tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-344836022011-07-30T16:03:14.704+02:00Que manera de caminar... con esta cara, mirá por donde anduvieron los pampeanitos.WasKhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17620448925455891742noreply@blogger.comBlogger111100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34483602.post-1158349553964287562006-08-28T06:43:00.000+02:002006-09-16T21:03:47.966+02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7516/3800/1600/amanecer.5.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7516/3800/400/amanecer.4.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-style: italic;"></span></span><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" ><span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >Amanecer de una larga noche...</span></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);font-size:85%;" ><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span><span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);font-family:verdana;" >Como siempre despues de caminar como peludos calientes llegamos al camping y nos encontramos que hasta que no abrieran la administración los mostros ( o sea nos...) no podíamos entrar, todo esto tratando de pescar algo de lo que hablaban los tanos...</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);font-family:verdana;" >Resultado: nos tiramos a dormir a un costado. Había un embarcadero y apareció un flaco que lo cuidaba y nos ofrece dormir en un barquito disculpándose porque no nos podía abrir...</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);font-family:verdana;" >ya me empezaban a caer un poquito más simpaticos los tanos después del primer encontronazo cultural con los del camping...</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);font-family:verdana;" >Y así fué que despertamos...</span></span><span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);font-size:85%;" ><br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34483602-115834955396428756?l=wask70.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>WasKhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17620448925455891742noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34483602.post-1158399959824200292006-08-28T04:44:00.000+02:002006-09-16T14:45:39.216+02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7516/3800/1600/sanpablo.4.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7516/3800/400/sanpablo.4.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34483602-115839995982420029?l=wask70.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>WasKhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17620448925455891742noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34483602.post-1158417506683081192006-08-28T04:40:00.000+02:002006-09-16T21:55:35.056+02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7516/3800/1600/colosseo_in.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7516/3800/400/colosseo_in.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);font-family:verdana;" >No son las fotos clásicas... para eso compraba postales y se las mandaba, sino de cosas que me llamaron la atención, el corazón del mismo... los subsuelos, que recién se excavaron y empezaron a restaurar en el siglo XIX.<br /></span></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7516/3800/1600/colosseo_tormenta.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7516/3800/400/colosseo_tormenta.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);font-family:verdana;" >El exterior, que no podiamos creer el pedazo de tormenta que se venía, dijimos: "bueno... a disfrutar de una misma iglesia por toda la tarde" y no... cinco minutos de cortina de agua y media hora después sol brillante. Fijarse el detalle de la nube sobre la torre de la iglesia del fondo.<br /><br /></span></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7516/3800/1600/colosseo_tarde2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7516/3800/400/colosseo_tarde2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);font-family:verdana;" ><br /></span></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7516/3800/1600/colosseo_tarde.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7516/3800/400/colosseo_tarde.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);font-size:85%;" ><span style="font-family:verdana;">Y al atardecer. Dos palabras: IM... PRESIONANTE</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);font-family:verdana;" ><br /></span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34483602-115841750668308119?l=wask70.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>WasKhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17620448925455891742noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34483602.post-1158404161098729662006-08-28T02:54:00.000+02:002006-09-16T17:14:43.726+02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7516/3800/1600/foro_arriba.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7516/3800/400/foro_arriba.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7516/3800/1600/foro.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7516/3800/400/foro.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7516/3800/1600/je_foro.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7516/3800/400/je_foro.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7516/3800/1600/was_foro.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7516/3800/400/was_foro.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34483602-115840416109872966?l=wask70.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>WasKhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17620448925455891742noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34483602.post-1158441046853464492006-08-28T02:51:00.000+02:002006-09-18T15:42:27.473+02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7516/3800/1600/tiber.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7516/3800/400/tiber.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;" ><span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);">A orillas del Tíber (o Tevere si prefieren que se lo cuente en italiano...) Roma comenzó su existencia, en torno a un tramo fácilmente vadeable dode se desarrollaba un mercado.<br /><br /></span></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7516/3800/1600/roto.1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7516/3800/400/roto.1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;" ><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-style: italic;">Ponte Rotto</span></span><span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;" ><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);">Esto era construir... lo demás es cuento. En las aguas del Tíber desde el siglo II d.c., antes se llamaba Pons Aemilius.<br /><br /></span></span><div style="text-align: left;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7516/3800/1600/tiber3.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7516/3800/400/tiber3.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);font-family:verdana;" >Cruzando hacia la isla del Tíber</span></span><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: left;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7516/3800/1600/tiber2.0.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7516/3800/400/tiber2.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);font-size:85%;" ><span style="font-family:verdana;">Su curso en otra parte de la ciudad, de fondo San Peter</span></span><br /></div><span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);font-size:85%;" ><span style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7516/3800/1600/tiber1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7516/3800/400/tiber1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34483602-115844104685346449?l=wask70.