE BAILE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-n6GUIRutc0Q/TygSgQj-u4I/AAAAAAAAC1E/-QhrMeTmsGM/s1600/dancing%2Bnight.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 122px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-n6GUIRutc0Q/TygSgQj-u4I/AAAAAAAAC1E/-QhrMeTmsGM/s400/dancing%2Bnight.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703829273475726210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imaculada, 630am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh! What a night! My skeleton endured but not my ears. I protected them with toilet paper "buttons" but now that the party is over it hurts because the paper was not soft but almost like sandpaper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had just left the church of San José where we attenden something like a mass but without consecration called "celebration" prayed by a handsome seminarian, about 80 meters away from this house where we are lodged, a temple for 300 people, but there were only 30. Shrek and I took communion. Next Wednesday the black eyes seminarian returns to João Pessoa and so next Saturday there will be no celebration here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had dinner and went to the "Seresta" in front of the church. Shrek and I danced until 1 am. He wanted to stay there up to now but the sound boxes volume was stupidly high. Oh, my eardrums! Xandón would not dance with me or any of the hundreds of single women who were there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heard about the "celebration" while returning from supermarket beside which there is a payphone. I spoke with my musician son and my japanese neighbor and best friend. There it rains. Here the sun shines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imaculada, 630am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¡Uf! ¡Qué noche! Mi esqueleto aguantó pero mis oídos no. Los protegí con “botones” de papel toilette pero ahora que todo acabó me duelen las orejas pues el papel no era suave sino casi como lija.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Habíamos salido de una misa sin consagración que se llama “celebración” rezada por un seminarista guapísimo, a unos 80 metros de esta casa donde estamos alojados, la Iglesia de San José, un templo para 300 personas, pero solamente habíamos 30. Shrek y yo comulgamos. El miércoles el seminarista de los ojos negros regresa a João Pessoa y por eso el sábado que viene no habrá celebración aquí.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cenamos y nos fuimos a la “Seresta”, en frente de la iglesia. Shrek y yo bailamos hasta la 1 de la madrugada. Por él nos hubiésemos quedado hasta ahora pero el volumen de las cajas de sonido era estúpidamente alto. ¡Ay, mis tímpanos! Xandón no quiso bailar ni conmigo ni con ninguna de las centenas de mujeres solas que allí habían.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me enteré de la “celebración” cuando regresaba del supermercadito al lado del cual hay un teléfono público. Hablé con mi hijo músico y con mi vecina japonesa y mejor amiga. Allá llueve. Aquí brilla el sol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3112338488250788798-5806397863025731272?l=fionadeshrek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fionadeshrek.blogspot.com/feeds/5806397863025731272/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3112338488250788798&amp;postID=5806397863025731272' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3112338488250788798/posts/default/5806397863025731272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3112338488250788798/posts/default/5806397863025731272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fionadeshrek.blogspot.com/2012/01/dancing-night-noche-de-baile.html' title='DANCING NIGHT / NOCHE DE BAILE'/><author><name>F.I.O.N.A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03838661132135290354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1P9lYXUt3z4/SKdDzwzEJ8I/AAAAAAAAALI/DgGPJP0N2no/S220/fiona.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-n6GUIRutc0Q/TygSgQj-u4I/AAAAAAAAC1E/-QhrMeTmsGM/s72-c/dancing%2Bnight.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3112338488250788798.post-4199674559555619772</id><published>2012-01-28T12:05:00.005-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-30T13:53:32.874-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sistema'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='política'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PLACERES'/><title type='text'>THE VIOLET BLOUSE / LA BLUSA VIOLETA</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-waOxGRv_KdQ/Tya5NCr0Y2I/AAAAAAAAC04/X66J2wzlIRQ/s1600/con%2BLauro%2BLott%2B%2528y%2Bla%2Bblusa%2Bvioleta%2529.tif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-waOxGRv_KdQ/Tya5NCr0Y2I/AAAAAAAAC04/X66J2wzlIRQ/s400/con%2BLauro%2BLott%2B%2528y%2Bla%2Bblusa%2Bvioleta%2529.tif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703449611821409122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Immaculate, 500am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the violet blouse from Justina England designer that was my mom's, with the  perfume Sienna from Ebel, with the aquamarine ring my aunt and godmother Blanca gave to me years ago, yesterday Shrek and I were received in audience by the current mayor of this city, José Ribamar da Silva after meetings with with his manager Mr. Joacil, his sister-in-law Rosinha Pires, Head of the Municipal Education, his wife Joana d'Arc, and Gorete, Chief of Police.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He asked for a draft of a rural 1 000 hectares loan contract,for the Legal Department approval. I said that on Monday I would give it to Mr. Joacil. We came home for lunch and from there we went to Santa Terezinha to search in  the Internet for a model of this type of contract, copied it to my pen-drive and at night I left it ready to print.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the interview with the mayor, we went to a fish market where we bought the fish I like, wolf fish, dirt cheap, and Shrek prepared it wonderfully. In the night I had (after returning home from Nesi who lent us 2 mattresses and gave us lots of &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Umbu¹&lt;/span&gt;) &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;hallaquitas²&lt;/span&gt;! And we have television, but not TVGlobo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¹ Brazilian northeastern fruit&lt;br /&gt;² Venezuelan corn "bread"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imaculada, 500am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Con la blusa violeta de la marca Justina que fue de mi mamá, perfume Sienna de Ebel, sortija de aguamarina de mi tia y madrina Blanca, ayer fuimos recibidos en audiencia Shrek y yo por el actual alcalde de esta ciudad, José Ribamar da Silva después de habernos entrevistado con su administrador el Sr. Joacil, su cuñada Rosinha Pires, Jefe de la Sección Municipal de Educación, su mujer Joana d´Arc, y Gorete, Jefe de la Policía.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me pidió un borrador de contrato de comodato de área rural de 1 000 hectáreas para que la Asesoría Jurídica lo aprobase. Le dije que el lunes se lo entregaría al Sr. Joacil. Regresamos a casa para almorzar y de aquí nos fuimos a Santa Terezinha donde busqué en la Internet un modelo de ese tipo de contrato, lo copié en mi pen-drive y en la noche lo dejé listo para imprimir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Después de la entrevista fuimos a una pescadería donde compramos el pescado que más me gusta, tararira, baratísimo, que Shrek preparó maravillosamente bien. En la noche comí (después de haber regresado de casa de Nesí quien nos prestó 2 colchones y nos dio umbú) ¡hallaquitas! Y tenemos televisión, pero sin TVGlobo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3112338488250788798-4199674559555619772?l=fionadeshrek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fionadeshrek.blogspot.com/feeds/4199674559555619772/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3112338488250788798&amp;postID=4199674559555619772' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3112338488250788798/posts/default/4199674559555619772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3112338488250788798/posts/default/4199674559555619772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fionadeshrek.blogspot.com/2012/01/violet-blouse-la-blusa-violeta.html' title='THE VIOLET BLOUSE / LA BLUSA VIOLETA'/><author><name>F.I.O.N.A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03838661132135290354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1P9lYXUt3z4/SKdDzwzEJ8I/AAAAAAAAALI/DgGPJP0N2no/S220/fiona.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-waOxGRv_KdQ/Tya5NCr0Y2I/AAAAAAAAC04/X66J2wzlIRQ/s72-c/con%2BLauro%2BLott%2B%2528y%2Bla%2Bblusa%2Bvioleta%2529.tif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3112338488250788798.post-3982066292959945038</id><published>2012-01-27T15:45:00.005-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-30T13:24:16.512-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nordeste brasileño'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='educación NO-escolar'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='educación familiar'/><title type='text'>RUNNING AWAY FROM THE BULL / HUYENDO DEL TORO</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6BZz8HITLz4/Tya1kT9U3WI/AAAAAAAAC0s/EB6itBbEEtU/s1600/fugindo%2Bdo%2Btouro.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 255px; height: 197px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6BZz8HITLz4/Tya1kT9U3WI/AAAAAAAAC0s/EB6itBbEEtU/s400/fugindo%2Bdo%2Btouro.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703445613548723554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imaculada, 5:30 am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday we met a "Paraíba macho woman". Nesi and is Francisco´s wife, the owner of this house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They came here to see the damages that need to be repaired. She discovers it, describes, tells how it must be repaired and, quietly, her husband writes, after measuring it, everything she says in a paper notebook with a pencil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I became interested in her life on the farm, she ordered her husband to return alone on the motorcycle in which they had come and we walk there with her. We left here with daylight and arrived there at night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we walked she told us how she raised her 4 children, with much discipline, severity, and how they became the 4 jewels they are today, 3 of them working in São Paulo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xandón, who most needs a good walk, did not want go. Yesterday he almost cried when he learned that we will be here until the 8th day of February. What most infuriates him is the absence of television. There is one, but does not work. It's amazing how dumbed-down a television makes a human being, even more than marijuana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Returning Shrek ran like a madman, pulling me by the hand, dark uphill, running from a bull that he swore it would attack us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imaculada, 5:30am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ayer conocimos una “Paraíba mujer macho”. Se llama Nesí y es la esposa de Francisco, el dueño de esta casa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Llegaron aquí a ver los daños que necesitan ser reparados. Ella los descubría, describía, decía cómo debían ser reparados y él, calladito, anotaba eso en una libretica después de medir todo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como me interesé por su vida en su granja, mandó al marido regresar solo en la motocicleta en la que habían venido y se fue con nosotros caminando hasta allá. Salimos de aquí de día y llegamos allá de noche. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mientras caminamos nos contó cómo crió a sus 4 hijos, con disciplina, severidad, y las 4 joyas que son hoy en día, 3 de los cuales trabajando en São Paulo.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xandón, quien más necesita de una buena caminata, no quiso ir.  Ayer no lloró pero casi, cuando supo que estaremos aquí hasta el día 8. Lo que más lo enfurece es la ausencia de televisión. Hay una, que no funciona. Es increíble cómo la televisión puede estupidizar un ser humano más todavía que la marihuana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Regresando Shrek corrió como un loco, jalándome por la mano, oscuro cuesta arriba, huyendo de un buey que él juraba que nos atacaría.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3112338488250788798-3982066292959945038?l=fionadeshrek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fionadeshrek.blogspot.com/feeds/3982066292959945038/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3112338488250788798&amp;postID=3982066292959945038' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3112338488250788798/posts/default/3982066292959945038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3112338488250788798/posts/default/3982066292959945038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fionadeshrek.blogspot.com/2012/01/running-away-from-bull-huyendo-del-toro.html' title='RUNNING AWAY FROM THE BULL / HUYENDO DEL TORO'/><author><name>F.I.O.N.A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03838661132135290354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1P9lYXUt3z4/SKdDzwzEJ8I/AAAAAAAAALI/DgGPJP0N2no/S220/fiona.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6BZz8HITLz4/Tya1kT9U3WI/AAAAAAAAC0s/EB6itBbEEtU/s72-c/fugindo%2Bdo%2Btouro.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3112338488250788798.post-2265335070394776525</id><published>2012-01-26T12:25:00.006-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-28T12:42:37.652-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DEUDAS'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='COCHES'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LIBERTAD'/><title type='text'>WITHOUT TV / SIN TV</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EH-qoLdSvtI/TyQI1I77fUI/AAAAAAAAC0g/0GZlcZaM3Ug/s1600/witout%2Btv.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 133px; height: 146px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EH-qoLdSvtI/TyQI1I77fUI/AAAAAAAAC0g/0GZlcZaM3Ug/s400/witout%2Btv.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5702692737182825794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Immaculada, 5:30 H&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday Shrek and I did a wonderful morning walk of about 8 kilometers, 4 to go to Imaculada down town and 4 to return because I wanted to talk to Mrs. Judith (she may be 50 years old and never got marry nor had children), but she was not there. We found Gorette, Judith´s friend who gave us this school where we are living since Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xandón stayed here with his distinctive bad temper and his sadness for his mother Antonia´s death 2 months ago and when Shrek and I came back he burst out crying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shrek says Xandón was born 37 years ago but his mentality is that of a 5 years old child so for the first time since we left Teresopolis Shrek missed my musician son´s company who, from the beginning was the one to come with us but he is not free as Xandón is, who is not a father, has not  a profession, nor debts to pay, nor commitments but he drives with more prudence and attention than me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It took God and his help to get him to smile again, almost at 7pm. We continue without television. Gorette promised one, but....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imaculada, 5:30H&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ayer Shrek y yo hicimos una maravillosa caminata matinal de unos 8 kilómetros, 4 para ir hasta el centro de esta ciudad de Imaculada y 4 para volver pues yo quería conversar con Doña Judith (ella debe tener unos 50 años y es señorita) pero no la encontramos. A quien sí encontramos fue a Gorette, amiga de Judith que nos cedió esta escuela donde estamos desde el domingo. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xandón se quedó aquí en casa con su mal humor característico y su tristeza por la muerte de su madre  Antonia hace 2 meses y cuando Shrek y yo llegamos de regreso le dio un ataque de llanto.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Shrek dice que Xandón nació hace 37 años pero su mentalidad es la de un niño de 5 años y por primera vez Shrek sintió nostalgias de mi hijo músico quien desde un principio iba a venir con nosotros pero él no es libre como Xandón, que no tiene hijos ni profesión ni empleo ni deudas ni compromisos pero maneja bien, con más prudencia y atención que yo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nos costó Dios y su ayuda conseguir que sonriera de nuevo, casi a las 7 de la noche. Continuamos sin televisión. Gorette prometió una....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3112338488250788798-2265335070394776525?l=fionadeshrek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fionadeshrek.blogspot.com/feeds/2265335070394776525/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3112338488250788798&amp;postID=2265335070394776525' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3112338488250788798/posts/default/2265335070394776525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3112338488250788798/posts/default/2265335070394776525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fionadeshrek.blogspot.com/2012/01/without-tv-sin-tv.html' title='WITHOUT TV / SIN TV'/><author><name>F.I.O.N.A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03838661132135290354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1P9lYXUt3z4/SKdDzwzEJ8I/AAAAAAAAALI/DgGPJP0N2no/S220/fiona.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EH-qoLdSvtI/TyQI1I77fUI/AAAAAAAAC0g/0GZlcZaM3Ug/s72-c/witout%2Btv.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3112338488250788798.post-8460234954587693122</id><published>2012-01-26T12:25:00.004-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-27T16:32:31.592-02:00</updated><title type='text'>THE BULB OF CONTENTION / EL BOMBILLO DE LA DISCORDIA</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MkQmNbUb1Yg/TyLtPMbHWuI/AAAAAAAAC0U/_EgW0Ykarug/s1600/l%25C3%25A2mpada.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 236px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MkQmNbUb1Yg/TyLtPMbHWuI/AAAAAAAAC0U/_EgW0Ykarug/s400/l%25C3%25A2mpada.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5702380923493243618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Immaculate, 6am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday when I returned from the neighboring city of Santa Terezinha (where there is a Banco do Brasil and the manager gave me some of my money because what we had in the Banco Bradesco and Santander is over, and where I took an hour to surf in the Internet, while Xandón stayed in the car and Shrek circling the city looking without finding a supermarket) our neighbor Vilany greeted us with our lunch ready.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After lunch I asked Shrek to go walking with me to Judith's house to deliver the project that was printed in the morning. But he refused, said it would rain and that it had to be done in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I started to clean the only intactly dirty room where there is a shelf of children's books. Shrek and Xandón went to take a nap and were furious when I awoke them because, -to abolish the heat, the houses here have a very high ceiling and walls with no windows and I needed them to put a bulb in that room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both wanted to return immediately to Rio de Janeiro. It was a difficult to contour crisis. I felt like Columbus and his rebellious crew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imaculada,  6am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ayer cuando regresamos de la ciudad vecina, Santa Terezinha, donde hay un Banco do Brasil y el gerente me dio algo de mi dinero  (pues lo que teníamos en el Banco Bradesco y el Santander se acabó), y donde aproveché para navegar una hora y media (mientras Xandón Don Juan se quedó en el carro y Shrek dando vueltas por la ciudad buscando sin encontrar un supermercado) nuestra vecina Vanily nos recibió con el almuerzo listo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Almorzamos y le pedí a Shrek que fuésemos caminando hasta casa de Judith a entregarle el proyecto que había imprimido en la mañana. Pero él se negó, dijo que iba a llover y que eso había que hacerlo en la mañana. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entonces me puse a limpiar el único cuarto intactamente sucio donde hay un estante de libros infantiles. Shrek y Xandón fueron a dormir la siesta y se pusieron furiosos cuando los desperté pues, para abolir el calor, aquí las casas tienen el techo muy alto y las paredes sin ventanas y yo necesitaba que colocasen un bombillo en ese cuarto. &lt;br /&gt;Ambos querían regresar inmediatamente a Rio de Janeiro. Fue una crisis difícil de contornar. Me sentí como Colón con su tripulación rebelde.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3112338488250788798-8460234954587693122?l=fionadeshrek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fionadeshrek.blogspot.com/feeds/8460234954587693122/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3112338488250788798&amp;postID=8460234954587693122' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3112338488250788798/posts/default/8460234954587693122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3112338488250788798/posts/default/8460234954587693122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fionadeshrek.blogspot.com/2012/01/bulb-of-contention-el-bombillo-de-la.html' title='THE BULB OF CONTENTION / EL BOMBILLO DE LA DISCORDIA'/><author><name>F.I.O.N.A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03838661132135290354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1P9lYXUt3z4/SKdDzwzEJ8I/AAAAAAAAALI/DgGPJP0N2no/S220/fiona.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MkQmNbUb1Yg/TyLtPMbHWuI/AAAAAAAAC0U/_EgW0Ykarug/s72-c/l%25C3%25A2mpada.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3112338488250788798.post-2524266840425801973</id><published>2012-01-24T12:26:00.006-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-26T14:03:43.175-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='VIAJES'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gastronomía'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='banda ancha'/><title type='text'>JUST MILKED COW MILK / LECHE RECIÉN ORDEÑADA</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fqRKXDFQbUI/TyF4kydScXI/AAAAAAAAC0A/B2CLBcw9MhI/s1600/leche%2Breci%25C3%25A9n%2Borde%25C3%25B1ada.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 180px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fqRKXDFQbUI/TyF4kydScXI/AAAAAAAAC0A/B2CLBcw9MhI/s400/leche%2Breci%25C3%25A9n%2Borde%25C3%25B1ada.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5701971176642998642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imaculada (Paraiba, Brazil), 530am, Tuesday January 24, 2012&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God please give me strength and above all money so we can stay here 15 days! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday my neighbor Vilany offered to wash my clothes and immediately I accepted, as Shrek and Xandón each one washed their own but not mine, by hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She also offered to cook for us and do the cleaning but, although Shrek is responsible for that, since there´s not a pressure cooket in this house, I asked her to make the beans. I think Shrek is happy even though it was an uphill task to convince him to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trying to get the key from the local Internet with neighbors, I made many friends but did not get the key. Honest, correct people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went to a town about 8 km from here, but in the State of Pernambuco, called Santa Terezinha, where there is a Banco do Brasil (just works from 9am to 1pm and we arrived at 3pm) and there is a lan-house where I surfed 1 hour while Shrek drinked beer and Xandon ate ice cream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most wonderful of the day was that Vilany gave ve a liter of just milked cow  milk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imaculada (Paraiba, Brasil), 530am, martes 24 de Enero de 2012&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¡Dios mío por favor, dame fuerza y sobre todo dinero para que podamos quedarnos aquí 15 días! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ayer mi vecina Vilany se ofreció para lavarme la ropa e inmediatamente acepté, pues Shrek y Xandón cada uno lava la suya pero no la mía, a mano.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;También se ofreció para cocinar para nosotros y hacer la limpieza pero de eso se encarga Shrek aunque por no tener olla de presión le pedí que hiciera ella las caraotas. Creo que Shrek está feliz a pesar de que fue una ardua tarea convencerlo para que viniésemos. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Intentando obtener la clave de la rede local de Internet banda larga  con los vecinos, hice muchas amistades pero no obtuve la clave. Gente honesta, correcta.&lt;br /&gt;Entonces nos fuimos a una ciudad a 8 kilómetros de aquí, pero ya en el Estado de Pernambuco, llamada Santa Terezinha, donde sí hay Banco do Brasil (solamente funciona de 11 a 13 H y llegamos a las 3pm) y hay una lan-house donde navegué 1 hora mientras Shrek bebía cerveza y Xandón comía helados.&lt;br /&gt;Lo más maravilloso del día fue la leche de vaca acabada de ordeñar que Vilany me regaló.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3112338488250788798-2524266840425801973?l=fionadeshrek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fionadeshrek.blogspot.com/feeds/2524266840425801973/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3112338488250788798&amp;postID=2524266840425801973' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3112338488250788798/posts/default/2524266840425801973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3112338488250788798/posts/default/2524266840425801973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fionadeshrek.blogspot.com/2012/01/just-milked-cow-milk-leche-recien.html' title='JUST MILKED COW MILK / LECHE RECIÉN ORDEÑADA'/><author><name>F.I.O.N.A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03838661132135290354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1P9lYXUt3z4/SKdDzwzEJ8I/AAAAAAAAALI/DgGPJP0N2no/S220/fiona.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fqRKXDFQbUI/TyF4kydScXI/AAAAAAAAC0A/B2CLBcw9MhI/s72-c/leche%2Breci%25C3%25A9n%2Borde%25C3%25B1ada.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3112338488250788798.post-5034180753974586698</id><published>2012-01-23T16:28:00.005-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-26T13:41:49.295-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='VIAJES'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gastronomía'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='religión'/><title type='text'>CHILDREN´S HOUSE / CASA DEL NIÑO</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XwfyIgKAQU8/TyFzd-gkvfI/AAAAAAAACz0/NvWZlXXQi3M/s1600/2012%2B01%2B26%2Bimaculada%2B010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XwfyIgKAQU8/TyFzd-gkvfI/AAAAAAAACz0/NvWZlXXQi3M/s400/2012%2B01%2B26%2Bimaculada%2B010.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5701965562060783090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Immaculate, Paraíba, 6am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My God, my God! Here we are in Imaculada at the "Casa da Criança" (House of the Child) that Mrs. Judith under Patos´s Bishop´s  recommendation  (Father Ronaldo, substitute of the bishop) gave us for 15 days because children are on vacation being that this is a kind of booster school for children who are not going well in their studies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  As the holidays began over a month ago, the house was very dirty and she wanted to call someone to clean it but I asked HER to let us do that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; We arrived here yesterday at 4pm. In the morning, when the 9 o´clock Mass finished in the Cathedral of Our Lady of the Guide, in the very altar, father Ronaldo met us and talked with us. He did not want to believe we wanted to move here until I told   him that my Japanese friend had taught me that "who does not live for serving, is not useful for living". It was something I had not thought to tell him though, marked the interview, I did nothing but that and almost could not sleep at night. Shrek and I took communion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; For the first time since I left home I ate fish, in Chico Preto's restaurant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inmaculada, Paraíba, 6am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¡Dios mío, Dios mío! Estamos aquí en la “Casa da Criança” (Casa del Niño) que la señora Judith por recomendación del obispo de Patos (Padre Ronaldo, substituto del obispo) nos cedió por 15 días ya que los niños están de vacaciones siendo que esto es una especie de escuela de refuerzo, para niños que van mal o están atrasados en sus estudios.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Como las vacaciones empezaron hace más  de un mes, la casa estaba muy sucia y ella quería llamar a alguien para que la limpiase pero nosotros nos comprometimos a hacer eso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;En la mañana, cuando acabó la misa de las 9 de la catedral de Nuestra Señora de la Guía, en el propio altar el padre Ronaldo nos recibió y conversamos con él. Él no quería creer que quisiésemos mudarnos para acá hasta que le dije que mi amiga japonesa me había enseñado que “quien no vive para servir, no sirve para vivir”. No era algo que yo hubiese pensado en decirle a pesar de que, marcada la entrevista, no hice otra cosa sino eso casi sin poder dormir. Shrek y yo comulgamos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por primera vez desde que salí de casa comí pescado, en el restaurant de Chico Preto.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3112338488250788798-5034180753974586698?l=fionadeshrek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fionadeshrek.blogspot.com/feeds/5034180753974586698/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3112338488250788798&amp;postID=5034180753974586698' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3112338488250788798/posts/default/5034180753974586698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3112338488250788798/posts/default/5034180753974586698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fionadeshrek.blogspot.com/2012/01/childrens-house-casa-del-nino.html' title='CHILDREN´S HOUSE / CASA DEL NIÑO'/><author><name>F.I.O.N.A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03838661132135290354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1P9lYXUt3z4/SKdDzwzEJ8I/AAAAAAAAALI/DgGPJP0N2no/S220/fiona.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XwfyIgKAQU8/TyFzd-gkvfI/AAAAAAAACz0/NvWZlXXQi3M/s72-c/2012%2B01%2B26%2Bimaculada%2B010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3112338488250788798.post-2497645636542464561</id><published>2012-01-22T06:46:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-26T13:21:43.845-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ARTE culinária'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='VIAJES'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='religión'/><title type='text'>THANK YOU, OUR LADY OF THE GUIDE / GRACIAS VIRGEN DE LA GUÍA</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FjdGX9S15xs/TyFvA6EpsNI/AAAAAAAACzo/b5Fbv3REUBk/s1600/nossa%2Bsenhora%2Bda%2Bguia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 160px; height: 120px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FjdGX9S15xs/TyFvA6EpsNI/AAAAAAAACzo/b5Fbv3REUBk/s400/nossa%2Bsenhora%2Bda%2Bguia.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5701960664607207634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Patos, PB, 5:00 a.m.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, finally, after trundling for 6 consecutive days, we arrived at the center of the city of Patos where, -sweaty and stinking (I suppose so because there were many dead goats and donkeys on the road struck by the numerous, huge trucks and fast moving in absolute majority for the perfect 2 300 kilometers of road that we traveled on), we walked into the church of Our Lady of the Guide to thank the wonderful trip we had and to ask at what time was the Mass today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, as if waiting for us, a very kind lady took us to the residential house of the bishop to have a talk with him but I asked her if that could be today after Mass at 9.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We looked for a hotel and we are in the Real Soto Mayor, room 22. Shrek and furious Xandón (they discussed while I filled out the entry form) lay down to sleep and I went to buy 3 cheese sandwiches with tomato and lettuce and a bottle of water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The discovery of the day was "pão de ló", oh oh, what a treat, something typically Paraiba (this Brazilian state of Paraíba)although it is a simple but very special cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Patos, PB, 5am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ayer, finalmente, después de rodar durante 6 días seguidos, llegamos al centro de la ciudad de Patos donde  sudados y hediondos (lo supongo, pues había mucha cabra y burro muerto en la carretera atropellados  por los numerosos, inmensos y rápidos camiones  que circulan en mayoría absoluta por los perfectos  2 300 kilómetros de carreteras que recorrimos), entramos en la iglesia de Nuestra Señora de la Guía para agradecer el magnífico viaje que tuvimos y preguntar a qué hora era la misa de hoy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entonces, como si estuviesen esperándonos, una señora muy amable nos condujo hasta la casa residencial del obispo para que conversásemos con él pero yo le pedí si podía ser hoy después de la misa de las 9. Buscamos un hotel y estamos en el Real Soto Mayor, habitación 22. Shrek y Xandón furiosos (discutieron mientras yo rellenaba la ficha de entrada) se acostaron a dormir y yo me fui a comprar 3 sándwiches de queso con tomate y lechuga y una botella de agua.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El descubrimiento del día fue el “pão de ló”, ay ay, qué delicia, algo típicamente paraibano (de este Estado brasileño de Paraíba) aunque es un simple bizcochuelo pero muy especial.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3112338488250788798-2497645636542464561?l=fionadeshrek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fionadeshrek.blogspot.com/feeds/2497645636542464561/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3112338488250788798&amp;postID=2497645636542464561' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3112338488250788798/posts/default/2497645636542464561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3112338488250788798/posts/default/2497645636542464561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fionadeshrek.blogspot.com/2012/01/thank-you-our-lady-of-guide-gracias.html' title='THANK YOU, OUR LADY OF THE GUIDE / GRACIAS VIRGEN DE LA GUÍA'/><author><name>F.I.O.N.A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03838661132135290354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1P9lYXUt3z4/SKdDzwzEJ8I/AAAAAAAAALI/DgGPJP0N2no/S220/fiona.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FjdGX9S15xs/TyFvA6EpsNI/AAAAAAAACzo/b5Fbv3REUBk/s72-c/nossa%2Bsenhora%2Bda%2Bguia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3112338488250788798.post-6988269157260477669</id><published>2012-01-21T05:50:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-24T13:10:23.966-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ARTE culinária'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='VIAJES'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='COCHES'/><title type='text'>ACARAJE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RfnAn2wO3OY/Tx7Jr0hZmfI/AAAAAAAACzQ/7tLJM8qeI-E/s1600/acaraje.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 120px; height: 87px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RfnAn2wO3OY/Tx7Jr0hZmfI/AAAAAAAACzQ/7tLJM8qeI-E/s400/acaraje.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5701215932967918066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Salgueiro, Pernambuco, 5:00 H&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Yesterday we left Euclides da Cunha in the State of Bahia in the late morning because we had sent to a  laundry for washing  our dirty clothes while we walk around town looking for a giant bag (to put in my pillow and other bedding clothes we had brought in a plastic bag that exploded as it could not stand getting in  and out everyday  into our beetle). Since it seem to us that they were expensive we bought 2 cotton  bags for 60 kilos of beans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; We arrived here in Salgueiro at 4 pm, thinking it was 5 because this state does not adhere to Summer Time, and we were  afraid that we hold the night on the road with a reputation for being full of robbers, we set to find a cheaper inn and found it but Shrek did not like the narrow staircase that had to climb to get to the 2nd floor and also it had no garage for our beetle to sleep. Without doing all that we had reached Patos iwith  daylight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Everywhere we have dinner taking a very tasty soup except in Candido Sales where I ate acarajé.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Salgueiro, Pernambuco, 5:00 H&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ayer salimos de Euclides da Cunha en el Estado de Bahia casi al mediodía porque había una lavandería  donde mandamos  a lavar nuestra ropa sucia y mientras tanto andamos por la ciudad buscando un maletín gigante (para colocar mi almohada de pluma de ganso y otras ropas de cama que había traído en una bolsa de plástico que se reventó pues no aguantó estarla metiendo y sacando todos los días de nuestro escarabajito). Como nos parecían muy caros terminamos por comprar 2 sacos de algodón para 60 kilos de caraotas. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Al llegar aquí a Salgueiro a las 4 de la tarde, pensando que eran las 5 pues este Estado no adhiere al horario de verano, y con miedo de que nos agarrase la noche en el camino que tiene fama de estar lleno de asaltantes,  nos pusimos a buscar una posada más barata que ésta y la encontramos pero a Shrek no le gustó la escalera estrecha que había que subir para llegar al 2º piso y además no había garaje para guardar a Azulón. En ese tiempo hubiésemos llegado a Patos.&lt;br /&gt;ésemos &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cenamos siempre con una sopa muy sabrosa menos en Cándido Sales que comí acarajé.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3112338488250788798-6988269157260477669?l=fionadeshrek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fionadeshrek.blogspot.com/feeds/6988269157260477669/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3112338488250788798&amp;postID=6988269157260477669' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3112338488250788798/posts/default/6988269157260477669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3112338488250788798/posts/default/6988269157260477669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fionadeshrek.blogspot.com/2012/01/acaraje.html' title='ACARAJE'/><author><name>F.I.O.N.A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03838661132135290354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1P9lYXUt3z4/SKdDzwzEJ8I/AAAAAAAAALI/DgGPJP0N2no/S220/fiona.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RfnAn2wO3OY/Tx7Jr0hZmfI/AAAAAAAACzQ/7tLJM8qeI-E/s72-c/acaraje.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3112338488250788798.post-2288793000048758205</id><published>2012-01-20T09:58:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-26T12:57:04.230-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='limpieza'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='VIAJES'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gastronomía'/><title type='text'>EUCLIDES DA CUNHA, BA</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Hpn8nAdpL5U/Tx2slY-NW0I/AAAAAAAACzE/VvP7wW77OC4/s1600/euclides%2Bda%2Bcunha.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 186px; height: 139px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Hpn8nAdpL5U/Tx2slY-NW0I/AAAAAAAACzE/VvP7wW77OC4/s400/euclides%2Bda%2Bcunha.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5700902461679426370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Euclides da Cunha, Bahia, 7:00 H&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; We arrived to this city yesterday at 6 pm. We are in the room n° 31 of the Hotel Mirante, waiting until our clothes are washed and ironed at about 10am to continue our trip to Patos, PB (Paraiba State), so I profit from that time extra to surf the Internet in a cyber-cafe or lan-house because the hotels where we have stayed or there´s no wi-fi or if there is it´s so slow that it is absolutely irrelevant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Until yesterday Shrek did nothing but complain about traveling and feel nostalgic not only from our home in Teresópolis with all its confort, but even from our Japanese neighbor and best friend and her husband.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; But last night we had dinner together at a humble restaurant where the owner, a chubby widow with 2 children very cute and very nice was delighted with Shrek. Then he said that "people need to travel to meet other people and their culture".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The soup was delicious. The city is very clean and nice, also the hotel's room. Everywhere we always arrive dirty and tense just wanting to take a bath, have dinner and  go to sleep. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Euclides da Cunha BA, 7:00 H&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Llegamos a esta ciudad ayer a las 6 de la tarde. Estamos en el cuarto nª 31 del Hotel Mirante. Esperaremos hasta que nuestra ropa esté lavada y planchada, más o menos a las 10 de la mañana, para seguir nuestro viaje a Patos, PB (Estado de Paraiba), lo cual aprovecharé para navegar por la Internet en algún cyber-café o lan-house porque en los hoteles que nos hemos quedado o no hay wi-fi o si la hay es tan absolutamente lenta que es inoperante. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hasta ayer Shrek no hacía sino quejarse de todo y sentir nostalgias no solamente de nuestra casa en Teresópolis con todas sus comodidades sino incluso de nuestra vecina japonesa y mejor amiga y su esposo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero anoche cenamos juntos en un restaurante humilde de una viuda gordita y carente con 2 hijas muy lindas y muy simpáticas y la señora se encantó con Shrek. Después él dijo que “había que viajar, para  conocer otras personas y su cultura”. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La sopa estaba deliciosa. La ciudad es muy limpia y bonita, también el hotel, el cuarto y el baño. Siempre llegamos sucios y tensos con ganas apenas de tomar baño, cenar e ir a dormir.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ROADS FOR TRUCKS /  CARRETERAS PARA CAMIONES&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZjwdJ0J8_4E/TyFpCd5vToI/AAAAAAAACzc/QBHqU_eHXYs/s1600/roads%2Bfor%2Btrucks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 275px; height: 183px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZjwdJ0J8_4E/TyFpCd5vToI/AAAAAAAACzc/QBHqU_eHXYs/s400/roads%2Bfor%2Btrucks.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5701954094335217282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Itatim, BA, 7:00 H&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angry with Shrek who, yesterday in Cándido Sales, chose a real dump for us to stay, I parked myself next to a worse one when we arrived here in Itatim and asked if they had wi-fi to what they answered me kindly that  they did not have, but there was an inn 2 kilometers far from the corner that did have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we came here to discover a true treasure, the jewel that  is this town and this inn, almost a 2 star or more stars hotel for the same price of the dump of Candido Sales. We had dinner with a wonderful soup to which the cook made added my dayly sacred minced garlic (which I handed in her hand).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The VIVO modem I bought in Teresópolis was good just for one night, the first. And the Wi-Fi here is very slow but it is so stressful driving through these roads filled with trucks, that we get very tired just wanting to take a bath,  have dinner and  go to sleep in order to get up early to go out no later than 7 am but this hotel is so good, I woke up at 7 to write this and I still have an hour of gymnastics before waking up Xandón and Shrek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Itatim, BA, 7:00H&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brava con Shrek que ayer en Cándido Sales nos alojó  en una verdadera  pocilga, yo misma me estacioné al lado de otra peor ayer al llegar aquí a Itatim y les pregunté si  tenían wi-fi a lo que ellos me respondieron muy amablemente que no, pero que había una posada que sí tenía en la esquina a la derecha a 2 kilómetros en el propio pueblo de Itatim.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Así llegamos aquí a descubrir un verdadero tesoro, la joya que es este pueblo y esta posada, casi un hotel 2 estrellas o más estrellas por el mismo precio de la pocilga de Cándido  Sales. Cené con una sopa maravillosa a la que la cocinera le puso mi sagrado y diario  diente de ajo bien picadito que entregué en su mano.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El modem VIVO que compré en Teresópolis solamente sirvió una noche, la primera. Y el Wi-Fi de aquí es lentísimo y sea como sea es muy estresante manejar por esas carreteras llenas de camiones, por lo que llegamos muy cansados a bañarnos, cenar y acostarnos temprano  para salir a más tardar a las 7 de la mañana pero en este hotel tan bueno, me desperté a las 7 a escribir esto y todavía me falta hacer una hora de gimnasia antes de despertar a Shrek y a Xandón.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3112338488250788798-2288793000048758205?l=fionadeshrek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fionadeshrek.blogspot.com/feeds/2288793000048758205/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3112338488250788798&amp;postID=2288793000048758205' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3112338488250788798/posts/default/2288793000048758205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3112338488250788798/posts/default/2288793000048758205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fionadeshrek.blogspot.com/2012/01/euclides-da-cunha-ba.html' title='EUCLIDES DA CUNHA, BA'/><author><name>F.I.O.N.A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03838661132135290354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1P9lYXUt3z4/SKdDzwzEJ8I/AAAAAAAAALI/DgGPJP0N2no/S220/fiona.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Hpn8nAdpL5U/Tx2slY-NW0I/AAAAAAAACzE/VvP7wW77OC4/s72-c/euclides%2Bda%2Bcunha.