Tuesday, August 17, 2010

Body System Does Tendonitis Effect

Easter in Roquetas de Mar.

What does not come in Guides

was ten in the morning of Palm Sunday when we left Alcaudete direction to Almeria.
A new tunnel on the A-92 and now they ...,) (..., us back the old route of Guadix, from Alcala la Real and Iznalloz. The idea is to stop at the stalls of pottery, which is walking distance from highway and Purullena height.

True fun stop at these sites, especially when there is a bareto which take a resopón, but in no way going to find these positions some bargain souvenirs and ceramics. The paradox is that we bought a clay pot for use on the hob, a few weeks later, we find, much cheaper, in the Horseshoe Hardware Alcaudete.


Once on the highway that took us to Almeria, we saw the amount of snow that shone on the tops of the mountains, heralding the cold days that remained. For some time we wanted to make this journey, through the capital, in order to eat tapas in one of the many sites in Almeria is, not too complicated to us, we went to the park recently built and has outputs Purchena the door. There is very close to the Plaza de las Flores, copada Torreluz by hotels, and in the tavern of one of them we got scarlet and gold.
return during the week to walk the streets of this beautiful city, we will come to the promenade, that was it, a promenade and now is a great ride that ends in the sea. The institute where I did the bachelor, the Plaza de San Sebastian, Murcia Street and Granada Street, the Street of Shops, which has seen better times, the cathedral, the Alcazaba and the Royal Street that ends at the park and port , not forgetting a visit to the Virgen del Mar and its surrounding streets, with that peculiar architecture that is slowly disappearing to my chagrin.

Our destination was the Hotel Hesperia Sabinal Roquetas, hotel has had better days, but still gives his own, careful cap management to keep it all year, with all that entails, so we will not complain. We plan to visit all the area within seven days we'll be staying at this place and that starts at the very moment of our arrival, so that first evening was devoted to explore the waterfront and the area of \u200b\u200bhousing estates, as they call it.

I have lived in Almería between 1955 and 1965, there did throughout high school, and I never stopped going there because my wife is Almeria, so I know the area. I remember hitchhiking trip I made, with fifteen years, from Granada to Almeria on the coast and I can assure you from Balanegra to Almeria, through the Cañarete, was almost lunar landscape, even better, as in some western movies , where, in a desert flat with mountains in the background, is circulated through a long, narrow and bumpy road, crossed at times by those big balls of dried weeds and roots that the wind carries. under a sky scorching and where no other living creature that presaged the odd lizard. In the distance a small village where they gathered, a gas station, the small barracks of the Guardia Civil, a rickety roadside hotel and a few Cortijillos. It was not yet time greenhouses and farmers called "the zecanos" to arable land. I'm talking about the Ejido de Dalias in the sixties, nothing to do with the current Ejido, that despite the economic crisis, is an emporium of wealth and where there are more banks and savings banks per square kilometer of Andalusia. I reflect on this fact and ceases to amaze me that fifty years ago was the most poor and depressed area of \u200b\u200bAndalusia and is now the ultimate in greenhouse agriculture and tourist areas, leaving far behind other parts of Andalusia by sixties were considered wealthy, as the province of Jaén without going any further.

El Ejido was that an ejido de Dalias and Dali is now almost the same as it was fifty years ago, so, paradoxes of life, one could say that Dali is a schedule or neighborhood of Ejido.

The Town Hall Square, the Municipal Market, its bustling streets are long and impressive, full of shops and services left up to the idea that fifty years ago was quite a dry and lonely wasteland.

The coast is Ejido Almerimar and I remember that back then there was almost nothing, especially when compared to the magnificent beach resort in which it has become. It has one of the most beautiful marinas I have seen and is a joy to stroll along the docks next the mooring of yachts.

Today it is impossible to drive through that long and lonely road in the sixties, the whole area is a vast city, where no buildings are plastic, ie greenhouses, in which products are grown orchard takes European and English markets. I remember in the carreterilla of those times were, before boarding the Cañarete, a sign indicating that right was to Roquetas de Mar, without seeing or far off the population. Today there is a round plaza surrounded by large buildings, which indicates that it is an impressive avenue towards the center of the city and the coast.

Roquetas is impressive, from its well-kept avenues to major hotels, shopping centers, the Auditorium, the arena, the congress and its port are worth visiting, and we do several times during the week that we are in the area. In its market find "présules" as they call for peas and freshly caught without shelling. Delicacy to eat raw, garlic, tortilla or in any way. Nothing to do with green pellets those who sell frozen in supermarkets. Almería
water in the sixties was clean but salty and devilishly bad, so that while we drank, it did not help my mother to make the pulses, and that is why buying water in wooden carts carrying the capital from the villages of Enix, Felix and a spring called "Fuente de los Alamos" located in the municipality of Gador, Araoz water. This memory encouraged me to visit these locations and test your water so a morning stroll through these small towns that still retain the charm of another era.

leave by the end Aguadulce, a secluded harbor and a coastal town with a pleasant promenade from which there is Roquetas de Mar, Aguadulce camp when I was a tender child of eleven years old. Needless to say no There was nothing all there today. Back
Alcaudete market went through the Angels of Almeria and we got a Ranchillo fresh fish glad our kitchen and our palate the next two days.

