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one morning was a typical Sunday, a little before noon. After several cloudy days, Lima was sunny. I must admit that while summer is not my favorite season, have a sunny morning is something that cheers the spirits. He returned

literally walking to buy four things self-service is a few blocks away. He had a small bag in hand, all purchases that fit into one bag.

I came across a man and a woman came talking. When they passed by my side, I sensed that spoke in Portuguese. I thought my friend Elisa , and remembered the days he was in Lima a few months ago.

Go two blocks. In front of me walking in the same sense that I three boys. Speak up between them. Coincidentally, also speak Portuguese. In this, one of them turned, looked at me and asked if the shopping was close. As I asked him in Castilian, in Castilian cross-examination what he wanted to buy. The second I said with a mixture of Portuguese and Castilian: "We are looking LarcoMar . perto É?" being close . Indeed, as I go there, walk together I said.

told me that they are in Sao Paulo, that Sunday was his last day in Peru, the trip had lasted ten days in total, the day before had returned from Puno, which had affected the height, which had previously been in Cusco, who had made two days of the Inca Trail to Machu Picchu had fascinated. All this in the time it takes to walk half a block.

In the second half block, the third LarcoMar I asked if there were places to eat. So many , I told myself. "Japanese food? Of course, if .

When we reached the point where I should turn, I pointed to where they should go before turning left. Hence, should follow the street to a traffic light, cross the road and it would be LarcoMar.

three were fired making me good-bye. I answered the same way. Guess who came LarcoMar well. I hope they arrived safely LarcoMar.

say that for every tourist who feels well treated, are ten more. Hopefully, this brief encounter with the three São Paulo São Paulo will bring 30 more. And if it is not (never will) at least helped them get to where they wanted.

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Happy Thanksgiving!

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happened on a Sunday "Three years is not nothing? Other gems more

the song says that 20 years is nothing. By contrast, today this blog is three years old, I can say that three years is a lot. More than a lot.

Three years ago, I started with Six January, it was without much conviction. Almost by obligation. Today, with 162 posts published, 39 fans and over 2,000 comments I can say that I regret having started. It has become a means to express ideas and to listen to ideas expressed by others. It has helped me to meet people and for those people I know. Three years after sharing stories sometimes inconsequential I can say that it is true that we all have a story to tell.

This post will be short. And I finish here, inviting them to read the first post of this whole adventure. It's called Journey to the Past . ---------------

Today Saturday November 20 Renzo celebrates 200 posts published on his blog and also his birthday. From here I send a greeting, and I appreciate the reference to January Six in celebratory post. Many more indicators that are eaten where rich (and where not).

Milena Velba &miosotis

Almost inadvertently, found other more beads. To enlarge photos, you must click on the image.

Poor the young Queen Victoria. It seems that when Prince Albert died, he also lost just one of her many dresses. By the way the text is written, I do not think that concern was devastated.

Sorry for the irony, but is that this film and few things surprise me.

Could it be that the color of syrup can vary occasionally ?

to have met with the Church. It is a pity that a picture is so beautiful and so well done talk of creatures rather than creatures. Does anyone else may have noticed?

Anna Who is this love that causes a type this message with stones? The photo was taken from atop the cliff overlooking the Pacific Ocean in the Miraflores Malecon.

And finally, direct from the Riviera Maya, a tautology literature. This image is courtesy of a frequent reader of this blog who spent several days there and had the grace to take the picture I have one especially for coming. --------------

Rammenas website published an English version of the story I posted on this blog with the title Brown.

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Festival posts: my two cents

Global Voices in English has interest in promoting blogging and promote networks of bloggers, and it was thought that a good way to do this can be through of the popular "Festival of Blogs."

As I am part of the great community of volunteers from Global Voices, in English as Castilian, was simply a matter of time before I was asked to participate in the Festival Blogs . So here I am, almost as Lope de Vega (with apologies to compare myself with talent, size) with the mandate of Violante: in my life I've been in this predicament.

The festival's theme is' Blogs and Cyber-Activism. " What do I know this issue? For the truth very little, if almost Socratic admit that I know nothing (again I apologize for this new boldness).

I think it's the first time publicly admit to have only a vague idea of \u200b\u200bwhat the Web 2.0. I do not know what programs are open source. I do not know what an RSS feed or a podcast. My ignorance is so great that those few are the only issues that come to mind.
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that, I'm not on Facebook, and even if I suggest it to the best of good intentions, I will not be out there. I was once, for 24 hours, more by curiosity than conviction. And I confirmed that my resistance was justified. Not misunderstand me: respect for that if Facebook users and thank you to respect my wish not to walk through those neighborhoods. So let expressly stated that if I "found" out there, rest assured that someone has taken my name.

I'm not on Twitter. Maybe if my daily activities were fairly nteresantes isiquiera would consider opening an account, but as I feel that my normal life is not worth being summarized in 140 characters. Nor is it me wrong: I respect those who Tuitt and using this medium to keep others abreast of developments.

why I chose the title I chose for this post: my two cents. Literally, a contribution so small that hardly contributes. I have read interesting stories about people who made important changes that began when a situation presented online. Despite my ignorance on the subject, I can realize that none of this would be possible if there were no such mechanisms which operate almost entirely unaware. And I applaud the value of these ordinary citizens who one day decide it's time to say ENOUGH! Often risk themselves with the decision to become a cyber.

is they who have a story to tell in this Festival of Blogs. From here, I extend my gratitude.

Note: I invite you to see my latest post, with more gems .

My Christmas Present Was A Caning

Patchwork Brown

A woman walks next to a girl on the street. Could well be a mother and daughter. In it, she pulls out a cell phone and asks the girl:
- call your mother?

- Yes! - Answered the girl from applause and laughter.

After a pause:

- Mom? I love you. Chau.

End of call. Somewhere, a mother was the best moment of the day. ------------------

A man and a young woman going down the street. Each has a small puppy with their respective belts. Suddenly, in the opposite direction is another woman with another small dog. This puppy is alone freezes. The man asks,

- Could it be that our dog is afraid?
- It seems so, "replied the other woman, the one with the dog alone.

The young women and men across a laugh track and take their small dogs. The puppy is coming his way alone. ------------------

Two boys waiting their turn at the tail of a supermarket to pay his few purchases:
- Look, you just say "I invite you to eat ". If the skinny agree to the touch, perfect.
- Ya ...
- But if you ask "where do we go ?"... Mmm, I dunno, ah.
- ... ------------------

A man, a woman and a boy about 3 years are walking down the street. When you reach the corner, the man says

- What do children do to get to the corner?
- raise their hands! "Said the child joyfully, and joins the action to the word.

Both adults take the child, each one hand, and caught the three crossing the track. When you reach the other side, the loose and continue to walk all three together. ------------------

In a microphone, a woman finds a seat next to an older man. The man is trying unsuccessfully to clean your glasses with tiny ticket that proves you've paid your fare. The woman realizes, toilet paper out of his pocket and hands it to the Lord. He thanks you, clean your lenses without problem and puts. A women gets her down upon. On rising to leave, Mr. thank you again. She responds with a smile and soon got off the bus. Once down, turns to look at the bus and a window lets you see that Mr. goodbye to her with a cheerful wave of his hand. She returned the gesture in the same way.