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3112338488250788798.post-6117876440255098569</id><published>2012-01-18T21:12:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-22T07:27:06.018-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ARTE culinária'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='VIAJES'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='COCHES'/><title type='text'>EXCELLENT ROADS / CARRETERAS EXCELENTES</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XBw2oKu8QTM/TxvUnNtYn1I/AAAAAAAACy4/yTeMD_8Xlhg/s1600/2012%2B01%2B22%2B15%2B%2Bteres%25C3%25B3polis%2B014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XBw2oKu8QTM/TxvUnNtYn1I/AAAAAAAACy4/yTeMD_8Xlhg/s400/2012%2B01%2B22%2B15%2B%2Bteres%25C3%25B3polis%2B014.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5700383523527499602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Candido Sales,BA (5h30am, Posada Porto)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Yesterday we went away from Governador Valadares at 7:30 am after having a really good breakfast at the Ibiturana Park Hotel with cheese rolls (hot &lt;em&gt;almohábanas&lt;/em&gt;), papaya, melon, cake, delicious coffee with a delicious milk, oats, banana milk-shake and I did not try even half of everything they had exposed. The room was so big that I could confortly jump rope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Too bad we missed our goal set for the 2nd day of the trip that was to arrive in Vitoria da Conquista in the state of Bahia. At 7:30pm we stayed in this dump of inn chosen by Shrek half drunk because at every stop we've done since we left Tereópolis, he drinks a beer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The first day we made 10 stops in 506 kilometers and yesterday as well, although in just 441 kilometers. We were more relaxed as we talked more with people from places where we stopped and we too, if it wasnt our turn to drive, Xandón and I shared with Shrek his beer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Up to now the roads are excellent, no holes and very well signalized looking like a Portuguese motorway, so while not driving I sleep or write.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cándido  Sales, BA (5h30mm, Posada Porto)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ayer salimos de Governador Valadares a las 7:30am después de haber desayunado súper bien en el Hotel Ibiturana Park Hotel con pancitos de queso (almohábanas calienticas), lechoza, melón, torta, un delicioso café con una deliciosa leche, avena, merengada de cambur,  y no probamos ni la mitad de todo lo que había expuesto.  La habitación era tan grande que hasta pude saltar la cuerda tranquilamente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lástima que no cumplimos nuestra meta trazada para el 2º día del viaje que era llegar a Victoria de la Conquista en el estado de Bahía. A las 730pm nos quedamos en esta pocilga de posada que Shrek escogió ya medio borracho pues en cada parada que hemos hecho desde que salimos de Tereópolis, él se bebe una cerveza. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El primer día, que hicimos 506 kilómetros  fueron 10 paradas y ayer también, aunque hicimos apenas 441 kilómetros, pues veníamos más relajados, conversamos más con la gente de  los lugares donde parábamos y, -cuando no nos tocaba manejar-, Xandón y yo también acompañábamos a Shrek bebiendo cerveza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mientras no manejo por las excelentes, hasta ahora, carreteras, sin ningún hueco y muy bien señalizadas, hasta parecen una autopista portuguesa, duermo atrás o escribo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3112338488250788798-6117876440255098569?l=fionadeshrek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fionadeshrek.blogspot.com/feeds/6117876440255098569/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3112338488250788798&amp;postID=6117876440255098569' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3112338488250788798/posts/default/6117876440255098569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3112338488250788798/posts/default/6117876440255098569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fionadeshrek.blogspot.com/2012/01/excellent-roads-carreteras-excelentes.html' title='EXCELLENT ROADS / CARRETERAS EXCELENTES'/><author><name>F.I.O.N.A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03838661132135290354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1P9lYXUt3z4/SKdDzwzEJ8I/AAAAAAAAALI/DgGPJP0N2no/S220/fiona.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XBw2oKu8QTM/TxvUnNtYn1I/AAAAAAAACy4/yTeMD_8Xlhg/s72-c/2012%2B01%2B22%2B15%2B%2Bteres%25C3%25B3polis%2B014.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3112338488250788798.post-7380449566367088290</id><published>2012-01-17T04:08:00.005-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-21T23:24:17.824-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ARTE culinária'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='VIAJES'/><title type='text'>MINAS FOOD / COMIDA "MINERA"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nlZPVIFZe1g/TxtlMBVB8sI/AAAAAAAACys/QsAADN1DUfs/s1600/COMIDA%2BMINEIRA.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nlZPVIFZe1g/TxtlMBVB8sI/AAAAAAAACys/QsAADN1DUfs/s400/COMIDA%2BMINEIRA.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5700261010556973762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Governador Valadares, MG&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; We arrived here yesterday at 7:30pm to this hotel (Ibiturana Park Hotel) but, as it is summer, we still had day light. We left my house in Teresópolis at 8am which was the hour when Luis the Guardian, who is going to stay here, arrived.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Our little blue beetle, thanks to God, has been very good. From my house up to here we drove some 500 Km but it was not because we came at 42 miles per hour but because I drove an hour and another hour it was Xandão Don Juan (Shrek´s 37 years old nephew)and when we changed the wheel we stopped about 15 minutes to drink some cofee (whoever was going to drive) or some beer, together with Shrek who does´t know how to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; As it was the first day of the trip, we had booked a hotel through the Internet for which we were sorry because there are thousands of hotels on the way much cheaper where we could have slept each one of us in a different room and not like here where maybe the light of my laptor annoyed them and also I could not play the keyboard or do my gymnastics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; At night they spent a fortune buying food, my God, but what food, so tasty, the tipical food of the State of Minas Gerais which is about the size of all of Venezuela.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Governador Valadares, MG&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LLegamos aquí ayer a las 7 y media de la noche a este hotel (Ibituara Park Hotel) pero todavía, como es verano, estaba claro. Habíamos salido de mi casa en Teresópolis a las 8 de la mañana que fue cuando Luis Vigilante llegó para quedarse allí.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Nuestro escarabajito azul, gracias a Dios se portó muy bien. Desde mi casa hasta aquí fueron casi 500 kilómetros pero no fue que vinimos a 42 kilómetros por hora sino que manejábamos una hora yo y otra Xandón Don Juan y cuando cambiábamos el volante nos parábamos unos  de 15 minutos.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Por ser el primer día habíamos reservado un hotel por Internet de lo cual nos arrepentimos pues hay miles de hoteles en el camino mucho más baratos donde podíamos haber dormido cada uno en un cuarto y no como aquí donde a lo mejor los molesto con la luz de la tela de este laptop  y por supuesto, no pude tocar el teclado ni hacer mi gimnasia. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;En la noche gastaron una fortuna comprando comida, Dios mío, pero qué comida, sabrosísima, la tal comida minera pues estamos en el estado de Minas Gerais que es casi del tamaño de toda Venezuela&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3112338488250788798-7380449566367088290?l=fionadeshrek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fionadeshrek.blogspot.com/feeds/7380449566367088290/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3112338488250788798&amp;postID=7380449566367088290' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3112338488250788798/posts/default/7380449566367088290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3112338488250788798/posts/default/7380449566367088290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fionadeshrek.blogspot.com/2012/01/minas-food-comida-minera.html' title='MINAS FOOD / COMIDA &quot;MINERA&quot;'/><author><name>F.I.O.N.A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03838661132135290354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1P9lYXUt3z4/SKdDzwzEJ8I/AAAAAAAAALI/DgGPJP0N2no/S220/fiona.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nlZPVIFZe1g/TxtlMBVB8sI/AAAAAAAACys/QsAADN1DUfs/s72-c/COMIDA%2BMINEIRA.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3112338488250788798.post-4414865238740727942</id><published>2012-01-16T05:28:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-20T23:09:05.449-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ARBORIZACIÓN'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='VIAJES'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SUEÑOS'/><title type='text'>THE KEYS / LAS LLAVES</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mS17KD_mW8c/TxoP-t-9ueI/AAAAAAAACyg/rueiKmOIhb8/s1600/chave.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 275px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mS17KD_mW8c/TxoP-t-9ueI/AAAAAAAACyg/rueiKmOIhb8/s400/chave.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699885848560777698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teresópolis, 5:00 am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Yesterday I walked with my Japanese neighbor, psychotherapist, great cook and best friend, almost sister, throughout the beautiful neighborhood Granja Comary and she told me things so hard, admonishing me because I intend to leave within 2 hours to go for a drive around and have fun for a month in our (Shrek and mine)blue beetle VW 1973 VW very shabby, that when we said goodbye at about 6pm, a pain in the upper right side of my back started bothering me so far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; No one thinks,-not even me-, that I'm not going for a one moth drive just for fun but to work, to try to begin to realize a dream, perhaps the mission of my life: plant trees in the Brazilian northeast.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; After the walk I went to say goodbye to my pharmacist friend and her daughter and give their condolences because they were very sad because her 10 years old dog Pretinha had died. They brought me in her car and Shrek taught them how to care for his birds and I showed them how to take care of my little plants, my ducks and chickens. And we gave them the keys of the gates, the house and the blacksmith in case of Luis the Guardian no longer appears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teresópolis, 5:00am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ayer caminé con mi vecina japonesa, psicoterapeuta, gran cocinera y mejor amiga, casi hermana, por la bella urbanización Granja Comary y ella me dijo cosas tan duras, me amonestó más una vez porque pretendo salir, dentro de 2 horas,  a pasear y divertirme por un mes en nuestro (de Shrek y mío) escarabajo azul VW 1973 medio destartalado, que cuando nos despedimos  a eso de las 6pm, me comenzó un dolor en el lado superior derecho de la espalda que hasta ahora me molesta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nadie cree, -ni yo misma-,  que yo no estoy saliendo a pasear sino a TRABAJAR, a intentar empezar a realizar un sueño, tal vez la misión de mi vida: arborizar el Nordeste brasileño.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Después de la caminata fui a despedirme de mi amiga farmaceuta y su hija y darle los pésames pues estaban muy tristes porque se había muerto su perrita de 10 años Pretiña.  Me trajeron en su carro y Shrek les enseñó cómo cuidar de sus pájaros y yo les enseñé cómo cuidar de mis plantitas, mis patos y gallinas.  Y les entregamos las llaves de los portones, la casa y la herrería para el caso de que Luis Vigilante no aparezca más.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3112338488250788798-4414865238740727942?l=fionadeshrek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fionadeshrek.blogspot.com/feeds/4414865238740727942/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3112338488250788798&amp;postID=4414865238740727942' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3112338488250788798/posts/default/4414865238740727942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3112338488250788798/posts/default/4414865238740727942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fionadeshrek.blogspot.com/2012/01/keys-las-llaves.html' title='THE KEYS / LAS LLAVES'/><author><name>F.I.O.N.A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03838661132135290354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1P9lYXUt3z4/SKdDzwzEJ8I/AAAAAAAAALI/DgGPJP0N2no/S220/fiona.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mS17KD_mW8c/TxoP-t-9ueI/AAAAAAAACyg/rueiKmOIhb8/s72-c/chave.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3112338488250788798.post-4821705683719190224</id><published>2012-01-15T11:25:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-20T20:58:38.384-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nordeste brasileño'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ARBORIZACIÓN'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='VIAJES'/><title type='text'>THE RING FOUND / LA SORTIJA HALLADA</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-drAbAA8MrrY/TxnxbU96o8I/AAAAAAAACyU/2LGZJmPAxEM/s1600/sortija%2Bde%2Baguamarina.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-drAbAA8MrrY/TxnxbU96o8I/AAAAAAAACyU/2LGZJmPAxEM/s400/sortija%2Bde%2Baguamarina.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699852255201240002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teresópolis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The river and a king´s word never go backward. Yesterday Shrek was working with an insupportable hangover pain to continue being “The King of the Gates”, because he does not want to lose his majesty by lacking his word to our neighbor Zezino.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I started to organize and clean everything separating what we will take to the trip and what we will leave here and it was a great happiness for me to find up something I thought I had lost and badly-thought it had been stolen (thank God, otherwise I would had given it together with the 2 brazalets for lawn) the beautiful white gold with a 3 carats aguamarina ring that my godmother and ant Blanca gave to me few months  before she died. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was finishing  my lunch when Rosana Bastos Ferreira (responsible for the pedagogic sub-project of the MP-Y project of arborization of the Braziliam Notheast) and her husband Ricardo arrived here and they went with me to the little chapel of our Lady of the Winds from where I brought down here my mother´s  ashes so that she can go with us for traveling since she loved very much to do that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Almost together with Rosana and Ricardo also arrived Xandón Don Juan,Shrek´s nefew&lt;br /&gt;Who already started to work as our particular driver taking us to the 6pm mass in our parrish church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teresópolis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El río y la palabra del rey no vuelven atrás. Ayer Shrek estaba trabajando con un insoportable dolor de resaca para continuar siendo “El Rey de la Rejas”, pues no quiere perder su majestad  faltando  con su palabra a nuestro vecino Zeziño .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entonces comencé a organizar y limpiar todo separando lo que nos llevaremos  de lo que dejaremos  aquí y cuál no sería mi alegría cuando encontré la que pensaba perdida y hasta malpensaba robada (menos mal porque si no la habría empeñado también)  la bella sortija de oro blanco y aguamarina legítima de 3 quilates que me regaló mi madrina y tía Blanca pocos meses  antes de morir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estaba terminando de almorzar cuando llegaron Rosana Bastos Ferreira (encargada del sub-proyecto pedagógico del Proyecto MP-Y de arborización del Nordeste Brasileño) y su marido de ojos azulísimos Ricardo quienes fueron conmigo hasta la capillita de la Virgen de los Vientos de donde me traje las cenizas de mi mamá para que vaya con nosotros  ya que a ella le encantaba viajar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Casi junto con ellos llegó  Xandón Don Juan, el sobrino de Shrek que ya comenzó a trabajar como nuestro chofer particular llevándonos a la misa de 6pm de nuestra parroquia.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3112338488250788798-4821705683719190224?l=fionadeshrek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fionadeshrek.blogspot.com/feeds/4821705683719190224/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3112338488250788798&amp;postID=4821705683719190224' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3112338488250788798/posts/default/4821705683719190224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3112338488250788798/posts/default/4821705683719190224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fionadeshrek.blogspot.com/2012/01/ring-found-la-sortija-hallada.html' title='THE RING FOUND / LA SORTIJA HALLADA'/><author><name>F.I.O.N.A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03838661132135290354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1P9lYXUt3z4/SKdDzwzEJ8I/AAAAAAAAALI/DgGPJP0N2no/S220/fiona.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-drAbAA8MrrY/TxnxbU96o8I/AAAAAAAACyU/2LGZJmPAxEM/s72-c/sortija%2Bde%2Baguamarina.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3112338488250788798.post-1544691964216914087</id><published>2012-01-14T12:36:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-16T21:09:56.787-02:00</updated><title type='text'>HERACLITUS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kuYM5RojUgw/TxStyyYf9HI/AAAAAAAACx8/bxCZDyolIXw/s1600/her%25C3%25A1clito.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 130px; height: 98px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kuYM5RojUgw/TxStyyYf9HI/AAAAAAAACx8/bxCZDyolIXw/s400/her%25C3%25A1clito.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698370516560114802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teresópolis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The saddest thing that happened to me yesterday (it had to be Friday 13) was to have reached the last point of the last chapter of the wonderful book "Zé do Rock: the ero without any h" (in portuguese) which I read in its original "Hidden Letuce" and not the Edition LP &amp; M that I bought on the Internet but so far has not arrived by mail up to day and we intend to leave home for a month on monday at 6am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we deposited in Banco Bradesco where I have no account but Shrek himself. For 2 gold bracelets they gave us 1 700 reais (USD 929)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The most delicious of the day was my dentist Marco Antonio´s hug to say goodbye until next month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; At night my youngest daughter rang for me. She is horribly suffering from not believing in Heraclitus:"Ever-newer waters flow on those who step into the same rivers".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teresópolis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lo más triste que me sucedió ayer (tenía que ser viernes 13) fue haber llegado al último punto del último capítulo del maravilloso libro “Zé do Rock: o erói sem nem um agá” que leí en su versión original “Alface Oculta” (Lechuga Oculta). La Edición LP&amp;M que compré por Internet hasta ahora no ha llegado, hoy no hay correo y pretendemos salir de viaje por un mes el lunes  a las 6am. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Solamente consiguió mitigar mi tristeza la emoción de los preparativos para el viaje. Con el teclado Casio dentro del escarabajito azul, fuimos a empeñar mis joyas aunque yo no sea la Reina Isabel de Castilla y Aragón quien empeñó las de ella para que Cristóbal Colón hiciese el viaje de sus sueños.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Después depositamos todo en el Banco Bradesco donde no tengo cuenta pero Shrek sí. Por 2 pulseras de oro nos dieron 1 700 reales  (USD 929)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lo más delicioso del día fue el abrazo de Marco Antonio mi dentista al despedirnos hasta el mes que viene. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De noche llamamos a mi hijita benjamina quien  sufre por no creer en Heráclito : “En los mismos ríos entramos y no entramos, pues somos y no somos los mismos”.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3112338488250788798-1544691964216914087?l=fionadeshrek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fionadeshrek.blogspot.com/feeds/1544691964216914087/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3112338488250788798&amp;postID=1544691964216914087' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3112338488250788798/posts/default/1544691964216914087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3112338488250788798/posts/default/1544691964216914087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fionadeshrek.blogspot.com/2012/01/heraclitus.html' title='HERACLITUS'/><author><name>F.I.O.N.A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03838661132135290354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1P9lYXUt3z4/SKdDzwzEJ8I/AAAAAAAAALI/DgGPJP0N2no/S220/fiona.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kuYM5RojUgw/TxStyyYf9HI/AAAAAAAACx8/bxCZDyolIXw/s72-c/her%25C3%25A1clito.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3112338488250788798.post-280322149757821103</id><published>2012-01-13T08:46:00.005-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-15T21:04:46.505-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dinero'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='VIAJES'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='COCHES'/><title type='text'>BEETLE CHECKING UP / REVISIÓN GENERAL DEL ESCARABAJO</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JBIZ0eExKZs/TxNa6gNy9RI/AAAAAAAACxw/vPadmesehmg/s1600/BEETLE%2BCHECKING%2BUP.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 259px; height: 195px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JBIZ0eExKZs/TxNa6gNy9RI/AAAAAAAACxw/vPadmesehmg/s400/BEETLE%2BCHECKING%2BUP.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5697997914680522002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teresópolis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I woke up, -unusually-, at 7am. I was shocked when I saw it was so late, got dressed and slipped on in a minute, I grabbed the car keys and went to the blacksmith to wake Shrek but he was awake watching for his birds in cages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; We went immediately to leave at the hospital our beloved Blue Beetle (VW 73) in the workshop of our auto-electrician Lenildo. Shrek stayed there and I went home by bus to take a bath, have breakfast and go running to the dentist. When I left the dental clinic I took another bus and went to Hiago my hairdresser who cut very short my wavy hair.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Then I had lunch at Pro-Abelha, I bought a VIVO modem to connect to Internet supposedly from anywhere in Brazil, signed a R$ 34 a month contract for a year and I arrived to Lenildo´s workshop when they were about to discharge our beetle.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; I returned home almost flying to arrive in time to walk with my Japanese neighbor, psychotherapist and best friend but she had already gone for a walk, probably with my giant and white substitute: Kika. So I wrapped my Casio keyboard and put it in the blue beetle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh what a day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teresópolis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me desperté inusitadamente a las 7am, me asusté cuando vi que era tan tarde, me vestí y calcé en un minuto, agarré las llaves del carro y fui a la herrería a despertar a Shrek pero él ya estaba despierto cuidando sus pajaritos enjaulados. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Salimos inmediatamente para dejar hospitalizado a Azulón, nuestro querido escarabajo azul (VW 73) en el taller de nuestro auto-electricista Lenildo.  Shrek se quedó allá y yo regresé a casa en autobús a tomar baño,  desayunar e irme corriendo al dentista.  Cuando salí de la clínica odontológica agarré otro autobús y fui al peluquero Hiago que me cortó cortísimo mi cabellito ondulado.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Después almorcé en Pro-Abelha, compré un modem VIVO para conectarme a Internet supuestamente desde cualquier lugar de Brasil, firmé un contrato de R$34 mensuales por un año y llegué al taller de Lenildo cuando estaban a punto de dar de alta a Azulón.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Regresé casi volando a casa para llegar a tiempo de caminar con mi vecina japonesa, psicoterapeuta y mejor amiga pero ella ya se había ido a caminar, probablemente con mi substituta la gigante  y blanca Kika. Envolví el teclado Casio y lo metí en el escarabajo azul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¡Ay qué día!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3112338488250788798-280322149757821103?l=fionadeshrek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fionadeshrek.blogspot.com/feeds/280322149757821103/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3112338488250788798&amp;postID=280322149757821103' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3112338488250788798/posts/default/280322149757821103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3112338488250788798/posts/default/280322149757821103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fionadeshrek.blogspot.com/2012/01/beetle-checking-up-revision-general-del.html' title='BEETLE CHECKING UP / REVISIÓN GENERAL DEL ESCARABAJO'/><author><name>F.I.O.N.A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03838661132135290354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1P9lYXUt3z4/SKdDzwzEJ8I/AAAAAAAAALI/DgGPJP0N2no/S220/fiona.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JBIZ0eExKZs/TxNa6gNy9RI/AAAAAAAACxw/vPadmesehmg/s72-c/BEETLE%2BCHECKING%2BUP.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3112338488250788798.post-5524507065741538093</id><published>2012-01-12T14:43:00.006-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-14T21:03:43.874-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gastronomía'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='COCHES'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='EXCESOS'/><title type='text'>ESSENTIAL BLACK BEANS / INDISPENSABLES CARAOTAS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-s6x4bdkEzy4/TxIJXbsqY3I/AAAAAAAACxk/6_SRrgSxKdg/s1600/caraotas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 259px; height: 194px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-s6x4bdkEzy4/TxIJXbsqY3I/AAAAAAAACxk/6_SRrgSxKdg/s400/caraotas.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5697626776753824626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teresópolis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Life is beautiful and nobody wants to die, even the animals, and it´s beautiful even if it´s not good but so far my life has pretty well been good with some exceptional moments like last night when Shrek had a rage and went to sleep (for the second time in 22 years), into his smithy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The day had been hectic and disappointing. Shrek got nervous and was hungry in the street. I had a quick lunch and went with my friend for a walk. I returned from the walk and Shrek had not yet had lunch because his black beans were not ready although there were lot of things to eat like roast chicken, rice, salad and vegetables.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had gone to the city to pawn the gold table clock but getting to the Bank we found out that they only accept jewelry. We returned from the bank with our tails between our legs carrying the 5 kilos clock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before arriving back home we stoped for changing the car oil as recommended by Shrek´son Leonardo. He said every 5 000 kilometers although we had 8 000.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; As for being summer at 7pm it was still clear, I passed the vacuum cleaner to the red carpets of the pianos. The thunderous noise of the vacuum cleaner was the water drop for SHrek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teresópolis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La vida es bella y nadie quiere morir, ni siquiera los animales, y es bella aunque sea mala pero hasta ahora mi vida, además de bella ha sido buena con algunos momentos excepcionales como anoche cuando Shrek tuvo un ataquito de rabia y se fue a dormir, por segunda vez en 22 años, a su herrería. &lt;br /&gt;El día había sido agitado y decepcionante. Nerviosos y hambrientos llegamos de la calle, medio almorcé, y salí con mi amiga a caminar. Regresé de la caminata y él todavía no había almorzado porque sus caraotas negras no estaban listas aunque había pollo asado, arroz, ensalada y legumbres.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A la ciudad llevamos para empeñar el reloj de mesa de oro pero solamente aceptan joyas. Regresamos del banco con el rabo entre las piernas cargando los 5 kilos del reloj.&lt;br /&gt;Antes paramos a cambiar el aceite del carro como nos recomendó Leonardo el hijo de Shrek, a cada 5 000 kilómetros recorridos aunque ya íbamos por 8 000. &lt;br /&gt;Como por ser verano  a las 7pm todavía estaba claro, aproveché para pasarle el aspirador de polvo a las alfombras rojas de los pianos. El estruendoso ruido del aspirador fue para Shrek la gota de agua.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3112338488250788798-5524507065741538093?l=fionadeshrek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fionadeshrek.blogspot.com/feeds/5524507065741538093/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3112338488250788798&amp;postID=5524507065741538093' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3112338488250788798/posts/default/5524507065741538093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3112338488250788798/posts/default/5524507065741538093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fionadeshrek.blogspot.com/2012/01/essential-black-beans-indispensables.html' title='ESSENTIAL BLACK BEANS / INDISPENSABLES CARAOTAS'/><author><name>F.I.O.N.A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03838661132135290354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1P9lYXUt3z4/SKdDzwzEJ8I/AAAAAAAAALI/DgGPJP0N2no/S220/fiona.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-s6x4bdkEzy4/TxIJXbsqY3I/AAAAAAAACxk/6_SRrgSxKdg/s72-c/caraotas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3112338488250788798.post-1539051871991359231</id><published>2012-01-11T05:21:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-13T21:11:17.340-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sistema'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='VIAJES'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='servicio consular'/><title type='text'>KIKA</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yasMh1cC1Go/TxC51yyBc_I/AAAAAAAACxY/Hg1eByjWNy4/s1600/kika.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 259px; height: 194px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yasMh1cC1Go/TxC51yyBc_I/AAAAAAAACxY/Hg1eByjWNy4/s400/kika.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5697257862439465970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teresópolis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Undoubtedly the best thing that happened yesterday was that Shrek fixed the right door of our Blue Beetle (VW 73) that was opening alone and closing with difficulty so we saved time and money for the mechanic Douglas to do the same thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only at 2 pm when he finished we were able to go down town so when we came back here at almost 5pm my Japanese neighbor rang me me and Shrek answered that I was having lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Doing that, I saw through the window (without glasses, which I only use for driving) there was a huge white dog across the street led by a boy. Then I recognized Kika and her owner, my best friend who went for a walk with my substitute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Then my oldest son rang me from Venezuela to tell me that my carioca son and grandson had missed their flight back to Spain because the child, with brazilian passport, did not have a return ticket and he was there illegally, something that his father did not know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teresópolis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sin lugar a dudas lo mejor que me sucedió ayer fue que Shrek arregló la puerta derecha de nuestro escarabajo azul (VW 73) que se estaba abriendo solita y cerrando con dificultad con lo que nos ahorramos el tiempo y el dinero que el mecánico Douglas nos iba a quitar por hacer lo mismo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; A las 2 de la tarde cuando terminó fue que pudimos ir a la ciudad por lo que llegamos aquí de regreso después de las 4 y cuando mi vecina japonesa me llamó por teléfono para que fuésemos a caminar yo estaba almorzando. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sentada en la mesa haciendo eso vi (sin anteojos, que solamente uso para manejar),  por la ventana que pasó del otro lado de la calle un perro blanco inmenso conducido por un chico. Después reconocí a Kika y su dueña: mi mejor amiga que se había ido a caminar con mi substituta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entonces me llamó mi hijo mayor desde Venezuela para contarme que mi hijo y mi nieto cariocas habían perdido su vuelo de regreso a España pues él había comprado los pasajes de ida y vuelta en España pero el niño, con pasaporte brasileño, estaba allá ilegalmente y él no lo sabía.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3112338488250788798-1539051871991359231?l=fionadeshrek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fionadeshrek.blogspot.com/feeds/1539051871991359231/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3112338488250788798&amp;postID=1539051871991359231' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3112338488250788798/posts/default/1539051871991359231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3112338488250788798/posts/default/1539051871991359231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fionadeshrek.blogspot.com/2012/01/kika.html' title='KIKA'/><author><name>F.I.O.N.A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03838661132135290354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1P9lYXUt3z4/SKdDzwzEJ8I/AAAAAAAAALI/DgGPJP0N2no/S220/fiona.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yasMh1cC1Go/TxC51yyBc_I/AAAAAAAACxY/Hg1eByjWNy4/s72-c/kika.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3112338488250788798.post-1911757965207069702</id><published>2012-01-10T10:37:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-13T09:20:41.676-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='limpieza'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nordeste brasileño'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ARBORIZACIÓN'/><title type='text'>SUITCASES ROOM / EL CUARTO DE LAS MALETAS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9lmShLwsbfo/TxATZ-4_llI/AAAAAAAACxM/yH4sJWhYS4I/s1600/suitcases%2Broom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 259px; height: 194px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9lmShLwsbfo/TxATZ-4_llI/AAAAAAAACxM/yH4sJWhYS4I/s400/suitcases%2Broom.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5697074865723381330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teresópolis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a day! What a wonderful productive day! Sure, thanks to Shrek who was in bed without speaking, without slander, without criticism, without censorship, without orders, in absolute silence, hungover until 5pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; So I finished cleaning the room that was of the children and when they grew up and went away it became the room of the suitcases, 2 years ago I threw them all out and left just one of my oldest daughter and one of my Seville sister. And now the room is mine, here is my desktop (laptot, 4 000 pictures that belonged to my mother and arrived here by mail from Venezuela, my printer, CDs, etc..), and also my clothes and bedding and bath clothe,etc ... and I have to go up and down every time a 12 steps stair which helps me to stay "in shape".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I also did the "summer season" (which began on December 22) cleaning of the bottom of the dishwasher, it was horrible, I painted it in ivory and changed the curtain and carpet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; It rained all day and I could not go walking with my Japanese neighbors. Then I checked my emails and, surprise, there was one of my friend Denise Mazeto encouraging me to realize my tree planting project in the Northeast.***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teresópolis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¡Qué dia! ¡Qué día maravillosamente productivo! Claro, gracias a que Shrek estuvo en la cama sin hablar, sin calumniar, sin criticar, sin censurar, sin dar órdenes, en silencio absoluto, enratonado, hasta las 5pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De manera que pude terminar de limpiar el cuarto que fue de los niños y después de las maletas hasta que las boté todas y dejé guardadas apenas una de mi hija mayor y otra de mi hermana Sevillana. Y ahora el cuarto es mío, aquí está mi escritorio (laptot, 4 000 fotos que eran de mi mamá y llegaron aquí por correo, impresora, CDs, etc.), la ropa mía y de cama y baño, ventilador… y tengo que subir y bajar cada rato una escalera de 12 escalones lo que me ayuda a mantenerme “en forma”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;También hice la limpieza de la “estación verano” (que comenzó el 22 de Diciembre) a la parte inferior del lavaplatos, estaba horrible, lo pinté de color marfil y le cambié la cortina y la alfombra. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Llovió todo el día y no pude ir a caminar con mi vecina japonesa. Entonces revisé mis Emails y, sorpresa, había uno de mi amiga Denise Mazeto incentivándome a realizar mi proyecto de arborización del Nordeste.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3112338488250788798-1911757965207069702?l=fionadeshrek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fionadeshrek.blogspot.com/feeds/1911757965207069702/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3112338488250788798&amp;postID=1911757965207069702' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3112338488250788798/posts/default/1911757965207069702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3112338488250788798/posts/default/1911757965207069702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fionadeshrek.blogspot.com/2012/01/suitcases-room-el-cuarto-de-las-maletas.html' title='SUITCASES ROOM / EL CUARTO DE LAS MALETAS'/><author><name>F.I.O.N.A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03838661132135290354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1P9lYXUt3z4/SKdDzwzEJ8I/AAAAAAAAALI/DgGPJP0N2no/S220/fiona.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9lmShLwsbfo/TxATZ-4_llI/AAAAAAAACxM/yH4sJWhYS4I/s72-c/suitcases%2Broom.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3112338488250788798.post-2959762384400977458</id><published>2012-01-09T08:20:00.005-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-11T22:41:41.903-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='limpieza'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='COCHES'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CONSUMISMO'/><title type='text'>CLUCKING DUCK / LA PATA CLUECA</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CVhUgzExXVs/Tw4sA7G0ZUI/AAAAAAAACxA/AiBqX-lbWmk/s1600/PATA%2BCLUECA.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 275px; height: 183px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CVhUgzExXVs/Tw4sA7G0ZUI/AAAAAAAACxA/AiBqX-lbWmk/s400/PATA%2BCLUECA.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696538973048169794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teresópolis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; There was a duck brooding 3 eggs so I could not do well done yesterday, taking advantage of no winds, something which had to be done 17 days ago when the year station changed from spring to summer: clean and repair the chicken coop, ie , pick up 20 kilos of manure and instead put 15 kilos of straw but it rained so much that I threw it even wet and it was not my straw but my japanese neighbor and best friend´s garden straw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; One of the most sublime pleasures that I enjoy every 3 months it is when I finish cleaning the coop and then I take a a bath just like all my other baths but I think that this one is delightful in the highest degree. Too bad I had to hurry because it was already 1 pm and at 2 o´clock closed the the supermarket. When we got there we saw a plaque that read: "From January 2 we close at 9pm Sundays too".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Then, in the Alto Fair, we bought a dress for Victoria and got a loan with Wanda (Mrs. Rita Cane Juice´s daugher-in-law) of 4 reals (almost USD 2.oo)  provided to pay for parking because the ATM was broken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teresópolis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Había una pata empollando 3 huevos y por eso no pude hacer bien ayer, aprovechando que no venteaba, lo que tenía que haber hecho hace 17 días cuando cambió la estación, pasando de la primavera para el verano: limpiar y reparar el gallinero, es decir, recoger 20 kilos de estiércol y en su lugar colocar 15 kilos de paja pero ha llovido tanto que la eché mojada siendo que ni siquiera era mi grama sino la del jardín de mi vecina japonesa y mejor amiga. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uno de los placeres más sublimes que tengo cada 3 meses lo disfruté cuando terminé la limpieza del gallinero y tomé un baño igual a los otros pero que me parece delicioso en grado máximo. Lástima que tuve que hacerlo apurada porque ya era la 1pm y a las 2 cerraban el supermercado. Al llegar allá vimos una placa que decía: “A partir del 2 de Enero cerramos a las 9 de la noche también lo domingos”. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Después, en la Feria del Alto, compramos un vestidito para Victoria y conseguimos prestados con Wanda (nuera de Doña Rita Jugo de Caña) 4 reales prestados para pagar el estacionamiento pues el cajero electrónico estaba dañado.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3112338488250788798-2959762384400977458?l=fionadeshrek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fionadeshrek.blogspot.com/feeds/2959762384400977458/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3112338488250788798&amp;postID=2959762384400977458' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3112338488250788798/posts/default/2959762384400977458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3112338488250788798/posts/default/2959762384400977458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fionadeshrek.blogspot.com/2012/01/clucking-duck-la-pata-clueca.html' title='CLUCKING DUCK / LA PATA CLUECA'/><author><name>F.I.O.N.A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03838661132135290354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1P9lYXUt3z4/SKdDzwzEJ8I/AAAAAAAAALI/DgGPJP0N2no/S220/fiona.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CVhUgzExXVs/Tw4sA7G0ZUI/AAAAAAAACxA/AiBqX-lbWmk/s72-c/PATA%2BCLUECA.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3112338488250788798.post-893370129119905328</id><published>2012-01-08T09:30:00.005-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-10T21:09:02.988-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='discusión conyugal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='actividades silenciosas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='religión'/><title type='text'>FOUL MOOD / HUMOR DE PERROS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VJL64itcJK0/TwzEewSknkI/AAAAAAAACw0/R9KmIFjAE6Y/s1600/humor%2Bde%2Bperros.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 241px; height: 209px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VJL64itcJK0/TwzEewSknkI/AAAAAAAACw0/R9KmIFjAE6Y/s400/humor%2Bde%2Bperros.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696143661354753602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teresópolis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; What a wonderful night I had before last night. I woke up from sleeping deeply pleased since no one pressed me against the wall because Shrek had gone very angry to sleep in the little room next door. I got up in good humor and Shrek in dogs humor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Shortly after, his son phoned saying he was coming. About 2 hours later he still had not arrived and the sky darkened, so I went alone to visit my mom, that is, her ashes. When there were about 100 steps to still arrive, it began to thunder and,-when I reached the chapel-, to rain. In 10 minutes I was up there but going with Shrek we take 20 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Upon returning from the chapel Leo had already arrived with his wife Fernanda and their daughter Victoria. They are Shrek´s only son, only daughter-in-saw and only grandchild. We all sat down to lunch together and Shrek was still furious. At the table he said something that seemed to me so horribly disgusting that I did not open my mouth for anything but to eat, not even to smile. I swore that this was the drop of water after 22 years together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; About 3 minutes later he realized I was upset. Immediately he became another Shrek: cheerful, kind, loving, seductive ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teresópolis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Qué noche maravillosa la de antenoche. Me desperté encantada por haber dormido profundamente sin nadie prensándome contra la pared pues Shrek se había ido muy bravo a dormir en el cuartico de al lado. Yo me levanté de buen humor y Shrek de un humor de perros. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poco después llamó por teléfono su hijo diciendo que estaba llegando. Como 2 horas después todavía no había llegado y el cielo se oscureció, subí sola a visitar a mi mamá, es decir, sus cenizas. Cuando faltaban unos 100 escalones comenzó a tronar y, -cuando llegué a la capilla-, a llover. En 10 minutos había subido lo que tardo 20 si voy con Shrek. