(Visita villi-zaragozana)Berlín, ciudad imposible de visitar en una sola semana.
Nos vemos en un botellón en los Villis!!!
miércoles, 1 de agosto de 2007
Sachen für sehen
Porque a veces hay que dejar cosas por ver para volver a la ciudad:
(Visita villi-zaragozana)
Berlín, ciudad imposible de visitar en una sola semana.Foto de la lista que Magnum ( www.inpresiones.blogspot.com ) intentó realizar en su visita a Berlín la semana pasada. Cómo voy a ver todo lo que me queda de la ciudad en las tres semanas que quedan si ni siquiera él y Paula pudieron ver una lista en una semana??!!!
Nos vemos en un botellón en los Villis!!!
(Visita villi-zaragozana)Berlín, ciudad imposible de visitar en una sola semana.
Nos vemos en un botellón en los Villis!!!
jueves, 28 de junio de 2007
typisch Erasmus
Comenten y respondan a la siguiente pregunta:
Qué debe hacer un erasmus?
Was müsst ein Erasmus machen?
What should do an erasmus?
O que deve fazer um erasmus?
τι πρέπει να κάνει ένας ερασμίτης ;
Què ha de fer un erasmus?
Cosa deve face un erasmus?
Qué debe hacer un erasmus?
Was müsst ein Erasmus machen?
What should do an erasmus?
O que deve fazer um erasmus?
τι πρέπει να κάνει ένας ερασμίτης ;
Què ha de fer un erasmus?
Cosa deve face un erasmus?
jueves, 10 de mayo de 2007
Sonnenschutz
Wear sunscreen.
If I could offer you only one tip for the future, sunscreen would be it. The long-term benefits of sunscreen have been proved by scientists, whereas the rest of my advice has no basis more reliable than my own meandering experience. I will dispense this advice now.
Enjoy the power and beauty of your youth. Oh, never mind. You will not understand the power and beauty of your youth until they've faded. But trust me, in 20 years, you'll look back at photos of yourself and recall in a way you can't grasp now how much possibility lay before you and how fabulous you really looked. You are not as fat as you imagine.
Don't worry about the future. Or worry, but know that worrying is as effective as trying to solve an algebra equation by chewing bubble gum. The real troubles in your life are apt to be things that never crossed your worried mind, the kind that blindside you at 4pm on some idle Tuesday.
Do one thing every day that scares you.
Sing.
Don't be reckless with other people's hearts. Don't put up with people who are reckless with yours.
Floss.
Don't waste your time on jealousy. Sometimes you're ahead, sometimes you're behind. The race is long and, in the end, it's only with yourself.
Remember compliments you receive. Forget the insults. If you succeed in doing this, tell me how.
Keep your old love letters. Throw away your old bank statements.
Stretch.
Don't feel guilty if you don't know what you want to do with your life. The most interesting people I know didn't know at 22 what they wanted to do with their lives. Some of the most interesting 40-year-olds I know still don't.
Get plenty of calcium. Be kind to your knees. You'll miss them when they're gone.
Maybe you'll marry, maybe you won't. Maybe you'll have children, maybe you won't. Maybe you'll divorce at 40, maybe you'll dance the funky chicken on your 75th wedding anniversary. Whatever you do, don't congratulate yourself too much, or berate yourself either. Your choices are half chance. So are everybody else's.
Enjoy your body. Use it every way you can. Don't be afraid of it or of what other people think of it. It's the greatest instrument you'll ever own.
Dance, even if you have nowhere to do it but your living room.
Read the directions, even if you don't follow them.
Do not read beauty magazines. They will only make you feel ugly.
Get to know your parents. You never know when they'll be gone for good. Be nice to your siblings. They're your best link to your past and the people most likely to stick with you in the
future.
Understand that friends come and go, but with a precious few you should hold on. Work hard to bridge the gaps in geography and lifestyle, because the older you get, the more you need the people who knew you when you were young.
Live in New York City once, but leave before it makes you hard. Live in Northern California once, but leave before it makes you soft. Travel.
Accept certain inalienable truths: Prices will rise. Politicians will philander. You, too, will get old. And when you do, you'll fantasize that when you were young, prices were reasonable, politicians were noble and children respected their elders.
Respect your elders.
Don't expect anyone else to support you. Maybe you have a trust fund. Maybe you'll have a wealthy spouse. But you never know when either one might run out.
Don't mess too much with your hair or by the time you're 40 it will look 85.
Be careful whose advice you buy, but be patient with those who supply it. Advice is a form of nostalgia. Dispensing it is a way of fishing the past from the disposal, wiping it off, painting over the ugly parts and recycling it for more than it's worth.
But trust me on the sunscreen.
If I could offer you only one tip for the future, sunscreen would be it. The long-term benefits of sunscreen have been proved by scientists, whereas the rest of my advice has no basis more reliable than my own meandering experience. I will dispense this advice now.
Enjoy the power and beauty of your youth. Oh, never mind. You will not understand the power and beauty of your youth until they've faded. But trust me, in 20 years, you'll look back at photos of yourself and recall in a way you can't grasp now how much possibility lay before you and how fabulous you really looked. You are not as fat as you imagine.
