Tuesday, February 17, 2009

It Looks Like There Is A Wart In My Dogs Ear??

THE DO RE MI FA SOL LA SI LA

a child my mother told me that my voice was like angels singing, I always smiled and asked if any days I could hear the singing of one.
remember that night like it was yesterday ... inseparable companion, the full Moon patiently waited for me to travel
Country of Dreams
, suddenly started ringing melody flooding every corner of home. Curious, I left the room in search of the source of that magic melody so that angel singing. Would that the opportunity to see one?
What was my surprise to discover that angelic voice that came from my mother. It was a deep feeling, a night I'll never forget, was the first ray of light that illuminated my path, a path music, feelings and love. Not looking for fame or money, or recognition, just full of beautiful melodies filled your hearts, as that day my mother mine.


Zolsaihan: This is the first time I use the option to add YouTube videos to their blogs, I'm not very partisan, but the first should be special and better for this chance that your hearts heard an angel singing ... Lucky the man / woman Nada Es

Thursday, February 12, 2009

Vegetable Oil For Face

NATURE II - safari without a guide, and first month Travel! Namibia

Noras, lords, I write this column on a special day: yesterday it was exactly one month that we travel with all that that implies. Also, interestingly, according to look at the countdown we have also a nice number of days remaining (333) ... but we, the relevant date is passing that first month.

For though this month has been like no other vacation months, when we were all very prepared in advance to take advantage of the limited time at best, many of the feelings that we are still "family", tread familiar ground. Among other things, without going too far, we still have very much the days and weeks we traveled. The "gurus" of which we speak the last time (the German farmers who had 20 months there), and we were told that first you count days, then weeks, and eventually, at best, months. I think they are going to be right. Also we were told, and I hope this mistake, that the passage of time sometimes mediate the function of the number of messages I wrote family and friends, at first, each time they connect (1 or 2 times per month) had 15 or 20 messages ... were then gradually decreasing ... until, when connecting as much as they saw that they received 2 or 3 messages a month, they realized that had long been out! Is tremendous as much "philosophy" of such couples could leave

:-) Anyway, anyway, from now most will be new sensations. The first is obvious: in a normal holiday, some days ago that we would be around head by what little we have left, and what we had to return. It is, of course, very nice to have in mind only our next destination, looking only forward. Although no longer a novelty, that feeling of having weighed anchor "by storm", and around this so far that neither comes to your head. But it is not what we feel vertigo, I would say is more of a sense of freedom that, intense and unfamiliar, sometimes perplexing. :-) Mola

After the first month, we will also adapt to what our friend Helen called "Roll Pin y Pon" (that great definition). And is that with 24 hours together and many daily decisions to make, many times "moderately engaged" ... they obviously do not always agree, and also the age again be seen in mental flexibility you have. We must fight hard and know very well not to lose too much of that flexibility ... Well, we hope that this whole year of reflection to help us improve. Lately, even joked with the issue and we call Pin (Eva) and Pon (JJ), which is already a good sign.

definitely closed today also our first country, because South Africa have still going to return, but in Namibia and said goodbye. And another consequence of these trips, long and planned progress, is that they never go as originally thought ... but I tell you the end.

Ultimately, that last this inflection point, truly begins again!

In these last two weeks in Namibia, we have covered much of central-northern India. From the coast, using the most original road had ever seen (salt roads, made from a mixture of salt and sand that is hard as a rock), and through villages of curious names (Uis, Sorriso-Sorriso), we switched from desert to the tropical lushness in the blink of an eye. We walked some mountain (for example, what we have dubbed the Matterhorn of Namibia ... while possibly more adjusted par with The Pedriza, red granite), and we did some sightseeing "urban."


But the most remarkable was a week we go on safari includes our own! Travel the roads "savages" of Africa, no one to guide you and lead you to the animals, and also with everything so green (beautiful!) Has been truly special. And that this is not the zoo, and it takes enormous patience to find more palatable animals (ruminants of all kinds look up stuff yourself, for example), along with the rainy season makes it difficult, as I will tell you later .