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Al regresar de la capilla ya habían llegado Leo, Fernanda y Victoria, único hijo de Shrek, única nuera y única nieta. Nos sentamos a almorzar juntos y Shrek continuaba furioso. Dijo en la mesa algo que me pareció tan horriblemente asqueroso que no volví a abrir mi boca para decir nada ni siquiera sonreir. Me juré que esa era la gota de agua después de 22 años de convivencia. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tenía así unos 3 minutos cuando él se dio cuenta. Inmediatamente se convirtió en otro Shrek: alegre, amable, cariñoso, seductor…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3112338488250788798-893370129119905328?l=fionadeshrek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fionadeshrek.blogspot.com/feeds/893370129119905328/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3112338488250788798&amp;postID=893370129119905328' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3112338488250788798/posts/default/893370129119905328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3112338488250788798/posts/default/893370129119905328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fionadeshrek.blogspot.com/2012/01/foul-mood-humor-de-perros.html' title='FOUL MOOD / HUMOR DE PERROS'/><author><name>F.I.O.N.A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03838661132135290354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1P9lYXUt3z4/SKdDzwzEJ8I/AAAAAAAAALI/DgGPJP0N2no/S220/fiona.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VJL64itcJK0/TwzEewSknkI/AAAAAAAACw0/R9KmIFjAE6Y/s72-c/humor%2Bde%2Bperros.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3112338488250788798.post-7654274729442603332</id><published>2012-01-07T12:05:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-09T16:54:37.763-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='discusión conyugal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PELÍCULAS'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LIBERTAD FEMENINA'/><title type='text'>GASPAR, MELCHIOR, BALTAZAR</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-s7N2si3VHm8/Tws3sBMF0DI/AAAAAAAACwo/YCWrLuZdohU/s1600/gaspar%252C%2Bm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-s7N2si3VHm8/Tws3sBMF0DI/AAAAAAAACwo/YCWrLuZdohU/s400/gaspar%252C%2Bm.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695707383113044018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teresópolis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Yesterday it was the day of the 3 Magi: Caspar, Melchior, Balthazar. Shrek and I went to take our blue beetle to its doctors although it´s not sick, just preparing for the trip to the Northeast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; One of the doctors was Lenildo the electrician (who gave us the dog Dakaisha a few months ago). We had prepared the story we were going to tell him if in case he asked about Dakaisha. But he was too busy and he asked to arrive there at 8am not at 2pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Then we took Bluebird to another doctor, Douglas, the one that fixes locks and doors, but he had not returned from his holidays. Finally the shoemaker, where we bought not a pair of shoes but only the right foot, expensive, 200 reais ($ 108 exactly), of course, with the tire air chamber also new. I think Shrek was misled or I was deceived by Shrek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Shrek went to sleep very angry in the little room next door and I,-owner absolute owner of the TV remote-control, I saw the Brazilian film "Once upon a time" something like Romeo and Juliet 517 years later, a little more tragic. Horrible, but good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teresópolis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ayer fue el día de los 3 Reyes Magos: Gaspar, Melchor, Baltasar. Fuimos Shrek y yo a llevar nuestro escarabajo azul a sus médicos aunque no está enfermo, apenas preparándolo para el viaje al Nordeste. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uno de sus médicos fue Lenildo el electricista (el que nos regaló hace unos meses el perro Dakaisha. Teníamos preparada la historia que le íbamos a contar si nos preguntaba por él.  Pero estaba muy ocupado y nos mandó volver a las 8 de la mañana, y no como llegamos, a las 2 de la tarde).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Después llevamos a Azulón a su médico que arregla cerraduras y puertas pero no había regresado de sus vacaciones. Finalmente al zapatero, donde no le compramos un par de zapatos sino apenas el del pié derecho, carísimo, 200 reales (exactamente 108 dólares), claro, con la cámara de aire del neumático también nueva. Creo que Shrek fue engañado o yo fui engañada por Shrek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Furiosa con Shrek él se fue a dormir en el cuartico de al lado y yo, -dueña  absoluta del control de la TV-, vi la película brasileña "Era una Vez", una especie de Romeo y Julieta 517 años después, un poco más trágica. Horrible, pero buena.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3112338488250788798-7654274729442603332?l=fionadeshrek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fionadeshrek.blogspot.com/feeds/7654274729442603332/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3112338488250788798&amp;postID=7654274729442603332' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3112338488250788798/posts/default/7654274729442603332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3112338488250788798/posts/default/7654274729442603332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fionadeshrek.blogspot.com/2012/01/gaspar-melchior-baltazar.html' title='GASPAR, MELCHIOR, BALTAZAR'/><author><name>F.I.O.N.A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03838661132135290354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1P9lYXUt3z4/SKdDzwzEJ8I/AAAAAAAAALI/DgGPJP0N2no/S220/fiona.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-s7N2si3VHm8/Tws3sBMF0DI/AAAAAAAACwo/YCWrLuZdohU/s72-c/gaspar%252C%2Bm.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3112338488250788798.post-1972331905339374659</id><published>2012-01-06T12:04:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-08T21:22:29.870-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reencarnación'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sometimiento'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='propósitos'/><title type='text'>GRANJA COMARY, TERESÓPOLIS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1nVN-In8YV4/Twok9iqdL6I/AAAAAAAACwc/e5cXwq5iTRM/s1600/2011%2B11%2B13%2Bteres%25C3%25B3polis%2B011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1nVN-In8YV4/Twok9iqdL6I/AAAAAAAACwc/e5cXwq5iTRM/s400/2011%2B11%2B13%2Bteres%25C3%25B3polis%2B011.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695405318458912674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teresópolis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I write, therefore I am. I'm alive but I regret greatly having to upset whoever even less my own son, the eldest one and only one living in Venezuela and who sends me the money of my retirement. Do I renounce Satan, his pomps and vanities and promise to follow Christ forever? (I said that by heart when I was 5-year-old dressed lavishly with all pomp and vanity on the day of my First Communion, without understanding what it meant). Maybe the solution would be my friend Miriam's nice son Giovanni from Costa Rica. He will do it with honesty and feeling honored, proud to help, happy, and for him it will be much easier because he lives one block from the bank where IVSS (VENEZUELAN SOCIAL SECURITY)deposites my welfare money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; My friend Gilda asks me why I'm not going to live in Venezuela instead of going to live in the Northeast of Brazil. Good idea. Although yesterday I went to walk on the Granja Comari neighborhood with my Japanese friend, almost 2 hours and then I took a coconut water. In our way we did not see anyone, known or unknown, not even a cigarette butt, just swans on the lake, flowers, beautiful dogs ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teresópolis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Escribo, luego existo. Estoy viva aunque me pesa enormemente tener que amargarle la vida a mi hijo mayor con eso de enviarme el dinero de mi jubilación. ¿Renuncio a Satanás, a sus pompas y vanidades  y prometo seguir a Cristo por siempre jamás? (eso lo dije a los 5 años de edad vestida lujosamente con toda pompa y vanidad el día  de mi Primera Comunión, de memoria, sin entender lo que decía). ¿La solución sería tal vez el bello Giovanni hijo de mi amiga Costarricense Miriam? Él lo hará con honestidad y sintiéndose honrado, orgulloso de poder ayudarme, feliz, además de que para él será mucho más fácil pues vive a una cuadra del banco donde el IVSS me deposita.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mi amiga Gilda me pregunta por qué no me voy a vivir a Venezuela en vez de irme a vivir al Nordeste de Brasil. Buena idea. Aunque ayer fui a caminar por la Granja Comari con mi vecina japonesa y mejor amiga, casi 2 horas y después me tomé un agua de coco. En el camino no tropezamos con nadie, ni conocido ni desconocido, ni siquiera con una colilla de cigarro, apenas cisnes en el lago, flores, perros preciosos...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3112338488250788798-1972331905339374659?l=fionadeshrek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fionadeshrek.blogspot.com/feeds/1972331905339374659/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3112338488250788798&amp;postID=1972331905339374659' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3112338488250788798/posts/default/1972331905339374659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3112338488250788798/posts/default/1972331905339374659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fionadeshrek.blogspot.com/2012/01/granja-comary-teresopolis.html' title='GRANJA COMARY, TERESÓPOLIS'/><author><name>F.I.O.N.A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03838661132135290354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1P9lYXUt3z4/SKdDzwzEJ8I/AAAAAAAAALI/DgGPJP0N2no/S220/fiona.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1nVN-In8YV4/Twok9iqdL6I/AAAAAAAACwc/e5cXwq5iTRM/s72-c/2011%2B11%2B13%2Bteres%25C3%25B3polis%2B011.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3112338488250788798.post-7677356659897811224</id><published>2012-01-05T11:10:00.006-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-07T20:49:49.396-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dinero'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='VIAJES'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='servicio consular'/><title type='text'>BEING VICTORIOUS / SER VENCEDOR</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3C8Dm_m-iF8/TwjH4n3ZcvI/AAAAAAAACwQ/PiYKFktme_E/s1600/vencer%252C%2Btriunfar%2B%252C.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 270px; height: 201px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3C8Dm_m-iF8/TwjH4n3ZcvI/AAAAAAAACwQ/PiYKFktme_E/s400/vencer%252C%2Btriunfar%2B%252C.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695021504397931250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teresópolis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Yesterday I went on a bus to the Consulate of Venezuela in Rio de Janeiro, where my "Faith of Live" was ready since I had requested it by phone as soon as my oldest son rang for me asking for it urgently. The new consul came to greet me, very serious, we just said 3 words and shook hands. Then I went to Banco do Brasil thanks to my musician son who told me how he obtained 600 reais to return to São Paulo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I imitated him, I spoke with a manager and told him that I could not go back to Teresópolis because only after arriving in Rio I had realized that my card had expired. My son had entered the bank with his (it was my) dog Dakaisha, wearing dark glasses. There was nothing in his account, but both of them were very clean, fragrant and well dressed. I just asked R$ 200.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; I went to Fedex and sent to my Venezuelan daughter-in-law my paper signed by the Consul with my fingerprints. Then I went to Werner Coiffeur but my carioca daughter-in-law was not there. I returned to the bus station, drank a yogurt, arrived here, had lunch and went for a walk with my psychotherapist feeling like a triumphant, victorious winner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teresópolis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ayer salí en un autobús a Río de Janeiro, al consulado de Venezuela donde ya estaba lista mi fe de vida pues la había pedido por teléfono así que mi hijo mayor me llamó solicitándola con urgencia. El nuevo Cónsul salió a saludarme, muy serio, no dijimos sino 3 palabras y nos dimos la mano. Entonces me fui al Banco do Brasil gracias a que mi hijo músico me había contado cómo obtuvo 600 reales para regresar a São Paulo. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lo imité, hablé con un gerente y le conté que no tenía cómo regresar a Teresópolis pues solamente después de haber llegado a Río me había dado cuenta que mi tarjeta estaba vencida.  Mi hijo había entrado al banco con anteojos oscuros y con su (antes mío) perro Dacaixa. No tenía nada en su cuenta pero ambos estaban limpios, perfumados y bien vestidos. Yo pedí solamente 200.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Fui a Fedex  y le envié a mi nuerita venezolana el papel firmado por el Cónsul con mis huellas digitales.  Fui a Werner Coiffeur pero mi nuera carioca no estaba. Regresé al terminal de autobuses, tomé un yogurt, llegué aquí, almorcé y me fui a caminar con mi picoterapeuta sintiéndome triunfadora, vencedora, victoriosa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3112338488250788798-7677356659897811224?l=fionadeshrek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fionadeshrek.blogspot.com/feeds/7677356659897811224/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3112338488250788798&amp;postID=7677356659897811224' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3112338488250788798/posts/default/7677356659897811224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3112338488250788798/posts/default/7677356659897811224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fionadeshrek.blogspot.com/2012/01/being-victorious-ser-vencedor.html' title='BEING VICTORIOUS / SER VENCEDOR'/><author><name>F.I.O.N.A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03838661132135290354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1P9lYXUt3z4/SKdDzwzEJ8I/AAAAAAAAALI/DgGPJP0N2no/S220/fiona.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3C8Dm_m-iF8/TwjH4n3ZcvI/AAAAAAAACwQ/PiYKFktme_E/s72-c/vencer%252C%2Btriunfar%2B%252C.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3112338488250788798.post-1486376266723656048</id><published>2012-01-04T05:26:00.007-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-06T21:22:26.517-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dinero'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='limpieza'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PLACERES'/><title type='text'>ZONA</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Kam1zma1Cj8/Twd_q3oK2bI/AAAAAAAACwE/5KNBMHDD63o/s1600/ZONA.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 220px; height: 230px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Kam1zma1Cj8/Twd_q3oK2bI/AAAAAAAACwE/5KNBMHDD63o/s400/ZONA.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5694660628296948146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teresópolis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; When my youngest daughter was here she said that this room (which was of her and her siblings when they were children and now it is mine for everything except sleeping) was like a "zona" (so called in Brazil the area of the cities where it is permitted prostitution). So yesterday I loaded the vacuum cleaner up here and left perfectly clean and organized the side where the sun sets. It took me exactly an hour and a half. The "junk" I gave to Luiz the Guard: my old computer with monitor, keyboard and mouse all in perfect condition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The day before yesterday, at last, my Japánese neighbor and best friend ended her Christmas family retreat, but as it rained we could not go for a walk so we did THAT yesterday for the first time in several days. We had fun bringing our gossips up to day and enjoying the beauty of flowering, scented streets of Granja Comari neighborhood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; After the walk Shrek and I went downtown to take some money from the ATM but I discovered that my credit card expired on December 31, four days ago, so we went back home empty handed though Shrek scratched his cards and managed to buy 2 bottles of wine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teresópolis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como cuando estuvo aquí mi hijita benjamina dijo que este cuarto (que fue de ella y sus hermanos cuando eran niños y ahora es mío para todo menos dormir) parecía una “zona” (así llaman en Brasil al área de las ciudades donde es permitida la prostitución), cargué el aspirador de polvo hasta aquí y dejé perfectamente limpio y organizado el lado por donde se oculta el sol. Demoré exactamente una hora y media. La "basura" se la regalé a Luis Vigilante: mi computador viejo con monitor, teclado y mouse todo en perfecto estado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Después de la caminata fui al centro con Shrek  a buscar dinero en el cajero electrónico pero descubrí que mi tarjeta de crédito venció  el 31 de Diciembre, hace 4 días, por lo que regresamos a casa de manos vacías aunque Shrek raspó sus tarjetas y consiguió comprar 2 botellas de vino.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3112338488250788798-1486376266723656048?l=fionadeshrek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fionadeshrek.blogspot.com/feeds/1486376266723656048/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3112338488250788798&amp;postID=1486376266723656048' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3112338488250788798/posts/default/1486376266723656048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3112338488250788798/posts/default/1486376266723656048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fionadeshrek.blogspot.com/2012/01/zona.html' title='ZONA'/><author><name>F.I.O.N.A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03838661132135290354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1P9lYXUt3z4/SKdDzwzEJ8I/AAAAAAAAALI/DgGPJP0N2no/S220/fiona.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Kam1zma1Cj8/Twd_q3oK2bI/AAAAAAAACwE/5KNBMHDD63o/s72-c/ZONA.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3112338488250788798.post-1441297739951395074</id><published>2012-01-03T10:37:00.004-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-05T22:06:24.141-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gastronomía'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CUMPLEAÑOS'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LIBERTAD'/><title type='text'>THE GUESTS / LOS INVITADOS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VFGbjrxeP4w/TwY6WCDwa5I/AAAAAAAACv4/kCiq3qoFvRo/s1600/2012%2B01%2B05%2B%2Bteres%25C3%25B3polis%2B035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VFGbjrxeP4w/TwY6WCDwa5I/AAAAAAAACv4/kCiq3qoFvRo/s400/2012%2B01%2B05%2B%2Bteres%25C3%25B3polis%2B035.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5694302929040731026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teresópolis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My God, what a day! It was already 2pm when finaly Shrek rose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; As it was our 22th wedding anniversary, I got from him without much effort whatever I asked, first of all to go down town to buy what we needed for the lunch-dinner that we would give to Norwegian mathematician Gar, his wife Fernanda, her daughter Gabriele and her mother-in-law my friend, neighbor and pharmacist Gilda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I bought 6 plates, 6 saucers, 2 bottles of wine (one of them great, from the Nieto Senetiner wineries)and 6 tenderloin steaks. At home I had already done for the third time in 15 days the Christmas black cake my mom used to do just ​​once a year every year of her life nearly a century. Also the pork that Sebastian from Magé had given to us was ready and a bit of the one of the 3 ducks that Mrs. Rita Cane Juice had killed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The guests arrived (except the girl) and also my adopted son Alan Magalhães, we all ate, drank, played piano, sang, they went away and my oldest son rang from Venezuela and yelled at me because my life is not serious and full of responsibilities and worries about his musician brother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teresópolis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¡Dios mío, qué día! Solamente a las 2pm fue que Shrek se levantó. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como era nuestro 22º aniversario de matrimonio, conseguí sin mucho esfuerzo todo lo que le pedí: primero que nada acompañarme a la ciudad a comprar lo que necesitábamos para el almuerzo-cena que daríamos a Gar el matemático noruego, su mujer Fernanda, su hija Gabriele y su suegra: mi amiga, vecina y farmaceuta Gilda. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Compré 6 platos, 6 platicos, 2 botellas de vino (uno buenísimo,  de las bodegas Nieto Senetiner) y 6 bistecs de solomillo. En casa ya yo había hecho por tercera vez en 15 días la torta negra de Navidad que mi mamá hacía una vez al año todos los años  de su vida de casi un siglo. También estaba listo el pernil que nos había regalado Sebatián de Magé y un poquitico de uno de los 3 patos que había matado Doña Rita Jugo de Caña.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Llegaron los convidados (menos la niña) y mi hijo postizo Alan, comimos, bebimos, toqué piano, canté, ellos se fueron y mi hijo mayor me llamó por teléfono desde Venezuela para reprimirme porque mi vida no es seria y llena de responsabilidades y preocupaciones fraternales como la de él.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3112338488250788798-1441297739951395074?l=fionadeshrek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fionadeshrek.blogspot.com/feeds/1441297739951395074/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3112338488250788798&amp;postID=1441297739951395074' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3112338488250788798/posts/default/1441297739951395074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3112338488250788798/posts/default/1441297739951395074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fionadeshrek.blogspot.com/2012/01/guests-los-invitados.html' title='THE GUESTS / LOS INVITADOS'/><author><name>F.I.O.N.A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03838661132135290354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1P9lYXUt3z4/SKdDzwzEJ8I/AAAAAAAAALI/DgGPJP0N2no/S220/fiona.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VFGbjrxeP4w/TwY6WCDwa5I/AAAAAAAACv4/kCiq3qoFvRo/s72-c/2012%2B01%2B05%2B%2Bteres%25C3%25B3polis%2B035.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3112338488250788798.post-469559798479362829</id><published>2012-01-02T12:42:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-04T20:13:01.466-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CASTIGO'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='actividades silenciosas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='música'/><title type='text'>MY PLATONIC PASSION / MI PASIÓN PLATÓNICA</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YJ74x3io6Sg/TwTOsBa_lII/AAAAAAAACvs/1bOVTpoG6QY/s1600/gustavo%2Bdudamel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 225px; height: 225px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YJ74x3io6Sg/TwTOsBa_lII/AAAAAAAACvs/1bOVTpoG6QY/s400/gustavo%2Bdudamel.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693903084594369666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teresópolis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many good things happened to me yesterday! Choosing the best is difficult. It may have been to see at 10pm in TV Brasil my platonic love Gustavo Dudamel, saying in English (with Venezuela accent) to 20 000 people who were at the concert led by him at the Forest Amphitheatre in Berlin to excuse him because the only word that he could say in German was "beer."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Other: Shrek became furious on Saturday afternoon because I complained that he had drunk the only bottle of Pinotage (the grape that I like most of all wines) intead of drinking any of the 2 Merlots we had at home, so he spoke nothing to me from that moment (believing that this would punish me) and when 2012 arrived we did not realize it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; But after 18 hours of silence, he made up with me, I guess he did not endure the suffering of being unable to give me shouting orders thinking he is a General since he gets out of bed until he goes to sleep. And the truth is that it also is terrible not to have anybody to talk with or even argue, tell jokes and gossip or ask heavy load favors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teresópolis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¡Me sucedieron tantas cosas buenas ayer! Escoger la mejor es difícil. Tal vez haya sido ver en TVBrasil  a las 10pm a mi pasión platónica Gustavo Dudamel diciéndole en un inglés de acento venezolano a las 20 000 personas que fueron al concierto dirigido por él en el Anfiteatro del Bosque en Berlín que lo disculparan porque la única palabra que sabía decir en alemán era “cerveza”. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Otra: Shrek se había puesto furioso el sábado en la tarde, por mi culpa pues le reclamé haberse  bebido la única Pinotage (la uva que me gusta más de todos los vinos) en vez de alguna de las Merlot que teníamos en casa, y por lo tanto no me habló desde ese instante (creyendo que así me castigaba) por lo que cuando llegó 2012ni nos dimos cuenta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero después de 18 horas de silencio,  se contentó, supongo que por no aguantar el sufrimiento de no poder darme órdenes y gritarme echándoselas de general desde que sale de la cama hasta que se va a dormir. Y la verdad es que también es malísimo no tener con quien hablar o aunque sea discutir, contarle chistes y chismes  o pedirle favores pesados de cargar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3112338488250788798-469559798479362829?l=fionadeshrek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fionadeshrek.blogspot.com/feeds/469559798479362829/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3112338488250788798&amp;postID=469559798479362829' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3112338488250788798/posts/default/469559798479362829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3112338488250788798/posts/default/469559798479362829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fionadeshrek.blogspot.com/2012/01/my-platonic-passion-mi-pasion-platonica.html' title='MY PLATONIC PASSION / MI PASIÓN PLATÓNICA'/><author><name>F.I.O.N.A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03838661132135290354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1P9lYXUt3z4/SKdDzwzEJ8I/AAAAAAAAALI/DgGPJP0N2no/S220/fiona.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YJ74x3io6Sg/TwTOsBa_lII/AAAAAAAACvs/1bOVTpoG6QY/s72-c/gustavo%2Bdudamel.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3112338488250788798.post-7463596376519681226</id><published>2012-01-01T14:51:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-03T20:49:34.968-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='demasiado amor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='VIAJES'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MASCOTAS'/><title type='text'>COPACABANA REVEILLON / RÉVEILLON EN COPACABANA</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GZyoPb8Ji0w/TwOFWDpLejI/AAAAAAAACvg/BjIU8Hj8cSo/s1600/copacabana%2Breveillon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 275px; height: 183px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GZyoPb8Ji0w/TwOFWDpLejI/AAAAAAAACvg/BjIU8Hj8cSo/s400/copacabana%2Breveillon.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693540967908080178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teresópolis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I was brushing my teeth when Shrek nocked the bathroom door. Opening it I saw that he was terrified and talking quietly! (rare for him). He asked me to get out of there to attend Pfister's wife who had just arrived. This Pfister had given a lift for my musician son to take him and my dog Dakaisha up to São Paulo. I said to Shrek to ask her to come in, sit down and wait because I could not attend her as I was, naked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; When I left the bathroom she was there almost in tears because the last time she had managed to contact her husband it was 10 o´clock last night. So I called my son's cell phone but he did not answer. Then I rang to Du (Aunt Free´s son-in-law) talking very calmly with Du, and he told me she was at my son´s, I asked the fix phone number and he said he did not know it, I wished happy new year and hung up. Then the girl was calmer and went away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; At noon I called my son back, we had heated arguments and soon after I went to my pharmacist friend Gilda's house where they were all ready with the greatest joy and hurry to pick up the bus that would take them to Copacabana´s Reveillon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teresópolis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estaba cepillándome los dientes cuando Shrek tocó la puerta del baño. Al abrirla vi que él estaba aterrorizado y hablando ¡BAJITO! (raro en él) me dijo que saliera a atender a la esposa de Pfister (el amigo que le había dado la cola a São Paulo a mi hijo músico). Le pedí que la mandara a pasar adelante y a sentarse y esperar porque yo no podía atenderla desnuda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuando salí del baño ella estaba allí casi llorando pues la última vez que había conseguido comunicarse con su marido había sido a las 10 de la noche anterior. Entonces llamé al celular de mi hijo pero no me atendió. Después hablé muy calmamente con Du, el yerno de la tía Free y me dijo que ella estaba en casa de mi hijo, le pregunté el número del fijo y me dijo que no lo sabía, le desee feliz año y colgué. Entonces la chica se fue más tranquila.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Al mediodía llamé de nuevo a mi hijo, discutimos acaloradamente y poco después fui a casa de mi amiga farmaceuta donde estaban todos preparándose con la mayor alegría y apresados para no perder el autobús que los llevaría al Réveillon de Copacabana.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3112338488250788798-7463596376519681226?l=fionadeshrek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fionadeshrek.blogspot.com/feeds/7463596376519681226/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3112338488250788798&amp;postID=7463596376519681226' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3112338488250788798/posts/default/7463596376519681226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3112338488250788798/posts/default/7463596376519681226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fionadeshrek.blogspot.com/2012/01/copacabana-reveillon-reveillon-en.html' title='COPACABANA REVEILLON / RÉVEILLON EN COPACABANA'/><author><name>F.I.O.N.A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03838661132135290354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1P9lYXUt3z4/SKdDzwzEJ8I/AAAAAAAAALI/DgGPJP0N2no/S220/fiona.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GZyoPb8Ji0w/TwOFWDpLejI/AAAAAAAACvg/BjIU8Hj8cSo/s72-c/copacabana%2Breveillon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3112338488250788798.post-5050145920688083717</id><published>2011-12-31T12:16:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-02T21:09:17.300-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='COCHES'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MASCOTAS'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='EXCESOS'/><title type='text'>A LIFT PLEASE / UNA COLITA POR FAVOR</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6pstJsFZeiI/TwI4gxs3RII/AAAAAAAACvU/59yac4MO6DE/s1600/a%2Blift%2Bplease.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 194px; height: 259px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6pstJsFZeiI/TwI4gxs3RII/AAAAAAAACvU/59yac4MO6DE/s400/a%2Blift%2Bplease.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693175014698206338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teresópolis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Fleeing from the countless phone calls that my youngest daughter, his dad (my 4th ex-husband) and aunt Free (Elfride)did asking for my musician son, desperate because he had left at 6am (by the window, for Shrek furious last night went to sleep in the blacksmith shop leaving my son and me here at home locked up, or as my son said, the only thing he said before leaving: "prisoners", Shrek and I went to the city to buy 100 grams of pepper and 50 grams of cumin to the place where they sell it cheaper, but as we had to pay for parking and put gas in the car, ended up getting more expensive than in the place where they sell it more expensive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; And anyway our cell phone rang. But it was none of "The 3 Desperates"  but my Sevillian sister with whom I talked very long while Shrek went shopping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; At 8 pm finally we located my son who was already arriving to São Paulo with our (now his) dog Dakaisha and his musician friend Herique Pfister (to whom he asked the 700 km lift to São Paulo) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teresópolis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huyendo de las innumerables llamadas de mi hijita benjamina, su papá (mi 4º ex –marido) y la tía Free (Elfride), preguntando por mi hijo músico, desesperados porque él había salido a las 6 de la mañana (por la ventana, pues Shrek furioso la noche anterior se fue a dormir en el taller de herrería dejándonos a mi hijo y a mí aquí en casa encerrados con llave, o como mi propio hijo dijo, lo único que dijo antes de irse: “presos”, Shrek y yo fuimos a la ciudad para comprar 100 gramos de pimienta y 50 de comino al lugar donde la venden más barata, pero como tuvimos que pagar estacionamiento y echarle gasolina al carro, acabó saliendo más cara que en el lugar donde la venden más cara. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y de todas maneras el teléfono celular tocó. Pero no era ninguno de los 3 desesperados sino mi hermanita sevillana con quien conversé largamente mientras Shrek hacía las compras.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A las 8 de la noche finalmente localizamos a mi hijo quien ya estaba llegando a São Paulo con nuestro (ahora suyo) perro Dakaisha, su amigo músico Herique Pfister (a quien le pidió la cola de 700 kilómetros) y el mecánico de éste.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3112338488250788798-5050145920688083717?l=fionadeshrek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fionadeshrek.blogspot.com/feeds/5050145920688083717/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3112338488250788798&amp;postID=5050145920688083717' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3112338488250788798/posts/default/5050145920688083717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3112338488250788798/posts/default/5050145920688083717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fionadeshrek.blogspot.com/2011/12/lift-please-una-colita-por-favor.html' title='A LIFT PLEASE / UNA COLITA POR FAVOR'/><author><name>F.I.O.N.A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03838661132135290354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1P9lYXUt3z4/SKdDzwzEJ8I/AAAAAAAAALI/DgGPJP0N2no/S220/fiona.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6pstJsFZeiI/TwI4gxs3RII/AAAAAAAACvU/59yac4MO6DE/s72-c/a%2Blift%2Bplease.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3112338488250788798.post-6763053305730203939</id><published>2011-12-30T11:59:00.006-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-02T13:11:22.344-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='VIAJES'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='COCHES'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='EXCESOS'/><title type='text'>THE LAST DROP / LA ÚLTIMA GOTA</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qE-RRWN_6wI/TwHIBeEvXsI/AAAAAAAACvI/M5Ro3AoWiD0/s1600/puente%2Brio%2Bniteroi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 179px; height: 145px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qE-RRWN_6wI/TwHIBeEvXsI/AAAAAAAACvI/M5Ro3AoWiD0/s400/puente%2Brio%2Bniteroi.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693051331551387330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teresopolis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh what a wonderfully bizarre day! So many times I had to switch from 2nd to 1st and vice versa stuck in the Avenida Brasil and the Rio-Niteroi bridge, I almost get a blister on the palm of my right hand but anyhow we went well so that when we arrived back home, Shrek praised me for how I drive, even though he always says the opposite, and yesterday he insulted me as we entered erroneously into the Rio-Niteroi bridge, the longest 17 miles of my life because the fuel gauge needle marked V vacuum and if we stopped for lack of gasoline we would have a R$ 85 fine and 4 negative points in my driving license.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Awful anguish and delicious feeling to get to the fuel pump before the car consumed its last drop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; My youngest daughter (whom we had left at the bus terminal to return to São Paulo), Shrek and I had gone to visit my mother-in-law and give her and her 5 relatives that live with her together but not mixed, a late Christmas present: a fresh and seasoned duck for New Year's Eve. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teresópolis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¡Oh qué día maravillosamente extraño! De tantas veces que tuve que cambiar de 2ª para 1ª y viceversa en los embotellamientos de la Avenida Brasil y el puente Río-Niteroi, casi me sale una ampolla en la palma de la mano derecha pero así mismo nos fue bien tanto que cuando llegamos de regreso en casa, Shrek me elogió por como manejo  a pesar de que él siempre dice lo contrario y ayer estuvo  insultándome pues nos equivocamos y entramos en el puente Rio-Niteroi, los 17 kilómetros más largos de mi vida porque la aguja del medidor de gasolina marcaba V de vacío y si nos parábamos por falta de gasolina la multa sería de 85 reales y 4 puntos negativos en el título de manejar. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¡Angustia horrible pero sensación deliciosa llegar a la bomba de gasolina antes de que el carro consumiera la última gota.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuimos mi hija benjamina (a quien dejamos después en el terminal de autobuses para regresar a São Paulo), Shrek y yo a visitar a mi suegra y llevarle de regalo de Navidad atrasado un pato fresco ya aliñado para su cena de Nochevieja y de los 5 que con ella viven, juntos pero no revueltos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3112338488250788798-6763053305730203939?l=fionadeshrek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fionadeshrek.blogspot.com/feeds/6763053305730203939/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3112338488250788798&amp;postID=6763053305730203939' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3112338488250788798/posts/default/6763053305730203939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3112338488250788798/posts/default/6763053305730203939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fionadeshrek.blogspot.com/2011/12/last-drop-la-ultima-gota.html' title='THE LAST DROP / LA ÚLTIMA GOTA'/><author><name>F.I.O.N.A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03838661132135290354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1P9lYXUt3z4/SKdDzwzEJ8I/AAAAAAAAALI/DgGPJP0N2no/S220/fiona.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qE-RRWN_6wI/TwHIBeEvXsI/AAAAAAAACvI/M5Ro3AoWiD0/s72-c/puente%2Brio%2Bniteroi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3112338488250788798.post-6294074822495490290</id><published>2011-12-29T23:44:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-01T16:18:43.566-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DEUDAS'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ARTE culinária'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ARTE'/><title type='text'>ALAN MAGALHÃES</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KLRx7ax5v_0/TwCivFk9szI/AAAAAAAACu8/54Y0U8j_mpo/s1600/2012%2B01%2B01%2B%2Bteres%25C3%25B3polis%2B021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KLRx7ax5v_0/TwCivFk9szI/AAAAAAAACu8/54Y0U8j_mpo/s400/2012%2B01%2B01%2B%2Bteres%25C3%25B3polis%2B021.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692728858831074098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teresópolis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The nicest thing that happened to us yesterday was the visit of our surrogate son Alan, musician and lawyer, who came here to have lunch and brought a bottle of 2 liters of wine. The most stressful that happened to me was to prepare that lunch, which of course, was horrible. He had to be back at work at 2 o'clock in the afternoon so we took him up there in our beetle. Then we went downtown where Shrek and my musician (who stayed there) had an ugly discussion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; But my son returned home at about 9pm to borrow 15 cents to pay a debt to the cashier at a bakery and had promised her that before 10 o'clock at night would go back to pay. It seems that the girl is very pretty and had accepted his invitation. Although we gave him a lift on the beetle, when we arrived to the bakery it was already closed. Angry with Shrek he stayed again stayed in the city alone and penniless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My youngest daughter and I went to bed very worried and sad but not Shrek who thought he was doing something good to my musician son for the return of his mental health.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teresópolis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lo más lindo que nos sucedió ayer fue la visita de mi hijo postizo Alan, músico y abogado, quien vino a almorzar y trajo una botella de 2 litros de vino. Lo más estresante que me sucedió fue preparar ese almuerzo, que claro, quedó horrible.  Él  tenía que estar de regreso en su trabajo a las 2 en punto de la tarde por lo que lo llevamos hasta allá en nuestro escarabajo. Después fuimos al centro de la ciudad donde Shrek discutió con mi hijo músico  quien allá se quedó.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero él regresó a casa a eso de las 9pm pidiendo prestado 15 centavos para pagar una deuda a la cajera de una panadería y le había prometido a ella que antes de las 10 de la noche se los llevaría. Parece que la chica es muy linda y había aceptado su convite. Aunque le di la cola en el escarabajo, cuando llegamos a la panadería ya estaba cerrada. Bravo con Shrek, de nuevo se quedó en la ciudad solo y sin dinero.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mi hija benjamina y yo nos acostamos a dormir muy preocupadas y tristes pero Shrek muy contento pensando que le hacía un bien a mi hijo músico.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3112338488250788798-6294074822495490290?l=fionadeshrek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fionadeshrek.blogspot.com/feeds/6294074822495490290/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3112338488250788798&amp;postID=6294074822495490290' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3112338488250788798/posts/default/6294074822495490290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3112338488250788798/posts/default/6294074822495490290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fionadeshrek.blogspot.com/2011/12/alan-magalhaes.html' title='ALAN MAGALHÃES'/><author><name>F.I.O.N.A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03838661132135290354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1P9lYXUt3z4/SKdDzwzEJ8I/AAAAAAAAALI/DgGPJP0N2no/S220/fiona.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KLRx7ax5v_0/TwCivFk9szI/AAAAAAAACu8/54Y0U8j_mpo/s72-c/2012%2B01%2B01%2B%2Bteres%25C3%25B3polis%2B021.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3112338488250788798.post-2029306284139634068</id><published>2011-12-28T18:22:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-01T00:04:46.131-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ARTE culinária'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='VIAJES'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CUMPLEAÑOS'/><title type='text'>TELE-TRANPORTATION / TELE-TRANSPORTE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tCUBCIqY5T4/Tv--7lPmv_I/AAAAAAAACuw/97fNjmpsbVc/s1600/teletranportation.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 186px; height: 139px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tCUBCIqY5T4/Tv--7lPmv_I/AAAAAAAACuw/97fNjmpsbVc/s400/teletranportation.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692478384838721522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teresópolis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Yesterday it was my youngest daughter's birthday and early morning my musician son and she arrived from São Paulo, finally, as we were waiting for their arrival since they warned us a week ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I had done twice the famous Christmas black cake that my mom used to do ​​every year with the difference that I used mini-panettone molds. But some of them I gave as Chritmas gifts and the others, without reserve, without restraint, even with  embarrassment, I ate.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;So, at 11am we went to buy a birthday cake and pink candles. My daughter stayed sleeping at home since she had been 3 days and 3 nights in a row without sleeping. My musician son went with us and stayed down town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; At 11pm he phoned to ask his sister to transfer 10 reais to his account as it was raining and he had no bus fare. She said no, he said he would walk and hung up.&lt;br /&gt; So Shrek and I went in our car to look for him but when we arrived down town he was already at home because he used, as he told me: "teletransportation".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teresópolis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ayer mi hija benjamina cumplió años y temprano en la mañana llegaron de São Paulo mi hijo músico y ella, finalmente, pues los estábamos esperando desde que habían avisado su llegada hace una semana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yo había hecho 2 veces la famosa torta negra de Navidad que mi mamá hacía todos los años con la diferencia que usé moldes de mini-panettone. Pero regalé algunos y yo misma me comí los otros golosamente sin medida, sin freno, hasta empacharme. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Así pues,  como a las 11am. salimos a comprar una torta de cumpleaños y las velitas rosadas. Mi hija se quedó durmiendo en casa pues tenía 3 días y 3 noches seguidas sin dormir y mi hijo músico se fue con nosotros y se quedó en el centro de la ciudad. