We look for big trees, one after another, with increasing frenzy. And when we got to the target, we surround, scrutinize the branches with joy believing child and we were startled guess a fading shadow.
No champagne bottles uncorked not make any hasty call. Simply, planted a tree. He had just announced that he had been awarded the Nobel Peace Prize, the first African woman to get.
We want to reach, this morning disconcerting late March, a shepherd's hut by the river, where many years turned (so many that I perish contarlos) share with the inevitable rebellion that it presupposes a teenager.
At the top of the hill of Södermalm is my favorite place in Stockholm: the winding walk Monteliusvägen, who gives a great view of the city, and place conducive to hear promises of eternal love.
Olmeda's village of artists (Many painters have set up residence here fleeing from the bustle of London and seeking the serenity that fuels the talents), of steep slopes and scenic serenity that invite. But for the traveler is, especially, the town of Pedro Páez, the discoverer of the Blue Nile Sources forgotten by all.
Las Vegas is superlative, extravagant, ostentatious, sublimely tacky at times, extroverted, worldly, uninhibited, noctívaga and provocative. Who would ever get up in the desert of Nevada a city conceived by and for the game?
Few places in the world weighs as much as the story here. I am an outsider peering into an old engraving Bible. And that the restored walls have a certain air museum, a thousand times restored citadel, a stone washed carefully.