Don't worry about the future. Or worry, but know that worrying is as effective as trying to solve an algebra equation by chewing bubble gum. The real troubles in your life are apt to be things that never crossed your worried mind, the kind that blindside you at 4pm on some idle Tuesday.
Do one thing every day that scares you.
Sing.
Don't be reckless with other people's hearts. Don't put up with people who are reckless with yours.
Floss.
Don't waste your time on jealousy. Sometimes you're ahead, sometimes you're behind. The race is long and, in the end, it's only with yourself.
Remember compliments you receive. Forget the insults. If you succeed in doing this, tell me how.
Keep your old love letters. Throw away your old bank statements.
Stretch.
Don't feel guilty if you don't know what you want to do with your life. The most interesting people I know didn't know at 22 what they wanted to do with their lives. Some of the most interesting 40-year-olds I know still don't.
Get plenty of calcium. Be kind to your knees. You'll miss them when they're gone.
Maybe you'll marry, maybe you won't. Maybe you'll have children, maybe you won't. Maybe you'll divorce at 40, maybe you'll dance the funky chicken on your 75th wedding anniversary. Whatever you do, don't congratulate yourself too much, or berate yourself either. Your choices are half chance. So are everybody else's.
Enjoy your body. Use it every way you can. Don't be afraid of it or of what other people think of it. It's the greatest instrument you'll ever own.
Dance, even if you have nowhere to do it but your living room.
Read the directions, even if you don't follow them.
Do not read beauty magazines. They will only make you feel ugly.
Get to know your parents. You never know when they'll be gone for good. Be nice to your siblings. They're your best link to your past and the people most likely to stick with you in the
future.
Understand that friends come and go, but with a precious few you should hold on. Work hard to bridge the gaps in geography and lifestyle, because the older you get, the more you need the people who knew you when you were young.
Live in New York City once, but leave before it makes you hard. Live in Northern California once, but leave before it makes you soft. Travel.
Accept certain inalienable truths: Prices will rise. Politicians will philander. You, too, will get old. And when you do, you'll fantasize that when you were young, prices were reasonable, politicians were noble and children respected their elders.
Respect your elders.
Don't expect anyone else to support you. Maybe you have a trust fund. Maybe you'll have a wealthy spouse. But you never know when either one might run out.
Don't mess too much with your hair or by the time you're 40 it will look 85.
Be careful whose advice you buy, but be patient with those who supply it. Advice is a form of nostalgia. Dispensing it is a way of fishing the past from the disposal, wiping it off, painting over the ugly parts and recycling it for more than it's worth.
But trust me on the sunscreen.
Mary Schmich
domingo, 15 de abril de 2007
kein Photo
Siempre andamos haciendo fotos a las cosas y a las personas para recordarlas, revivirlas, capturarlas en una imagen objetiva que intente ser lo más real posible, o ¿quizá no atienda tanto a la realidad? son típicas las expresiones "sonreid", "decid patata", "desde aqui, que se ve mejor" y otras tantas que se dicen justo antes del momento de apretar el botón; pero no nos damos cuenta de que lo importante no es capturar el momento, sino la sensación. Si no haces esto, la foto es inútil y tus recuerdos terminarán por ser falsos.
Últimamente he tenido un sueño dentro de un sueño y lo recuerdo como tal, un hecho subjetivo y difuso del que no conservo foto alguna.
Últimamente he tenido un sueño dentro de un sueño y lo recuerdo como tal, un hecho subjetivo y difuso del que no conservo foto alguna.
miércoles, 4 de abril de 2007
Fünf Spaniernen, eine Griechin und eine Portugiesin
Siete locos recorriendo las calles de Tallin y de Helsinki da para escribir mucho.Nuevas formas de ver las cosas, idiomas incomprensibles y extraños, gente haciendo cosas raras en la puerta de las iglesias, pajaros hambrientos, calles parecidas a Portugal, gente con cara de malos, vistas preciosas, cortes de manga griegos, barcos, iglesias, atardecer, buen tiempo, personajillos en el hostel, pescado, buena comida casera, saltos, fotos, risas, hidratación, publicidad, carrito de la compra lleno de maletas, ronquido, carrera, sauna, discoteca, tipicó, turisticó...
En fin, un fin de semana genial!!! Quién se apunta al próximo?
Beijinhos φιλάκια!!!!
jueves, 29 de marzo de 2007
lass uns mal nicht so übertreiben!
Imagen: ARC, marzo de 2006Si, la autora de este dibujo estudia arquitectura, para preservar su intimidad sólo pondremos las iniciales en el pie de foto (jejeje hay que decir a su favor que está hecho con el ratón y por la ventanita del messenger). Así es como ella veía mi erasmus el año pasado antes de venir, más o menos por estas fechas.
Hoy llevo puesta camiseta del dibujo.
Hoy llevo puesta camiseta del dibujo.
miércoles, 21 de febrero de 2007
Schöneswochenende Ticket
Aun no he dedicado ninguna entrada a los transportes alemanes, y he pensado que lo mejor sería relatar lo acontecido este finde pasado en el que Colonia me ofreció sus carnavales. Comienzo con el "Schöneswochenende Ticket" que consiste en que por el módico precio de 30€ cinco personas pueden pillar todos los trenes regionales que quieran un sábado o un domingo.