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A las 11pm llamó por teléfono para pedirle a su hermana que le transfiriese a su cuenta 10 reales pues llovía a cántaros y no tenía para el pasaje del autobús. Como ella le dijo que no, él dijo que se vendría caminando y colgó. &lt;br /&gt;Entonces Shrek y yo salimos en el carro a buscarlo pero cuando llegamos al centro él ya estaba aquí pues se vino por “teletransporte” según nos dijo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3112338488250788798-2029306284139634068?l=fionadeshrek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fionadeshrek.blogspot.com/feeds/2029306284139634068/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3112338488250788798&amp;postID=2029306284139634068' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3112338488250788798/posts/default/2029306284139634068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3112338488250788798/posts/default/2029306284139634068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fionadeshrek.blogspot.com/2011/12/tele-tranportation-tele-transporte.html' title='TELE-TRANPORTATION / TELE-TRANSPORTE'/><author><name>F.I.O.N.A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03838661132135290354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1P9lYXUt3z4/SKdDzwzEJ8I/AAAAAAAAALI/DgGPJP0N2no/S220/fiona.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tCUBCIqY5T4/Tv--7lPmv_I/AAAAAAAACuw/97fNjmpsbVc/s72-c/teletranportation.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3112338488250788798.post-1242906528347964880</id><published>2011-12-27T05:39:00.004-02:00</published><updated>2011-12-30T12:35:58.879-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ARBORIZACIÓN'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='estética'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='religión'/><title type='text'>INDIA´S GOLDEN DESERT / EL DESIERTO DORADO DE LA INDIA</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iPA8Q7xnZo8/Tv3L-ip_XRI/AAAAAAAACuk/PfN5yQkKT5E/s1600/desierto%2Bdorado%2Bde%2Bla%2Bindia.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 216px; height: 120px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iPA8Q7xnZo8/Tv3L-ip_XRI/AAAAAAAACuk/PfN5yQkKT5E/s400/desierto%2Bdorado%2Bde%2Bla%2Bindia.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691929779381427474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teresópolis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Yesterday I did not go out to anywhere, not even to walk with my neighbor and best friend since it rained all day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; As my youngest daughter said she was comming here, I decided to organize my house, especially this room that was my children´s and now it´s mine for everything but sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The best thing that happened to me, apart from breakfast and lunch laughing out loud while reading "Zé do Rock: a ero without h" (Sherk read to me 2 paragraphs) and dinner watching the soap opera "Fina Estampa" as we drank a Santa Carolina Chilean wine that was given to us as Christmas gift by our friend Luis Security Guard, was the transformation of an awful wall on a beautiful wall made by Shrek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I had even taken away the picture of Our Lady of Consolation from that wall and thank God Sherk scraped the wall and painted it like everything he does, calmly, with perfection and giving orders to his inferiors so I had to line the floor and my hands got very dry scrubbing plug caps that Shrek unscrewed and removed before starting to paint.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I also studied ancient but current methods of water storage in India´s Golden Desert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teresópolis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ayer no salí para ninguna parte, ni siquiera a caminar con mi vecina y mejor amiga pues llovió todo el día. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como mi hija benjamina avisó que vendría, me propuse organizar mi casa, sobre todo este cuarto que fue de los niños y ahora mío para todo menos dormir. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lo mejor que me sucedió, aparte de desayunar y almorzar riéndome a carcajadas mientras leo “Zé do Rock: o erói sem nen um agá” (Sherk me leyó 2 párrafos) y cenar viendo la novela “Fina Estampa” mientras bebíamos un Santa Carolina chileno que nos dio de regalo de Navidad nuestro amigo Luis Vigilante, fue la transformación de una pared horrorosa en una pared bellísima. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hasta había quitado de allí el cuadro de la Virgen de la Consolación y gracias a Dios Sherk raspó la pared y la pintó como todo lo que hace, calmamente, con perfección y dando órdenes a sus inferiores por lo que yo tuve que forrar el piso y quedarme con las manos resecadas de tanto fregar las tapas de los enchufes que él desatornilló  y quitó antes de empezar a pintar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estudié los métodos antiguos pero vigentes de almacenamiento de agua del Desierto Dorado de la India.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3112338488250788798-1242906528347964880?l=fionadeshrek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fionadeshrek.blogspot.com/feeds/1242906528347964880/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3112338488250788798&amp;postID=1242906528347964880' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3112338488250788798/posts/default/1242906528347964880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3112338488250788798/posts/default/1242906528347964880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fionadeshrek.blogspot.com/2011/12/indias-golden-desert-el-desierto-dorado.html' title='INDIA´S GOLDEN DESERT / EL DESIERTO DORADO DE LA INDIA'/><author><name>F.I.O.N.A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03838661132135290354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1P9lYXUt3z4/SKdDzwzEJ8I/AAAAAAAAALI/DgGPJP0N2no/S220/fiona.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iPA8Q7xnZo8/Tv3L-ip_XRI/AAAAAAAACuk/PfN5yQkKT5E/s72-c/desierto%2Bdorado%2Bde%2Bla%2Bindia.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3112338488250788798.post-3878258821924721813</id><published>2011-12-26T11:39:00.004-02:00</published><updated>2011-12-28T19:15:58.473-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ARTE culinária'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='VIAJES'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='COCHES'/><title type='text'>CHERRY ICE CREAM / HELADO DE CEREZAS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FK_1ey-lXJU/TvuF36rjkAI/AAAAAAAACuY/JjDO02h1ZyI/s1600/sorvete%2Bde%2Bcereja.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 232px; height: 218px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FK_1ey-lXJU/TvuF36rjkAI/AAAAAAAACuY/JjDO02h1ZyI/s400/sorvete%2Bde%2Bcereja.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691289749803995138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teresópolis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Cherry ice cream, what a wonder! That was the Christmas lunch-dinner dessert (beginning at 5pm) yesterday at my neighbor and pharmacist friend, together with her Norwegian son-in-law and granddaughter and her only daughter. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a very pleasant evening where I could very well have spoken English all the time but only at first I did when I arrived and at the end when I left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Shrek, half recovered from the hangover, accompanied me to her house because it was raining and I had to go in the car, but would not stay to eat. Then, ready to leave, I phoned and he went there looking for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Gar, who is a mathematician, university professor and researcher, repeatedly asked me if Chavez was a good or a bad president of my country Venezuela. He said that in the National Geographic channel had seen the Angel Falls. He was very interested in the Venezuelan economy, but my spoken English is fatal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; That was the best thing that happened yesterday to me apart from having spoken a lot with my brunette daughter through Skype and received messages (through Shrek) of my Brazilian children, the musician one and the youngest one, letting me know that they were arriving from São Paulo today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teresópolis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¡Helado de cerezas, qué maravilla! Ese fue el postre del almuerzo-cena (comenzó a las 5pm) de Navidad ayer en la casa de mi vecina y amiga farmaceuta, junto con su yerno y nieta noruegos y su única hija. Fue una tarde muy agradable donde yo  podía muy bien haber hablado todo el tiempo en inglés pero solamente lo hice al principio cuando llegué  y al final cuando me despedí.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Shrek , medio recuperado de la resaca, me acompañó hasta la casa de ella pues llovía y tuve que ir en el carro, pero no quiso quedarse para comer. Después, ya lista para partir, lo llamé por teléfono y él fue a buscarme.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gar, que es matemático, profesor universitario e investigador, me preguntó insistentemente si Chávez era buen o mal presidente.  Me dijo que en el canal del National Geographic  había visto el Salto Ángel. Estaba muy interesado en la economía venezolana pero mi inglés hablado está fatal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eso fue lo mejor que me sucedió ayer aparte de haber hablado por Skype con mi hija &lt;br /&gt;morena y haber recibido mensajes (a través de Shrek) de mis hijos brasileños, el músico y la benjamina, ésta avisando que llegaría hoy de São Paulo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3112338488250788798-3878258821924721813?l=fionadeshrek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fionadeshrek.blogspot.com/feeds/3878258821924721813/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3112338488250788798&amp;postID=3878258821924721813' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3112338488250788798/posts/default/3878258821924721813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3112338488250788798/posts/default/3878258821924721813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fionadeshrek.blogspot.com/2011/12/cherry-ice-cream-helado-de-cerezas.html' title='CHERRY ICE CREAM / HELADO DE CEREZAS'/><author><name>F.I.O.N.A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03838661132135290354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1P9lYXUt3z4/SKdDzwzEJ8I/AAAAAAAAALI/DgGPJP0N2no/S220/fiona.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FK_1ey-lXJU/TvuF36rjkAI/AAAAAAAACuY/JjDO02h1ZyI/s72-c/sorvete%2Bde%2Bcereja.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3112338488250788798.post-6123226213881517721</id><published>2011-12-25T11:21:00.004-02:00</published><updated>2011-12-27T15:13:50.608-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ARBORIZACIÓN'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='música'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='religión'/><title type='text'>THE 3 GIFTS / LOS 3 REGALOS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jQEQ8WiXqUc/Tvn8fkr6E1I/AAAAAAAACuM/eE0AsrXTvzM/s1600/los%2B3%2Bregalos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 238px; height: 212px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jQEQ8WiXqUc/Tvn8fkr6E1I/AAAAAAAACuM/eE0AsrXTvzM/s400/los%2B3%2Bregalos.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690857223513314130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teresópolis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; To go to midnight mass Shrek ironed for me a brown linen pants that my brunette daughter gave me; I put in the car 3 from 9 Black Christmas cakes I made, beautifully wrapped separately one for Mrs. Áurea, one for Mr. Moses, her husband (they are responsible for the pastoral care of the Tenth) and the third for our parish priest father Jorge Luis; put on my arm for the first time since arriving in Brazil, the gold bracelet that belonged to my mother; dressed her English violet blouse from Justina designer label that everybody says it´s beautiful; arrived at the church, gave to Mrs. Aurea the 3 gifts and she gave me ... the letter of recommendation for the diocese of Patos, Paraiba!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The church was completely crowded. During the Psalm, which was brilliantly sung by an 8 years old girl, Shrek began to mourn and could not stop before 9pm when we left hidden from the church and returned home to see one more chapter of the soap opera Fina Etampa and spend Christmas Eve just like any other night, happyly drinking wine and sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teresópolis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para ir a la misa de gallo Shrek me planchó un pantalón marrón de lino que me regaló mi hija morena; coloqué en el carro 3 de las 9 tortas negras de navidad que hice, ya preciosamente envueltas por separado una para doña Áurea, otra para el Sr. Moisés su marido (ellos son los encargados de la pastoral del Décimo) y la tercera para el padre Jorge Luis nuestro párroco; coloqué en mi brazo por primera vez desde que llegué a Brasil la pulsera de oro que era de mi mamá; vestí la blusa inglesa color violeta, también de ella, marca Justina y que a todo el mundo le parece bellísima; llegamos en la iglesia, le entregué a la Sra. Áurea los 3 regalos y ella… ¡Me entregó la carta de recomendación para la diócesis de Patos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Con la iglesia llenísima, en el Salmo Responsorial cantado magistralmente por una niña de unos 8 años, Shrek comenzó a llorar y no conseguía parar de llorar y a las 9 salimos escondidos de la iglesia y regresamos a casa para ver más un capítulo de Fina Estampa y pasar una Nochebuena igual a todas las otras noches, felices bebiendo vino y durmiendo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3112338488250788798-6123226213881517721?l=fionadeshrek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fionadeshrek.blogspot.com/feeds/6123226213881517721/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3112338488250788798&amp;postID=6123226213881517721' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3112338488250788798/posts/default/6123226213881517721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3112338488250788798/posts/default/6123226213881517721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fionadeshrek.blogspot.com/2011/12/3-gifts-los-3-regalos.html' title='THE 3 GIFTS / LOS 3 REGALOS'/><author><name>F.I.O.N.A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03838661132135290354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1P9lYXUt3z4/SKdDzwzEJ8I/AAAAAAAAALI/DgGPJP0N2no/S220/fiona.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jQEQ8WiXqUc/Tvn8fkr6E1I/AAAAAAAACuM/eE0AsrXTvzM/s72-c/los%2B3%2Bregalos.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3112338488250788798.post-9025546204693059334</id><published>2011-12-24T07:11:00.004-02:00</published><updated>2011-12-26T18:49:48.910-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='historia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ARTE culinária'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CONSUMISMO'/><title type='text'>DON QUIJOTE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dqPVnyamz40/TvjdZWwqmPI/AAAAAAAACuA/1NcEn1pZnsU/s1600/don%2Bquijote.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 172px; height: 293px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dqPVnyamz40/TvjdZWwqmPI/AAAAAAAACuA/1NcEn1pZnsU/s400/don%2Bquijote.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690541556858788082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teresópolis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Since I arrived from São Paulo, 21 days ago, I do nothing but crying and crying with laughter at breakfast and at lunch while reading in Portuguese the manuscript of the book "Zé do Rock: a ero wit out any h" (Edited by L&amp;PM) at the height of Cervantes´Don Quixote.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; But yesterday I could not laugh up to cry during 2 hours because, to my surprise, 6 friends of Shrek visited us, the first one at 8 am and the last one went away at 8pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Anderson, the first one to arrive, came to convince Shrek, -in vain-, to go to the  hospital to treat his swollen kidney. After Anderson came Luis the security guard to show us his shiny new motorcycle just drawn from the Honda agency, showing every detail of his acquisition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; To each one of the 6 visitors I prepared coffee and gave toasts, but those who arrived after 11am, I gave them Christmas black cake, the same my mom used to bake every year at Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Carlindo my brother-in-law with 2 friends were 3 of the 6 and soon after we returned from the city (traffic jams and queues everywhere for everything) it was my other brother-in-law, Sebastián Macaroni together with Xandón Don Juan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teresópolis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desde que llegué de São Paulo hace 21 días, no hago sino llorar y llorar de risa mientras desayuno y  mientras almuerzo leyendo el original del libro “Zé do Rock o eroi sem nem  um agá” (Editora L&amp;PM) a la altura de Don Quijote de Cervantes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero ayer no pude reírme 2 horas hasta llorar porque llegaron de sorpresa a visitarnos 6 amigos de Shrek, el primero a las 8 de la mañana y el último salió de aquí a las 7pm. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El primero fue Anderson tratando de convencer a Shrek en vano para ir al hospital por lo del riñón inflamado el día anterior. Después Luis Vigilante a mostrarnos su nueva motocicleta reluciente acabada de sacar de la agencia Honda, mostrando cada detalles de su adquisición. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A cada uno de los que vino les preparé café y les di tostadas, pero a los que llegaron después de las 11am, les di torta negra de Navidad, la misma que mi mamá hacía todos los años por esta época. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;También vinieron mi cuñado Carlindo y 2 amigos y poco después de que regresamos de la ciudad (embotellamientos y colas para todo) llegó mi otro cuñado, Sebatián Macarrón  con Xandón Don Juan.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3112338488250788798-9025546204693059334?l=fionadeshrek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fionadeshrek.blogspot.com/feeds/9025546204693059334/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3112338488250788798&amp;postID=9025546204693059334' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3112338488250788798/posts/default/9025546204693059334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3112338488250788798/posts/default/9025546204693059334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fionadeshrek.blogspot.com/2011/12/don-quijote.html' title='DON QUIJOTE'/><author><name>F.I.O.N.A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03838661132135290354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1P9lYXUt3z4/SKdDzwzEJ8I/AAAAAAAAALI/DgGPJP0N2no/S220/fiona.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dqPVnyamz40/TvjdZWwqmPI/AAAAAAAACuA/1NcEn1pZnsU/s72-c/don%2Bquijote.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3112338488250788798.post-3228519091411661935</id><published>2011-12-23T12:37:00.006-02:00</published><updated>2011-12-25T15:54:22.725-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MEDICINA'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='VIAJES'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='EXCESOS'/><title type='text'>AIR FORCE FLIGHT / VUELO DE LA FUERZA AÉREA</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ja13rSnvTOo/Tvdh5E1G_JI/AAAAAAAACt0/fql783cUBnU/s1600/air%2Bforce%2Bflight.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 376px; height: 134px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ja13rSnvTOo/Tvdh5E1G_JI/AAAAAAAACt0/fql783cUBnU/s400/air%2Bforce%2Bflight.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690124287382846610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teresópolis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Thanks to the minute and a half by day in which I practice horizontal bar, yesterday my heart got to withstand 2 shocks. The first at 8am, when Shrek, with the left kidney swollen and unable to get out of bed, cried out in pain when the phone rang (2nd shock)at 9am and it was my musician son to say goodbye because his fligt was leaving at 11am. I asked him if to Boa Vista in Roraima and he answered "directly to Venezuela, a lift from an Air Force plane".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Later on I saw in Facebook a message from his carioca brother telling him not to even think about going to that horribly chaotic country. Then the phone rang again and it was my oldest son from his father's house in Caracas, ordering me to take care of his musician brother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Fortunately, at 7 pm Shrek was well after spending the whole day without eating anything and drinking every 2 hours a glass of water with squeezed lemon, the firt glass with 1 lemon, 2nd. and 3rd 2 lemons, and 3 lemons in the next 3 glasses of water. I went to visit my pharmacist neighbor Gilda, and talked to her enough to nearly recover myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teresópolis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gracias al minuto y medio diarios que practico barra fija, mi corazón consiguió resistir ayer los 2 sustos que llevó. El primero a las 8am, cuando Shrek, con el riñón izquierdo inflamado y sin poder salir de la cama, clamaba de dolor y a las 9am cuando tocó el teléfono y era mi hijo músico para despedirse pues a las 11 salía su vuelo no a Boa Vista de Roraima sino directamente a Venezuela, una cola en un avión de la Fuerza Aérea. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Después vi que su hermano carioca le había dicho por facebook que ni se le ocurriera ir a Venezuela que eso era un caos. Entonces tocó de nuevo el teléfono y era mi hijo mayor desde la casa de su papá en Caracas, ordenándome cómo cuidar a su hermanito músico.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Menos mal que a las 7 de la tarde ya Shrek estaba bien después de pasar todo el día sin comer absolutamente nada y bebiendo a cada 2 horas  un vaso de agua con 1 limón exprimido el primer vaso, 2 limones los 2º y 3º y 3 los restantes. Me fui a visitar a mi vecina farmaceuta Gilda, y conversé con ella lo suficiente para casi recuperarme.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3112338488250788798-3228519091411661935?l=fionadeshrek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fionadeshrek.blogspot.com/feeds/3228519091411661935/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3112338488250788798&amp;postID=3228519091411661935' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3112338488250788798/posts/default/3228519091411661935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3112338488250788798/posts/default/3228519091411661935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fionadeshrek.blogspot.com/2011/12/air-force-flight-vuelo-de-la-fuerza.html' title='AIR FORCE FLIGHT / VUELO DE LA FUERZA AÉREA'/><author><name>F.I.O.N.A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03838661132135290354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1P9lYXUt3z4/SKdDzwzEJ8I/AAAAAAAAALI/DgGPJP0N2no/S220/fiona.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ja13rSnvTOo/Tvdh5E1G_JI/AAAAAAAACt0/fql783cUBnU/s72-c/air%2Bforce%2Bflight.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3112338488250788798.post-5386096170372575962</id><published>2011-12-22T11:21:00.004-02:00</published><updated>2011-12-24T14:19:17.602-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='COCHES'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='EXCESOS'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CONSUMISMO'/><title type='text'>CHRISTMAS TUMULTOUS PURCHASES / COMPRAS TUMULTUOSAS DE NAVIDAD</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mTVnoFsHfgI/TvX7CFXFEYI/AAAAAAAACto/62cbC_7JE48/s1600/compras%2Btumultuadas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 275px; height: 183px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mTVnoFsHfgI/TvX7CFXFEYI/AAAAAAAACto/62cbC_7JE48/s400/compras%2Btumultuadas.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5689729717469778306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teresópolis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Early in the morning the phone rang and it was my oldest son from his home in Venezuela, with a strange voice. I asked several times if he was okay and he did not respond until he finally said he was with very high blood pressure from overwork and commitments to which was added the one of attending my carioca son and grandson, something that he could do only when he arrived home exhausted from working and wanting just to rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; He and my Venezuelan daughter-in-law leave home at 5 am to get to work on time after leaving the child in school at 7 am, not because they live far away, but because the terrible traffic jams that form in Caracas during peak hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Then my oldest son asked me if his musician brother could go to Venezuela not now in  Christmas time, the most lucrative for his business but also the most demanding of his physical and mental effort, but later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I promised him I would ask that question to his musician brother, but barely had time to get ready to go to the city from whence we returned at 5 pm. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teresópolis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ayer temprano tocó el teléfono y era mi hijo mayor desde su casa en Venezuela, con voz extraña. Le pregunté varias veces que si estaba bien y él no me respondía hasta que por fin me dijo que andaba con la tensión arterial muy alta por exceso de trabajo y compromisos al que se agregaba el de atender a mi hijo y mi nieto cariocas lo cual solamente podía hacer cuando llegaba en casa agotado de tanto trabajar y con ganas apenas para descansar. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Él y mi nuerita venezolana salen de su casa a las 5 de la mañana para llegar a tiempo al trabajo después de dejar al niño en la escuela a las 7 de la mañana, no porque vivan lejos, sino por los terribles embotellamientos que se forman en Caracas en las horas pico.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entonces mi hijo mayor me preguntó si su hermano músico podría ir en otra época que no fuese Navidad, la más lucrativa de su negocio pero también la más exigente de su esfuerzo físico y mental. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Respondí que hablaría con mi hijo músico pero tuve tiempo apenas de arreglarme para ir a la ciudad de donde regresamos a las 5 de la tarde.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3112338488250788798-5386096170372575962?l=fionadeshrek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fionadeshrek.blogspot.com/feeds/5386096170372575962/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3112338488250788798&amp;postID=5386096170372575962' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3112338488250788798/posts/default/5386096170372575962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3112338488250788798/posts/default/5386096170372575962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fionadeshrek.blogspot.com/2011/12/christmas-tumultous-purchases-compras.html' title='CHRISTMAS TUMULTOUS PURCHASES / COMPRAS TUMULTUOSAS DE NAVIDAD'/><author><name>F.I.O.N.A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03838661132135290354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1P9lYXUt3z4/SKdDzwzEJ8I/AAAAAAAAALI/DgGPJP0N2no/S220/fiona.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mTVnoFsHfgI/TvX7CFXFEYI/AAAAAAAACto/62cbC_7JE48/s72-c/compras%2Btumultuadas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3112338488250788798.post-6740098380331197974</id><published>2011-12-21T11:14:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2011-12-23T21:25:23.581-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ARBORIZACIÓN'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='música'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='religión'/><title type='text'>BETWEEN 2 PIANOS / ENTRE 2 PIANOS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-P6w_gpA2-WY/TvUM-cPn8gI/AAAAAAAACtc/c76JFRTzEdg/s1600/2011%2B12%2B%2B23%2B%2Bteres%25C3%25B3polis%2B006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-P6w_gpA2-WY/TvUM-cPn8gI/AAAAAAAACtc/c76JFRTzEdg/s400/2011%2B12%2B%2B23%2B%2Bteres%25C3%25B3polis%2B006.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5689467971125637634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teresópolis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How beautiful, what a thrill! I was having breakfast when the impressive Luis the Gard came to give me a Christmas gift, the first one I receive this year. I thanked him with a hug, he went to talk to Shrek, I finished my breakfast, I prepared breakfast for him and for Shrek, and ran away in our blue Beetle because I had an appointment with my dentist Marco Antonio at 11am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I arrived to the office looking as Santa Claus loading christmas gifts for the nurses Eunice, Margy and Flabia and for Dr. Marco Antonio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Back I asked Shrek a branch of one of our nearly 100 giant pines that are planted in the 218 meters fence close to our street. As he wanted a branch of a pine tree and the one I wanted was a different one, an hour later we we picked a third one good for not giving a lot of work to decorate with blinking lights and bright colorful pellets, which I placed between my 2 pianos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Then came my neighbor and best friend with 3 gifts, one for Shrek, one for my mother-in-law and one for me. I placed them along with the one I received from Luis the Gard, on top of the old piano. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teresópolis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¡Qué belleza, qué emoción! Estaba yo desayunando cuando llegó el imponente Luis Vigilante a entregarme un regalo de Navidad, el primero que recibo este año. Se lo agradecí con un abrazo , él se fue a conversar con Shrek, terminé de desayunar, preparé otro desayuno para él y Shrek, y salimos corriendo en el escarabajo azul pues yo tenía cita con mi dentista Marco Antonio a las 11am. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Llegué a la consulta como un San Nicolás cargando 4 regalos que entregué a las enfermeras Eunice, Margy y Flabia y al propio Marco Antonio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De regreso le pedí a Shrek una rama de alguno de nuestros casi 100 pinos gigantes que están en los 218 metros de cerca con nuestra calle. Como él quería una rama de un pino y la que yo quería era otra estuvimos como una hora escogiendo una tercera (que no diese mucho trabajo de adornar de lucecitas prende-apaga y bolitas coloridas y brillantes), la cual coloqué entre mis 2 pianos. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Después vino mi vecina y mejor amiga y me trajo 3 regalos más, uno para Shrek, uno para mi suegra y otro para mí. Los coloqué junto con el de Luis Vigilante encima del piano viejo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3112338488250788798-6740098380331197974?l=fionadeshrek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fionadeshrek.blogspot.com/feeds/6740098380331197974/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3112338488250788798&amp;postID=6740098380331197974' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3112338488250788798/posts/default/6740098380331197974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3112338488250788798/posts/default/6740098380331197974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fionadeshrek.blogspot.com/2011/12/between-2-pianos-entre-2-pianos.html' title='BETWEEN 2 PIANOS / ENTRE 2 PIANOS'/><author><name>F.I.O.N.A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03838661132135290354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1P9lYXUt3z4/SKdDzwzEJ8I/AAAAAAAAALI/DgGPJP0N2no/S220/fiona.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-P6w_gpA2-WY/TvUM-cPn8gI/AAAAAAAACtc/c76JFRTzEdg/s72-c/2011%2B12%2B%2B23%2B%2Bteres%25C3%25B3polis%2B006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3112338488250788798.post-3455383763060086783</id><published>2011-12-20T19:45:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2011-12-22T20:47:51.679-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='VIAJES'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gastronomía'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CONSUMISMO'/><title type='text'>MY FREE HENS / MIS GALLINAS CRIOLLAS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_X9d0GpmZys/TvOzaz-LRhI/AAAAAAAACtQ/RucBZRupf10/s1600/my%2Bfree%2Bhens.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 263px; height: 192px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_X9d0GpmZys/TvOzaz-LRhI/AAAAAAAACtQ/RucBZRupf10/s400/my%2Bfree%2Bhens.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5689088027508033042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teresópolis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; As my neighbor, best friend and psychotherapist told me she could only walk with me again next Sunday because her home will be full of visitors for Christmas, for the first time in my life I agreed with Shrek who hates Christmas and year-end parties, although he must have his unconscious motives, a childhood that could be described as terrible but I myself never had any reason to hate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; In the city I found a shop called "Mr. Natural", where I bought cinnamon, cloves and nutmeg by kilo, that is, by grams. And damask truffles wow! Tomorrow I go back to buy more before they run out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Everybody buys everything and me too but I do not get thirteenth salary (Christmas bonus), because I live off the rents, ground leasing pieces of my strategic global position land and there the tenants place antennas that make them become become millionaires.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The best thing that happened to me yesterday was that my youngest daughter called me last night, we talked long and at no time she asked me to go to São Paulo, a place where I can not have breakfast with the freshest eggs from my free chickens on the ground&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teresópolis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como mi vecina, mejor amiga y psicoterapeuta me dijo que solamente podría volver a caminar conmigo  el domingo que viene pues su casa estará llena de visitas, por primera vez en mi vida estuve de acuerdo con Shrek que odia la Navidad, es decir, las fiestas de fin de año, pero él debe tener sus motivos inconscientes, una infancia que podría ser calificada de terrible mientras que yo nunca tuve ningún motivo para ahora odiarla. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;En la ciudad descubrí una tienda llamada “Mr. Natura” donde compré canela, clavo y nuez moscada en polvo a kilo, o sea, a gramos. Y unas trufas de damasco que ¡guao! Mañana debo ir de nuevo a comprar más antes de que se agoten. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Todos compran y yo también  pero yo no recibo décimo tercero (aguinaldo), porque vivo de las rentas, arrendo pedacitos de mi terreno en posición planetaria estratégica y allí los inquilinos colocan antenas con las que se hacen millonarios.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lo mejor que me sucedió ayer fue que mi hija benjamín me llamó por teléfono anoche, conversamos largamente y en ningún momento me pidió que me fuese a São Paulo, ese lugar donde no puedo desayunar con huevitos fresquísimos de mis gallinas criollas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3112338488250788798-3455383763060086783?l=fionadeshrek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fionadeshrek.blogspot.com/feeds/3455383763060086783/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3112338488250788798&amp;postID=3455383763060086783' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3112338488250788798/posts/default/3455383763060086783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3112338488250788798/posts/default/3455383763060086783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fionadeshrek.blogspot.com/2011/12/my-free-hens-mis-gallinas-criollas.html' title='MY FREE HENS / MIS GALLINAS CRIOLLAS'/><author><name>F.I.O.N.A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03838661132135290354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1P9lYXUt3z4/SKdDzwzEJ8I/AAAAAAAAALI/DgGPJP0N2no/S220/fiona.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_X9d0GpmZys/TvOzaz-LRhI/AAAAAAAACtQ/RucBZRupf10/s72-c/my%2Bfree%2Bhens.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3112338488250788798.post-8918251748155858405</id><published>2011-12-19T09:28:00.005-02:00</published><updated>2011-12-21T21:00:07.068-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='construcciones'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dinero'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='culinária'/><title type='text'>THE EXHIBITION / LA EXPOSICIÓN</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dnf3Qtfwaek/TvJko9eWd6I/AAAAAAAACtE/lBjFFOstAD0/s1600/la%2Bexpoici%25C3%25B3n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 171px; height: 295px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dnf3Qtfwaek/TvJko9eWd6I/AAAAAAAACtE/lBjFFOstAD0/s400/la%2Bexpoici%25C3%25B3n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5688719934181767074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teresópolis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; To take him in the beetle to an exhibition of birds (there was one that worths 100 000 reals = USD 55 000), Shrek agreed to do something he hates: going to church, although not for any specific ceremony, but for a lunch that was the best thing that happened yesterday, not because the food was good but because the organizer was Mr. Moses in order to obtain money for the construction of a community center.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; We arrived when lunch was almost over and we were treated like kings. Mr. Moses himself said he would have a meeting today with father George to discuss the letter to Father João Ronaldo Marques from Patos recommending us.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;When I returned from walking with my neighbor and best friend (who laughs a lot when I tell her the jokes Zé do Rock tells me or I read in his book "o eroi sem nem um aga", something like "the eroe with no ace ", ie "the hero with no 'h'), I found here at home on a visit Alan Magalhães and his wife Naira, my 2 "false" children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teresópolis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para que lo llevase en el escarabajo a  una exposición de pájaros  (había uno que valía 100 000 reales, USD 55 000), Shrek consintió hacer algo que detesta: ir a la iglesia, aunque no era para ninguna ceremonia específica, sino para un almuerzo  que fue lo mejor que me sucedió ayer, no porque la comida fuese buena sino porque el organizador fue el Sr. Moisés con el fin de obtener fondos para la construcción de un centro comunitario. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Llegamos cuando ya se había acabado casi todo y nos trataron como reyes. El propio Sr. Moisés dijo que tendría hoy una reunión con el padre Jorge para tratar sobre la carta al padre João Ronaldo Marques de Patos que le pedí recomendándonos.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Así que llegué volví a salir pero a caminar con mi vecina y mejor amiga quien se ríe muchísimo cuando le cuento los chistes que me cuenta Zé do Rock o los que leo en su libro “o eroi sem nen um aga” (algo así como “el éroe sin ningún ace”, es decir: “el héroe sin ningún hache”). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regresé de la caminata y encontré  aquí de visita a Alan Magalhães y su esposa Naira Reine, mis 2 hijitos “postizos”.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3112338488250788798-8918251748155858405?l=fionadeshrek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fionadeshrek.blogspot.com/feeds/8918251748155858405/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3112338488250788798&amp;postID=8918251748155858405' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3112338488250788798/posts/default/8918251748155858405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3112338488250788798/posts/default/8918251748155858405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fionadeshrek.blogspot.com/2011/12/exhibition-la-exposicion.html' title='THE EXHIBITION / LA EXPOSICIÓN'/><author><name>F.I.O.N.A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03838661132135290354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1P9lYXUt3z4/SKdDzwzEJ8I/AAAAAAAAALI/DgGPJP0N2no/S220/fiona.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dnf3Qtfwaek/TvJko9eWd6I/AAAAAAAACtE/lBjFFOstAD0/s72-c/la%2Bexpoici%25C3%25B3n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3112338488250788798.post-340695267384441424</id><published>2011-12-18T11:09:00.005-02:00</published><updated>2011-12-20T20:39:25.892-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='historia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MEDICINA'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='religión'/><title type='text'>CHRISTMASS EVE / LA MISA DE GALLO</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XT-4HT6kHc4/TvEOFxPkvbI/AAAAAAAACs4/cVDV9-8pbmg/s1600/misa%2Bde%2Bgallo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 261px; height: 193px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XT-4HT6kHc4/TvEOFxPkvbI/AAAAAAAACs4/cVDV9-8pbmg/s400/misa%2Bde%2Bgallo.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5688343296626441650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teresópolis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I am here so well, so happy, and my youngest daughter comes and asks me to leave my paradise and to go to hell, where she lives (because of her own decition) to help taking care of her brother, my musician son, who is 30 years old, instead of leaving him alone to enjoy his psychopathic euphoria (which exploded on 18th October, 2 months ago), but no, she is determined to bring him back to reality by chemicals that he rejects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Climbing the stairs of 500 steps through the woods with Shrek, I spoke more than half an hour to that son of mine so my phone credits ran out and our conversation was cut. We arrived up to the top, said hello to my mom, thanked God for our life with physical, mental and financial health, with beauty and happiness and signed the guestbook. We returned home, had lunch and went on our little blue beetle to the 6pm Mass.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Next Saturday the Mass will not be at 6 but at 8, "Midnight" Mass (the eve of the birth of Jesus, although before Jesus, that day was celebrated not the birth but the  resurrection of the Sun...in the Northern hemisphere).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teresópolis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yo estoy aquí tan bien, tan feliz, y viene mi hijita benjamina y me pide que abandone este paraíso y me vaya al infierno donde ella vive (porque ella así lo quiso) para ayudarla a cuidar de su hermano, mi hijo músico, quien ya tiene 30 años, en vez de dejarlo en paz que disfrute de su euforia psicopática (que reventó el 18 de Octubre, hoy hace 2 meses), pero no, ella se empeña en traerlo de vuelta a la realidad a base de  químicos que él rechaza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Subiendo la escalera de 500 escalones con Shrek estuve más de media hora hablando con ese hijo mío por lo que los créditos de mi celular se agotaron y se cortó nuestra conversación. Llegamos allá arriba y saludamos a mi mamá, agradecimos a Dios por nuestra vida con salud física, mental y financiera, belleza y alegría y firmamos el libro de visitas. Bajamos, almorzamos y salimos en nuestro escarabajito azul  para ir a la misa de las 6pm.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;El próximo sábado no será a las 6 sino a las 8, la Misa de Gallo (de la vigilia del nacimiento de Jesús, que antes de él no era nacimiento sino resurrección del Sol).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3112338488250788798-340695267384441424?l=fionadeshrek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fionadeshrek.blogspot.com/feeds/340695267384441424/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3112338488250788798&amp;postID=340695267384441424' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3112338488250788798/posts/default/340695267384441424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3112338488250788798/posts/default/340695267384441424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fionadeshrek.blogspot.com/2011/12/christmass-eve-la-misa-de-gallo.html' title='CHRISTMASS EVE / LA MISA DE GALLO'/><author><name>F.I.O.N.A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03838661132135290354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1P9lYXUt3z4/SKdDzwzEJ8I/AAAAAAAAALI/DgGPJP0N2no/S220/fiona.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XT-4HT6kHc4/TvEOFxPkvbI/AAAAAAAACs4/cVDV9-8pbmg/s72-c/misa%2Bde%2Bgallo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3112338488250788798.post-4797048361738944526</id><published>2011-12-17T20:28:00.004-02:00</published><updated>2011-12-19T20:57:40.447-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='VIAJES'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gastronomía'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='religión'/><title type='text'>CHRISTMAS GIFTS / REGALITOS DE NAVIDAD</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Nivhad2IEhE/Tu_A_jgMLPI/AAAAAAAACss/dBZWwF75o0c/s1600/christmas%2Bgifs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 275px; height: 183px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Nivhad2IEhE/Tu_A_jgMLPI/AAAAAAAACss/dBZWwF75o0c/s400/christmas%2Bgifs.