tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28366700615701750952024-03-04T21:57:40.220-08:00Freckled PhilologistFreckled Philologisthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05249352979695529622noreply@blogger.comBlogger830125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2836670061570175095.post-50542755458651060702018-10-12T05:37:00.001-07:002018-12-20T03:41:58.580-08:00Last Entry<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Twisted branches, tangled art; beauty in the gnarled. The deep purpled-blue, sables and touches of pink. Black contains all the colors if you look.<br />
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Making crooked paths straight, twisting wrong directions into right destinies... this has been my recent pondering. Isn't it possible to have been so abandoned that you never find home? </div>
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I suppose so, but while this world is not my home, I have found comfort and hope in a new place and experiences never imagined. </div>
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Highlighted words from scripture, October 2009, almost ten years ago and at a time of complete abandonment and loss, my marriage, my home, direction in life, maybe even my mind for a time. </div>
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Now I can speak to the veracity of these words then and now ... </div>
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“The thought of my suffering and homelessness is bitter beyond words.<br />
I will never forget this awful time,<br />
as I grieve over my loss.<br />
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Yet I still dare to hope<br />
when I remember this:<br />
The faithful love of the Lord never ends!<br />
His mercies never cease.<br />
Great is his faithfulness;<br />
his mercies begin afresh each morning.<br />
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I say to myself, “The Lord is my inheritance;<br />
therefore, I will hope in him!”<br />
The Lord is good to those who depend on him,<br />
to those who search for him."<br />
Lamentations 3:19-25<br />
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Yes. nine, almost ten long years, and I can say, The Lord is good to me. My hope is in him. <br />
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This the last entry in my blog of more than ten years. I hope it speaks to your heart as well as other entries describing and photographing my journey to this point. If you want to continue following me I can be found on Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/dichossuaves/ <br />
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Mary Marsell<br />
Love, Life and all of God's richest blessings to you.</div>
Freckled Philologisthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05249352979695529622noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2836670061570175095.post-58795815538110909492018-10-05T05:42:00.000-07:002018-12-20T03:54:18.090-08:00Spanish Chestnuts<table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 0px; width: 100%px;"><tbody>
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Spanish chestnuts: their inscape here bold, jutty, somewhat oaklike, attractive, the branching visible and the leaved peaks spotted so as to make crests of eyes.<br />
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Freckled Philologisthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05249352979695529622noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2836670061570175095.post-12722559802491703972018-08-30T03:15:00.001-07:002018-08-30T03:19:53.413-07:00This Ethiopian Village Needs a Teacher<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<i>Además de una experiencia asombrosa en Etiopía, tuve la suerte de conocer a Tadi. Él y yo trabajamos juntos en el aula todos los días que estuve enseñando. Es una de esas personas únicas y merecedoras de la oportunidad de realizar su sueño de ser profesor de su aldea. Sin él no hay ninguno.</i><br />
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Besides Ethiopia being an amazing experience, I had the good fortune to meet Tadi. He and I taught together in the classroom every day while I was there. He's one of those unique people who truly deserves the opportunity of achieving his dream of becoming his village's school teacher. Otherwise, there's none.<br />
At the moment the page and request are in Spanish, but don't let that stop you from translating the text and making a kind donation of $5 or $10 so that Tadi can get certified as a teacher for his (and now my beloved village of Dhadim).<br />
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Freckled Philologisthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05249352979695529622noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2836670061570175095.post-89235015406040346272018-04-08T16:33:00.000-07:002018-04-20T05:25:21.509-07:00Ferns and Fragile Things<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Sagebrush is such a cool plant, so tough, so strong. I mean, who wouldn't want to say that she's a sagebrush, a badass plant? Regardless of hot furnace-like winds, she holds her own and gives some back, even making cowboys and ranchers wear chaps and thick gloves. I have tried, most of my life, to be a sagebrush, but, I'm not. Instead, I was a born little, an untimely runt.<br />
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My parents were 19 and other than following the social norms of the times, which mostly meant marriage some months before my birth, they were on the whole, unprepared, totally. Neither could handle the commitment of marriage, that included jobs, in-laws, and a myriad of skills, not to mention a baby, and they went their separate ways when I was just two months old. Decades later, I still revisit the sentiment that's followed me throughout my life; a fatherless daughter is a very vulnerable being. <br />
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My mother went into labor prematurely, when I was quite tiny, just 6lbs.4oz. The hospital staff had been ordered to wait the doctor's return In those days that's what they did. So, when my mother's contractions increased and I began to travel down the birth canal, the nurses clamped my mother's legs together to stop my early arrival, something they weren't able to do, and something that would be criminal today. I was finally born, a little girl to my father's chagrin, and weak with compromised lungs. Breathe, baby just breathe. <br />
