Nah, just the "blame" for this input is Genin, who also said share incursions by the Monte Urgull of San Sebastian, but probably at different times of spacetime.
As one of the first entries you wrote publish it occurred to me to continue idling, we enter Holy Week and we have to be at all. ..... Well I understand. .... Wow, guauuuul, auuuuu. I have another pending reissued soon you can see.
My moment of morning meditation. Is when I think how lucky I am
THE CEMETERY OF THE ENGLISH
It's funny that a name so sad could bring me such good memories, but it is. This was a of my favorite spots during the boring summers spent in San Sebastian. Those childhood summers were boring as my mother had me in shackles because of my age. She took me to the beach in the morning and sometimes I bought the odd gum that lasted me about a week. On the beach and enjoyed quite amused me much at sea. I played with some girls much older than me and his brother much lower. I seem to remember their names: Isabel, Aurora and Joseph.
In a "trolley" like this, crammed with all the beach gear. So every day, round trip, except when they fell pikes peak.
And we complain now? It was a fortune to know those hard times, now makes relativize many issues.
They were
Pamplona, \u200b\u200bEstafeta street dwellers and summer Euzkadi. The good of Marietta (my mother) was a lynx, highly charged had to go to the beach bag and a little girl to move from the center of the city to the beach Ondarreta in trolleybus, and to throw an umbrella over his shoulder. It is the Engineering to find a nerd to let him share his, and he found it gave shade to change gab and the way the girl was entertaining. The average lap wet in a crowded trolley was a lesser evil.
Ondarreta beach. The small, a servant.
And we complain now? It was a fortune to know those hard times, now makes relativize many issues.
They were
Pamplona, \u200b\u200bEstafeta street dwellers and summer Euzkadi. The good of Marietta (my mother) was a lynx, highly charged had to go to the beach bag and a little girl to move from the center of the city to the beach Ondarreta in trolleybus, and to throw an umbrella over his shoulder. It is the Engineering to find a nerd to let him share his, and he found it gave shade to change gab and the way the girl was entertaining. The average lap wet in a crowded trolley was a lesser evil.
All this has almost nothing to do with the English cemetery, unless both belong to the city where endless summer during my childhood. Perhaps it can not come in without explaining the circumstances that surrounded him and invariably the first event I've always factor involved is the mother.
The English cemetery
The English cemetery
not remember how I discovered that cemetery, but it certainly was not with Marieta. When I loosened the shackles that I could go for a walk in the evenings with some native neighbors that led me to play for the Monte Urgull. As the raids in the mountains have always been part of my wildest dreams, I found Urgull a real mountain, with roads full of wild berries and pinks. He must be looking for pinks that I came across those gravestones. I liked to read those names in English and imagine all sorts of adventures at their expense. This small cemetery was full of those trophies that I loved floral get even at the expense lost my stability. Some also another huge rat crouched by and gave me the chance to play chasing them to their burrows with the first stick he found on the site. They were gray and ugly, but they offered me the opportunity to feel strong and brave.
The English cemetery
berries were not always mature, some, most were not ripe, but if you were black , before the Zampara other, there I was. He ended up liking him if he fell any bitterness and I knew mature glory. Year after year he visited the graves of those of my fellow teachers, their names were so close to me . It was a little shady to me seemed wonderful, almost every evening they visited. Addition the fact that the cemetery was being held did not frequently visited, which increased its value. This had much to do with that I fancied consider SS as the city of my dreams: blue sea, green hills and romantic loneliness child feel valued by double away from the shackles. What more could I ask a renegade that city the capital?
Sueve Vista privileged
I have several evenings walking through this place on the Cantabrian coast, situated in a valley between the Picos de Europa and mountains of Sueve, both protected natural areas of great beauty and no more than 20 km . from the nearest beach, where I have called home. For one of the roadside overlook multiple clusters of berries that I drink with great relish almost every evening to walk through the place. Most are mature and sweet but only pleasing to my palate.
Sueve Vista privileged
I have several evenings walking through this place on the Cantabrian coast, situated in a valley between the Picos de Europa and mountains of Sueve, both protected natural areas of great beauty and no more than 20 km
had to be a couple of bitter berries despite their color, misleading them, to rescue the memory of the girl sitting on a rock that cemetery on Mount Urgull, gobbled blueberries, sniffing their floral trophies and dreaming of being more to choose from.
He chose the doomed young, go to another. So I did not know their limits, not its strength, or strength, or his fortune, but about 45 years later he found himself living the dream of his childhood in a green place near the sea, surrounded by mountains full of pinks and berries that grow in your own backyard.
Is that true that the power of faith, persistent idea, desire or will continued unbroken, as you look, move mountains? Rather I think it was me that moved or was moved.
Is that true that the power of faith, persistent idea, desire or will continued unbroken, as you look, move mountains? Rather I think it was me that moved or was moved.
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