Monday, August 16, 2010

Tattos After Pregnancy

Sunset at Cabo de Gata


Oil on canvas pasted on cardboard, 1984,

Thursday, August 12, 2010

Fire Red Gpsphone Hacks

Icon of St. Nicholas

Table with oil, tempera, gold leaf and glass beads (2000)

Wednesday, August 11, 2010

Broken Capilliaries On Face Help




"But let the fiery human tears fall one by one in your heart, and that it remain not brush it off, until the pain has faded to the cause. "




is time to move forward, not to oppose the flow protester who looks reborn, after finding this empty space so vast that intended to happiness, cooperation and trust. I crossed a mountain range hidden in shadows, shutting my eyes, clouding my mind leaving it naively create chaos in an acid lake feelings but passengers who failed to make bigger karmic shaped network which remained tied. And if my heart was suspended in the inhanición, I confess it was for the good fortune or perhaps a reward than a decade Amor came back settling down, waiting for the day of stray bullets, the day Maya attacked us, leaving us homeless and without a mission in the world, that day consumed their fruits that kept me alive, electrified, linear pulling me from the abyss normal.

When you reach the bottom, there are two options: adapting to a foreign environment, or the tedious way up, but there are mountains to climb, there are others that must be defeated.


If I've got here is not mere chance, if I have the brain of a child who knows that to speak is no need for automatic sounds of affirmation or denial, but simply being, not within that existentialist, but rather within that of the eternal soul over the years to come rising up to the yoke sensory. I still do not want to grow, if that's what they call growing ...... For what?.

This backflow reaches inevitable, can I adapt to this way and if I should accept the public maximum that one is free to dream, but not to live in the dream. Growing well ...? for what? rather lead to end this awkward body to see what lies beyond and in any case again, they are only assumptions, I have no other to overcome the lion and bring him to live with my eternal soul of a dog, walk the trail where we have become. The

Leadership is very fragile, the power of darkness and destroyer of the real is not irelevante as I thought, and if me is to succumb again or take them where no one has come before, has always been my nature to venture by the two roads, the survivor feel, knowing the dark reality that proclaim and aspire to those most alienated are not living a dream, this great dream of God within, of possessions in the center and decide what is right or wrong.

I am a simple man seasoned in rich mentally retarded and placed in the spotlight as the son of a KING, I'll try that after so much love, tears without rinsing and walk a bit quiet have mercy on me and realize that I am but one more than vibrates everywhere desperately trying to change that ........

If an unquestionable certainty is that the river can not deny the inevitable encounter with the sea.





! Broder Always with me!

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Friday, August 6, 2010

Jeff Hardy New Look 2010

La Cruz de Caravaca

May 2, it's Sunday and almost dark.

On the terrace of a waterfront bar Adra, two couples chatting animatedly with a few beers and tapas of grilled dried octopus.

Son, Joseph and Yoli with Indalecio and Marimar. Yoli Indalecio brother of natural and Adra. Marimar is the Ejido in the west of Almeria and is married to Indalecio. Alcaudete Jose is in the province of Jaén, and shares his life with Yoli waiting for their first child in September.
Indalecio and Joseph met by the military in Viator, became good friends and on several occasions spent together some military permits Adra. There he met Joseph at the Yoli, got engaged and eventually married to live in a discreet and modern apartment near the port of Adra.
Jose makes a living with a greenhouse that is close to the highway that leads to Almeria and Indalecio is professor of literature at the secondary school Abdera. Marimar
bends down and picks up a small soil Cruz de Caravaca that had caught his attention because of its silver reflection.
- What's that girl?
- I think it is a Cross of Caravaca. Joseph
A striking and it asks Marimar. Thoroughly clean considering the brightness and says
- For my country use this cross to avoid the evil eye on the kids ... psst ... superstitions.
- Wow, and here again what do you think? -
Indalecio replied.
- is a very rare cross is not it? - question Joseph.
- not so rare - Indalecio answers - is a cross of the patriarchal callers who have one foot and two parallel beams and uneven in Caravaca is preserved in a reliquary shaped like a horizontal double-arm cross, almost eight inches high with the appearance of a large chest. If you want to tell his legend.
Joseph nodded forward, so Indalecio took the floor again.
- La Vera Cruz, so it is called, appeared in the castle of Caravaca on May 3, 1232 ... I mean ... tomorrow is his birthday ... and there is revered for eight centuries. at that time Ferdinand III reigned in Castile and Jaime I of Aragón. In Murcia the contrary was by then a Taifa kingdom, so in that time Caravaca was dominated by the Moors.
is said that between the years 1230 and 1231, was the Almohad king of Valencia and Murcia, Caravaca their possessions. Being interested in the trades exercised a group of Christians who had arrested recently to devote to the necessities and more suited to their skills. He ordered them to be interrogated in his presence on the abilities of each.
say that he was among the captives, a priest named Gines, who had come from Cuenca to the land ruled by the Moors for the purpose of exercising the apostolate. when questioned replied that his job was to say Mass, and the Moorish king wanted to know where such work was. Were sent to bring the necessary ornaments and May 3, 1232, in one of the rooms of the castle, the priest began the service. But very early on, had to stop because the altar was missing something essential: a crucifix. At that moment, a window of the enclosure, two angels descended from heaven and placed the double cross arm carrying on the altar. The priest was able to continue with the liturgy and the Eucharist celebrated. Faced with such wonderful events, the Almohad king converted to Christianity along with his entourage.