17/03/07 Berlin- Colonia. Seis de la mañana. Llego a Zoo. Espero a mis compis de viaje. No aparece nadie. Llamo por teléfono a Jose. Se ha quedado dormido. Las máquinas para sacar el Schöneswochenende está ocupadas. Estrés. Alguien acapara la máquina. Ocho españoles. Dos minutos antes, ticket conseguido. Comienza el viaje:
17/03/07 Berlin- Colonia. Seis de la mañana. Llego a Zoo. Espero a mis compis de viaje. No aparece nadie. Llamo por teléfono a Jose. Se ha quedado dormido. Las máquinas para sacar el Schöneswochenende está ocupadas. Estrés. Alguien acapara la máquina. Ocho españoles. Dos minutos antes, ticket conseguido. Comienza el viaje:
Rathenow - Stendal 07:03 - 07:28
Stendal - Wolfsburg 08:03 - 09:09
Colonia. Catedral, genial. Búsqueda de disfraz. Paseito por la calle principal. Pinturas, peluca y demás. Entrada en una carpa. Fiesta. Bebida.... (próxima publicación de entrada, se intentará publicar fotos, para variar: olvidé mi cámara...)
18/03/07 Colonia-Berlín. Cansados. Somnolientos. Comienza el viaje de regreso:
Köln Hbf - Dortmund Hbf 05:51 - 07:15
Dortmund Hbf - Minden(Westf) 07:55 - 09:30
Scheiße!!!! el último viaje no es verídico! el trén se retrasó. Al principio no fue muy traumático, dijimos "seguro que como ellos son los que tienen la culpa, nos mandan a Berlín en IC (como el AVE español". Imaginaos la situación: sin dormir, cansados, yo con la cara pintada de azul... en fín, un desastre. Al final como podeis seguir leyendo, no hubo IC y volvimos con nuestros trasbordos, eso sí, tras haber perdido por culpa del retraso nuestro ritmo habitual; así que el viaje sigue del siguiente modo:
Braunschweig Hbf - Stendal 14:24 - 15:51
Stendal - Rathenow 16:31 - 16:57
Rathenow - Berlin Zoologischer Garten 17:15 - 17:59
miércoles, 14 de febrero de 2007
Valentinstag
Después de un martes y trece, catorce de febrero... y yo sin mi media naranja!! Andandará?Miércoles y jueves exposición POP y el viernes intentaré irme a Colonia a los carnavales, la encontraré por alguno de estos lugares? ya os contaré :)
viernes, 2 de febrero de 2007
Mein Spanier Handy
Paso a transcribir los mensajes recibidos ayer desde el grupo Qtal en mi movil español:NINJAMON: "Q animal come piedras y vuela? El comepiedras volador!! jajaja"
NINJAMON: "Q pasa si tiras una piedra al cielo?Q se la come el comepiedras volador!! y con sto no os mortifico más por hoy! Besos"
GEMACAB: "K pasa si stán 7 bizcos y entra otro? Q meriendan, porque hay Bizcoho! me meo!"
NINJAMON: "Amos nenes, concurso de chistes absurdos! Quien da mas? Amos manolo, no te reprimas!"
GEMACAB: "k dice un pescado cuando cae d 1 quinto piso: AAAATTUUUUNNN! Va ganando el del bizcocho jeje ke buena soy"
MAGNUM: "Como se llama el peluquero del Papa?El pelapapas"
NINJAMON:"Se abre el telón, y se ve un carton dl tio d la bota sobre una mesa.Cómo se llama la peli? Es tinto básico!"
VAL:" Cual es el pez más dulce del mar? El peztiño!! jejeje! M meo! Sois los mejores, como sabeis lo q me gusta! Os quiero!"
MAGNUM: "Dos 00 por el desierto y se encuentran un 8 y le dice el 0 al otro `Joder, con esta calor y este con cinturón´
GEMALUQ:" K os habeis tomado?jeje el mejor el de tinto basico! aunq el de la val no lo he pillao... Se abre el telón y salen 3 gitanos y desaparece el telón! jaja ak mola?"
VAL: "Dice el periódico q miss Francia estudia letras.Ya va por la C!"
Y después de esto, sobran las palabras.... xD
Próximas entradas en el horno! Piso nuevo + viaje a Roma (en breve)
viernes, 12 de enero de 2007
Küche
1 taza de agua
1/2 taza de vinagre blanco
1/2 taza de azúcar
3 cucharadas de salsa de tomates
1 cucharadita de caldo de pollo
1 cucharadita de maicena
Mezcle los ingredientes en una cazuela, póngalos a hervir y que la salsa se vuelva espesa.
Nota: la maicena es renomendable, aunque no imprescindible. El caldo de pollo se puede eliminar de la receta, aunque también se puede cambiar por unos granitos de avecrem.
Nota: la maicena es renomendable, aunque no imprescindible. El caldo de pollo se puede eliminar de la receta, aunque también se puede cambiar por unos granitos de avecrem.
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