Anyway, as I say, we've enjoyed a lot, not to mention also a very special day where we did at dawn kayak among sea lions, flamingos, and some other dolphin.


This implies that a good number of photos of the album are "no bug", as my father likes (= no people) will see that other bugs are few. But that question was not out to make us a portrait or risk the cubs prowling Sabi was not highly recommended =: -0 And heard them roaring at night from our little store ... We did the hairs and hooks!

These weeks have been mostly camping, so we had less interaction with other passengers when you go to shelters. As for our ration of "brush with the natives", undoubtedly the most authentic moment was our meeting with Rusty, and the feeling of hope in new generations left us. After a visit to a cave painting, which was compulsory to travel with a guide, it asked us if we could bring her son back to town (about 30 km). Although it was back 20 miles from our route, was more rewarding that way with Rusty (the kid, 15 years) that we came up with his "father" (which, according to Rusty was her uncle, who helped occasionally making guide, the days without cole). While the adult barely spoke English and we have learned four things from paintings to which guided us, plus tip at the end asked us, we asked for bread, and I asked the clock because I decided not to wear it around here (they are eyes). And we will be happy to contribute to the local economy, even though the sometimes service is penniless (understandably), but is essentially a feel sad for these people $ errant (although, again, it is also understandable that this generation has known.) In contrast, Rusty I file with us a totally genuine conversation, very interesting especially for the jump educational and curiosity and concern that is evident between him and his uncle (we, us much more conventional fraternal history, you see :-) In half an hour we talked of many things, we laugh, I keep surprising us with their very wise opinions on any subject, we try to charm their concern to pursue their dreams while being fully aware of the fact that he had had to live ... and, at parting, thanked us for the ride and wish you good journey, without the slightest hint of something else to try them out to tourists (although I'm sure it was clear that we had dazzled). Did new and promising to move this country!

And, taking advantage that we close our first country on the itinerary, I will introduce some fixed sections of the blog entries, which will see repeated throughout these months. For that to give some structure to my bricks, or else I'm aware that I roll it up too :-)

Useful information
Information
colorful, primarily logistics, for those who may be mulling possible vacation destinations. Supplemented with photos, I hope serve to encourage some!

Namibia is perfectly possible to do on your own. A specific% of sites (at least, and not necessarily that you should not miss for the world) are only available in 4x4 ... but whether in 4x4, as many people, or normal car (for about one third the price), you can walk comfortable, easy and financially on your own.

respect to the time of year, we are now in rainy season (December to April or so), and travel in this time has its advantages and disadvantages (while traveling during the dry season, the rest of the year as more or unless the situation is exactly reversed.) Pros: it's low season, accommodation is cheaper and also no need to book in advance, you can go where you get caught picking up on the fly. And safari areas are green and lush, an environment radically different from what we saw in Tanzania, and in its day and said it would be nice to see on occasion. Against: animals are harder to see, for two reasons - have much more water, so as to scatter much more (in dry season will shift closer to the pool and have no more than expected), and the vegetation leafy distinguishes them worse. The second drawback is that, as and where, after good rains the roads (remember, largely unpaved) become impassable. Or 4x4 or anything. One night it rained so we woke up in what he called a new form of "water bed" because the floor of our store ... floated =: - /

we eat (and drink)

In Namibia we have very little frequented restaurants. For starters, no more than 4 people with authority, so that the cuisine with some variety is very limited. The times we have dined "out", however, we left happy, although not as cheap as South Africa (like everything else, Namibia is a semi-cheap destination only). Worthy of mention:

- Game meat, such as Kudu, Oryx or Impala.
- The biltong, jerky kind of deer (Kudu among others) that are eaten as pipes, we (and this rich)
- A round zucchini, prepared more like a pumpkin (boiling), which like ours, the truth is that they are not so tasty.

For drinks, you can imagine that Namibia is not wine country (though if any, any, as in Lanzarote, but of course ...). The beer is rich and that if it's cheap stuff ;-) And non-alcoholic, Eva has been engaged in an apple soda called Appletisser, and I returned to my childhood every time I took a Mirinda.