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5687977052486774002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teresópolis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; On Friday I got up at 4:30 am thinking that my musician son would arrive at 6 in the Salutaris bus that leaves São Paulo at 10:30 pm, but he did not come either in that bus nor any other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; In the Blue Beetle I went driving to the only iron distribution store in the city, DAFEL, where we spent almost 100 reals buying iron to make a tab for a window. It seemed to me very expensive. When we returned from the city we ate a fish with no thorns that my neighbor gave me raw and frozen because it had "many thorns." We finished lunch at 5 pm but my neighbor could not go for a walk even it was not raining but because she had to go with her husband to buy Christmas gifts for their relatives who will come from far away to be with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; At night my 4th ex-husband rang me to say that he agreed that our musician son comes to Teresópolis for which I was relieved and happy because there in São Paulo I feel anxious and depressed perhaps because of air pollution and the water with too much chlorine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teresópolis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ayer viernes me levanté a las 4 y media de la madrugada pensando que mi hijo músico llegaría a las 6 en el autobús Salutaris que sale de São Paulo a las 10:30 pm, pero él no vino ni en ese autobús ni en otro cualquiera. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;En el escarabajo azul fuimos a la única tienda distribuidora de hierro que hay en la ciudad, DAFEL, donde gastamos casi 100 reales comprando hierro para hacer una pestaña de una ventana. Me pareció carísimo. Cuando regresamos de la ciudad comimos un pescado sin ninguna espina que mi vecina me regaló crudo y congelado porque tenía “muchas espinas”. Terminamos de almorzar a las 5 de la tarde pero ella no pudo ir a caminar aunque no estaba lloviendo pues salió con su marido a comprar regalitos de navidad para sus parientes que vienen de muy lejos a estar con ellos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;En la noche me llamó por teléfono mi 4º ex–marido diciendo que estaba de acuerdo en que nuestro hijo músico viniese a Teresópolis lo cual me dejó aliviada y feliz pues allá en São Paulo me siento angustiada y deprimida tal vez por causa del aire contaminado y el agua con demasiado cloro.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3112338488250788798-4797048361738944526?l=fionadeshrek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fionadeshrek.blogspot.com/feeds/4797048361738944526/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3112338488250788798&amp;postID=4797048361738944526' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3112338488250788798/posts/default/4797048361738944526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3112338488250788798/posts/default/4797048361738944526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fionadeshrek.blogspot.com/2011/12/christmas-gifts-regalitos-de-navidad.html' title='CHRISTMAS GIFTS / REGALITOS DE NAVIDAD'/><author><name>F.I.O.N.A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03838661132135290354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1P9lYXUt3z4/SKdDzwzEJ8I/AAAAAAAAALI/DgGPJP0N2no/S220/fiona.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Nivhad2IEhE/Tu_A_jgMLPI/AAAAAAAACss/dBZWwF75o0c/s72-c/christmas%2Bgifs.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3112338488250788798.post-1587206009720408242</id><published>2011-12-16T05:32:00.004-02:00</published><updated>2011-12-18T22:01:40.786-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='AGRICULTURA BIODINÁMICA'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ARTE'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='feng shui'/><title type='text'>VISITORS COMING!/ QUE VIENE  VISITA!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5SPL8uskHa8/Tu59W0ZZ4oI/AAAAAAAAAns/uQEa1TN2-2Q/s1600/dining%2Broom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5SPL8uskHa8/Tu59W0ZZ4oI/AAAAAAAAAns/uQEa1TN2-2Q/s400/dining%2Broom.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5687621210391306882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teresópolis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I do not know anymore when the full moon is coming nor when it´s the new one that comes, but whatever I see that is dirty I just clean it up. My friend Ze do Rock told me that his German (I guess)friends Ula and Friedrich Ula arrived in Brazil on 15, so yesterday, instead of doing an hour of gymnastics, I made several hours of cleaning the living room (which is also dining room) beginning by changing the cloth of our dining round table of which chairs are a sofa and an armchair and some tree trunks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I also burned paper trash in the fireplace although not for cleaning and organizing, but because I needed dry ash to mix with soil and eggshells toasted and pulverized to fill empty cardboard boxes for eggs and planting tiny seeds finally there, something I wanted to do a long time ago but Ze do Rock´s friends did not come here directly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; It rained all day so I did not go out walking with my neighbor. My youngest daughter called me and asked me to go to São Paulo and from the time I promised her I´ll do it, Shrek does not talk to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teresópolis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya no sé más cuándo llega la luna llena y cuándo la nueva, simplemente lo que voy viendo sucio lo voy limpiando pero como mi amigo Ze do Rock me dijo que sus amigos alemanes (supongo) Ula e Friedrich llegarían a Brasil el día 15, ayer en vez de hacer una hora de gimnasia hice varias horas de limpieza de la sala comenzando por cambiar el mantel de nuestra mesa de comedor que también es sala pues las sillas de esa mesa redonda son un sofá y una poltrona y algunos troncos de árboles. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;También quemé la basura de papel que había en la chimenea aunque no por motivos de limpieza y organización sino porque necesitaba cenizas secas para mezclar con tierra y cascas de huevos tostadas y pulverizadas para rellenar cajas vacías de cartón para huevos y allí finalmente plantar semillitas, algo que postergo desde hace mucho tiempo pero los amigos de Ze do Rock no llegaron aquí directamente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Llovió todo el día por lo que no salí a caminar con mi vecina. Mi hija benjamín me llamó por teléfono para pedirme que fuese a São Paulo y desde el momento en que se lo prometí, Shrek no habla.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3112338488250788798-1587206009720408242?l=fionadeshrek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fionadeshrek.blogspot.com/feeds/1587206009720408242/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3112338488250788798&amp;postID=1587206009720408242' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3112338488250788798/posts/default/1587206009720408242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3112338488250788798/posts/default/1587206009720408242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fionadeshrek.blogspot.com/2011/12/visitors-coming-que-viene-visita.html' title='VISITORS COMING!/ QUE VIENE  VISITA!'/><author><name>F.I.O.N.A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03838661132135290354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1P9lYXUt3z4/SKdDzwzEJ8I/AAAAAAAAALI/DgGPJP0N2no/S220/fiona.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5SPL8uskHa8/Tu59W0ZZ4oI/AAAAAAAAAns/uQEa1TN2-2Q/s72-c/dining%2Broom.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3112338488250788798.post-620610446884653422</id><published>2011-12-15T12:06:00.008-02:00</published><updated>2011-12-17T21:02:43.787-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='libros'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mudanzas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='VIAJES'/><title type='text'>A SEPARATE REALITY / UNA REALIDAD APARTE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hfxi5M2-v6k/Tu0eX06LjPI/AAAAAAAACsg/v-hBY0QlEcg/s1600/una%2Brealidad%2Baparte.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 229px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hfxi5M2-v6k/Tu0eX06LjPI/AAAAAAAACsg/v-hBY0QlEcg/s400/una%2Brealidad%2Baparte.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5687235299127299314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teresópolis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Yesterday I went for a walk with my Japanese neighbor, psychotherapist, great cook and best friend at about 4 pm under an opaque sunshine and an hour later when I got home I was completely and totally wet of rain, even my underwear. I changed my clothes and, working as Shrek´s private driver, ​​I took him to the supermarket in our blue beetle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; He had been cutting grass all day, of course with an electric razor but it weighs about 25 kilos so old it is, therefore I could not deny anything he would ask me after leaving my garden as a true golf course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; When we arrived from the supermarket I prepared our every begining of night tea and our salad and then I started playing piano until 8 when I surfed on the Internet until the soap opera Fina Estampa began and I had my unique dinner while Shrek took his second one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Am I crazy or am I dumb wanting to go to live elsewhere, even it would be Paris, much less being a primitive place in the dry backcountry (&lt;em&gt;sertão&lt;/em&gt;) of the Brazilian Northeast? Everybody answers "yes" because they think there is just only one reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teresópolis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ayer salí a caminar con mi vecina japonesa, psicoterapeuta, gran cocinera  y mejor amiga a eso de las 4 de la tarde bajo un sol opaco y una hora después cuando llegué en casa estaba total y absolutamente mojada, incluso la ropa interior. Me cambié el atuendo y, -trabajando como chofer particular de Shrek-,  lo llevé al supermercado en nuestro escarabajo azul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Él había estado todo el día cortando grama, claro que con una máquina eléctrica pero así mismo pesa unos 25 kilos de tan antigua que es, por lo que no le podía negar nada de lo que me pidiese después de haber dejado mi jardín como un auténtico campo de golf. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuando llegamos del supermercado hice nuestro té de cada comienzo de noche y nuestra ensalada y luego me puse a tocar piano hasta las 8 cuando navegué por la internet hasta que empezó la novela Fina Estampa y yo cené por la única vez y Shrek por la segunda. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¿Estaré loca o seré burra de querer ir a vivir en otro lugar, así sea París cuanto menos un lugar primitivo en el desierto (&lt;em&gt;de-sertão&lt;/em&gt;) del Nordeste brasileño? Todos creen que sí porque solamente conocen una única realidad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3112338488250788798-620610446884653422?l=fionadeshrek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fionadeshrek.blogspot.com/feeds/620610446884653422/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3112338488250788798&amp;postID=620610446884653422' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3112338488250788798/posts/default/620610446884653422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3112338488250788798/posts/default/620610446884653422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fionadeshrek.blogspot.com/2011/12/separate-reality-una-realidad-aparte.html' title='A SEPARATE REALITY / UNA REALIDAD APARTE'/><author><name>F.I.O.N.A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03838661132135290354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1P9lYXUt3z4/SKdDzwzEJ8I/AAAAAAAAALI/DgGPJP0N2no/S220/fiona.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hfxi5M2-v6k/Tu0eX06LjPI/AAAAAAAACsg/v-hBY0QlEcg/s72-c/una%2Brealidad%2Baparte.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3112338488250788798.post-7849617202046765951</id><published>2011-12-14T11:45:00.006-02:00</published><updated>2011-12-16T22:01:20.168-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reencarnación'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cabello'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='música'/><title type='text'>SECURITY GUARD-BRICKLAYER-PLUMBER / VIGILANTE-ALBAÑIL-FONTANERO</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-H9VFtTPXd6Y/TuvbgYh95_I/AAAAAAAACsU/B4p1PxRoNPU/s1600/bricklayer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 216px; height: 204px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-H9VFtTPXd6Y/TuvbgYh95_I/AAAAAAAACsU/B4p1PxRoNPU/s400/bricklayer.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5686880303872600050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teresópolis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Yesterday, between 2 and 3 pm (time zone in Venezuela) my mom turned 9 months of separation from her 7 billion planetary co-living. For those who believe in reincarnation as my Japanese friend, she must have been born again less than 9 days ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Yesterday I ran passing all the sidewalkers in my way along to get before 4 pm to the parking and not having to pay 3 more reals only for an extra second that our Beetle would be there. I arrived with 2 minutes in advance something that left me very happy. Sherk and his particular driver (me) had gone to deliver the gate of Mrs. Antonia and then he went to his barber to cut his hair while I went to pay electricity and telephone bills, play the lottery and buy a lamp to put inside my piano and this way avoid moisture which does not let it work well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; All that we did after Luis Vigilante had lunch and went away. He had spent the whole morning fixing a bathroom wall that was broken by Aldemar to find the leak (almost jet) that flooded our house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teresópolis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ayer, entre las 2 y las 3 de la tarde (horario de Venezuela) mi mamá cumplió 9 meses de separación de sus 7 billones de co-planetarios vivos. Para los que creen en reencarnación como mi amiga japonesa, ella debe estar naciendo de nuevo o tal vez ya nació hace menos de 9 días.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ayer corrí pasando a todos los transeúntes que se interponían en mi camino por la acera para llegar antes de las 4 al estacionamiento y no tener que pagar 3 reales más aunque fuese por un segundo extra que nuestro Escarabajo estuviese  allí. Llegué con 2 minutos de sobra y eso me dejó contentísima. Sherk y su chofer particular  habíamos ido a entregar el portón de la Sra. Antonia  y de allí fuimos a su barbero que le cortó el cabello mientras yo fui a pagar las cuentas de luz y teléfono,  jugar la lotería y comprar una lamparita para colocar dentro de mi piano que con tanta humedad no funciona bien.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eso lo hicimos cuando Luis Vigilante se fue, después de almorzar, pues estuvo aquí toda la mañana arreglando una pared del baño que Aldemar  quebró para descubrir la gotera (casi chorro) que inundó nuestra casita.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3112338488250788798-7849617202046765951?l=fionadeshrek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fionadeshrek.blogspot.com/feeds/7849617202046765951/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3112338488250788798&amp;postID=7849617202046765951' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3112338488250788798/posts/default/7849617202046765951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3112338488250788798/posts/default/7849617202046765951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fionadeshrek.blogspot.com/2011/12/security-guard-bricklayer-plumber.html' title='SECURITY GUARD-BRICKLAYER-PLUMBER / VIGILANTE-ALBAÑIL-FONTANERO'/><author><name>F.I.O.N.A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03838661132135290354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1P9lYXUt3z4/SKdDzwzEJ8I/AAAAAAAAALI/DgGPJP0N2no/S220/fiona.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-H9VFtTPXd6Y/TuvbgYh95_I/AAAAAAAACsU/B4p1PxRoNPU/s72-c/bricklayer.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3112338488250788798.post-2549795368678764025</id><published>2011-12-13T05:34:00.005-02:00</published><updated>2011-12-15T19:02:41.191-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='libros'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ARBORIZACIÓN'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='religión'/><title type='text'>ZE DO ROCK</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qC6KAOD7h1Y/TupdxqTgXwI/AAAAAAAACsI/SrGAkBJeSEo/s1600/ze%2Bdo%2Brock.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qC6KAOD7h1Y/TupdxqTgXwI/AAAAAAAACsI/SrGAkBJeSEo/s400/ze%2Bdo%2Brock.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5686460587259748098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teresópolis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How sad! Yesterday I wanted to buy the book "Zé do Rock: &lt;em&gt;a ero without h by He Himself&lt;/em&gt;" (L &amp; Pm Editor), so I went to the bookstore "Papirus" within the oldest and largest mall of this city and what would not be my surprise when I saw that instead of the bookstore there was a beauty salon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I wanted to buy it for my Japanese neighbor and best friend as Christmas present because I can not lend her the manuscript version I have, that weighs about 3 kilos or more. I wonder if there´s a version in Spanish, or Japanese?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; We returned from the city, had lunch and when I went to meet her for walking she told me she could not go because she was helping her husband to do the annual cleaning of Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I do not know what to give as a present to my parish priest Father Jorge Luiz to remember him the letter of recommendation I need as a preamble to the request for support and partnership of Caritas for my tree planting project in the northeast, as the book of Zé do Rock is extremely irreverent (Shrek does not understand how religions need to become powerful for which they must be mercantilists).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teresópolis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¡Qué tristeza! Ayer fui a comprar el libro “Zé do Rock: &lt;em&gt;o eroi sem um aga por ele mesmo&lt;/em&gt;” de la Editora L&amp;Pm, en la librería Papirus dentro del mayor y más antiguo centro comercial de esta ciudad y cuál no sería mi sorpresa cuando vi que en su lugar había un salón de belleza. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yo quería mucho comprárselo a mi vecina japonesa y mejor amiga de regalo de Navidad porque no le puedo prestar la versión manuscrita que tengo, que debe pesar unos 3 kilos o más. ¿Habrá una versión en español, o en japonés?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regresamos de la ciudad, almorcé y cuando fui a su casa para que fuésemos a caminar ella me dijo que no iría pues estaba ayudando a su marido a hacer la limpieza anual de Navidad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No sé qué regalarle al Padre Jorge Luiz mi párroco para entusiasmarlo a darme la carta de recomendación que necesito como preámbulo de la solicitud de apoyo y sociedad de Cáritas a mi proyecto de arborización del nordeste, pues el libro de Zé do Rock es extremadamente irreverente (Shrek no entiende cómo las religiones necesitan ser poderosas para lo cual tienen que ser mercantilistas).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3112338488250788798-2549795368678764025?l=fionadeshrek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fionadeshrek.blogspot.com/feeds/2549795368678764025/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3112338488250788798&amp;postID=2549795368678764025' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3112338488250788798/posts/default/2549795368678764025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3112338488250788798/posts/default/2549795368678764025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fionadeshrek.blogspot.com/2011/12/ze-do-rock.html' title='ZE DO ROCK'/><author><name>F.I.O.N.A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03838661132135290354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1P9lYXUt3z4/SKdDzwzEJ8I/AAAAAAAAALI/DgGPJP0N2no/S220/fiona.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qC6KAOD7h1Y/TupdxqTgXwI/AAAAAAAACsI/SrGAkBJeSEo/s72-c/ze%2Bdo%2Brock.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3112338488250788798.post-4088670689916365358</id><published>2011-12-12T11:46:00.006-02:00</published><updated>2011-12-14T20:54:24.103-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='actividades silenciosas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SOLEDAD'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MASCOTAS'/><title type='text'>PRODIGAL DOG / EL PERRO PRÓDIGO</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BoJAnpXX-4I/TuknvRK4WvI/AAAAAAAACr8/O8UnkHMX2Ok/s1600/2011%2B11%2B10%2Bteres%25C3%25B3polis%2B014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BoJAnpXX-4I/TuknvRK4WvI/AAAAAAAACr8/O8UnkHMX2Ok/s400/2011%2B11%2B10%2Bteres%25C3%25B3polis%2B014.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5686119697548335858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teresópolis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; As it rained heavily on Saturday and we could not go to visit my mom and then Shrek said we could go on Sunday, ie yesterday, but having a hangover, he just got out of bed at 4 pm, so I decided to go with Dakaisha as a companion like I did for many years with Au-au.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; But what was my surprise and concern when I finished preparing its food and I realized it was not at home. I put the plate full in its kennel and I climbed the 500 steps across the wood all alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; When I came back I saw that my neightor and best friend and her husband were at their gate. Then I crossed the street to greet them and I told them about the disappearance of Dakaisha. She wanted to go with me to look for it but I refused, scared as I was to see it crushed by a car anywhere.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; As usual, at 6 pm I sat down to play the piano and soon I was interrupted by Shrek who asked me to go to the door to "do something". Obediently I went with some anger and what he wanted me to do was to see our dog Dakaisha, very happy after partying all weekend. It was the best thing that happened to me yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teresópolis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como el sábado llovió mucho y no pudimos ir a visitar a mi mamá y Shrek dijo que entonces iríamos el domingo, es decir, ayer, pero él, enratonado,  solamente salió de la cama a las 4 pm, decidí ir con Dacaixa como acompañante al igual que lo hice durante muchos años con Au-au.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero cuál no sería mi sorpresa y preocupación cuando terminé de preparar su comida y me di cuenta que él no estaba en casa. Le puse su plato lleno dentro de su canil y subí los 500 escalones íngrima y sola.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuando regresé estaban en su portón mi vecina y mejor amiga con su marido. Entonces atravesé la calle para saludarlos y les conté sobre la desaparición de Dacaixa. Ella quiso ir conmigo a buscarlo pero me negué con miedo de verlo por allí aplastado por un coche.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Como de costumbre, a las 6 pm me senté a tocar piano y poco después fui interrumpida por Shrek para que fuese a la puerta a “ver algo”. Obediente fui con un poco de rabia y era él, nuestro perrito Dacaixa, muy contento después de haber parrandeado todo el fin de semana. Fue lo mejor que me sucedió ayer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3112338488250788798-4088670689916365358?l=fionadeshrek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fionadeshrek.blogspot.com/feeds/4088670689916365358/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3112338488250788798&amp;postID=4088670689916365358' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3112338488250788798/posts/default/4088670689916365358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3112338488250788798/posts/default/4088670689916365358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fionadeshrek.blogspot.com/2011/12/prodigal-dog-el-perro-prodigo.html' title='PRODIGAL DOG / EL PERRO PRÓDIGO'/><author><name>F.I.O.N.A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03838661132135290354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1P9lYXUt3z4/SKdDzwzEJ8I/AAAAAAAAALI/DgGPJP0N2no/S220/fiona.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BoJAnpXX-4I/TuknvRK4WvI/AAAAAAAACr8/O8UnkHMX2Ok/s72-c/2011%2B11%2B10%2Bteres%25C3%25B3polis%2B014.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3112338488250788798.post-5214659601265902793</id><published>2011-12-11T12:37:00.004-02:00</published><updated>2011-12-13T20:49:07.574-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mudanzas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='VIAJES'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='religión'/><title type='text'>PATOS, PARAIBA, BRAZILIAN NORTHEAST / PATOS, PARAIBA, NORDESTE BRASILEÑO</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LH-WPpsRt6Q/TufWUShLSoI/AAAAAAAACrw/Lfi_LWmtDxg/s1600/PATOS%2BPB.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LH-WPpsRt6Q/TufWUShLSoI/AAAAAAAACrw/Lfi_LWmtDxg/s400/PATOS%2BPB.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685748698635258498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teresopolis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; As Mr. Moses and his wife Mrs. Aurea promised us to ask to Jorge Luiz (parish priest of our parish church since 26 years ago when I moved to this city), to sign a letter of recommendation to João Ronaldo, substitute of the bishop of the Diocese of Patos, PB, yesterday when the Mass got to its end I went to ask to father Jorge Luiz if the letter was ready but he did not know what I was talking about because Shrek, I do not know whether with fear or anger, stayed far behind me, instead of helping me with the pronunciation of my Brazilian Portuguese. Finally father Jorge Luis understood me and asked me when we were moving there and I said in January.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; As the money I was waiting for travelling finally came from Venezuela, I'm thinking we should go now, before we spend that money in something else, and really we are not moving but just staying there a month and then come back here to pick and pack everything we need there and to sell or rent this house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; It rained much all day and we could not climb to the chapel of the Virgin of the Winds to visit my mom, that is, her ashes that lie up there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teresópolis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como el Sr. Moisés y su esposa doña Áurea nos prometieron a Shrek y a mí que intercederían para que el padre Jorge Luiz, párroco de "nuestra" (desde hace 26 años cuando me vine a vivir a esta ciudad) parroquia, para que firmara una carta de recomendación dirigida al padre João Ronaldo de la diócesis de Patos en Paraíba, ayer cuando terminó la misa me acerqué al padre pero Shrek, no sé si con miedo o rabia se quedó atrás, bien atrás de mí mientras yo hablaba con el padre pidiéndole la carta que él no se acordaba lo que era pero me preguntó que cuándo era que nos mudábamos para allá y le respondí que en Enero.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como ya llegó de Venezuela el dinero con el que pretendemos  viajar, ando pensando que deberíamos irnos ya, antes de que gastemos ese dinero, y realmente no es una mudanza sino un mes de estadía allá para regresar aquí a recoger y empacar todo lo que nos llevaremos y alquilar esta casa. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Llovió muchísimo todo el día y no pudimos subir a la capilla de la Virgen de los Vientos a visitar a mi mamá, es decir, sus cenizas que allá reposan.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3112338488250788798-5214659601265902793?l=fionadeshrek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fionadeshrek.blogspot.com/feeds/5214659601265902793/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3112338488250788798&amp;postID=5214659601265902793' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3112338488250788798/posts/default/5214659601265902793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3112338488250788798/posts/default/5214659601265902793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fionadeshrek.blogspot.com/2011/12/patos-paraiba-brazilian-northeast-patos.html' title='PATOS, PARAIBA, BRAZILIAN NORTHEAST / PATOS, PARAIBA, NORDESTE BRASILEÑO'/><author><name>F.I.O.N.A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03838661132135290354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1P9lYXUt3z4/SKdDzwzEJ8I/AAAAAAAAALI/DgGPJP0N2no/S220/fiona.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LH-WPpsRt6Q/TufWUShLSoI/AAAAAAAACrw/Lfi_LWmtDxg/s72-c/PATOS%2BPB.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3112338488250788798.post-6002776197758284560</id><published>2011-12-10T11:36:00.005-02:00</published><updated>2011-12-12T20:57:32.366-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='historia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='combates'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='educación familiar'/><title type='text'>SHUT SHREK OUT! / ¡QUE SHREK NO ENTRE!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-er5jqtwT2BQ/TuaEhUS1LCI/AAAAAAAACrY/grHkZ-MUgy0/s1600/shut%2Bout.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 188px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-er5jqtwT2BQ/TuaEhUS1LCI/AAAAAAAACrY/grHkZ-MUgy0/s400/shut%2Bout.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685377287520070690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teresópolis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We started our daily walk, and it began to rain, so my neighbor and best friend decided, since she was wearing a waterproof jacket, to go to Sonia the seamstress and I went back home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Not 5 minutes had passed when the sun shined again and then Shrek asked me to go with him to Mrs. Antonia´s because he had forgotten to measure the height of the gate motif he was doing for her. I went reluctantly but when we returned I asked him to ring the bell of the house of my friend Gilda to see if she happened to be there, and, miracle, she was ready to go out to take her Norwegian granddaughter to a meeting of 10 years old girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; She was my best friend for several years until she got angry with me because of Shrek, whom she did not let into her house in January 2001 and for that reason her daughter Fernanda, embarrassed by the attitude of her mother, returned to Norway the day after although she had reserved for a flight in February.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Then I started walking with my Japanese neighbor who had just moved here. There is never an ill wind that blows no good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teresópolis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como en el momento que íbamos a comenzar nuestra caminata empezó a llover, mi vecina y mejor amiga decidió, puesto que andaba con una buena chaqueta impermeable, ir donde Sonia la costurera y yo regresé a casa. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No habían pasado ni 5 minutos cuando salió el sol y entonces Shrek me pidió que lo acompañara donde la Sra. Antonia pues había olvidado medir la altura del adorno del portón que le estaba haciendo. Fui de mala gana y resulta que cuando regresábamos le pedí que tocara el timbre de la casa de mi amiga Gilda a ver si ella por casualidad estaba allí, y, milagro, estaba aunque preparándose para llevar a su nieta noruega a una reunión de chicas de su edad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ella fue mi mejor amiga durante varios años hasta que se puso brava conmigo por culpa de Shrek, -a quien ella no dejó entrar en su casa en Enero de 2001 por lo que su hija Fernanda, avergonzada con la actitud de su madre, había regresado a Noruega el día siguiente adelantado su vuelta 2 meses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entonces empecé a caminar  con mi vecina japonesa que acababa de mudarse para acá. Nunca hay mal que por bien no venga.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3112338488250788798-6002776197758284560?l=fionadeshrek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fionadeshrek.blogspot.com/feeds/6002776197758284560/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3112338488250788798&amp;postID=6002776197758284560' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3112338488250788798/posts/default/6002776197758284560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3112338488250788798/posts/default/6002776197758284560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fionadeshrek.blogspot.com/2011/12/shut-shrek-out-que-shrek-no-entre.html' title='SHUT SHREK OUT! / ¡QUE SHREK NO ENTRE!'/><author><name>F.I.O.N.A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03838661132135290354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1P9lYXUt3z4/SKdDzwzEJ8I/AAAAAAAAALI/DgGPJP0N2no/S220/fiona.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-er5jqtwT2BQ/TuaEhUS1LCI/AAAAAAAACrY/grHkZ-MUgy0/s72-c/shut%2Bout.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3112338488250788798.post-1921979316523928385</id><published>2011-12-09T11:26:00.008-02:00</published><updated>2011-12-11T20:26:07.972-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='COCHES'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='EXCESOS'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LIBERTAD FEMENINA'/><title type='text'>FLOATING CARS / CARROS FLOTANDO</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cLa7F24sPUg/TuUqyNHcD_I/AAAAAAAACrM/JhbkcKqIkdQ/s1600/floating%2Bcars.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 301px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cLa7F24sPUg/TuUqyNHcD_I/AAAAAAAACrM/JhbkcKqIkdQ/s400/floating%2Bcars.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5684997146627805170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teresópolis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dona Rita Cane Juice had already killed, plucked and cleaned 3 ducks, when the postman brought the document that my Danih friend´s former husband had sent from Fortaleza signed and notarized.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Shrek and I immediately went out in the Blue Beetle to give it to my accountant which we did. Then I went to mail 2 letters for my carioca daughter-in-law while Shrek went to the supermarket to buy detergent and clothes rinse and we met later in the parking lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; From there we went to the "Green Fruit" market where we bought wine, cheese, the ingredients of my spinach pâté, etc., and when we were leaving, a guy (to whom we gave 2 reals for that because we had no less) carried a big umbrella to protect us  from the rain up to the place where our car  was parked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Never before in my whole life I had ever been, much less driving, under a such hard rain as that. Despite the wipers of our Beetle were working perfectly at maximum speed, I was able to see almost nothing, therefore guessing the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shrek asked me to stop and I did not obey him. Then he shouted at me to stop but I just went on back home figuring that if I stopped the car, we would begin to float.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teresópolis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya Doña Rita Jugo de Caña había matado, desplumado y limpiado 3 patos cuando el cartero trajo el documento que el ex–marido de  mi amiga dinamarquesa había enviado firmado y notariado desde Fortaleza. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inmediatamente salimos Shrek y yo en el Escarabajo azul a entregárselo a mi contador lo cual hicimos. Entonces fui al correo a ponerle 2 cartas a mi nuera carioca mientras Shrek fue al supermercado a comprar jabón en polvo y enjuague de ropa y nos encontramos en el estacionamiento. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De allí fuimos a "Green Fruit" donde compramos vino, queso, los ingredientes de mi paté de espinacas, etc., y, cuando terminamos, un chico (al que le dimos 2 reales por eso porque no teníamos menos) tuvo que acompañarnos junto con las compras hasta el carro, amparándonos de la lluvia con un paraguas. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nunca antes en toda mi vida había visto, y menos manejado, bajo una lluvia tan fuerte. Como andaba adivinando por donde iba porque no se veía casi nada a pesar de que el limpia-parabrisas funcionaba perfectamente en la velocidad máxima, Shrek me pedía que parase y yo no le obedecía, me gritaba que parase y yo seguía pues imaginaba que si parase comenzaríamos a flotar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3112338488250788798-1921979316523928385?l=fionadeshrek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fionadeshrek.blogspot.com/feeds/1921979316523928385/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3112338488250788798&amp;postID=1921979316523928385' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3112338488250788798/posts/default/1921979316523928385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3112338488250788798/posts/default/1921979316523928385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fionadeshrek.blogspot.com/2011/12/floating-cars-carros-flotando.html' title='FLOATING CARS / CARROS FLOTANDO'/><author><name>F.I.O.N.A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03838661132135290354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1P9lYXUt3z4/SKdDzwzEJ8I/AAAAAAAAALI/DgGPJP0N2no/S220/fiona.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cLa7F24sPUg/TuUqyNHcD_I/AAAAAAAACrM/JhbkcKqIkdQ/s72-c/floating%2Bcars.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3112338488250788798.post-3080700944298573817</id><published>2011-12-08T10:55:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2011-12-10T21:12:27.913-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='VIAJES'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gastronomía'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='COCHES'/><title type='text'>NOODLE´S BOX TRUCK / EL CAMIÓN DE MACARRÓN</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qVX7PjnuAPw/TuPm-jPC_gI/AAAAAAAACrA/siVY0dgEl_s/s1600/box%2Btruck.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 259px; height: 194px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qVX7PjnuAPw/TuPm-jPC_gI/AAAAAAAACrA/siVY0dgEl_s/s400/box%2Btruck.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5684641116956327426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teresópolis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Taking advantage of Leandro (Antenna K2)´s deposit in our bank account, his monthly payment, Shrek went out early to buy the front bolsters for our Blue Beetle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Meanwhile I waited at home for the arrival of the truck with the iron needed to make Mrs. Antonia´s gate. I was having breakfast with my fried egg and spinach pâté as I do every day while I laughed out loud reading "&lt;em&gt;Alface Oculta&lt;/em&gt;" (Hidden Lettuce) from our friend Zé do Rock, when I heard the horn of a truck. I got up to go running to receive the iron, but what was my surprise: it was Noodle´s box truck, Shrek´s very tall and skinny brother-in-law whose real name is Sebastian in whose truck I intend to take my move to the Northeast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; His driver assistant was Xandón, Severino's nephew, the Don Juan who lives hidden from a villain who wants to kill him because he discovered his wife betraying him with Xandon. They would not expect Shrek to return from the city and we talked quickly at the gate. It was a great joy seeing them in my home as Shrek, angered by a simple cap disappeared, he had thrown them out of here forever, 3 months ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teresópolis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aprovechando que Leandro (Antena K2) había depositado en nuestra cuenta bancaria su mensualidad, Shrek salió temprano a comprar los amortiguadores delanteros de nuestro Escarabajo  azul. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yo me quedé esperando la llegada del camión con el hierro para hacer el portón de doña Antonia. Estaba desayunando mi huevo frito con paté de espinacas de todos los días mientras  me reía a carcajadas leyendo “&lt;em&gt;Alface Oculta&lt;/em&gt;” (Lechuga Oculta) de nuestro amigo Zé do Rock, cuando escuché la corneta de un camión. Me levanté corriendo para ir a recibir el hierro pero cuál no sería mi sorpresa: era otro camión, el de Macarrón (él es muy alto y flaco pero su nombre es Sebastián) el cuñado de Shrek, en cuyo camión baúl pretendo llevar mi mudanza al Nordeste. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Su chofer auxiliar era Xandón, sobrino de Severino, el Don Juan que vive escondido de un bandido que lo quiere matar porque  descubrió a su mujer traicionándolo con él. Ellos no quisieron esperar que Shrek regresara de la ciudad y conversamos rápidamente en el portón. Fue una alegría muy grande haberlos visto en mi casa ya que Shrek, furioso por una simple cachucha desaparecida, los había expulsado de aquí para siempre, hace unos 3 meses.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3112338488250788798-3080700944298573817?l=fionadeshrek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fionadeshrek.blogspot.com/feeds/3080700944298573817/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3112338488250788798&amp;postID=3080700944298573817' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3112338488250788798/posts/default/3080700944298573817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3112338488250788798/posts/default/3080700944298573817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fionadeshrek.blogspot.com/2011/12/noodles-box-truck-el-camion-de-macarron.html' title='NOODLE´S BOX TRUCK / EL CAMIÓN DE MACARRÓN'/><author><name>F.I.O.N.A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03838661132135290354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1P9lYXUt3z4/SKdDzwzEJ8I/AAAAAAAAALI/DgGPJP0N2no/S220/fiona.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qVX7PjnuAPw/TuPm-jPC_gI/AAAAAAAACrA/siVY0dgEl_s/s72-c/box%2Btruck.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3112338488250788798.post-2053339967094684518</id><published>2011-12-07T11:53:00.006-02:00</published><updated>2011-12-09T21:04:10.519-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dinero'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='milagros'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='limpieza'/><title type='text'>HOW TO ATTRACT MONEY / CÓMO ATRAER DINERO</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cf-gqM0dNMA/TuKTxU5OjaI/AAAAAAAACq0/LeAYrxJyMUU/s1600/please%2Bcome%2Bto%2Bme.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 327px; height: 365px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cf-gqM0dNMA/TuKTxU5OjaI/AAAAAAAACq0/LeAYrxJyMUU/s400/please%2Bcome%2Bto%2Bme.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5684268155326598562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teresópolis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I took bath, had breakfast, got dressed and managed to come out with Shrek in our Blue Beetle. I could not possibly get to the dentist without paying at least 260 Reals. Shrek, who had received 240 from his client Mrs. Antonia, gave me half. At the cash point I got 110 so I left 5 in my Banco do Brasil account. And 20 I had in my pocket. God is great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Back from the dentist I finished cleaning the front door of the house, just in case it is true that money does not pass through  a dirty door. I also cleaned the stove and the floor on which it is, an area of prosperity according to Feng-Shui and I gave Dakaisha a pot full of home-made especially made for him meal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; And then the miracle happened. I went into the Internet and saw that Leandro had deposited; I saw that Richard had sent by Sedex the document signed by him giving low to our micro-enterprise and Mrs. Rita Cane Juice paid me the firt half of December rent and I felt very happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teresópolis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomé baño, desayuné, me vestí y arreglé para salir con Shrek  en nuestro Escarabajo azul. De  ninguna manera podía llegar al dentista sin pagar al menos 260 reales. Shrek, que había recibido 240 de su cliente doña Antonia,  me dio la mitad. En la Casa del Lotero le dije a la chica que me diera 110 de mi cuenta corriente. Me los dio y me quedaron 5 en el Banco do Brasil. Completé con 20 que tenía en efectivo en la cartera. Dios es grande.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regresamos del dentista y terminé de limpiar la puerta principal de la casa, por si las moscas y sea  verdad que por una puerta sucia no entra dinero. También limpié el fogón y el piso sobre el cual él está, área de la prosperidad según el Feng-Shui y le di a Dakaisha una olla llena de comidita casera hecha especialmente para él.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y entonces  sucedió el milagro. Entré en la Internet y vi que Leandro había depositado, vi que Richard me había enviado por Sedex el documento firmado por él dando baja a nuestra micro-empresa y  doña Rita Jugo de Caña me pagó su alquiler del mes de diciembre, y me sentí muy feliz.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3112338488250788798-2053339967094684518?l=fionadeshrek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fionadeshrek.blogspot.com/feeds/2053339967094684518/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3112338488250788798&amp;postID=2053339967094684518' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3112338488250788798/posts/default/2053339967094684518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3112338488250788798/posts/default/2053339967094684518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fionadeshrek.blogspot.com/2011/12/how-to-attract-money-como-atraer-dinero.html' title='HOW TO ATTRACT MONEY / CÓMO ATRAER DINERO'/><author><name>F.I.O.N.A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03838661132135290354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1P9lYXUt3z4/SKdDzwzEJ8I/AAAAAAAAALI/DgGPJP0N2no/S220/fiona.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cf-gqM0dNMA/TuKTxU5OjaI/AAAAAAAACq0/LeAYrxJyMUU/s72-c/please%2Bcome%2Bto%2Bme.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3112338488250788798.post-7328849546610615001</id><published>2011-12-06T14:02:00.005-02:00</published><updated>2011-12-09T14:45:16.025-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='culinária'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='estética'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='propósitos'/><title type='text'>BLACK SWANS LAKE / EL LAGO DE LOS CISNES NEGROS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--Q1bHGIJGS0/TuI6RqVXxfI/AAAAAAAACqo/hNZTWZi-y3s/s1600/2011%2B05%2B31%2Bteres%25C3%25B3polis%2B016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--Q1bHGIJGS0/TuI6RqVXxfI/AAAAAAAACqo/hNZTWZi-y3s/s400/2011%2B05%2B31%2Bteres%25C3%25B3polis%2B016.