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>WasKhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17620448925455891742noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34483602.post-1158420000950136332006-08-28T02:49:00.000+02:002006-09-16T17:38:32.500+02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7516/3800/1600/palatino.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7516/3800/400/palatino.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7516/3800/1600/je_palatino.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7516/3800/400/je_palatino.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7516/3800/1600/palatino2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7516/3800/400/palatino2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34483602-115842000095013633?l=wask70.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>WasKhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17620448925455891742noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34483602.post-1158436285032128682006-08-28T02:48:00.000+02:002006-09-16T22:09:14.923+02:00<span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >La vida que se tiraban los pibes...</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);font-family:verdana;" >Las había terminado el emperador Caracalla en el 217 d.c., funcionaron durante unos 300 años, hasta que llegaron los godos y se cargaron el sistema de cañerías.</span> <span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);font-family:verdana;" >Tenían capacidad para 1.500 personas y no solamente de baños termales vivían los romanos, ya que en el mismo lugar había gimnasios, bibliotecas, galerías de arte y jardines.</span> <span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);font-family:verdana;" >Si quieren saber más... para eso está internet... je... je...</span></span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7516/3800/1600/caracalla1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7516/3800/400/caracalla1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7516/3800/1600/caracalla2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7516/3800/400/caracalla2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7516/3800/1600/caracalla3.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7516/3800/400/caracalla3.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);font-family:verdana;" ><br />Detalles de los pisos que se conservan en varias partes de las termas<br /></span></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7516/3800/1600/caracalla_det1.2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7516/3800/200/caracalla_det1.1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7516/3800/1600/caracalla_det2.1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7516/3800/200/caracalla_det2.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34483602-115843628503212868?l=wask70.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>WasKhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17620448925455891742noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34483602.post-1158412202385976292006-08-28T02:47:00.000+02:002006-09-16T17:08:33.386+02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7516/3800/1600/cuervo.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7516/3800/400/cuervo.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" ><span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >El que no se inmutaba...</span></span><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" ><span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;" ><br /></span></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);font-family:verdana;" >Le saqué la foto a nada de distancia, y el tipo así, tan a su aire, refrescándose con lo que le salpicaba. Fué en la Fontana de la Piazza della Bocca della Veritá.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);font-family:verdana;" >Habia cuervos por toda la ciudad como para hacer dulce...</span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34483602-115841220238597629?l=wask70.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>WasKhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17620448925455891742noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34483602.post-1158443051143533972006-08-28T02:40:00.000+02:002006-09-16T23:51:57.403+02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7516/3800/1600/verita.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7516/3800/400/verita.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >Cuento corto nos dicen ahora...</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);font-family:verdana;" >Habiamos pasado una vez y nos sorprendió una iglesia en la que habia una cola que no se veía en ninguna, con varios ponjas en sus filas hay que admitirlo..</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);font-family:verdana;" >De modo que un día fuimos, nos comimos religiosamente (mejor dicho imposible... estábamos en una de las cuantas casas que tiene "El Señor") la cola en cuestión y develamos el misterio de porqué la gente se apiñaba...</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);font-family:verdana;" >Encajada en uno de sus muros: la Bocca della Veritá, que parece que es anterior al siglo IV a.c. y que según una tradición medieval estipula que aquella persona que introduzca la mano en la boca y sea un mentiroso será mordido por esta, por si acaso la metimos los dos a la vez... no hay problema, ya nos estamos acostumbrando a manejar las cosas con un par de dedos menos.<br /><br />Y la iglesia... bueno... las hemos visto mejores, es más todos metían la mano, sacaban su foto y hasta luego... nosotros también... pero dimos una vuelta por lo menos, igual, no habia mucho que ver ya que la estaban restaurando.<br />Moraleja: nunca sigas en recorridos turístico a seres de rasgos y origen nipón.<br /></span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34483602-115844305114353397?l=wask70.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>WasKhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17620448925455891742noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34483602.post-1158404576818937752006-08-28T02:33:00.000+02:002006-09-16T21:10:52.466+02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7516/3800/1600/was_severo.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7516/3800/400/was_severo.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);font-size:85%;" ><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Los humildes</span></span><br />Cada uno que ganaba algo se hacia su propio arco de triunfo...</span> <span style="font-family:verdana;">Este fue erigido en 203 d.c. para celebrar el tercer aniversario de Septimio Severo como emperador.</span> <span style="font-family:verdana;">Los paneles conmemoran las victorias en Parta y Arabia.</span> <span style="font-family:verdana;">Durante la edad media el arco central, semienterrado, albegaba una barbería</span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34483602-115840457681893775?l=wask70.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>WasKhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17620448925455891742noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34483602.post-1158437722689525312006-08-28T02:14:00.000+02:002006-09-16T22:16:26.913+02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7516/3800/1600/seguridad.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7516/3800/400/seguridad.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >Bregando por la seguridad de los turistas...</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34483602-115843772268952531?l=wask70.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>WasKhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17620448925455891742noreply@blogger.com0