What happens to us over the head

One of the attractive aspects of a trip like this, although it may seem paradoxical, is that you have lots of downtime transfers, wait, no of "Stand elessstronicosss" as the tv, etc. In that time, basically you can only do 3 things: read, talk or think. Well, okay, there is also a fourth ... but still many hours left for the other 3 ;-) With regard to reading, both books have begun to travel, of course, they were gifts. One of them, interestingly, relates a journey that we do near the end of our year (through the Amazon river, at least in part), and is very contrasting to be reading about a culture and nature so radically different from what we see here .

But reflections and conversations we have (between us or more people) are also an intrinsic part of the journey, and from time to time share some with you all.

In Namibia we have talked enough about the pace of work of the people, and the concept of "use of time." From our Western point of view, it is amazing the capacity for doing nothing, to see the day. Eva says that gave a book to everyone. How can they not be concerned? The restless, "born or made? Perhaps a bit of both: one is born restless, and without the passage of time will reward your curiosity, promote your quality of "being restless, do not you think? Finally, it is clear that the time is short and worth taking, it is not so easy is to find the ideal way to use it, it is clear that there is no universal definition (varies with culture).

Another recurring aspect is what I would call "bureaucratization of work." I mean, is very clear that jobs do not appear to be threatened as play is play, or the salary depends on how much or how well they work. In many cases the face to the public service is clearly improved very obvious ways, and viewed from any perspective (not necessarily through the prism of Western perfectionism). In general, tourist information services to the people he runs you have to get the words out with pincers, I go out or anything but after a while you realize the service penniless. In general, these kinds of posts are usually public, but not always. In contrast, it is significant that as "fight" at the pump because you choose your supplier, and you wash the glass thoroughly, and that his salary is entirely the tip you give them.

As far as I'm concerned personally, I think I never in my life have I had such a relaxed mind, so empty. Those who know me know that almost always running at 1000 per hour, giving short stroll to the many issues at hand (work and rest), and always attentive to the environment to attract more topics that give good atmosphere. As I say, is new to me, and rather strange (although I'm sure I'll get used :-), have all day to resolve the 4 logistic problems that we may have. Unfortunately, is also taking a side effect anything entertaining.

After the death of my mother, I now realize that returning to routine and keep your mind occupied (more like hyper-busy) helped me to gradually overcome their loss. These days, with no inertia to direct my thoughts, I find myself continually be reminded of it, and their absence makes me much more obvious (and painful) while thousands of miles from home. I would love to tell you all the beautiful places we are seeing the unique experiences that we are living, and she had enjoyed. So his memory comes to me unexpectedly, like a magical moment in the Kalahari in the peace and scenic beauty were almost intoxicating, and vacuuming after a few minutes in silence to mourn Eve broke thinking as I'd like to share with my mother. Some nights also are hard, because for some reason to lie on the bed, what comes to mind is that last week at his side, and his last hours.

Anyway, I feel these last lines as tear gas, but if we are faithful to the intention of making this "glob" on personal and real story of our year, not only beautiful but also tell him at least pretty. Although in the end I had no strength or time to make an entry with the dedication, know that this blog is dedicated to it and your photo is presided. The sorely missed.
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Well, and finally, I return to the thread start and the novelty of lead and 31 of our 366 Saturday. Planning to go on the run and field, we realize that some initial intentions still need to debug and adjust to the possibilities that we are (eg rainy season in Botswana will be complicadilla). And, moreover, arise imponderables on which we have no control and force us to reschedule (if you have not got beyond the news about political instability in Madagascar, which has many overtones of falling off the itinerary :-( We are evaluating Southafrica extend some alternatives, a short stay in Swaziland, Mozambique and fundamentally. If anyone knows these or other countries in the area ("Zambia?," Leshotho?, "Malawi? ... Because Zimbabwe is also complicadillo), or knows someone who knows and can recommend (or otherwise) any of them or other close (Mauritius is another option, if not the exclusive preserve of the resorts) ... We are all ears!