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5684169754791101938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teresópolis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; This small town where I live is the size of any neighborhood of Sao Paulo. We left the car in a parking lot and I went walking to Santander Bank, then to Bradesco Bank and finally to Bank of Brazil. Oh, what an anger, what a disappointment!(nothing of money).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  But none of that left me sad and nervous because the aim was to buy six coconuts, dry red wine, bread and especially some rubber parts to fix the Beetle and the money for all that we had enough as well as for 2 kilos of T-bone steaks for Dakaisha because the poor dog, since I went to São Paulo, has just been eating industrial dog-food. That was in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; In the afternoon, a customer came and charged to Shrek with an iron gate so everything that happened yesterday was nice and wonderful, especially the birth of a new chick. I also bought a recharge for my cell-phone so I was able to talk to my musician son while my best friend and I were sitted on a bank of the Black Swans Lake inside the Granja Comari neighborhood where we stopped for a rest and for admiring so much beauty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teresópolis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esta pequeña ciudad donde vivo es del tamaño de un barrio cualquiera de São Paulo. Dejamos el carro en un estacionamiento y fui caminando al Banco Santander, al banco Bradesco y al Banco do Brasil. ¡Ay qué rabia, qué decepción!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Pero nada de eso me dejó triste o nerviosa pues el objetivo era comprar 6 cocos frescos, vino tinto seco, pan y sobre todo, arreglar el caucho de repuesto del Escarabajo y con el dinero que teníamos alcanzó para todo eso y también para una costilla bovina de 2 kilos para Dakaisha, pobrecito, que desde que me fui a São Paulo no ha hecho sino comer perrarina. Eso fue en la mañana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;En la tarde vino una cliente y le encargó a Shrek un portón de hierro por lo que todo lo que nos sucedió ayer fue lindo y maravilloso, sobre todo el nacimiento de un nuevo pollito. También compré una recarga para mi celular con la que conversé con mi hijito músico sentada en uno de los bancos del lago de los cisnes negros en la urbanización Granja Comarí donde mi vecina y mejor amiga y yo nos sentamos a descansar de nuestra caminata  y admirar tanta belleza.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3112338488250788798-7328849546610615001?l=fionadeshrek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fionadeshrek.blogspot.com/feeds/7328849546610615001/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3112338488250788798&amp;postID=7328849546610615001' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3112338488250788798/posts/default/7328849546610615001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3112338488250788798/posts/default/7328849546610615001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fionadeshrek.blogspot.com/2011/12/black-swans-lake-el-lago-de-los-cisnes.html' title='BLACK SWANS LAKE / EL LAGO DE LOS CISNES NEGROS'/><author><name>F.I.O.N.A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03838661132135290354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1P9lYXUt3z4/SKdDzwzEJ8I/AAAAAAAAALI/DgGPJP0N2no/S220/fiona.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--Q1bHGIJGS0/TuI6RqVXxfI/AAAAAAAACqo/hNZTWZi-y3s/s72-c/2011%2B05%2B31%2Bteres%25C3%25B3polis%2B016.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3112338488250788798.post-3323526386468478848</id><published>2011-12-05T06:08:00.005-02:00</published><updated>2011-12-07T20:42:16.093-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ARTE culinária'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='música'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chismes'/><title type='text'>WALKING AND GOSSIPING / CAMINANDO Y CHISMORREANDO</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zcJyhgsT1wo/Tt_qrebNdnI/AAAAAAAACqc/mIQ3ioAb5Xs/s1600/caminando%2By%2Bchismeando.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zcJyhgsT1wo/Tt_qrebNdnI/AAAAAAAACqc/mIQ3ioAb5Xs/s400/caminando%2By%2Bchismeando.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683519287387321970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teresópolis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a wonderfully quiet Sunday, in which, without any hurry I had time to do or not do whatever I wanted and everything I had set out to do some long time ago like to spend one hour working in the garden, another hour playing piano, making gymnastic exercises, watching TV programs "Globo Rural" and "Fantastic", preparing the fish (shark) stew with which I have lunch for 15 days!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I was at it, preparing my stew, when somebody hit the door and it was Luis The Guard, imposing, bringing me a "Quentinha" as they call here a hot meal, properly packaged, like a welcome gift from him (but it was from Shrek) and it was a Portuguese Traditional Cod that I had as an ultra-delicious lunch.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; In the evening I spoke at length with my eldest son, the only one who lives in Venezuela and in whose house my ex-carioca son and my carioca grandson are staying (they live in San Sebastian, Spain and went to spend their holidays there).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; To complete my happiness I walked through the beautiful neightborhood Granja Comari almost 2hrs with my therapist and best friend, gettin up to date our tittle-tattle after 2 weeks of absence.&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teresópolis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¡Qué domingo maravillosamente apacible, en que, sin carreras ni apuros  tuve tiempo de hacer o dejar de hacer cuanto quise y sobre todo cuanto me propuse hacer en algún tiempo pasado como trabajar una hora en la huerta, tocar otra hora de piano, hacer una de ejercicios de gimnasia, ver los programas de TV Globo Rural y Fantástico, preparar el sancocho de pescado (cazón) con el que almorzaré durante 15 días!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estaba en eso, preparando mi sancocho, cuando tocó la puerta y era Luis Vigilante, imponente, trayéndome una “quentiña” como llaman aquí un plato de comida calientica, adecuadamente embalado, como si fuese un regalo suyo de bienvenida (pero era de Shrek) y era un Bacalao a la Portuguesa Tradicional con el que almorcé ultra-deliciosamente.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;En la noche hablé largamente con mi hijo mayor, el único que vive en Venezuela y  en cuya casa se están hospedando mi hijo ex-carioca y su propio hijito quienes viven en Donostia (San Sebastián, España) y fueron a pasar las vacaciones allá.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para completar mi felicidad caminé por la bellísima urbanización Granja Comarí casi 2horas con mi psicoterapeuta y mejor amiga, poniendo nuestros chimes en día después de 2 semanas de ausencia.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3112338488250788798-3323526386468478848?l=fionadeshrek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fionadeshrek.blogspot.com/feeds/3323526386468478848/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3112338488250788798&amp;postID=3323526386468478848' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3112338488250788798/posts/default/3323526386468478848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3112338488250788798/posts/default/3323526386468478848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fionadeshrek.blogspot.com/2011/12/walking-and-gossiping-caminando-y.html' title='WALKING AND GOSSIPING / CAMINANDO Y CHISMORREANDO'/><author><name>F.I.O.N.A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03838661132135290354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1P9lYXUt3z4/SKdDzwzEJ8I/AAAAAAAAALI/DgGPJP0N2no/S220/fiona.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zcJyhgsT1wo/Tt_qrebNdnI/AAAAAAAACqc/mIQ3ioAb5Xs/s72-c/caminando%2By%2Bchismeando.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3112338488250788798.post-4643170617716433270</id><published>2011-12-04T10:56:00.004-02:00</published><updated>2011-12-06T20:31:51.049-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MEDICINA'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='VIAJES'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sábado de gloria'/><title type='text'>SÃO PAULO, SP</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ftj3Mi7DPKA/Tt6XEbn6dnI/AAAAAAAACqQ/H0KZayl3bfo/s1600/s%25C3%25A3o%2Bpaulo%2BSP.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 275px; height: 183px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ftj3Mi7DPKA/Tt6XEbn6dnI/AAAAAAAACqQ/H0KZayl3bfo/s400/s%25C3%25A3o%2Bpaulo%2BSP.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683145882178582130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teresópolis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Although the chair 03 of the bus that brought me from São Paulo was very comfortable, I spent the night a bit uncomfortable with a man next to me telling me his physical ailments and details of surgeries and treatments that he was suffering to remain alive (to tell his story even to those who did not want to hear it).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; When I arrived at 6 am to my little house in the best and most beautiful place in the world, I cried. I could not believe that I was not anymore in that agitated and foul city of São Paulo. Too bad it´s the site my children chose to live in, but everything has its good side and bad side.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Like every Saturday, Shrek and I climbed the 500 steps (20 cm each) to the chapel of Our Lady of the Winds where my mom´s ashes rest un until of my mother until this land is sold or we move from here. We greeted her and signed the guestbook with our thanks and supernatural pleas.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; And the best thing that happened during this day was, after 6 pm Mass, in our parish church: we were very well served by Mr. Moses who promised his support for our trip to Brazilian Northeast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teresópolis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aunque la poltrona 03 del autobús que me trajo de São Paulo era comodísima, pasé la noche un poco incómoda, con un señor a mi lado contándome sus  achaques de salud y detalles de cirugías sufridas  y tratamientos que seguía para continuar vivo... contándole su historia incluso a quien no quisiese oírla.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuando llegué a las 6 am a mi casita situada en el lugar más bello y bueno del mundo, lloré. No podía creer que ya no estaba en ese asqueroso y agitadísimo São Paulo. Qué pena que sea así el sitio que mis hijos menores escogieron para vivir, aunque todo tiene su lado bueno y su lado malo.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Como cualquier sábado, Shrek y yo subimos los 500 escalones (de 20 cm cada uno) hasta la capilla de la Virgen de los Vientos donde reposarán las cenizas de mi mamá hasta que se venda esta tierra o nos mudemos de aquí. La saludamos y firmamos el libro de visitas con nuestro agradecimiento y pedidos sobrenaturales.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Y lo mejor que me sucedió en el día fue después  de la misa de las 6 pm  en nuestra iglesia parroquial: el señor Moisés nos atendió muy bien y prometió su apoyo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3112338488250788798-4643170617716433270?l=fionadeshrek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fionadeshrek.blogspot.com/feeds/4643170617716433270/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3112338488250788798&amp;postID=4643170617716433270' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3112338488250788798/posts/default/4643170617716433270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3112338488250788798/posts/default/4643170617716433270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fionadeshrek.blogspot.com/2011/12/sao-paulo-sp.html' title='SÃO PAULO, SP'/><author><name>F.I.O.N.A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03838661132135290354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1P9lYXUt3z4/SKdDzwzEJ8I/AAAAAAAAALI/DgGPJP0N2no/S220/fiona.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ftj3Mi7DPKA/Tt6XEbn6dnI/AAAAAAAACqQ/H0KZayl3bfo/s72-c/s%25C3%25A3o%2Bpaulo%2BSP.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3112338488250788798.post-6011608230015641666</id><published>2011-12-03T13:34:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2011-12-05T20:43:39.275-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='historia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mudanzas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='religión'/><title type='text'>THE WATER OF THE RIVER / EL AGUA DEL RÍO</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0aXKq-LLk1c/Tt1Ig8f0ySI/AAAAAAAACqE/eGKUa90Obys/s1600/the%2Bwater%2Bof%2Bthe%2Briver.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 398px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0aXKq-LLk1c/Tt1Ig8f0ySI/AAAAAAAACqE/eGKUa90Obys/s400/the%2Bwater%2Bof%2Bthe%2Briver.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682778035644057890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teresópolis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Yesterday, despite the pleas of my youngest daughter, I left São Paulo almost running away. It seems to me that in that city and perhaps also in Rio de Janeiro, whoever is not a drug addict is a gay or is a prostitute. But maybe some 2% of its population, perhaps a little more, are people previously in History considered "normal", ie people with dignity for being people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for sure if a fish is born and develops in a muddy river, it may be able to grow until old without the need for remedies/medicines and/or therapists. But if that same fish is born and develops in a river of crystalline waters, and upon reaching adolescence it moves to another river, although a sewage one, then certainty it will get sick as my Brazilian children got sick and I would had also gotten sick if staying there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Too bad because yesterday I found a pizzeria where pizzas are baked with firewood. At 7:30 pm I asked a delicious one that my 2 children and I ate together and happy even though he could not drink wine because the remedies he takes. It was not like 6 months ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teresópolis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ayer, a pesar de las súplicas de mi hija benjamín, me vine de São Paulo casi que huyendo. Me da la impresión de que en esa ciudad y tal vez en Río de Janeiro también, quien no es viciado en drogas entonces es homosexual o prostituto-a, aunque creo que todavía 2 % de su populación, quizás un poquito más, sea de personas consideradas  antiguamente “normales”, es decir, personas con dignidad de serlo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Con seguridad, si un pececito nace y se desarrolla en un rio de aguas turbias, puede que consiga llegar a viejo sin necesitar de remedios y/o terapeutas. Pero si ese pececito nace y se desarrolla en un rio de aguas cristalinas, y al llegar a la adolescencia se va a otro río, pero de aguas sucias, por cierto que se enfermará como se enfermaron mis hijitos brasileños y me enfermaría yo si me quedase allí.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Qué lástima porque ayer descubrí una pizzería que hornea las pizzas con leña. A la 7 y media de la noche pedí una deliciosísima que mis 2 hijitos y yo nos comimos reunidos y  alegres aunque  él no podía beber vino por los remedios que toma. No era así hace 6 meses.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3112338488250788798-6011608230015641666?l=fionadeshrek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fionadeshrek.blogspot.com/feeds/6011608230015641666/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3112338488250788798&amp;postID=6011608230015641666' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3112338488250788798/posts/default/6011608230015641666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3112338488250788798/posts/default/6011608230015641666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fionadeshrek.blogspot.com/2011/12/water-of-river-el-agua-del-rio.html' title='THE WATER OF THE RIVER / EL AGUA DEL RÍO'/><author><name>F.I.O.N.A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03838661132135290354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1P9lYXUt3z4/SKdDzwzEJ8I/AAAAAAAAALI/DgGPJP0N2no/S220/fiona.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0aXKq-LLk1c/Tt1Ig8f0ySI/AAAAAAAACqE/eGKUa90Obys/s72-c/the%2Bwater%2Bof%2Bthe%2Briver.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3112338488250788798.post-4789752230877393233</id><published>2011-12-02T17:01:00.004-02:00</published><updated>2011-12-05T06:32:59.316-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MEDICINA'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='EXCESOS'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PLACERES'/><title type='text'>FRUITS PARTY / LA FIESTA DE LAS FRUTAS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YiHdaQW86XU/TtyBKylYg-I/AAAAAAAACp4/tASn69FfKBg/s1600/2011%2B12103%2B%2Bteres%25C3%25B3polis%2B100.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YiHdaQW86XU/TtyBKylYg-I/AAAAAAAACp4/tASn69FfKBg/s400/2011%2B12103%2B%2Bteres%25C3%25B3polis%2B100.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682558852211966946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;São Paulo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Thursday my musician son turned 30 and celebrated with the biggest fruits party of all time. He spent more than U$ 600 in boxes and boxes of strawberries, pears, apples, mangoes, papaya, pineapple, watermelon, grapes, oranges, coconuts and bananas. It was enough fruit for 400 hungry and vegetarian diners, but being a weekday, having rained a lot (my poor youngest daughter got soaked) and in a such complicated address (once more I lost myself by these winding streets and this time a lady called Lucy helped me by ringing to my son who immediately went to pick me up)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I just had talked for almost an hour with Dr. Michael Yaari the psychiatrist at the Blue Mountain Association (he told me what my son had saying a lot of scientific names I did not understand and what I understood I forgot) and I was going to my son´s house when I found out I was lost because after much walking going up and down I arrived to the starting point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; As I waited in the Portuguese market snack bar, I took a wonderful orange juice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;São Paulo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ayer jueves mi hijito músico cumplió 30 años y lo conmemoró con la fiesta más frutal de todos los tiempos pues gastó más de 600 dólares en cajas y más cajas de fresas, peras, manzanas, mangos, lechozas, piñas, sandías, uvas, naranjas, cocos y cambures. Era suficiente fruta para unos 400 comensales hambrientos y vegetarianos, pero siendo día de semana, habiendo llovido bastante (mi pobre hija benjamín llegó empapada) y en una dirección tan complicada, tanto que de nuevo me perdí por estas calles tortuosas y esta vez una señora llamada Lucía me hizo el favor de socorrerme llamando por teléfono a mi hijo quien inmediatamente fue a buscarme...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yo acababa de hablar casi una hora con el Dr. Michael Yaari que es el psiquiatra del ambulatorio de la Asociación Monte Azul (él me dijo lo que mi hijo tenía con un montón de nombres científicos que yo no entendí y los que entendí olvidé) y me vine hacia la casa de mi hijo pero descubro que estoy perdida cuando después de mucho caminar, subir y bajar veo que regresé al punto de partida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mientras lo esperaba en la lanchería del mercado del portugués, me tomé un maravilloso jugo de naranja.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3112338488250788798-4789752230877393233?l=fionadeshrek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fionadeshrek.blogspot.com/feeds/4789752230877393233/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3112338488250788798&amp;postID=4789752230877393233' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3112338488250788798/posts/default/4789752230877393233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3112338488250788798/posts/default/4789752230877393233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fionadeshrek.blogspot.com/2011/12/fruits-party-la-fiesta-de-las-frutas.html' title='FRUITS PARTY / LA FIESTA DE LAS FRUTAS'/><author><name>F.I.O.N.A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03838661132135290354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1P9lYXUt3z4/SKdDzwzEJ8I/AAAAAAAAALI/DgGPJP0N2no/S220/fiona.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YiHdaQW86XU/TtyBKylYg-I/AAAAAAAACp4/tASn69FfKBg/s72-c/2011%2B12103%2B%2Bteres%25C3%25B3polis%2B100.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3112338488250788798.post-407522252814939272</id><published>2011-12-02T09:21:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2011-12-03T23:33:24.579-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dinero'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='estética'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='educación escolar'/><title type='text'>BRAZILANDIA NURSERY / GUARDERÍA DE BRASILANDIA</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-a4POji9Sdrs/TtrNWfWNpEI/AAAAAAAACps/BAmXvmaFJLo/s1600/2011%2B12103%2B%2Bteres%25C3%25B3polis%2B081.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-a4POji9Sdrs/TtrNWfWNpEI/AAAAAAAACps/BAmXvmaFJLo/s400/2011%2B12103%2B%2Bteres%25C3%25B3polis%2B081.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682079666136785986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;São Paulo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday Wednesday, 20 minutes late (because for 2 times we took the wrong train in the network of subway lines of this city), my youngest daughter and me arrived to our meeting with Denise Mazeto, a "person who makes", according to The Dragon Dreaming from John Croft, and not like me, who tanked at my stage of "person who dreams".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Then the 3 of us we went to catch a bus that took us to Brasilandia, a proletarian neighborhood where Denise managed to turn poor ugly house into a beautiful, modern nursery that houses 120 children from 3 months to 3 years who are vegetarian and even have yoga and meditation learning as well as poetry and performing arts whose teachers gave us a lift when leaving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; In the refectory we chatted while drinking orange juice jut made from real natural orange accompanied by some delicious crackers that were our lunch because when we arrived back home it was almost dinner time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Late at night we received many phone calls from friends alarmed with my musician son´s absence of financial reasoning, since he was spending what he did not had but was lended by them to him because up to now he had always been a very correct person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Säo Paulo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ayer mièrcoles, con 20 minutos de atraso  pues nos equivocamos 2 veces en la red de líneas del metro de esta ciudad, llegamos mi hija benjamín y yo a nuestro encuentro con Denise Mazeto, una Persona Realizadora, según  John Croft  (de El Sueño del Dragón), no como yo, que me estanqué en mi etapa de Persona Soñadora.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entonces nos fuimos las 3 a agarrar un autobús que nos llevó a Brasilandia, un barrio proletario donde ella consiguió transformar una casa cualquiera en una bella y moderna guardería que abriga 120 niños de 3 meses a 3 años que tienen alimentación vegetariana e incluso clases de yoga y meditación además de poesía y artes escénicas cuyos profesores nos dieron la cola de regreso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;En el refectorio estuvimos conversando mientras tomábamos jugo de naranja natural hecho allí mismo al momento acompañado de unas riquísimas galleticas integrales que fueron nuestro almuerzo pues cuando llegamos aquí de regreso ya era casi la hora de cenar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tarde en la noche recibimos muchas llamadas telefónicas  de amigos alarmados con la ausencia de raciocinio financiero de mi hijo músico que anda gastando lo que no tiene pero todos le prestan ya que siempre fue una persona correctísima.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3112338488250788798-407522252814939272?l=fionadeshrek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fionadeshrek.blogspot.com/feeds/407522252814939272/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3112338488250788798&amp;postID=407522252814939272' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3112338488250788798/posts/default/407522252814939272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3112338488250788798/posts/default/407522252814939272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fionadeshrek.blogspot.com/2011/12/brazilandia-nursery-guarderia-de.html' title='BRAZILANDIA NURSERY / GUARDERÍA DE BRASILANDIA'/><author><name>F.I.O.N.A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03838661132135290354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1P9lYXUt3z4/SKdDzwzEJ8I/AAAAAAAAALI/DgGPJP0N2no/S220/fiona.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-a4POji9Sdrs/TtrNWfWNpEI/AAAAAAAACps/BAmXvmaFJLo/s72-c/2011%2B12103%2B%2Bteres%25C3%25B3polis%2B081.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3112338488250788798.post-3005727421506030381</id><published>2011-11-30T07:21:00.007-02:00</published><updated>2011-12-02T17:57:06.328-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='AGRICULTURA BIODINÁMICA'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ARBORIZACIÓN'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gastronomía'/><title type='text'>WARWICK MANFRINATO</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jgIYaI3TAKU/Ttkp7Lu6bCI/AAAAAAAACpg/3WwnM3snvgY/s1600/warwick%2Bmanfrinato.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jgIYaI3TAKU/Ttkp7Lu6bCI/AAAAAAAACpg/3WwnM3snvgY/s400/warwick%2Bmanfrinato.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5681618501643168802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;São Paulo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walked out of my musician son's house at 7 am. I went through the Monte Azul slum in which bakery they make the best bread in Latin America made ​​from wheat grown bio-dynamically in Botucatu. I bought a 500 gr one just baked to take it to my youngest daughter whom I would meet at the exit of the subway "University City".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We walked to the Institute for Advanced Studies where it was already starting the seminar "Green Economy in Amazon: Challenges in the valuation of standing forests" which ended at 6 pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were about 50 people, and, although we did not pay anything, we were offered a first class buffet lunch, especially the eggplant and the chocolate cake. I was not hungry so much as wanting to rest my butt after 4 hours sitting listening to the speakers each one better than the other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our friend Warwick Manfrinado gave us a lift, so I gave him the bread I had bought in the morning for my daughter. He went on to Piracicaba and in the middle of the road he phoned me to thank for the wonderful bread he was eating because he was very hungry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Säo Paulo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Salí caminando de casa de mi hijo músico a las 7 de la mañana. Pasé por el barrio de chabolas Monte Azul en cuya panadería hacen el mejor pan de Latinoamérica fabricado con trigo cultivado bio-dinamicamente en Botucatú. Compré uno acabadito de hacer de 500 gr para llevárselo a mi hijita benjamín con quien me encontraría a la salida del metro “Ciudad Universitaria”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caminamos hacia el Instituto de Estudios Avanzados donde ya estaba comenzando el seminario “Economía Verde en Amazonas: desafíos en la valorización de la selva en pie” que terminó a las 6 de la tarde.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Éramos unas 50 personas que, aunque no pagamos nada, nos ofrecieron un almuerzo tipo bufé de primera categoría, sobre todo la berenjena y la torta de chocolate. Yo no estaba tanto con hambre como con ganas de descansar el trasero después de 4 horas sentada oyendo a los conferencistas cada uno mejor que el otro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De regreso nos dio la cola el amigo Warwick Manfrinato, a quien le regalé el pan que había comprado en la mañana. Él siguió para Piracicaba y del medio del camino me llamó por teléfono para agradecerme el maravilloso pan que se estaba comiendo pues tenía mucha hambre.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3112338488250788798-3005727421506030381?l=fionadeshrek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fionadeshrek.blogspot.com/feeds/3005727421506030381/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3112338488250788798&amp;postID=3005727421506030381' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3112338488250788798/posts/default/3005727421506030381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3112338488250788798/posts/default/3005727421506030381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fionadeshrek.blogspot.com/2011/11/warwick-manfrinato.html' title='WARWICK MANFRINATO'/><author><name>F.I.O.N.A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03838661132135290354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1P9lYXUt3z4/SKdDzwzEJ8I/AAAAAAAAALI/DgGPJP0N2no/S220/fiona.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jgIYaI3TAKU/Ttkp7Lu6bCI/AAAAAAAACpg/3WwnM3snvgY/s72-c/warwick%2Bmanfrinato.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3112338488250788798.post-7020956081788860781</id><published>2011-11-29T20:05:00.004-02:00</published><updated>2011-12-01T18:42:04.416-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SUEÑOS'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='religión'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='propósitos'/><title type='text'>WEDDING / BODA</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gmeXrkeLViA/TtflIt6bDMI/AAAAAAAACpU/W8xmHracUe0/s1600/casamento.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 241px; height: 209px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gmeXrkeLViA/TtflIt6bDMI/AAAAAAAACpU/W8xmHracUe0/s400/casamento.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5681261392877522114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;São Paulo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I went out from here, that is, my youngest daughter´s house in Lapa, at 11 am and arrived at Monte Azul ambulatory exactly at 2 pm when the doors were closing but I managed to talk to Meiry, Gil's sister who works there and she said it was impossible for the psychoanalyst Michel to assist me and to please come back on Thursday at 10 am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I went back to the Terminal João Dias where I grabbed a bus that stopped near the house where my musician son lives. I got off at the stop where the driver told me I was closer to my son´s but anyhow I got lost, again. When I got tired of spinning I phoned him and he came to pick me up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We arrived home at 4 pm when David, filmaker and his wife Nazareth, Spanish journalist, were finalizing of cooking a great lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We sat down to lunch (also Alison, my granddaughter´s uncle) and then my son told us that, if she accepted, he was going to get married to Renata Grazziani by the law and by the church with great celebrations, one in São Paulo, another in Sorocaba where her parents live, also in Teresópolis, in Victoria....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;São Paulo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ayer salí de aquí de casa de mi hija benjamín a las 11 de la mañana y llegué al ambulatorio de la Monte Azul exactamente a las 2 de la tarde cuando estaban cerrando las puertas pero conseguí hablar con Meiry la hermana de Gil quien trabaja allí y ella me dijo que era imposible que el psicoanalista Michel pudiese atenderme y que volviera el jueves a las 10 de la mañana. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entonces regresé al Terminal João Dias donde agarré un autobús que me dejó cerca de la casa donde vive mi hijo músico. Bajé en la parada que me indicó el chofer pero allí me perdí, de nuevo. Cuando me cansé de dar vueltas lo llamé por teléfono y él fue a buscarme. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Llegamos a su casa las 4 cuando David el cineasta y su mujer Nazareth, periodista española, estaban terminando de preparar un gran almuerzo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nos sentamos a almorzar (también  Álison, tío de mi nieta nordestina) y entonces mi hijo nos comunicó, si ella lo aceptaba, su próximo matrimonio con Renata Grazziani,  a todo trapo como Dios manda, y multi-celebrado: aquí en Säo Paulo, también en Sorocaba donde viven los padres de ella, en Teresópolis, Victoria, etc.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3112338488250788798-7020956081788860781?l=fionadeshrek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fionadeshrek.blogspot.com/feeds/7020956081788860781/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3112338488250788798&amp;postID=7020956081788860781' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3112338488250788798/posts/default/7020956081788860781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3112338488250788798/posts/default/7020956081788860781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fionadeshrek.blogspot.com/2011/11/wedding-boda.html' title='WEDDING / BODA'/><author><name>F.I.O.N.A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03838661132135290354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1P9lYXUt3z4/SKdDzwzEJ8I/AAAAAAAAALI/DgGPJP0N2no/S220/fiona.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gmeXrkeLViA/TtflIt6bDMI/AAAAAAAACpU/W8xmHracUe0/s72-c/casamento.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3112338488250788798.post-1351440738795907881</id><published>2011-11-28T07:19:00.008-02:00</published><updated>2011-11-30T17:55:20.861-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='oraciones'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='religión'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='píldoras de papel'/><title type='text'>FOR GOD´ S SAKE! / POR AMOR DE DIOS!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SNHiFkzx38c/TtaJGfD6aSI/AAAAAAAACpI/8oeEFLE8dqU/s1600/for%2BGod%25C2%25B4sake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 194px; height: 260px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SNHiFkzx38c/TtaJGfD6aSI/AAAAAAAACpI/8oeEFLE8dqU/s400/for%2BGod%25C2%25B4sake.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680878724484589858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;São Paulo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My youngest daughter did not want to accompany me, but as I claim that I did accompanied her to the "temple" or "salon" or "church" of her spiritualist religion where one lies on a high table and there the "priests" pass their hands over our bodies and give massages on our head and feet, something very tasty, then she agreed to go with me the 4 pm Mass (even though we arrived late)at the Monastery of rei Galvão´s mortal remains are buried and from where Severino and I took the rice-paper pills asking during 9 consecutive days asking for my musician son's return to the serene, peaceful, sweet and tender personality he always had since birth and for nearly 30 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was on the grave a young, elegant and very beautiful lady with great fervor asking what I thought it would be a child. Then came another woman pushing a wheelchair with another child who was screaming. Then I added to my prayers a request for forgiveness for being there asking for something so small compared to the pain of those women.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At night I talked on Skype with Shrek, so I went out of my sadness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;São Paulo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mi hijita benjamín no quería acompañarme, pero como yo reclamé diciendo que yo sí, la había acompañado a ella al “templo”, o “salón” , o “iglesia” de su religión espírita donde a uno lo acuestan en una camilla alta y allí le dan unos “pases” que son como unos masajes en la cabeza y los pies muy sabrosos, entonces ella fue aunque llegamos atrasadas a la misa de las 4 pm en el Monasterio de la Luz donde están enterrados los restos de San Frei Galvón de quien Severino y yo hicimos la novena de las píldoras de papel de arroz pidiendo el regreso definitivo de mi hijo músico a su personalidad serena, pacífica,  dulce y tierna que siempre tuvo desde que nació y durante casi 30 años. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Había allí una chica joven, elegante y muy bella pidiendo con gran fervor lo que me imaginé que sería un hijo. Después apareció otra mujer empujando una silla de ruedas con un niño que daba gritos. Entonces agregué a mis oraciones un pedido de perdón por estar allí pidiendo algo tan pequeño comparado con el dolor de aquellas mujeres.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;En la noche hablé por Skype con Shrek y salí de mi tristeza.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3112338488250788798-1351440738795907881?l=fionadeshrek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fionadeshrek.blogspot.com/feeds/1351440738795907881/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3112338488250788798&amp;postID=1351440738795907881' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3112338488250788798/posts/default/1351440738795907881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3112338488250788798/posts/default/1351440738795907881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fionadeshrek.blogspot.com/2011/11/for-god-s-sake-por-amor-de-dios.html' title='FOR GOD´ S SAKE! / POR AMOR DE DIOS!'/><author><name>F.I.O.N.A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03838661132135290354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1P9lYXUt3z4/SKdDzwzEJ8I/AAAAAAAAALI/DgGPJP0N2no/S220/fiona.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SNHiFkzx38c/TtaJGfD6aSI/AAAAAAAACpI/8oeEFLE8dqU/s72-c/for%2BGod%25C2%25B4sake.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3112338488250788798.post-223440833985875797</id><published>2011-11-27T09:32:00.004-02:00</published><updated>2011-11-29T21:16:17.322-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MEDICINA'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='COCHES'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='EXCESOS'/><title type='text'>FITNESS CENTER / ACADEMIA</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9eOuvTOCK3I/TtVkEMvYfcI/AAAAAAAACo8/DAhhtPlzNIU/s1600/fitness.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 275px; height: 183px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9eOuvTOCK3I/TtVkEMvYfcI/AAAAAAAACo8/DAhhtPlzNIU/s400/fitness.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680556528299965890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;São Paulo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was about 11am when they arrived here to my youngest daughter (where she, my Northeastern granddaughter and I had spent the night), my ex-daughter-in-law and my musician son, almost dead and barefoot. She left him here and went back away taking my granddaughter with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She told us that after several days and nights in a row without sleeping nor eating nor sitting nor lying down to rest, finally he had fallen struck by low blood pressure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recovered, he had phoned to ask her to take him to his sister´s where his daughter and his mother (me) were. So she did that in the red car of our good friend Gil that we have been using lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way he suffered a relapse, he arrived all wet because he had desperately taken a liter of water. He hugged me, hugged his daughter and fell on the bed where I had slept, and he slept right there, slept, slept almost 12 hours straight while I entered the room every 10 minutes to check if he was breathing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I accompanied my daughter to her fitness center where she practised gym during 40 minutes, we made a purchase of fruits and pork ribs and quickly returned home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;São Paulo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Serían como las 11 de la mañana cuando llegaron  aquí a casa de mi hija benjamín (donde ella, mi nieta nordestista y yo habíamos pasado la noche), mi ex-nuera y mi hijo músico, más muerto que vivo. Lo dejó aquí y se fue llevándose a mi nieta. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ella nos contó que después de varios días y noches seguidas sin dormir ni comer ni sentarse o acostarse para descansar, finalmente había caído como fulminado por una baja de tensión. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recuperado, él la había llamado por teléfono para pedirle que lo fuera a buscar porque quería estar con su hija y su mamá (yo) lo cual ella hizo en el carro rojo del gran amigo Gil que es el que él ha estado usando últimamente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;En el camino sufrió una nueva recaída, él llegó mojado porque había tomado desesperadamente un litro de agua. Me abrazó, abrazó a su hija y cayó de bruces sobre la dama donde yo había dormido, y allí mismo durmió, durmió, durmió casi 12 horas seguidas  mientras  yo entraba al cuarto a cada 10 minutos para chequear si estaba respirando.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acompañé a mi hija a su academia donde hizo 40 minutos de gimnasia, hicimos una compra de frutas y costilla porcina y regresamos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3112338488250788798-223440833985875797?l=fionadeshrek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fionadeshrek.blogspot.com/feeds/223440833985875797/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3112338488250788798&amp;postID=223440833985875797' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3112338488250788798/posts/default/223440833985875797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3112338488250788798/posts/default/223440833985875797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fionadeshrek.blogspot.com/2011/11/fitness-center-academia.html' title='FITNESS CENTER / ACADEMIA'/><author><name>F.I.O.N.A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03838661132135290354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1P9lYXUt3z4/SKdDzwzEJ8I/AAAAAAAAALI/DgGPJP0N2no/S220/fiona.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9eOuvTOCK3I/TtVkEMvYfcI/AAAAAAAACo8/DAhhtPlzNIU/s72-c/fitness.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3112338488250788798.post-7106923443454237510</id><published>2011-11-26T08:29:00.005-02:00</published><updated>2011-11-28T23:34:16.819-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ARTE culinária'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ARBORIZACIÓN'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='música'/><title type='text'>THE SHOW AT THE SIDEWALK / EL SHOW EN LA ACERA</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vw3HHyUc_LU/TtQ2D_8D4jI/AAAAAAAACow/g_nuLYsK3dE/s1600/el%2Bshow%2Ben%2Bla%2Bacera.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 281px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vw3HHyUc_LU/TtQ2D_8D4jI/AAAAAAAACow/g_nuLYsK3dE/s400/el%2Bshow%2Ben%2Bla%2Bacera.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680224472351892018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;São Paulo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a crazy adventure. Because of strange political-bureaucratic tangles, my musician son and his band were on the stage, testing the sound and lighting equipment and training, when they were informed by the "Decio de Almeida Prado" theater manager that the show would not go out and they should leave the theater.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most famous of the band, very angry, said it would not be cheap for the mayor of São Paulo, picked up his equipment went away. The rest of the band did the same. But my son with me and his daughter we stayed there waiting for the spectators until 9 pm to explain the situation and apologize because the show would not be carried out inside the theater but on the side of the street .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a wonderful thing. The night was beautiful, fresh, the street full of trees, my youngest daughter´s first ex-husband brought for us 2 kilos of delicious suchis, and when the show finished we took pictures, my granddaughter and I came to sleep at my youngest daughter and my musician son together with almost all his audience went to a party and we were all very happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;São Paulo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fue una locura, una aventura. Por extraños enmarañados político-burocráticos, ya mi hijo músico y su banda estaban en el palco, probando el equipo de sonido e iluminación y ensayando, cuando fueron informados por la dirección del teatro Décio de Almeida Prado que el show no se llevaría a cabo y debían abandonar el teatro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El más famoso de ellos, muy bravo, dijo que eso no le saldría barato a la alcaldía de São Paulo, guardó su equipo y se fue. El resto de la banda hizo lo mismo. Pero mi hijo, junto conmigo y su única hijita nos quedamos allí esperando que fuesen las 9 de la noche y llegase el público para explicarle la situación y pedirle disculpas porque el show no se llevaría a cabo dentro del teatro sino en la acera de la calle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y fue algo maravilloso. La noche estaba linda, fresca, la calle preciosamente arborizada, el primer ex marido de mi hija benjamín nos trajo 2 kilos de deliciosísimos suchis, tomamos fotos, mi nieta y yo vinimos a dormir a casa de mi hija benjamín y mi hijo músico y casi todo el público se fueron a seguir la parranda y todos fuimos muy felices.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3112338488250788798-7106923443454237510?l=fionadeshrek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fionadeshrek.blogspot.com/feeds/7106923443454237510/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3112338488250788798&amp;postID=7106923443454237510' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3112338488250788798/posts/default/7106923443454237510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3112338488250788798/posts/default/7106923443454237510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fionadeshrek.blogspot.com/2011/11/show-at-sidewalk-el-show-en-la-acera.html' title='THE SHOW AT THE SIDEWALK / EL SHOW EN LA ACERA'/><author><name>F.I.O.N.A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03838661132135290354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1P9lYXUt3z4/SKdDzwzEJ8I/AAAAAAAAALI/DgGPJP0N2no/S220/fiona.