say that after a few years it became known that the cross that left the Angels in Caravaca was Vera Cruz had been in the breastplate of the first patriarch of Jerusalem, Bishop Robert, made with pieces of wood the cross where Jesus Christ was sacrificed.
During the rest of the evening, the entire conversation revolved around the same subject, until near dawn decided to retire to rest.

May 3, Monday at eight o'clock. Yoli

fired in the front door to Joseph, who is going to go through River Bridge to pick up some fertilizer in the Hortocampo before going to the greenhouse. Joseph has spent a night of nightmares, you know who drank more beers account and Caravaca Crosses were mixed with Templar warriors and warlords fighting the Moors in their dramatic sleep furiously. These issues always liked and I love listening to his brother when he tells stories and legends that is well placed. Start with difficulty
old Land Rover and headed towards the old road to Almeria. A Joseph loves going through this stretch of road full of old trees, their trunks limed for drivers to see well, are awesome, they give good shade and a pleasant sensation of freshness.


Suddenly Joseph feel kind of dizzy, sees some flashes of light and huge trees seem reflected in a pond of water that makes waves. Gently slows but does not stop at all for his vision returns to normal. Rubs eyes and restores calm ... until after a few miles down to the roadside. Some time ago left behind the large trees, does not recognize their surroundings and what he mosque is a sign indicating a detour to Lorca and Aguilas ... all states that followed the road that driving is going to Caravaca and Murcia.

was off to the Repsol petrol station next to it and check in disbelief Campsa guide that goes in the glove box ... in fact is at the junction of the C-330 with the C-3211, which will Lorca.
- This is crazy - muses - How could I get here? Sale
car and ask the gas station. No doubt. Traveling on the N-340 near Adra and without knowing how it appeared in another road full of the same type of trees, their trunks limed in some ten kilometers from Caravaca. Watch the clock ... and are the eight twenty.

May 4 Tuesday, nine o'clock.

whole day before it happened in Caravaca, visited the castle and the basilica Cross, has roamed the city at parties, have told the story of the horses came and was able to see them. was ecstatic watching the parade of Moors and Christians, and after sleeping badly, Land Rover, Joseph, left for Lorca to take the highway to take you home. A while ago I went through the section of the big trees ... but nothing happened. In Barranda turned and now resigned, he goes back to Adra.
- Where have you been - the Yoli roared across the phone - I have to explain many things you know?
- Yeah ... yeah ... not going to believe you ... but hey, if you believe what your brother said about angels brought the Cross of Caravaca coming through the window of the castle, do not know why you're not going to believe me ...

Can I Return Something To Macy's Without A Box?

Pilar Salazar Martinez, my paternal grandmother

My grandson Mario

My grandparents have been so important for me to consider it a disgrace that a person does not have these memories.

Pilar Salazar Martinez was my paternal grandmother was born in Alcaudete, Jaén province, on Wednesday, January 3, 1883. I can say little or nothing of their childhood or adolescence, I can not even say exactly how many siblings he had. His parents were Juan Salazar Carrillo and Ana Martínez Vigil and his brothers I only met his sister Dolores who was the mother and Manuela Amparo Bermudez de Castro, the late mother of Salido Bermúdez de Castro, Eduardo, "Bobes" and other sisters and brothers.
also met a brother of my grandmother whose name was Henry and that was lame from a stone, which was hit in the knee when he was a lad. I remember his bent figure, always with his crutch with a permanent smile and very kind to me when he came by the house to visit my grandmother.