is all from Namibia, chao! Juan & Eva

Saturday, February 7, 2009

Speech By Son For 50th Wedding Anniversary

A Very Special Children

honest man considers things from the point of view of justice, the common man, from the point of view of interest.
green surrounded by bright colors game with the butterflies in this lovely forest in the middle of the mountains. Lying contemplate the fall of the drops in the placid mantle of flowers and grass that serves as my magic mattress. I feel the spring the smell of wet earth. In the background I hear the croaking of many frogs or a bird on a twig. I close my eyes, smile ...
The sweet voice of my mother whispers my name ...
- Hajira arise, it is time we
... I open my eyes, a bright light blinded my eyes, I can barely open them. My body no longer it feels so light, so free, pain pervades every cell of my body. Slowly back to regain the vision, now it begins to darken. I look scared that my hands are dirty with a black substance, my clothes, my whole body. I turn my head and my that is also dirty.
- Where are we mom?
- We are in Dhaka, at home.

His smile is different, you wonder where they are distraught flowers, where is the field, she turns her head and says,
- Hajira was just a dream ...

lives in Dhaka, capital of Bangladesh. With only 8 years Hajira works by extracting the stem carbon batteries for recycling. Carbon and zinc rather pervasive and cause infection by inhalation, vomiting, stomach ulcers, skin rashes, nausea and anemia. With a working day of 14 hours a day, Hajira is paid with 10 cents per 1000 rods clean.
Zolsaihan: You'd think that the fault lies with the multinationals who abuse third world countries ... I will not deny (the proof is evident) and add, still most of the governments that allow their people to be treated well. They cut our forests, foul our water and our air. Our comfort us from fighting, when we speak of effort, struggle, surrender, suffering, we turn to sit in our comfortable armchair. (Hope is never lost, there are angels among us) ...

Tuesday, February 3, 2009

Menorah Candles Online

Thoughts for a rainy day Felt Hearts

trees looked so majestic, so strangely impervious to the paved streets and traffic.

Their roots are sunk deep down, deep in the earth, and their tops are stretched to the heavens. We have our roots in the earth, and it must be so, but we adhere to the land, only a few rise to the heavens. They are the only creative and happy, the others are destroyed and damaged each other on this land so beautiful, with insults and habladurĂ­as.Uno also has to be open and just live the past if it must be lived, but not can fight it. It should be noted without clinging to it too. The experience of every year, pain and happiness, and unfortunate disasters
Proyectaos flashes too distant future, far from the present, but the needed to understand atenci'no is always present. In attention there is always a sense of imminence. Having clarity about one's intentions implies a very arduous task, the attention is like a flame, constantly urging one to understand. Clarity on this is all that is needed, but is not as easy as it sounds. You have to clear the field for the new seed, and once it is planted, its own strength and vitality create the fruit and seed the next.
Outward beauty can never be permanent, always breaks if there is no inner joy and happiness. We grow externally, and pay little attention to what happens under the skin, but it is always imposed internal to the external. Is the worm in the apple which destroys the freshness of the apple.
Think of how important it is to be innocent, having an innocent mind. The experiences are inevitable, perhaps necessary, and life is a series of experiences, but the mind does not need to load their own cumulative experiences, each experience can be washed and kept innocent at no charge. This is important, otherwise the mind can never be fresh, alert and flexible. The problem is not "like" keep your mind flexible, the "how" is the search for a method and the method can never bring innocence to the mind can make it methodical, but never innocent, creative.
Thought has a root or roots, thought itself is the root. The reaction must exist, otherwise there is no death; but the problem is to see that this reaction does not extend its roots into the present or future. The thought is bound to emerge, but it is essential to notice and to end it immediately. Thinking about thinking, examine it, play around it, is to extend it, root it. It's really important to understand. See how the mind thinks about thinking, is to react to the fact, and the reaction is sadness, etc.
Start to feel sad, think about the future return, counting the days, etc, is to give real thought about the fact. So the mind takes root, and then picking it becomes another problem, another idea. Thinking ahead is to take root on the ground of uncertainty.
Zolsaihan: Drawing, I think if this is a dream and when "sleep" back to reality, I breathe, I write on this rainy day in winter.