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vw3HHyUc_LU/TtQ2D_8D4jI/AAAAAAAACow/g_nuLYsK3dE/s72-c/el%2Bshow%2Ben%2Bla%2Bacera.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3112338488250788798.post-8145644846455418260</id><published>2011-11-25T08:06:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2011-11-27T20:59:50.323-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='limpieza'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='libros'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='música'/><title type='text'>WASHING CLOTHES BY HAND / LAVANDO ROPA A MANO</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-l48LWVgDbSU/TtK7uhIYmzI/AAAAAAAACok/bqR2-UJUFp4/s1600/L%2BA%2BV%2BA%2BN%2BD%2BO%2B%2B%2B%2BR%2BO%2BP%2BA%2B%2B%2B%2BA%2B%2B%2B%2BM%2BA%2BN%2BO.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 238px; height: 211px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-l48LWVgDbSU/TtK7uhIYmzI/AAAAAAAACok/bqR2-UJUFp4/s400/L%2BA%2BV%2BA%2BN%2BD%2BO%2B%2B%2B%2BR%2BO%2BP%2BA%2B%2B%2B%2BA%2B%2B%2B%2BM%2BA%2BN%2BO.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679808487909530418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;São Paulo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OUCH! Thank God, now there are only missing 7 days and a half of this relentlessly continued shaking that life is here in São Paulo in the company of my musician son and my Northeastern granddaughter.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I washed all his underclothes by hand. I'm still tired despite having slept very well. For all that I still need to wash, I just want to mourn, although I did not do it for that reason. I cried because I missed from him in this neighborhood of winding streets after we left, walking, very early (he had not slept all night) to drink sugarcane juice and Azai (Euterpe oleracea).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I finally got home (having bought the soap powder for washing clothes), thinking that he was already there sleeping, but he was absent, I assumed he was looking for me and I had no way to communicate with his ex-wife whose house we had left together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was great to have gone to her house since, looking for my book of the complete works of the Beatles in score I also found one that I brought to read along with Sherk who never in his life yet read any book: "&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Alface Oculta&lt;/span&gt;" (Hidden Lettuce) from our friend Zé do Rock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;São Paulo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¡AY! Gracias a Dios, ahora solamente faltan 7 días y medio de este agite constante sin tregua que es São Paulo en compañía de mi hijo músico y mi nieta nordestina.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Ayer lavé a mano toda su ropa interior. Todavía estoy cansada a pesar de haber dormido muy bien. Por todo lo que falta por lavar dan ganas de llorar, pero no fue por eso que ayer lloré sino porque me perdí de él en este barrio de calles tortuosas, después de que salimos, tempranísimo (él no había dormido en toda la noche), a tomar jugo de caña y azaí (Euterpe oleracea).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuando finalmente llegué en casa (habiendo comprado el jabón en polvo para lavar la ropa), pensando que él había llegado a dormir y dándome cuenta que estaba ausente, supuse que andaba buscándome y no tenía cómo comunicarme con su ex –mujer de cuya casa habíamos salido juntos. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fue muy bueno haber ido a casa de ella pues buscando mi libro de la obra completa de los Beatles en partitura también encontré otro que me traje para leerlo junto con Sherk quien nunca en toda su vida ha leído todavía ningún libro: “Alface Oculta” (Lechuga Oculta) de nuestro amigo Zé do Rock.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3112338488250788798-8145644846455418260?l=fionadeshrek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fionadeshrek.blogspot.com/feeds/8145644846455418260/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3112338488250788798&amp;postID=8145644846455418260' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3112338488250788798/posts/default/8145644846455418260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3112338488250788798/posts/default/8145644846455418260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fionadeshrek.blogspot.com/2011/11/washing-clothes-by-hand-lavando-ropa.html' title='WASHING CLOTHES BY HAND / LAVANDO ROPA A MANO'/><author><name>F.I.O.N.A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03838661132135290354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1P9lYXUt3z4/SKdDzwzEJ8I/AAAAAAAAALI/DgGPJP0N2no/S220/fiona.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-l48LWVgDbSU/TtK7uhIYmzI/AAAAAAAACok/bqR2-UJUFp4/s72-c/L%2BA%2BV%2BA%2BN%2BD%2BO%2B%2B%2B%2BR%2BO%2BP%2BA%2B%2B%2B%2BA%2B%2B%2B%2BM%2BA%2BN%2BO.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3112338488250788798.post-7135611132752630548</id><published>2011-11-24T12:23:00.004-02:00</published><updated>2011-11-26T20:50:17.783-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='limpieza'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='EXCESOS'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LIBERTAD FEMENINA'/><title type='text'>DAILY COCONUT WATER / AGUA DE COCO DIARIAMENTE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tEgH3Tim2gU/TtFsDxjesOI/AAAAAAAACoY/nGgaJthV6yI/s1600/DSCN4403.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tEgH3Tim2gU/TtFsDxjesOI/AAAAAAAACoY/nGgaJthV6yI/s400/DSCN4403.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679439417188462818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;São Paulo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God! Would I be able to resist 8 days more here? Of course I'm not sleeping with my goose feather pillow but a NASA one, that is the American agency responsible for research and development of space technology, so that my head sunk into that pillow gets to travel through the stars dreaming deeply and without snoring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And also, there is nobody like Shrek giving me orders,constantly throwing me one after another since he comes out of the bed until he goes to sleep, so I'm fine and I'm happy for yesterday my musician son even brought me coconuts so that I do not feel lack of anything that I have at home, not even my daily coconut water, plus he walks with me talking in place of my therapist, neighbor and best friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I am distressed, my son does not sleep, does not eat, tomorrow is his first show of a series of 4 and all his clothes are dirty ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this great and beautiful house there are other people living: David and Nazareth (she arrived yesterday from Madrid) and Alison, my son´s brother-in-law and Internet here is great. My son loves São Paulo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;São Paulo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¡Dios mío! ¿Será que podré aguantarme aquí 8 días más? Claro que no estoy durmiendo con mi almohada de pluma de pecho de ganso sino con una de la NASA, la agencia americana responsable por la investigación y desarrollo de tecnología espacial, de manera que mi cabeza al hundirse en esa almohada consigue viajar por las estrellas soñando profundamente y sin roncar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y aquí no está Shrek dándome órdenes constantemente y echándome bollos uno tras otro desde que sale de la cama hasta que se va a dormir….y aquí también estoy bien y soy feliz pues mi hijito músico incluso me trajo ayer  cocos para que yo no sienta falta de nada de lo que tengo en casa, ni siquiera mi agua de coco diaria, además de que él camina conmigo conversando en substitución de mi psicoterapeuta, vecina y mejor amiga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero me siento angustiada, mi hijito no duerme, no come, mañana es su primer show de una serie de 4 y toda su ropa está sucia….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;En esta gran y bella casa hay otras personas viviendo: David y Nazareth (ella llegó ayer de Madrid) y Álison, cuñado de mi hijo. La Internet es magnífica. Mi hijo adora São Paulo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3112338488250788798-7135611132752630548?l=fionadeshrek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fionadeshrek.blogspot.com/feeds/7135611132752630548/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3112338488250788798&amp;postID=7135611132752630548' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3112338488250788798/posts/default/7135611132752630548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3112338488250788798/posts/default/7135611132752630548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fionadeshrek.blogspot.com/2011/11/daily-coconut-water-agua-de-coco.html' title='DAILY COCONUT WATER / AGUA DE COCO DIARIAMENTE'/><author><name>F.I.O.N.A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03838661132135290354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1P9lYXUt3z4/SKdDzwzEJ8I/AAAAAAAAALI/DgGPJP0N2no/S220/fiona.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tEgH3Tim2gU/TtFsDxjesOI/AAAAAAAACoY/nGgaJthV6yI/s72-c/DSCN4403.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3112338488250788798.post-3943093062467887162</id><published>2011-11-23T11:22:00.007-02:00</published><updated>2011-11-26T08:28:51.149-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='estética'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='VIAJES'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PELÍCULAS'/><title type='text'>BELOVED VW BEETLE / AMADO ESCARABAJO VW</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AxwQDqlX174/TtC-lLbJv1I/AAAAAAAACoM/iQLim2erE4w/s1600/beloved%2Bvw%2Bbeetle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 234px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AxwQDqlX174/TtC-lLbJv1I/AAAAAAAACoM/iQLim2erE4w/s400/beloved%2Bvw%2Bbeetle.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679248676045307730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;São Paulo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night I slept at my youngest daughter. Her 3 black cats were walking all night above us until she got up and gave them their cat food. As we had eaten dinner with pizza and lots of wine, their footsteps did not prevent me from sleeping wonderfully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got up around 7 and shortly after arrived John Lennon II with bread and coffee for us to take breakfast together. He works with political marketing. It was to sit and listen to him with your mouth open for hours but he had to catch a flight to Teresina, capital of the northeastern state of Piaui. Then I called my musician son who immediately went to get me and brought me home where I write this now. Compared to the house where he was living last year, this is beautiful, spacious and it is in perfect state of cleanliness and organization.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At night, meeting with the other guy (David filmmaker with several film festivals trophies) that shares the house with him, we talked until 2 am about everything and especially about his car trips through South America. He praised the VW Beetles!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;São Paulo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Antenoche dormí en casa de mi hija benjamín y sus 3 gatos negros que estuvieron toda la noche caminando por encima de nosotras hasta que ella se levantó y les dio su gatarina. Como habíamos cenado con pizza y mucho vino, sus pisadas no me impidieron de dormir maravillosamente bien.&lt;br /&gt;Nos levantamos como a las 7 y poco después llegó John Lennon II con pan y café para que desayunásemos juntos. Él trabaja  con márquetin político. Era para sentarse a escucharlo con la boca abierta horas y horas pero como al mediodía se fue a agarrar un vuelo para Teresina, capital del estado nordestino de Piauí. Entonces llamé a mi hijo músico quien inmediatamente fue a buscarme y me trajo a su casa donde escribo esto ahora. En comparación con la casa donde vivía antes, ésta es preciosa, espaciosa y se encuentra en perfecto estado de limpieza y organización. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;En la noche, reunidos con el otro chico (David cineasta con varios trofeos de festivales de cine) que comparte la casa con él, estuvimos conversando de todo un poco y especialmente sobre sus viajes en coche por el sur de Sudamérica, hasta las 2 de la madrugada. ¡Elogió los escarabajos VW!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3112338488250788798-3943093062467887162?l=fionadeshrek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fionadeshrek.blogspot.com/feeds/3943093062467887162/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3112338488250788798&amp;postID=3943093062467887162' title='0 comentarios'/><link 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/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;São Paulo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a rather uncomfortable night despite the 500 ml of Casillero del Diablo Chilean wine I had drunk (just after the bus started our trip from Teresópolis) along with a minced raw garlic (lost in the melted cheese and likewise of very strong smell that I thought the other almost 50 passengers noticed)sandwich, we arrived n São Paulo at 6 in the morning and I at 7 to my youngest daughter where everyone slept.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met the new guest of the other room,a boy from Minas Gerais, 18, too pretty for my taste, named Yuri (I had a dog named Gagarin when I lived in Venezuela) and 2 other friends of her: one from Rio de Janeiro and another from Bahia, this one a hairdresser, sleeping in one of the 3 sofas of this huge hall, but now they had already gone, thank goodness because they are really good at heart but their sexual abnormality turns my stomach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had breakfast and the rest of the day I was doing what Shrek had predicted: in front of the sink, washing dishes and plates, nearly 100 vessels, about 1000 pieces of cultlery, dozens of pots and pans and when I finished there I put a WARNING: NOT EVEN FOR A FRACTION OF A MINUTE, PLEASE, KEEP OVER THE KITCHEN OR OVER THE DISHWASHER, ANYTHING, DIRTY OR CLEAN".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;São Paulo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Después de una noche bastante incómoda a pesar de los 500 ml de vino chileno Casillero del Diablo que había bebido (poco después de que el autobús arrancó de Teresópolis) junto con un sándwich de ajo crudo picadito y perdido dentro del queso derretido y así mismo de olor fortísimo que me pareció que los otros casi 50 pasajeros notaron, llegamos bien a São Paulo a las 6 de la mañana y yo a las 7 a casa de mi hijita benjamín donde todos dormían.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conocí el nuevo huésped del otro cuarto, un chico de Minas Gerais de 18 años, demasiado bonito para mi gusto, llamado Iuri (tuve un perro llamado Gagarín cuando vivía en Venezuela) y otros 2 amigos de ella, uno carioca y otro bahiano y peluquero durmiendo en uno de los 3 sofás de esta enorme sala, y que ya se fueron, menos mal pobrecitos porque son personas buenísimas de corazón pero su anormalidad sexual me revuelve el estómago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desayunamos y estuve el resto del día haciendo lo que Shrek había pronosticado: frente al lavaplatos lavando  platos y más platos, casi 100 vasos, unos 1000 cubiertos, decenas de ollas y sartenes y cuando terminé coloqué allí un AVISO: NI POR UN MINUTO, POR FAVOR, DEJE ENCIMA DEL LAVAPLATOS O LA COCINA CUALQUIER COSA QUE SEA, SUCIA O LIMPIA&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3112338488250788798-2319897069557797197?l=fionadeshrek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 244px; height: 219px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1nfHzzLGfB8/Ts0BlJ5W8II/AAAAAAAACn0/SXtgp20D43k/s400/invitation.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5678196443007348866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teresópolis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Sunday 20th we got up very happy in time to see the best Brazilian television program (in our view) that is "Globo Rural". Then we connected our telephones (a fix one and 2 mobile phones) that we left off, as always, before going to sleep. Immediately the 3 of them rang at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I attended the fix one, Shrek his cell phone while disconnecting my cell phone and it was his family from Rio to invite us for the funeral of my sister-in-law  Antonia who had died shortly after our phones disconnected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We decided to leave in the beetle, the only way to return in time to pick up my bus to São Paulo for which I had already bought a very expensive ticket but… when we saw its left front tire, it needed to be changed. As the spare one was also flat, Shrek went alone to Rio and I stayed home but I had to go out to buy bread and wine for Shrek since he would return late from Rio. I also went to walk with my neighbor and best friend who got even more sad that I when she knew about Antonia´s end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teresópolis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ayer domingo 20 nos levantamos alegres, felices y contentos a tiempo de ver el mejor programa de la televisión brasileña (a nuestro ver) que es “Globo Rural”, conectamos  nuestros teléfonos (un fijo y 2 celulares) que habíamos  desconectado, como siempre, antes de irnos a dormir, e inmediatamente tocaron los 3 a la vez. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yo atendí el fijo, Shrek el celular de él mientras desconectaba el celular mío, y era su familia de Rio llamándonos para el entierro de Antonia mi cuñada  que había muerto  poco después de que desconectamos nuestros teléfonos. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Decidimos irnos en el escarabajo, única manera de regresar a tiempo de yo no perder mi autobús a São Paulo cuyo pasaje ya había comprado y bien caro, cuando vimos que el caucho izquerdo de la frente estaba espichado. Como el repuesto también lo está, y yo no había hecho la maleta, Shrek fue solo y me quedé en casa aunque tuve que salir a comprarle vino y pan a Shrek de manera que cuando regresase tarde de Río por lo menos hubiese eso y también salí a caminar con mi vecina y mejor amiga quien se puso hasta más triste que yo misma pues le gustaba mucho Antonia.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3112338488250788798-6383021333498925079?l=fionadeshrek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fionadeshrek.blogspot.com/feeds/6383021333498925079/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3112338488250788798&amp;postID=6383021333498925079' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3112338488250788798/posts/default/6383021333498925079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3112338488250788798/posts/default/6383021333498925079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fionadeshrek.blogspot.com/2011/11/invitation-invitacion.html' title='INVITATION / INVITACIÓN'/><author><name>F.I.O.N.A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03838661132135290354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1P9lYXUt3z4/SKdDzwzEJ8I/AAAAAAAAALI/DgGPJP0N2no/S220/fiona.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1nfHzzLGfB8/Ts0BlJ5W8II/AAAAAAAACn0/SXtgp20D43k/s72-c/invitation.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3112338488250788798.post-595344664509860754</id><published>2011-11-20T14:01:00.005-02:00</published><updated>2011-11-22T21:09:15.637-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nordeste brasileño'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='música'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='religión'/><title type='text'>A LIFT PLEASE ! / UNA COLITA POR FAVOR!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sz4Kp0Ru0tY/TswqetKf4gI/AAAAAAAACno/WxhZfZ94glo/s1600/carona.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 374px; height: 250px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sz4Kp0Ru0tY/TswqetKf4gI/AAAAAAAACno/WxhZfZ94glo/s400/carona.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677959937215422978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teresopolis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just yesterday, that I wanted to arrive early to church to ask the parish priest a letter of recommendation for the bishop of the Diocese of Patos, we missed the bus. As we were not going to buy anything heavy, we did not need to heat our Planet Eath going in our beetle. But God is great and it was much better what happened to us since André, Mrs. Rita Cane Juice's son passed and gave us a lift to the church speaking in Spanish. I sang the bolero "The door closed behind you&lt;br /&gt;And never again you appeared... " and he sang us another bolero which I did not understand a single word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the church I looked for a man whom I always saw him there for over 26 years and nevertheless I do not know his name but he was not there, so I was attended by his daughter who introduced me to a very serious young man named Clever, friendly and handsome, who took all our data and to whom I said, among other things, that my husband was born in Paraíba (Northeast Brazilian state) and now he wanted to go to die where he was born. Poor Shrek, what a lie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teresópolis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Justamente ayer, que yo quería llegar temprano a la iglesia para pedirle al párroco una carta de recomendación para el obispo de la Diócesis de Patos, perdimos el autobús. Como no íbamos a comprar nada pesado no necesitábamos calentar el Planeta yendo en nuestro escarabajo. Pero Dios es grande y fue mucho mejor lo que nos sucedió pues pasó André el hijo de Doña Rita Jugo de Caña y nos dio la cola hasta la iglesia hablando en su español; yo le canté el bolero “La puerta se cerró detrás de ti&lt;br /&gt;Y nunca más volviste a aparecer …” y él nos cantó otro bolero del cual no entendí ni una única palabra. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;En la iglesia pregunté por un señor que veo siempre allí desde hace más de 26 años que no sé cómo se llama pero él no había ido, entonces me atendió su hija que me pasó para un chico llamado Clever muy serio, muy amable y muy guapo, quien tomó todos nuestros datos y a quien le dije, entre otras cosas, que mi marido había nacido en Paraíba (un estado brasileño del Nordeste) y ahora quería ir a morir donde había nacido. Pobre Shrek, ¡Qué gran mentira!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3112338488250788798-595344664509860754?l=fionadeshrek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fionadeshrek.blogspot.com/feeds/595344664509860754/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3112338488250788798&amp;postID=595344664509860754' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3112338488250788798/posts/default/595344664509860754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3112338488250788798/posts/default/595344664509860754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fionadeshrek.blogspot.com/2011/11/lift-please-una-colita-por-favor.html' title='A LIFT PLEASE ! / UNA COLITA POR FAVOR!'/><author><name>F.I.O.N.A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03838661132135290354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1P9lYXUt3z4/SKdDzwzEJ8I/AAAAAAAAALI/DgGPJP0N2no/S220/fiona.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sz4Kp0Ru0tY/TswqetKf4gI/AAAAAAAACno/WxhZfZ94glo/s72-c/carona.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3112338488250788798.post-3013794802822996673</id><published>2011-11-19T11:37:00.006-02:00</published><updated>2011-11-21T17:25:29.237-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dinero'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ARBORIZACIÓN'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='COCHES'/><title type='text'>MONEY FOR BELLY / DINERO PARA LA BARRIGA</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-djYQAtTqQBM/TsqjpXFMbiI/AAAAAAAACnc/U24iQlMA5Os/s1600/money%2Bfor%2Bbelly.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 312px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-djYQAtTqQBM/TsqjpXFMbiI/AAAAAAAACnc/U24iQlMA5Os/s400/money%2Bfor%2Bbelly.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677530211219697186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teresopolis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the most wonderful thing that happened to us yesterday it was to discover we had (Shrek had), stored at Banco Santander (after several months without knowing it since he broke his card annoyed because I grabbed it to use it), nearly BR$ 300 ($ 200) so we had the luxury of buying a Casillero del Diablo bottle of wine for dinner but last night I complained about having to make for him a salad and a sandwich just like mine and then he got angry(he spoke to me again just a little while ago, now at 11 am) ... so the Casillero del Diablo was left unopened yesterday.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;In the early morning we transplanted a bamboo sapling to the fence although I wish it would not be just one but 100, because it makes a good curtain against wind while wind uprootes pine trees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went downtown on our beloved little old blue beetle just to unlock the new Santander card because I'm going to São Paulo for approximately 12 days and Shrek, in my absence, needs to eat and drink for the 2 of us... and money for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teresósolis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Creo que lo más maravilloso que nos sucedió ayer a Shrek y a mí fue descubrir que teníamos (él), guardados en el Banco Santander desde hace varios meses cuando quebró su tarjeta fastidiado porque yo se la agarraba para usarla, casi 300 reales (200 dólares) por lo que nos dimos el lujo de comprar un Casillero del Diablo para la cena aunque anoche me quejé de tener que hacerle a él una ensalada y un sándwich como el mío y entonces se puso furioso y solamente me volvió a hablar hace ratico (ahora son las 11 am)… por lo que el Casillero del Diablo se quedó sin abrir por ayer.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;En la mañana temprano trasplantamos un bambú más a la cerca aunque me hubiese gustado que no fuese apenas uno sino 100, ya que hace una  buena cortina contra el viento mientras que a los pinitos el viento los arranca de raíz. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuimos al centro de  la ciudad en nuestro amado aunque viejito escarabajo azul apenas para desbloquear la nueva tarjeta del Santander pues como mañana me voy a São Paulo por aproximadamente 12 días Shrek, en mi ausencia, necesita comer y beber por nosotros 2 y dinero para eso.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3112338488250788798-3013794802822996673?l=fionadeshrek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fionadeshrek.blogspot.com/feeds/3013794802822996673/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3112338488250788798&amp;postID=3013794802822996673' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3112338488250788798/posts/default/3013794802822996673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3112338488250788798/posts/default/3013794802822996673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fionadeshrek.blogspot.com/2011/11/teresopolis-i-think-most-wonderful.html' title='MONEY FOR BELLY / DINERO PARA LA BARRIGA'/><author><name>F.I.O.N.A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03838661132135290354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1P9lYXUt3z4/SKdDzwzEJ8I/AAAAAAAAALI/DgGPJP0N2no/S220/fiona.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-djYQAtTqQBM/TsqjpXFMbiI/AAAAAAAACnc/U24iQlMA5Os/s72-c/money%2Bfor%2Bbelly.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3112338488250788798.post-737590971873013155</id><published>2011-11-18T11:44:00.005-02:00</published><updated>2011-11-20T20:13:09.139-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='historia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='política venezolana'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LONGEVIDAD'/><title type='text'>FRANCISCO DE MIRANDA</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_2AQ3_LUr0I/TskgXOCpCTI/AAAAAAAACnQ/xpXHMSe1fjI/s1600/Francisco%2Bde%2BMiranda%2B.tif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_2AQ3_LUr0I/TskgXOCpCTI/AAAAAAAACnQ/xpXHMSe1fjI/s400/Francisco%2Bde%2BMiranda%2B.tif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677104388555475250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teresopolis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I did not leave home even to walk with my neighbor and best friend since it drizzled all day. So I thought  a lot about "The Truths of Life" as my musician son says and started to prepare the "Story of My Trivial Life".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent the spring, the summer, the fall and now I'm spending and enjoying the winter of my life. But to begin with the story I must tell that one of my father and that one of my mother. And to tell their stories I would have to start with my 4 grandparents´ of which I only came to know only one of them, and his mother, that is, my grandmother, born and raised in Merida (Venezuela), from where she fled to Táriba passionately in love with a handsome Italian immigrant who was refused by her family, proud of their relationship with Francisco de Miranda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she became a widow she already had 11 children. She had to  replaced the deceased who was a baker. The first and only time I saw her (in 1955) she was 100 years old. She was lucid, sitting in a rocking chair embroidering a cloth, threading a needle without glasses, breakfasting every day with an egg from her own hens placed in the courtyard of her house that occupied a whole block.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teresópolis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ayer no salí de casa ni siquiera para caminar con mi vecina y mejor amiga pues lloviznó todo el día. Entonces pude pensar mucho sobre  “Las Verdades de la Vida” de que habla mi hijo músico y preparar la “Historia de mi Vidita”.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Pasé mi primavera, pasé mi verano, pasé mi otoño y ahora estoy pasando y disfrutando el invierno de mi vida. Pero para contármela tengo que comenzar por la historia de mi padre y de mi madre. Y para contar la de ellos tendría que comenzar por la de mis 4 abuelos de los cuales solamente llegué a conocer uno y la madre de éste, mi bisabuela, nacida y criada en Mérida de donde huyó a Táriba enamorada apasionadamente de un apuesto inmigrante italiano que su orgullosa familia, pariente de Francisco de Miranda, rechazó.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Quedó viuda con 11 hijos. Substituyó al difunto que era  panadero. La primera y única vez que la vi (en 1955) tenía 100 años. Estaba lúcida, sentada en una mecedora, bordando un paño, sin anteojos enhebraba la aguja, desayunaba todos los días con un huevo de sus gallinas, puesto en el patio de su casa que ocupaba una manzana entera.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3112338488250788798-737590971873013155?l=fionadeshrek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fionadeshrek.blogspot.com/feeds/737590971873013155/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3112338488250788798&amp;postID=737590971873013155' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3112338488250788798/posts/default/737590971873013155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3112338488250788798/posts/default/737590971873013155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fionadeshrek.blogspot.com/2011/11/francisco-de-miranda.html' title='FRANCISCO DE MIRANDA'/><author><name>F.I.O.N.A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03838661132135290354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1P9lYXUt3z4/SKdDzwzEJ8I/AAAAAAAAALI/DgGPJP0N2no/S220/fiona.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_2AQ3_LUr0I/TskgXOCpCTI/AAAAAAAACnQ/xpXHMSe1fjI/s72-c/Francisco%2Bde%2BMiranda%2B.tif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3112338488250788798.post-9165226697171216058</id><published>2011-11-17T12:14:00.004-02:00</published><updated>2011-11-19T20:25:40.411-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='combates'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='estética'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='VIAJES'/><title type='text'>COLONIA TOVAR</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BXrOLJf0ma8/Tsgsefl9ftI/AAAAAAAACnE/EUDxN8-m5PM/s1600/colonia%2Btovar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 259px; height: 194px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BXrOLJf0ma8/Tsgsefl9ftI/AAAAAAAACnE/EUDxN8-m5PM/s400/colonia%2Btovar.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676836232688926418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teresópolis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although I lost a good stretch of the soap opera Fina Estampa and suddenly, when our conversation began to get interesting, the call cut, the best thing that happened yesterday to me was to talk with my eldest son who rang me from Venezuela where he lives at Colonia Tovar, a beautiful place where I think I would be happy to live when and if I become an old lady.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But everything else that happened to me during the rest of the day was also very good, like talking to my Danish friend (via Skype), whom I called to ask the address of her first ex-husband who lives in Fortaleza, the city most liked, precisely, by my oldest son when he was 12 years old and we traveled by land the whole of Brazil except Manaus-Santarem that we did by river and Santarem-Belem by air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Down town Shrek accompanied me, -making a face of warrior ready for combat-, to my interview with my accountant who gave me the document I mailed to Fortaleza. We were also very happy to spend all that Sumicity had deposited, buying a lot of things we needed (even my ticket to Sao Paulo on Sunday) and paying what we owed (just energy).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teresópolis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aunque perdí un buen trecho de la novela Fina Estampa y de repente, -cuando nuestra conversación empezaba a ponerse interesante-, se cortó la llamada, lo mejor que me sucedió ayer fue hablar por teléfono con mi hijito mayor, el único que vive en Venezuela, en la Colonia Tovar, donde creo que me daría mucho gusto vivir cuando sea viejita.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Pero todo lo demás que me sucedió durante el resto del día también fue muy bueno, como hablar con mi amiga dinamarquesa por Skype, a quien llamé para pedirle la dirección de su primer ex-marido que vive en Fortaleza, la ciudad que más le gustó a, justamente, mi hijo mayor cuando  tenía 12 años y conocimos todo Brasil por tierra excepto el trayecto Manaus-Santarém que lo hicimos por vía fluvial y Santarém-Belém por vía aérea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;En la ciudad Shrek me acompañó, -con una cara que diese miedo-, a mi entrevista con mi contador quien me dio el documento que envié por correo a Fortaleza. También fuimos muy felices gastando todo lo que Sumicity nos acababa de depositar comprando un montón de cosas que necesitábamos (incluso mi pasaje a São Paulo el domingo) y pagando lo que debíamos (solamente la luz).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3112338488250788798-9165226697171216058?l=fionadeshrek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fionadeshrek.blogspot.com/feeds/9165226697171216058/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3112338488250788798&amp;postID=9165226697171216058' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3112338488250788798/posts/default/9165226697171216058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3112338488250788798/posts/default/9165226697171216058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fionadeshrek.blogspot.com/2011/11/colonia-tovar.html' title='COLONIA TOVAR'/><author><name>F.I.O.N.A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03838661132135290354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1P9lYXUt3z4/SKdDzwzEJ8I/AAAAAAAAALI/DgGPJP0N2no/S220/fiona.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BXrOLJf0ma8/Tsgsefl9ftI/AAAAAAAACnE/EUDxN8-m5PM/s72-c/colonia%2Btovar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3112338488250788798.post-5370993984520308977</id><published>2011-11-16T06:03:00.004-02:00</published><updated>2011-11-18T19:11:14.615-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='VIAJES'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='COCHES'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='religión'/><title type='text'>BIG NEW CAR /</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ex8_Jeq9rSE/TsbJKqLzsgI/AAAAAAAACm4/rO-nOYIuduM/s1600/2011%2B11%2B13%2Bteres%25C3%25B3polis%2B017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ex8_Jeq9rSE/TsbJKqLzsgI/AAAAAAAACm4/rO-nOYIuduM/s400/2011%2B11%2B13%2Bteres%25C3%25B3polis%2B017.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676445565306778114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teresopolis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday here in Brazil, as every November 15th, we had the national holiday of the Proclamation of the Republic or, rather, the Proclamation of corruption, as since then it started to be corroded honesty and justice within government.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's what I secretly think because despite having lived here almost 30 years I´m still a Venezuelan citizen and therefore not entitled to have any opinion about politics, although government corruption seems to be global and not just typically Latin American.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The truth is that the day was calm indoors and turbulent outside the door. Strong and cold wind and overcast skies kept us indoors straightening tilted pictures, sweeping, changing bed linen and even praying for the recovery of the health of my sister-in-law Antonia and the right mind of my musician son although for many people (especially my Japanese friend with whom I walk every day and also yesterday) the state of my own mind leaves much to be desired, particularly the  "crazy" idea of going to Venezuela in a little old car, thinking (as I think and say) that I´m 32 years old, which is how I feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teresópolis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ayer aquí en Brasil, como todo 15 de Noviembre, fue un día de fiesta nacional, la de La Proclamación de La República o, mejor dicho, de la corrupción, corroída como quedó la honestidad y la justicia gubernamentales.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Eso es lo que pienso así por encimita pues a pesar de tener viviendo aquí casi 30 años continúo oficialmente siendo venezolana y por lo tanto sin derecho a opinar sobre política, pero eso de la corrupción gubernamental parece que es global y no apenas típicamente latinoamericano.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lo cierto es que el día fue tranquilo dentro de casa y turbulento de la puerta para fuera. El viento fuerte y frío y el cielo nublado nos mantuvieron a puertas cerradas enderezando cuadros ladeados, barriendo, cambiando sábanas y fundas y hasta rezando por la recuperación de la salud de mi cuñada Antonia y el juicio de mi hijo músico aunque para muchas personas (especialmente mi amiga japonesa con quien camino todos los días y también ayer) mi propio juicio deja mucho más a desear, sobre todo por esa idea “loca” de ir a Venezuela en un cochecito viejo, pensando (como pienso y digo) que tengo 32 años de edad, que es como me siento.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3112338488250788798-5370993984520308977?l=fionadeshrek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fionadeshrek.blogspot.com/feeds/5370993984520308977/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3112338488250788798&amp;postID=5370993984520308977' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3112338488250788798/posts/default/5370993984520308977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3112338488250788798/posts/default/5370993984520308977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fionadeshrek.blogspot.com/2011/11/big-new-car.html' title='BIG NEW CAR /'/><author><name>F.I.O.N.A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03838661132135290354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1P9lYXUt3z4/SKdDzwzEJ8I/AAAAAAAAALI/DgGPJP0N2no/S220/fiona.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ex8_Jeq9rSE/TsbJKqLzsgI/AAAAAAAACm4/rO-nOYIuduM/s72-c/2011%2B11%2B13%2Bteres%25C3%25B3polis%2B017.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3112338488250788798.post-5445689480261197365</id><published>2011-11-15T19:56:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2011-11-17T20:00:25.947-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MEDICINA VETERINARIA'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='demasiado amor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='BENEFICIOS'/><title type='text'>SPRING 2011/ PRIMAVERA 2011</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Y0_jrfUJPWo/TsWDh3AMWFI/AAAAAAAACms/omRSlmQEoaQ/s1600/primavera%2B2011.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Y0_jrfUJPWo/TsWDh3AMWFI/AAAAAAAACms/omRSlmQEoaQ/s400/primavera%2B2011.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676087523094059090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teresopolis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How it hurts me my best friend´s pain for the death (euthanasia) of her dog Dolly! But every cloud has a silver lining. She has a much better looking since she´s not anymore spending whole nights just taking care of her dying dog. Sometimes I think she's a masochist because she likes to suffer, maybe that is a particular Japanese characteristic, I don´t know. I know she suffers more about my problems than I myself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday on our walk she did not do anything else than scold me all the time and I agree that she was with reason. I wanted to, -but she spoke without pause-, recite the famous lines from Kahlil Gibram:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Your children are not your children&lt;br /&gt;are sons and daughters of Life&lt;br /&gt;longing for itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They do not come from you but through you&lt;br /&gt;and even if you&lt;br /&gt;do not belong .... etc. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By heart I jut know the first paragraph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the morning, as particular driver, I was almost 2 hours sitting in the car reading a book while waiting for Shrek to finish fixing the gate of a mansion in Granja Comari, a place so beautiful that, I imagine, in it you can only be happy, even if you are just a visitor and working as a driver or a blacksmith.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teresópolis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¡Cómo me duele el dolor de mi mejor amiga por la muerte (eutanasia) de su perrita Dolly! Pero no hay mal que por bien no venga. Ella está mucho mejor de apariencia y disposición  pues pasaba noches enteras cuidando de su perra agonizante. A veces creo que ella es masoquista, le gusta sufrir, tal vez eso sea una característica japonesa, no sé. Sé que por mis problemas ella sufre más que yo. Ayer en nuestra caminata ella no hizo sino reprenderme todo el tiempo y reconozco que con razón. Quise, -pero ella hablaba sin pausa-, recitarle los famosos versos de Kahlil Gibram:&lt;br /&gt;“Tus hijos no son tus hijos&lt;br /&gt;son hijos e hijas de la vida&lt;br /&gt;deseosa de si misma.&lt;br /&gt;No vienen de ti, sino a través de ti&lt;br /&gt;y aunque estén contigo&lt;br /&gt;no te pertenecen….etc. Solamente me sé de memoria el primer párrafo. &lt;br /&gt;En la mañana, como chofer particular, estuve casi 2 horas sentada en el carro leyendo un libro mientras esperaba que Shrek terminara de arreglar el portón de una mansión en la Granja Comari, un lugar tan bonito que, me imagino,  solamente se puede ser feliz, aunque sea apenas como visitante y trabajando como chofer o como herrero.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3112338488250788798-5445689480261197365?l=fionadeshrek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fionadeshrek.blogspot.com/feeds/5445689480261197365/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3112338488250788798&amp;postID=5445689480261197365' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3112338488250788798/posts/default/5445689480261197365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3112338488250788798/posts/default/5445689480261197365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fionadeshrek.blogspot.com/2011/11/spring-2011-primavera-2011.html' title='SPRING 2011/ PRIMAVERA 2011'/><author><name>F.I.O.N.A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03838661132135290354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1P9lYXUt3z4/SKdDzwzEJ8I/AAAAAAAAALI/DgGPJP0N2no/S220/fiona.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Y0_jrfUJPWo/TsWDh3AMWFI/AAAAAAAACms/omRSlmQEoaQ/s72-c/primavera%2B2011.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3112338488250788798.post-1734254146085700340</id><published>2011-11-14T20:48:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2011-11-16T22:26:58.285-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coincidencias'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='estética'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ARTE'/><title type='text'>ARANDA ORCHIDS GARDEN / ORQUIDEARIO ARANDA</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-k88UzpUenu8/TsRT9jJakQI/AAAAAAAACmg/-mH_s2XRR4s/s1600/2011%2B11%2B13%2Bteres%25C3%25B3polis%2B045.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-k88UzpUenu8/TsRT9jJakQI/AAAAAAAACmg/-mH_s2XRR4s/s400/2011%2B11%2B13%2Bteres%25C3%25B3polis%2B045.