The August 22, 1914 she married my grandfather Edward and had two children, my father and my uncle Eduardo Manuel. Pilar
My grandmother was a very special woman, professional tailor and shirt-up own workshop was beyond what we now mean by retirement age and with her learned to sew a number of women Alcaudete, the "girls" as she told them. All sitting in wicker chairs, backless, which we called "monkeys" and that there is still some in my backyard.

The task of stitching should be a passion for her because he did nothing in his life, that and make the food, though she ate very little. Offal rice with chicken broth and smoked by the olive tree wood used as firewood and tomatillo fried, very oily, with chorizo \u200b\u200band eggs, live on in my memory as delicious.
She was small and small, with those round glasses glasses that were slowly moving toward the tip of his nose. He sat, sewing, to the left of the exit to the backyard, where there was (and still is), a lush jasmine, which, for the summer evenings, they gathered their flowers to make bows or biznagas they wore on the lapel of his blouse men of the family or friends.
remember her with the needle in his hand, putting together the front of an American or shaping the neck of a poplin shirt, singing in a feeble voice, the couplet area Flor which perpetuates Raquel Meller. Another
marimba let out a soft voice were some stanzas which read as follows:

- Do you like carnations?
- Well, yes!
- If I's a gift, make me an ugly?

Al over the years I knew it was a scene composed of Venancio and Isidra, characters from "The Saint of the Isidra" a lyrical farce of manners in Madrid, to music by Tomás López Torregrosa and lyrics by Carlos Arniches.
I also remember another song that repeated with some leave Argentina ...

- The day of the wedding
tipo'e cassock said:
"The arena is always
keep your whore."
And you interpret things backwards
,
what I'll keep
is what you want? ...
... If broken face
train plan to continue,
"May Day"
will call you.

Not long ago I was surprised to hear the voice of Carlos Gardel and then I know it was the tango "lazy", written by Manuel Romero and Luis Bayon Herrera, with music by Enrique Delfino. I do not know where and how my grandmother learned that song.

Among the memories of my childhood, I get a tin Carousel, placed on a chest of the living room to receive and to let me play on rare occasions and two large cardboard horses, the newest, hanging from the ceiling in the stairwell of the house.
The backyard was split into two parts, the first with his vine at the entrance of the stove, was landscaped with flower beds and paved, the second part was aimed at the building blocks for water and toilets to store firewood támaras of olive and fig tree of considerable size which I liked to climb. A headache for my grandmother!
also remember a bowl of water and ash in the background, where I used to enjoy getting a stick to remove it gently and observe the movement of ash into the liquid. I was older I knew that water was used as a bleach and then leave me not cloudy.
Another thing that fascinated me was watching my grandmother, and rocked the iron of coal to stoke the embers contained. When it reached the proper temperature used it on a blanket and a white cloth placed on the round table. Sometimes helped by a heavy rounded table she used to iron the sleeves of jackets.

I also mentioned a wicker tray, flat, I retain as gold cloth that my grandmother used as a display of folded shirts and freshly ironed. Pilar
My grandmother wanted me to excesses and real passion, I was embarrassing the way she looked at me totally fascinated and I had no other to remain by his side as I stroked and looked at me with rapture. I also liked very much and life chances of today live in what was his home.
Only in his hand and his company, I dared to approach a large box that was in his bedroom: the souls in Purgatory ... these naked men and women, with rueful faces and the flames caused me real dread.
His life was a life working from dawn to dusk and only in the evening, dressed in black, of course, helmeted the veil and the Carmelite church, to pray the rosary, while fanning looking boldly to some and others already which no doubt "..., heard to ask ... you of who you are ... "
All his life he complained of stomach, "I have heartburn," he repeated, with discomfort and took a slip of paper with baking. About to turn eighty, my father took her to the doctor in Almeria, where we lived back then. Would not be surprised that heartburn ... nothing, so he had his whole life was a lack of acid in the stomach and digestion was so deeply flawed, so my father repeated over and over again ... , "heartburn? heartburn?, acenoche is what you have"
I also spoke to you, is what I heard, but not so I had a relationship distant with my grandparents, on the contrary.

The last years of his life had little contact with her, he wrote letters from Barcelona to read and reread again and again. He lost Sight and almost could not sew, so his character is somewhat soured and of course my grandfather was paid to Edward, who became angry when called "mackerel" and scolded him saying ... "enjoy friyéndome blood. " He had the misfortune to fall and break your hip, not the surgery and died, in 1967, after many days between moans. Were other times, but that does not justify the cruelty of his final. Do not know if will be Glory but amply deserved, what do believe is that one is a bit alive as it enters the memory of someone. On this side my grandmother Pilar is very much alive because not a day goes by that does not remember and think about it.