14 Diciembre 2008

Pocos recordaban una nevada igual en Valladolid y sin embargo eso estaba lejos de ser la noticia del día.

Al abrir las puertas de la iglesia lo unico que veian mis ojos eran esos copos de nieves, densos, que te empapan como un helador abrazo y no te dejan ver que hay detrás.

Ya ha pasado un año y aun recuerdo el frio en mis pies tras el ultimo adios, las caras de incredulidad y esa extraña sensación de que nada va a ser como antes y que por mucho que cueste admitirlo no hay vuelta atrás.

Dificil dia para estar a cientos de kilometros de casa...

Dusk

There are times in the day that you need to feel a hug, to hearn a nice voice or to smell that perfume that reminds you home.
No matter where I am, everytime I see growing dark this sensations comes to me.

When the sky turn red, when all the landscape takes a different texture, these few minutes that it takes are just magic.
The start of a great night, the end of a long day.... the Dusk

Paris

It is said that is the most romantic city in the world, and not even 2 World Wars could distroy its crazyness for symmetry.

I Had gone before, at the age of 8 more or less, and my mind of little girl reminded like some grey and sad place, I guess it was becose comparation with Disney Land, who can beat Disney Land in the eyes of a 8 years old girl?





I came back a couple weeks ago, and I have to say the city is breathtaking,with its palaces,bridges,musseums... and even better at night.

For me is not a romantic city, it is just majestic.

VICTIMS OR SURVIVORS

All this pictures were taken in Derry, North Ireland after the BCA Conference: Divided Societies, Beyond Victimhood.
Last one is the Justice statue in Dublin, with the back to the city, not blind, and with a Sword.

Seems the people from this island have not been able to forget for centuries.
Victims or Survivors... it´s up to you.

2 months of travelling

It is curious how time is distorsioned here, we´ve been here for 2 months and seems like 1 year, so you leave for 1 week and people think it is one month and almost forgot your face ;)

So in this 2 months-1year I had time for lot´s of things, over all travelling, so here we go!

1st trip was BRUSSELS!Although more than Brussels we visit the Bourge the grote Markt and... The Delirious tremmens.

We end up the day partying for the whole night and waiting in the train station for 50 min for not have checked the "weekend" schedule

2º MUNICH-Oktober Fest

It was the most crazy, long, weird and anecdotic road trip I´ve ever made.
I loved the beer, I got lost and checked everysingle tent, I almost fell sleep in the Disco, I started dance with some weird guy because I though it was a friend that had already left and I asked a thousand times how more long would be our subway trip like a little kid.

3º BRUGGE.
From time to time is good to have a weekend to relax, so on Saturday we went to Brugge just for tourism, no party, no sleepless night.
And as everybody says, is like get into a fairytale, with this amazing architecture, the channels, all the city center is just like go back in the glory of the middle ages. Just worth to see it.


4º ARDENNES

After a year organizing things was great to be in the other side and be just a participant. I think you value more their work although you also became more critic but anyway.
Great weekend with ESN, good people, good parties, good spa... what else can you ask for?

5º KRAKOW AND KIEV

The trip I was waiting for ages, Poland, Ucraine,an AEGEE Event as participant, my first AGORA..
All in 8 days, dealing with delayed buses, Sovietic Trains, changings of money, communist, plenaries, tematic parties...
No words, just a big smile.


And that´s all!
Next week PARIS, Le ville de l´amour.

Antwerp in Photos

ANTWERPEN: Why Antwerpen?

The name comes from an old story that said that Bravo, a roman heroe, tired of the represion of the gigant Antigoon that make everyone who want to cross the Schedt pay him a fee, cut his hand.
Celebrated in a statue in from of the city hall, you can see how the arm is bleeding actually.
The statue is a fontain.

Antwerpen is well known by its port, the second biggest in Europe. Centuries has passes since the first ship arrived and this harbour, Bonapartedok, is hosting now the MAS, the newest museum in Antwerp about the river, the city, the port, and the world.


The cathedral of Our Lady, never finished, it was supposed to have two towels but the city was run out of money!
In a Gothic style, really remind me the one in Burgos, home sweet home..

ONe the Maria statues that feature the corners of Antwerp


Tipical Flemish style


Maybe they used to hate us, but they can´t deny they love our cuissine.
Osborne bull and tipical tapas bar in the center of Antwerp.


Monument to the builders of the Cathedral


One of the many painters in the walls of the biuldings in Antwerp, open your eyes, you can see something different in every corner
Grote Markt, One Saturday like any other


Landscape through my window, sight to Bonapartedok.

Tras 2 semanas en "The Stad"

Tras cumplirse casi 2 semanas de mi llegada a Amberes, he decidido en hacer repaso y volver a actualizar el Blog.

Se dice de Amberes que es la ciudad de la Moda, los de aqui la llaman "The Stad", La ciudad.

Y no me extraña, esta ciudad en la que se respira la cultura flamenca por cada rincón, no sólo posee una de las estaciones mas bellas del mundo, sino que sus esquinas estan llenas de leyendas de amor, de heroes, tragedias e historia.
Pero dejaremos esto para otro Post.

Supongo que siempre quise irme de Erasmus pero al no tener destinos en mi univesidad lo deje postpuesto al..."cuando trabaje, ya viajare".
Pero no seria lo mismo, no... Así que en cuanto me entere de que por fin! se habían hecho un par de acuerdos me anime de inmediato!

Y no seria lo mismo porque el ambiente Erasmus no tiene comparación.

Cada noche es una historia, tomar cervezas en la plaza, ir a una fiesta al Museo Contemporáneo, conseguir entrar en el Cafe D´Anvers, discoteca de moda, celebrar el cumpleaños de un chico que nadie conoce sin el cumpleañero, invadir alguna que otra habitacion 3o personas, aprender recetas culinarias a las 3a.m. de vuelta a casa...

Y todo ello sin faltar, demasiado, a un curso de Holandés imposible, con un profesor con más paciencia que el Santo Job.

Ay el curso de Dutch! Me resulta hasta divertido, me recuerda a cuando en el colegio cuando el profesor mandaba ejercicios, los de la ultima fila se tiraban a dormir encima del libro...
Ahora somos la fila "españo-italiana". Todo llega!

Tras 2 semanas esta ciudad me resulta un poco menos desconocida, consigo distinguir a duras penas sus fachadas llenas de ventanales, estoy perdiendo el miedo a los tranvias y ya no me quedo con cara de susto al atravesar el barrio rojo como me paso el primer dia de camino al centro. ( Si, mi casa esta genial situada!)

2 semanas y parece que me marche hace tanto de casa... Y aqui parece que ha pasado tan poco tiempo!