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675753747265523970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teresopolis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since 26 years ago I wanted to know a famous orchid garden in the world which is here in this city where I live. I asked Shrek to go there a thousand times and he always found an excuse not to go to a place he imagined boring. But yesterday when he found out that I was sad (in the moment I realized it was Sunday 13, as it was 8 months ago when my Mommy died while she and I were murmuring some prayers, maybe she was saying "Holy Mary, Mother of God, pray for us sinners now and in the hour of our death ") immediately Shrek told me to get ready because we were going right away to the orchid garden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We passed the entrance and I went into the space of a military police station where we stopped to check the map. And Shrek recognized a police that left and went back to the cabin. Then Shrek walked from the beetle to the cabin and both the police and him returned to the car where Little Baiaco, my houseboy during 3 years, some 12 years ago, hugged me and kissed me and we talked a little, laughing much, remembering our conviviality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the orchid garden Shrek bought for me an extremely beautiful yellow orchid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teresópolis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desde hacia 26 años yo quería conocer un orquidiario famoso en todo el mundo que hay aquí en esta ciudad donde vivo. Le pedí a Shrek que fuésemos allí unas mil veces y él siempre encontraba una excusa para no ir a un lugar que él imaginaba aburridísimo. Pero ayer cuando me descubrió triste (en el momento que me di cuenta que era domingo 13, como lo fue hace 8 meses cuando mi mamaíta murió mientras ambas rezábamos murmurando, ella tal vez “santa María, madre de Dios, rogad por nosotros los pecadores, ahora y en la hora de nuestra muerte”) inmediatamente me dijo que me arreglara porque nos íbamos ya a conocer el orquidiario. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pasamos la entrada y entré en el espacio de un puesto de policía militar donde paramos para revisar el mapa. Y en eso Shrek reconoce al policía que salió de la cabina y entró de nuevo. Entonces Shrek fue caminando desde el escarabajo hasta la cabina y ambos regresaron al carro donde Baiaquinho, mi paje durante 3 años hace como 12, me abrazó y me besó y conversamos un poquito riéndonos mucho recordando nuestro convivio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;En el orquidario Shrek se empeñó en comprarme una orquídea amarilla preciosa.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3112338488250788798-1734254146085700340?l=fionadeshrek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fionadeshrek.blogspot.com/feeds/1734254146085700340/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3112338488250788798&amp;postID=1734254146085700340' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3112338488250788798/posts/default/1734254146085700340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3112338488250788798/posts/default/1734254146085700340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fionadeshrek.blogspot.com/2011/11/aranda-orchids-garden-orquideario.html' title='ARANDA ORCHIDS GARDEN / ORQUIDEARIO ARANDA'/><author><name>F.I.O.N.A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03838661132135290354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1P9lYXUt3z4/SKdDzwzEJ8I/AAAAAAAAALI/DgGPJP0N2no/S220/fiona.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-k88UzpUenu8/TsRT9jJakQI/AAAAAAAACmg/-mH_s2XRR4s/s72-c/2011%2B11%2B13%2Bteres%25C3%25B3polis%2B045.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3112338488250788798.post-6491081716833190529</id><published>2011-11-13T11:23:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2011-11-15T20:34:46.854-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='VIAJES'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='religión'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='propósitos'/><title type='text'>OVERNIGHT / PERNOCTAR</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GwhNWajsKVQ/TsLn1UzULoI/AAAAAAAAClc/taIprdfxD5w/s1600/overnight.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 259px; height: 194px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GwhNWajsKVQ/TsLn1UzULoI/AAAAAAAAClc/taIprdfxD5w/s400/overnight.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675353383743270530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teresópolis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Today is a Sunday 13, as it was 8 months ago when my mommy inspired and expired for the last time after having done that for nearly 90 years. How much cruel is God or Nature to give us life and then take it away! Although for my mom, death must have been a relief. There are pains that can not be measured or weighed. Are unquantifiable. Are the pains of the spirit or soul of those who are alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; On Saturday we climbed, as every Saturday, Shrek and I the 500 steps leading to the chapel where my mother´s ashes lie. I was  thinking that, -if we were finally going to  Venezuela and to the Northeastern of Brazil-, I would take the ashes with me, what was left of my mom, she who loved so much to travel. Although going out of this place where I live is a bit stupid since I'm here very well and very happy. It does not 6 months I arrived after an absence of another 6 months and I'm already working on a new journey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I spent hours stuck in Google Maps to divide our 7 000 Km way in stretches of 600 Km and find out where to present my musician son´s shows and to overnight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teresópolis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoy es domingo 13, como también lo era hace 8 meses cuando mi mamaíta inspiró y expiró por última vez después de haberlo hecho durante casi 90 años. ¡Qué crueldad tan grande que Dios o la Naturaleza nos dé la vida para después quitárnosla! Aunque para mi mamá la muerte debe haber sido un alivio. Hay dolores que no pueden ser medidos ni pesados. Son incuantificables. Son los dolores del espíritu o del alma de los que estamos vivos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ayer sábado como todos los sábados subimos Shrek y yo los 500 escalones que conducen a la capilla donde reposan las cenizas de mi madre. Pensé que, -si finalmente íbamos a Venezuela y al Nordeste de Brasil-, las llevaría conmigo; ella, lo que quedó de ella, seguiría viajando como le gustaba tanto. Aunque salir de este lugar donde vivo es un poco estúpido puesto que aquí estoy tan bien y soy tan feliz. No hace ni 6 meses que llegué después de una ausencia de otros 6 meses y ya estoy preparando un nuevo viaje.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Pasé horas metida en Google Maps para dividir nuestro camino de 7 000 kilómetros en trechos de 600 kilómetros y descubrir dónde dar shows y pernoctar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3112338488250788798-6491081716833190529?l=fionadeshrek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fionadeshrek.blogspot.com/feeds/6491081716833190529/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3112338488250788798&amp;postID=6491081716833190529' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3112338488250788798/posts/default/6491081716833190529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3112338488250788798/posts/default/6491081716833190529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fionadeshrek.blogspot.com/2011/11/overnight-pernoctar.html' title='OVERNIGHT / PERNOCTAR'/><author><name>F.I.O.N.A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03838661132135290354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1P9lYXUt3z4/SKdDzwzEJ8I/AAAAAAAAALI/DgGPJP0N2no/S220/fiona.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GwhNWajsKVQ/TsLn1UzULoI/AAAAAAAAClc/taIprdfxD5w/s72-c/overnight.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3112338488250788798.post-5204898054001057279</id><published>2011-11-12T12:02:00.005-02:00</published><updated>2011-11-15T19:57:56.573-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MEDICINA VETERINARIA'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='AGRICULTURA BIODINÁMICA'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ARBORIZACIÓN'/><title type='text'>ON MY DENTIST CHAIR / EN LA POLTRONA DE MI DENTISTA</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-K5pPQjh9D_c/TsGsFvmrVDI/AAAAAAAAClQ/EjmCLbwnSh8/s1600/on%2Bmy%2Bdentist%2Bchair.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 262px; height: 192px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-K5pPQjh9D_c/TsGsFvmrVDI/AAAAAAAAClQ/EjmCLbwnSh8/s400/on%2Bmy%2Bdentist%2Bchair.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675006220141548594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teresopolis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, yesterday, but at 11 am and not at 8, I lay down with my mouth open on my dentist´s chair. Marco Antonio is 45 but he looks 35 years old. I met his beautiful son, John Victor, about 16, playing with a tablet. It was my first encounter with a tablet, but I just watched it, without touching, afraid of desiring it. Right now Shrek wants to buy not a tablet but a cell phone with GPS to tell us the way to Venezuela without getting lost in its 7 000 miles length.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went by bus to the dentist because it is wonderful to ride with a driver and also, at that time (10:30 am), practically I was the only passenger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the afternoon, alas, my neighbor could not go to walk because her dog Dolly, which is as old as John Victor, though being a dog it is 102 canine-years old, is dying, so my friend took it to the vet for him to extend its existence a little more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Shrek went for a walk with me in my vegetables garden where we watered the 3 walnut saplings, the fig and the bamboo (that´s all we have sown there, but Shrek promised he would make a compost).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teresópolis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De nuevo ayer, pero a las 11 de la mañana y no a las 8, me acosté con la boca abierta en la poltrona de mi dentista de 45 pero aparentando 35 años Marco Antonio. Conocí a su bellísimo hijo, Juan Víctor, de unos 16 años, jugando con un tablet. Fue mi primer encuentro con un tablet, aunque solamente lo observé, sin tocarlo, con miedo de desearlo. Por ahora Shrek quiere es que compremos un celular con GPS para que nos indique el camino hacia Venezuela sin perdernos en los 7 000 kilómetros de recorrido. &lt;br /&gt;Fui en autobús porque es maravilloso andar con chofer y además a esa hora (10:30 am) prácticamente yo era la única pasajera. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;En la tarde, qué lástima, mi vecina no pudo ir a caminar pues su perra Dolly, que tiene la misma edad de Juan Víctor, que serían 102 años-caninos, está muy viejita y agonizando así que la llevaron al veterinario para que éste le prolongase más un poco su existencia. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entonces Shrek fue a caminar conmigo por mi huerta donde mojamos los 3 nogales, la higuera  y el bambú que es lo único que tenemos allí sembrado, pero él que haría un compost.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3112338488250788798-5204898054001057279?l=fionadeshrek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fionadeshrek.blogspot.com/feeds/5204898054001057279/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3112338488250788798&amp;postID=5204898054001057279' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3112338488250788798/posts/default/5204898054001057279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3112338488250788798/posts/default/5204898054001057279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fionadeshrek.blogspot.com/2011/11/on-my-dentisi-chair-en-la-poltrona-de.html' title='ON MY DENTIST CHAIR / EN LA POLTRONA DE MI DENTISTA'/><author><name>F.I.O.N.A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03838661132135290354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1P9lYXUt3z4/SKdDzwzEJ8I/AAAAAAAAALI/DgGPJP0N2no/S220/fiona.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-K5pPQjh9D_c/TsGsFvmrVDI/AAAAAAAAClQ/EjmCLbwnSh8/s72-c/on%2Bmy%2Bdentist%2Bchair.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3112338488250788798.post-6601161950443362857</id><published>2011-11-11T20:17:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2011-11-13T20:26:27.427-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dinero'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MASCOTAS'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PLACERES'/><title type='text'>IN OUR WAY / EN NUESTRO CAMINO</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sUiycNJPNE0/TsBDG-rDnQI/AAAAAAAAClE/uT-zfWMZS1s/s1600/2011%2B11%2B13%2Bteres%25C3%25B3polis%2B010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sUiycNJPNE0/TsBDG-rDnQI/AAAAAAAAClE/uT-zfWMZS1s/s400/2011%2B11%2B13%2Bteres%25C3%25B3polis%2B010.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674609317668691202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teresópolis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I finally remembered to bring the camera to take pictures of the way we do every day my Japanese neighbor, great cook, psychotherapist and best friend and me through the streets of the beautiful development called Granja Comari, although now we are closer to summer than when spring started brightly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe that was the best thing that happened to me yesterday because it was also very good to enjoy my home now that Shrek and Luis the Guard fixed the nasty problem of our clogged septic tank. But who enjoyed it more than me was Shrek, sitting in the living room couch doing absolutely nothing but talk bullshit with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got bills and more bills to see how we could pay the dentist, the accountant, electricity, telephone and go on drinking  2 bottles of wine a day and eating all of us, including our dog Dacaixa-Escambo-Dragon-Thunderball (a name for each day), 12 ducks, 6 chickens and Shrek´s 3 caged birds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the morning I went alone in the Blue Beetle to the dentist, leaving Shrek very angry. There I sat with my mouth open on his wonderful armchair for almost an hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teresópolis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por fin ayer me acordé de llevar la cámara fotográfica para tomar fotos del camino que hacemos todos los días mi vecina japonesa, gran cocinera, psicoterapeuta  y mejor amiga y yo por las calles de la bella urbanización llamada Granja Comarí, aunque ya estamos más cerca del verano que de cuando empezó, esplendorosamente, la primavera.&lt;br /&gt; Creo que eso fue lo mejor que me sucedió ayer aunque también fue muy bueno disfrutar de mi casa ahora que Shrek y Luis Vigilante arreglaron el asqueroso problema del pozo séptico tapado. Pero más que yo quien la disfrutó fue Shrek, sentado en el sofá de la sala sin hacer absolutamente nada sino conversar conmigo pura paja. Sacamos cuentas y más cuentas para ver cómo hacíamos para pagarle a los dentistas, al contador, la electricidad, el teléfono y que nos sobre para nosotros beber 2 botellas diarias de vino y comer todos, incluidos Dacaixa-Escambo-Dragón-Trueno (un nombre para cada día), los 12 patos, las 6 gallinas y los 3 pájaros enjaulados de SHrek.&lt;br /&gt;En la mañana me fui sola en el escarabajo azul dejando muy bravo a Shrek, al dentista donde estuve sentada con la boca abierta en su maravillosa poltrona casi una hora.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3112338488250788798-6601161950443362857?l=fionadeshrek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fionadeshrek.blogspot.com/feeds/6601161950443362857/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3112338488250788798&amp;postID=6601161950443362857' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3112338488250788798/posts/default/6601161950443362857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3112338488250788798/posts/default/6601161950443362857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fionadeshrek.blogspot.com/2011/11/in-our-way-en-nuestro-camino.html' title='IN OUR WAY / EN NUESTRO CAMINO'/><author><name>F.I.O.N.A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03838661132135290354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1P9lYXUt3z4/SKdDzwzEJ8I/AAAAAAAAALI/DgGPJP0N2no/S220/fiona.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sUiycNJPNE0/TsBDG-rDnQI/AAAAAAAAClE/uT-zfWMZS1s/s72-c/2011%2B11%2B13%2Bteres%25C3%25B3polis%2B010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3112338488250788798.post-4753533280092378409</id><published>2011-11-10T06:43:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2011-11-12T20:29:25.214-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='alborozo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='COCHES'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inodoros/desagües'/><title type='text'>FORD 350</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5fDNMPUWCAk/Tr7yrJcHjWI/AAAAAAAACk4/KXyQUmiXou8/s1600/ford%2B350.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 249px; height: 186px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5fDNMPUWCAk/Tr7yrJcHjWI/AAAAAAAACk4/KXyQUmiXou8/s400/ford%2B350.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674239403615554914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teresopolis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got up shaky, after 33 hours without eating or drinking anything except about a liter of water. But they were wonderful 33 hours doing my normal life but winning the time lost eating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless, there are terrible moments, like when I am forced to enter the premises of temptations: the kitchen. But I succeeded to control myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luis the Guard was here all day working as a bricklayer. His presence is comforting.  He and Shrek solved the problem of the pit, thank God. And Obelix my first ex-husband solved my problem with Sotheby's. There's nothing like outsourcing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I phoned my eldest son, the only one living in Venezuela, and he was elated about his new acquisition: a Ford 350 truck. His happiness was contagious because I'm always floating above reality, but when I do the fast of the moon, I get depressed a little because I sink into reality which the last 3 days, here in my house, it was disgusting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At night my oldest daughter who lives in Catalonia suddenly phoned me. How is that that her youngest daughter (also the youngest of my grandchildren) asked her to call me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teresópolis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me levanté tambaleante, después de 33 horas seguidas sin comer ni beber nada excepto casi un litro de agua. Pero fueron 33 horas maravillosas haciendo mi vida normal pero ganando el tiempo que pierdo comiendo.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Hay momentos terribles, como cuando me veo obligada a entrar en el recinto de las tentaciones: la cocina. Pero consigo controlarme. &lt;br /&gt;Luis Vigilante estuvo aquí todo el día trabajando como albañil. Su presencia es reconfortante. Solucionaron, él y Shrek, el problema de la fosa, gracias a Dios. Y Obelix mi primer ex marido solucionó el problema de la Sotheby´s. No hay nada como la tercerización. &lt;br /&gt;Llamé por teléfono a mi hijo mayor el único que vive en Venezuela y me contó eufórico sobre su nueva adquisición: un camión Ford 350. Su felicidad me contagió pues yo, que siempre ando flotando sobre la realidad, cuando hago el ayuno de la Luna me deprimo un poco y entonces me hundo en la realidad que estos 3 últimos días, aquí en mi casa, ha sido asquerosa.&lt;br /&gt;En la noche mi hija mayor que vive en Cataluña sorpresivamente me llamó por teléfono. ¿Cómo es que su hija menor y la menor de mis nietas le pidió que me llamara?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3112338488250788798-4753533280092378409?l=fionadeshrek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fionadeshrek.blogspot.com/feeds/4753533280092378409/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3112338488250788798&amp;postID=4753533280092378409' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3112338488250788798/posts/default/4753533280092378409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3112338488250788798/posts/default/4753533280092378409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fionadeshrek.blogspot.com/2011/11/ford-350.html' title='FORD 350'/><author><name>F.I.O.N.A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03838661132135290354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1P9lYXUt3z4/SKdDzwzEJ8I/AAAAAAAAALI/DgGPJP0N2no/S220/fiona.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5fDNMPUWCAk/Tr7yrJcHjWI/AAAAAAAACk4/KXyQUmiXou8/s72-c/ford%2B350.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3112338488250788798.post-7276312713236747295</id><published>2011-11-09T09:21:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2011-11-11T22:57:54.543-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='limpieza'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ARTE'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inodoros/desagües'/><title type='text'>THE UNTOUCHABLE / LOS INTOCABLES</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uga4Yv-02J0/Tr3Da7zoNWI/AAAAAAAACks/_NQF59B8svU/s1600/llos%2Bintocables.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 391px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uga4Yv-02J0/Tr3Da7zoNWI/AAAAAAAACks/_NQF59B8svU/s400/llos%2Bintocables.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673905973054944610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teresopolis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The absolute best thing that happened to me yesterday was taking a bath at 5 pm in my bathroom (and not that of the blacksmith shop) and immediately go for a walk with my neighbor, ending that way a terrible day, disgusting, working as the plumber's assistant of Shrek (blacksmith by profession).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the morning we went out in the car to rent the blower with which we left the larger septic tank as a new one. In reality, the problem was not there, but a pit beneath the 20 inches of concrete floor where the pipes were plugged by hard blocks of solid fat. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the full moon comes tonight at 8, I thought that at least it would find the whole house clean, even the septic tanks and, surprise, when at night I sat in front of my laptop ... what do I see? An e-mail from my Seville sister with Sotheby's encouraging news on our picture of the old man. So it was worth feeling (during a long part of the day), like if I belonged to the Hindu caste of untouchables.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 11 pm I started my fast of 33 hours without eating or drinking anything except a few sips of plain water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teresópolis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lo absolutamente mejor que me sucedió ayer fue tomar baño a las 5 de la tarde en mi sala de baño (y no en la del taller de herrería) e inmediatamente irme a caminar con mi vecina, después de haber pasado un día terrible, asqueroso, trabajando como auxiliar del fontanero Shrek (herrero de profesión).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;En la mañana habíamos salimos en el carro para alquilar la bomba de succión con la que dejamos como nueva la fosa séptica mayor (sin ningún problema), y una fosa menor debajo del piso de 20 centímetros de concreto dentro de casa cuyo tubos estaban tapados por bloques duros de grasa. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como esta noche llega la Luna Llena, pensé que ella encontraría la casa limpia, incluso las fosas, y, sorpresa, cuando en la noche me senté frente al computador… ¿Qué veo? Un E-mail de mi hermana sevillana con noticias esperanzadoras sobre la Sotheby´s y nuestro cuadro del viejo. Valió la pena pues, sentirme como me sentí durante gran parte del día, como una hindú perteneciente a la casta inferior de los intocables.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A las 11 de la noche comencé mi ayuno de 33 horas seguidas sin comer ni beber nada excepto algunos tragos de agua pura.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3112338488250788798-7276312713236747295?l=fionadeshrek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fionadeshrek.blogspot.com/feeds/7276312713236747295/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3112338488250788798&amp;postID=7276312713236747295' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3112338488250788798/posts/default/7276312713236747295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3112338488250788798/posts/default/7276312713236747295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fionadeshrek.blogspot.com/2011/11/untouchable-los-intocables.html' title='THE UNTOUCHABLE / LOS INTOCABLES'/><author><name>F.I.O.N.A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03838661132135290354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1P9lYXUt3z4/SKdDzwzEJ8I/AAAAAAAAALI/DgGPJP0N2no/S220/fiona.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uga4Yv-02J0/Tr3Da7zoNWI/AAAAAAAACks/_NQF59B8svU/s72-c/llos%2Bintocables.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3112338488250788798.post-8230678754220524143</id><published>2011-11-08T11:05:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2011-11-10T21:13:18.321-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='música'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='VIAJES'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CUMPLEAÑOS'/><title type='text'>THE GREAT ODYSSEY / LA GRAN ODISEA</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rpAnkifT3bA/TrxaFGL4Y4I/AAAAAAAACkg/7iu3S3yfwVY/s1600/la%2Bgran%2Bodisea.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rpAnkifT3bA/TrxaFGL4Y4I/AAAAAAAACkg/7iu3S3yfwVY/s400/la%2Bgran%2Bodisea.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673508674186273666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teresopolis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In public I've only played piano very few times in my life. I get nervous thinking that I may make a mistake, and then, I do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, finished my daily walk with my neighbor and best friend, I came home and Shrek opened up a coconut for me from which I drank its delicious water. Then I sat at the piano as I always do for an hour when no one is at home except for Shrek. I had started the exercises that I play during the last quarter of that hour, which are very tedious being playing them for 5 minutes when I heard a male voice but very sweet calling my name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was the beautiful  Leandro who has the keys of the locks of the gate in order to get to the house of his antennae. I stopped playing the piano and I almost died of shame when I learned he had been there quietly listening to me for nearly an hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later I phoned my brother, the one who lives in Venezuela, to congratulate him on his birthday. It seems that all our common friends and relatives are waiting for our arrival (my musician son, his daughter, Shrek and I) in the Beetle 1973 with great enthusiasm, as the arrival of the heroes of a great odyssey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teresópolis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;En público solamente he tocado piano en mi vida poquísimas veces. Me pongo nerviosa pensando que voy a equivocarme, y entonces me equivoco. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anoche, acabada mi caminata de todos los días con mi vecina y mejor amiga, llegué en casa y Shrek me abrió un coco del cual me bebí su deliciosa agua. Entonces me senté al piano como siempre hago por una hora cuando no hay nadie en casa excepto Shrek. Tendría como 5 minutos tocando el último cuarto de hora que son ejercicios muy fastidiosos cuando escuché una voz masculina pero muy dulce  llamándome por mi nombre. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Era el bello Leandro quien tiene llave de los candados del portón para poder llegar hasta la casita de sus antenas. Paré de tocar el piano y casi me muero de vergüenza al saber que él había estado allí calladito oyéndome casi una hora.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Más tarde llamé por teléfono a mi hermano, el único que vive en Venezuela, para felicitarlo por su cumpleaños. Parece que todos nuestros parientes y amigos comunes están esperando nuestra llegada (mi hijo músico, su hija, Shrek y yo) en el escarabajo 1973, con mucho entusiasmo, como la llegada de los héroes de una gran odisea.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3112338488250788798-8230678754220524143?l=fionadeshrek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fionadeshrek.blogspot.com/feeds/8230678754220524143/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3112338488250788798&amp;postID=8230678754220524143' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3112338488250788798/posts/default/8230678754220524143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3112338488250788798/posts/default/8230678754220524143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fionadeshrek.blogspot.com/2011/11/great-odyssey-la-gran-odisea.html' title='THE GREAT ODYSSEY / LA GRAN ODISEA'/><author><name>F.I.O.N.A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03838661132135290354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1P9lYXUt3z4/SKdDzwzEJ8I/AAAAAAAAALI/DgGPJP0N2no/S220/fiona.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rpAnkifT3bA/TrxaFGL4Y4I/AAAAAAAACkg/7iu3S3yfwVY/s72-c/la%2Bgran%2Bodisea.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3112338488250788798.post-7007629607711770687</id><published>2011-11-07T12:27:00.004-02:00</published><updated>2011-11-18T11:45:20.516-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inodoros/desagües'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SUEÑOS'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='propósitos'/><title type='text'>A BAR IN LAMA FRIA / UN BAR EN LAMA FRIA</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ubFFjaOR6SI/TrsCbpvV_8I/AAAAAAAACkU/M4rhovWxykE/s1600/A%2BBAR%2BIN%2BLAMA%2BFRIA.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 283px; height: 178px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ubFFjaOR6SI/TrsCbpvV_8I/AAAAAAAACkU/M4rhovWxykE/s400/A%2BBAR%2BIN%2BLAMA%2BFRIA.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673130829687422914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teresopolis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best thing that happened to me yesterday was to find out that the tedious, exhausting, and forced work that I was doing to solve a problem, it also served to fulfill a dream of mine that I even had forgotten it, so many times I said "I´ll do that tomorrow".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To use the bathroom in our house, and not having to walk outside under rain and against wind for 30 meters that separate us from the blacksmith shop, we decided to make a ditch for carrying the dirty waters of our bathroom  into the abyss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, with a rope, I marked the shortest straight path and started with my spade cutter, digging. Came the first shovelful of earth with its green grass, bright, well-treated and suddenly I remembered that I had long wanted to cover with good soil and grass seeds some debris that Shrek, who had gathered it there, never had time or inclination of loading it to the municipal dump.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did that for almost 2 hours under strong sunshine while Shrek was in town buying wine for nothing because his friend Walcir arrived here and invited him to get drunk at Lama Fria, a "favela" (shanty town) about 7 miles away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teresópolis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lo mejor que me sucedió ayer fue descubrir que lo fastidioso, agotador y obligado que estaba haciendo para resolver un problema, también sirvió para realizar un sueño que, de tanto “dejarlo para mañana”, hasta lo había olvidado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para poder usar el baño de nuestra casa, y no tener que caminar al aire libre bajo lluvia y contra viento los 30 metros que nos separan del taller de herrería, resolvimos hacer una zanja que llevase las aguas negras de ese baño hacia el abismo. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entonces con una cuerda marqué el camino recto más corto  y comencé, con mi pala cortadora, a cavar. Salió la primera palada de tierra con su grama verde, brillante, bien tratada y de repente recordé los escombros que yo quería desde hace mucho tiempo cubrir  con tierra buena y regarle semillas de grama ya que Shrek, quien los había acumulado allí, nunca tenía tiempo ni ganas de cargarlos hasta el basurero municipal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estuve haciendo eso casi 2 horas a pleno sol mientras Shrek estaba en la ciudad comprando vino para nada pues vino su amigo Walcir a buscarlo y se fueron a emborracharse en Lama Fría, una “favela” (barrio de chabolas) a unos 7 kilómetros de aquí..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3112338488250788798-7007629607711770687?l=fionadeshrek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fionadeshrek.blogspot.com/feeds/7007629607711770687/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3112338488250788798&amp;postID=7007629607711770687' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3112338488250788798/posts/default/7007629607711770687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3112338488250788798/posts/default/7007629607711770687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fionadeshrek.blogspot.com/2011/11/bar-in-lama-fria-un-bar-en-lama-fria.html' title='A BAR IN LAMA FRIA / UN BAR EN LAMA FRIA'/><author><name>F.I.O.N.A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03838661132135290354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1P9lYXUt3z4/SKdDzwzEJ8I/AAAAAAAAALI/DgGPJP0N2no/S220/fiona.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ubFFjaOR6SI/TrsCbpvV_8I/AAAAAAAACkU/M4rhovWxykE/s72-c/A%2BBAR%2BIN%2BLAMA%2BFRIA.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3112338488250788798.post-2782696756147991761</id><published>2011-11-06T09:41:00.006-02:00</published><updated>2011-11-08T21:02:40.091-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sábado de gloria'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='oraciones'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sometimiento'/><title type='text'>SWALLOWED PRIDE / ORGULLO TRAGADO</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9WUKNJB50ow/Trm02mSwnMI/AAAAAAAACkI/-JclBJ2M4lY/s1600/proud%2Bblacksmith.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 187px; height: 256px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9WUKNJB50ow/Trm02mSwnMI/AAAAAAAACkI/-JclBJ2M4lY/s400/proud%2Bblacksmith.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672764055735016642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teresopolis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I set out to write in this blog just good and beautiful stuff, the best thing that had happened to me during the 24 hours of the previous day, but as "every cloud has a silver lining" I also began to introduce salient facts even if they had hurt me, because I discovered that the worst that happens to me one day, next day or week or month gives rise to the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, as all our Saturdays, which are sacred, Shrek and I went to the chapel of Our Lady of the Winds in the morning and to the 6 pm Mass in the church of San Antonio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We prayed a lot for the recovery of Antonia´s physical health and my musician son´s mental one, but we prayed especially for the settlement of our hydraulic system which caused a nasty spill about 10 am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily Shrek´s blacksmith's office is completely independent and there's where we're washing dishes, taking bath ... at least until Monday morning when we´ll rent the machine that Shrek needs to do the job of a plumber, which is for him, a blacksmith, a terrible humiliation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teresópolis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me propuse escribir en este blog apenas hechos buenos y bonitos, lo mejor que me hubiese sucedido durante las 24 horas del día anterior, pero como “no hay mal que por bien no venga” también comencé a introducir hechos sobresalientes aunque me hubiesen dolido, porque descubrí que lo peor que me sucede un día, al día o a la semana o al mes siguiente da origen a lo mejor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ayer, como todos nuestros Sábados, los cuales son sagrados, Shrek y yo fuimos a la capilla de la Virgen de los Vientos en la mañana y a la misa de 6 pm en la iglesia de San Antonio. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rezamos mucho por la recuperación de la salud física de Antonia y la salud mental de mi hijo músico, pero más rezamos por el arreglo de nuestro sistema hidráulico que a eso de las 10 de la mañana causó un asqueroso derramamiento.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Menos mal que la oficina de herrería es independiente y es allá donde estamos lavando loza, tomando baño… por lo menos hasta mañana lunes cuando iremos a alquilar la máquina que Shrek necesita para hacer un trabajo de fontanero, lo cual es para él, herrero, una terrible humillación.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3112338488250788798-2782696756147991761?l=fionadeshrek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fionadeshrek.blogspot.com/feeds/2782696756147991761/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3112338488250788798&amp;postID=2782696756147991761' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3112338488250788798/posts/default/2782696756147991761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3112338488250788798/posts/default/2782696756147991761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fionadeshrek.blogspot.com/2011/11/swallowed-pride-orgullo-tragado.html' title='SWALLOWED PRIDE / ORGULLO TRAGADO'/><author><name>F.I.O.N.A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03838661132135290354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1P9lYXUt3z4/SKdDzwzEJ8I/AAAAAAAAALI/DgGPJP0N2no/S220/fiona.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9WUKNJB50ow/Trm02mSwnMI/AAAAAAAACkI/-JclBJ2M4lY/s72-c/proud%2Bblacksmith.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3112338488250788798.post-4701815383660375151</id><published>2011-11-05T10:35:00.004-02:00</published><updated>2011-11-07T20:56:11.040-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='actividades silenciosas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ARBORIZACIÓN'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='estética'/><title type='text'>SPRING IN TERESÓPOLIS / PRIMAVERA EN TERESÓPOLIS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kayL9AVV0zE/TrhhlZ_TfBI/AAAAAAAACjw/6jUHxUr038o/s1600/spring%2Bin%2BGranja%2BCOmari"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kayL9AVV0zE/TrhhlZ_TfBI/AAAAAAAACjw/6jUHxUr038o/s400/spring%2Bin%2BGranja%2BCOmari" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672391025932598290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teresopolis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I regretted not bringing my Kodak camera (that my oldest daughter gave me) nor the  NIKON camera (that my carioca daughter-in-law gave me) to my daily walk with my Japanese neighbor because Spring into the Granja Comari neighborhood is spectacularly beautiful. Too bad my Nokia phone 2220 camera is a disappointment, which is amazing, very ugly, just unforgivable for the Nokia Finnish company. I would like to write them insulting them delicately, as there is no way to download photos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was in the afternoon because the morning was spent wonderfully since Shrek had a hangover, ie was in a coma. He got up at 4 in the afternoon. 20 minutes later he was bathed and groomed ready to pick up the 4 and a half bus to go and buy wine. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I enjoy his silence because then I get to what I have days trying to, like running after the support and partnership with CARITAS for the implementation of my MP-Y project  of tree planting in the Northeast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also had time to clean (since 3 months ago I decided to clean a window everyday and yesterday I did that for the second time when  I cleaned the last window of the 2nd floor). Luis Guard thinks I suffer when Shrek has a hangover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teresópolis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ayer me arrepentí de no haber llevado mi cámara fotográfica KODAK que me regaló mi hija mayor o la NIKON que me regaló mi nuera carioca a mi caminata diaria con mi vecina japonesa porque realmente la primavera dentro de la Granja Comarí es espectacularmente bella. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lástima que mi celular NOKIA 2220 con cámara es un fiasco, algo increíble, muy feo, imperdonable de esa compañía finlandesa. Les escribiré insultándolos delicadamente, pues no hay manera de descargar las fotos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eso fue en la tarde porque en la mañana la pasé maravillosamente ya que Shrek estaba enratonado, es decir, en coma. Se levantó a las 4 de la tarde. A los 20 minutos ya estaba bañado y arreglado para salir en el autobús de las 4:30 pm a comprar vino. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yo disfruto su silencio pues entonces consigo poner en día lo que tengo atrasado como correr atrás del apoyo y consorcio con CÁRITAS  para la implantación  del Proyecto MP-Y de arborización del Nordeste.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Además tuve tiempo de hacer limpieza (desde que me propuse hace 3 meses limpiar una ventana por día, ayer limpié por segunda vez la última del 2º piso). Luis Vigilante cree que yo sufro cuando Shrek está enratonado.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3112338488250788798-4701815383660375151?l=fionadeshrek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fionadeshrek.blogspot.com/feeds/4701815383660375151/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3112338488250788798&amp;postID=4701815383660375151' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3112338488250788798/posts/default/4701815383660375151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3112338488250788798/posts/default/4701815383660375151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fionadeshrek.blogspot.com/2011/11/spring-in-teresopolis-primavera-en.html' title='SPRING IN TERESÓPOLIS / PRIMAVERA EN TERESÓPOLIS'/><author><name>F.I.O.N.A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03838661132135290354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1P9lYXUt3z4/SKdDzwzEJ8I/AAAAAAAAALI/DgGPJP0N2no/S220/fiona.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kayL9AVV0zE/TrhhlZ_TfBI/AAAAAAAACjw/6jUHxUr038o/s72-c/spring%2Bin%2BGranja%2BCOmari' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3112338488250788798.post-307053667812493897</id><published>2011-11-04T11:10:00.004-02:00</published><updated>2011-11-06T20:59:21.218-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='música'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='San Antonio'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='VICIOS'/><title type='text'>SHREK´S HANGOVER / SHREK ENRATONADO</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VzbduDlRP1I/TrcQ28BspCI/AAAAAAAACjk/QkmPL9xyIR0/s1600/shrek%2Benratonado.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 255px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VzbduDlRP1I/TrcQ28BspCI/AAAAAAAACjk/QkmPL9xyIR0/s400/shrek%2Benratonado.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672020791708656674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teresopolis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday at 10 am arrived my friend (and my brunette daughter´s Godsister)Ivanir  in a taxi with a bag of 5 kilos of corn for her 2 ducks which are excellent female ducks, as both throw an egg every day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She asked me to beg my daughter (her Godsister) to please remove the “horrible” picture of her that she had placed on Facebook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She also wanted to see the piano I bought from Bruno's ex wife. Bruno has been her son Evandro´s piano teacher for many years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 11 am we all went into the Blue Beetle. We left her at the Alto, the neighboring district to the one I habit and where the parish of Saint Antony is placed. We went down town where, for the second time in our lives a cute guy cut my hair very well although in a very coarse way, and so much that often I had to control hardly myself in order to avoid screaming "ouch!".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the Extra supermarket we found the wine we always drink with a 20% discount so instead of buying 2 bottles, we bought 3 that Shrek drank while I was walking with my neighbor so today, having a hangover, he stays on bed the whole day in absolute silent making me absolutely happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teresópolis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ayer a las 10 de la mañana en un taxi llegó mi amiga Ivanir, comadre de mi hija morena, con una bolsa de 5 kilos de maíz para sus patas que son buenísimas, pues ambas botan un huevo todos los días.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me pidió que le suplicara a mi hija (su comadre) que quitara del facebook la foto tan horrible que había colocado allí. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quiso ver el piano que compré de la ex de Bruno el profesor de piano de su hijo Evandro y a las 11 nos fuimos todos en el escarabajo azul. La dejamos en  el Alto, el barrio vecino al que habito y donde está la iglesia parroquial de San Antonio y seguimos al centro de la ciudad donde por segunda vez un chico guapo me cortó el cabello muy bien aunque de una manera muy brusca, tanto, que muchas veces tuve que controlarme fuertemente para no gritar “¡ay!”. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;En el supermercado Extra aprovechamos una oferta del vino que siempre bebemos que estaba con 20% de descuento y en vez de comprar 2 botellas compramos 3 que Shrek bebió mientras yo caminaba con mi vecina por lo que hoy, enratonado, se queda quietecito dejándome pasar el día felicísima.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3112338488250788798-307053667812493897?l=fionadeshrek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fionadeshrek.blogspot.com/feeds/307053667812493897/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3112338488250788798&amp;postID=307053667812493897' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3112338488250788798/posts/default/307053667812493897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3112338488250788798/posts/default/307053667812493897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fionadeshrek.blogspot.com/2011/11/shreks-hangover-shrek-enratonado.html' title='SHREK´S HANGOVER / SHREK ENRATONADO'/><author><name>F.I.O.N.A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03838661132135290354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1P9lYXUt3z4/SKdDzwzEJ8I/AAAAAAAAALI/DgGPJP0N2no/S220/fiona.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VzbduDlRP1I/TrcQ28BspCI/AAAAAAAACjk/QkmPL9xyIR0/s72-c/shrek%2Benratonado.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