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Breathing has ailed me all my life; asthma, bedrest, modified PE, and assorted respiratory illnesses that plague me each winter with the common cold. Sometimes I just forget to breathe in general, like I'm not really living , and so I have to remind myself. Breathe, baby, breathe. <br />
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So, very clearly, I'm definitely not a sagebrush, the rugged stuff of fighting lore. It's taken me almost fifty years to accept it. <br />
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No, I'm wonderfully something else, altogether. It's taken me all my life to understand, accept and love something different about myself, and it's this: I'm a fern! A fern, that in warm light and in forest mist delicately unfolds its lovely fronds towards the sun and sky. Ferns are unique with two separate living structures, the sporophyte and the gametophyte – both free living. When I draw, I love to draw ferns. I love ferns' uniqueness. When I visit the nursery, my favourite area is the ferns, so lush, so green, an ancient throwback to the primordial. Yes, I'm frail, a quiet observer, fragile, but I'm stable. I've been around a fossil-long time. I'm a tenacious survivor. I embrace that I'm a fern.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhptchbxxihlq1JpyyC32IHBpXkHiec3ZqSviYNrZhyzGHb2zfEVS-kGcstDaZ8RktN1AHk1v8zvrP-SugQRLbTwtDB_cW2_Px2jOAoiuIlnHD2sp4u31Da3S4mSeR_QYp6RziGSxK2pKfs/s1600/fern-COLLAGE.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1085" data-original-width="1085" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhptchbxxihlq1JpyyC32IHBpXkHiec3ZqSviYNrZhyzGHb2zfEVS-kGcstDaZ8RktN1AHk1v8zvrP-SugQRLbTwtDB_cW2_Px2jOAoiuIlnHD2sp4u31Da3S4mSeR_QYp6RziGSxK2pKfs/s640/fern-COLLAGE.jpg" width="640" /></a></div>
Freckled Philologisthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05249352979695529622noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2836670061570175095.post-27755342614367190232018-03-30T16:31:00.000-07:002018-04-08T16:47:36.841-07:00Via Cruces Viviente<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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If Jesus can give thanks, IN THAT, I can give thanks in everything.<br /><span style="font-size: x-small;">annvoskamp.com</span></div>
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Tonight. Live reenactment of the Stations of the Cross<br />
<i>Via Cruces Viviente</i>Freckled Philologisthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05249352979695529622noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2836670061570175095.post-19455425310380469552018-03-28T02:12:00.002-07:002018-10-12T05:43:36.112-07:00Justin Moreno<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Black is a colour and it is beautiful, March 25, 2018Freckled Philologisthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05249352979695529622noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2836670061570175095.post-35008010788694840332018-03-24T10:17:00.000-07:002018-10-12T05:45:07.196-07:00Restaurante SilvaThis is the best of home made local dishes and desserts in a comfortable, friendly setting. The food is delicious and the prices great. Make this your stop along the Camino or if you simply have a chance to eat in Astorga.<br />
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When it's cold and grey outside my thoughts dance back to revel in the sunniest days in sunnier places.<br />
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<br /><br /><b>TREES</b><br />by Joyce Kilmer<br /><br />I think that I shall never see<br />A poem lovely as a tree.<br /><br />A tree whose hungry mouth is prest<br />Against the earth’s sweet flowing breast;<br /><br />A tree that looks at God all day,<br />And lifts her leafy arms to pray;<br /><br />A tree that may in Summer wear<br />A nest of robins in her hair;<br /><br />Upon whose bosom snow has lain;<br />Who intimately lives with rain.<br /><br />Poems are made by fools like me,<br />But only God can make a tree.<br /><br />Source: Poetry (August 1913).<br />Joyce Kilmer (1886–1918) was an American writer and poet mainly remembered for his short poem titled “Trees” (1913), published in the collection Trees and Other Poems (1914). A prolific poet whose works celebrated the common beauty of the natural world as well as his religious faith, Kilmer was also a journalist, literary critic, lecturer, and editor. While most of his works are largely unknown, a select few of his poems remain popular and are published frequently in anthologies.<br /><br />Paul Robeson (1898-1976) sings the poem “Trees” by Joyce Kilmer.<div>
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<i>Snow on snow<br />In the bleak midwinter<br />Long ago<br /><br />Our god<br />Heaven cannot hold him<br />Nor earth sustain<br />Heaven and Earth<br />Shall flee away<br />When he comes to reign<br />In the bleak midwinter<br />A stable place sufficed<br />The lord God almighty<br />Jesus Christ<br /><br />Angels and archangels<br />May have gathered there<br />Cherubim and seraphim<br />Thronged the air<br />But his mother only<br />In her maiden bliss<br />Worshiped the beloved<br />With a kiss<br /><br />What can I give him<br />Poor as I am?<br />If I were a shepherd<br />I would bring a lamb<br />If I were a wise man<br />I would do my part<br /><br />Yet<br />What I can I give him?<br />Give my heart<br />-Christina Rossetti, English poet, 1872</i><br />
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While in the US the number of unused vacation days has reached an all time high, Europeans continue to take vacation planning very seriously and begin thinking about summer and fall getaways, formulating their dream trips, almost as soon as Christmas is over. Unlike so many of my American counterparts, who feel guilty taking time off in our workaholic culture, I find it's such a nice healthy mental escape during the dreary days of January and February, not to mention actual time away! It lightens your spirit with hopeful expectations of looking forward to someplace and something wonderful in the months to come. Last September was one of those times I'll treasure forever; three weeks staying with @thatferalchick, meeting my now dearest @feldtkeller and his family, seeing @risas_peaces and some best girlfriends, sisters really, for a weekend of sharing.</div>
It's dreary outside now, but sunshining inside with all our new plans.<br /><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">Good friend, David Holper has done a little bit of everything: taxi driver, fisherman, dishwasher, bus driver, soldier, house painter, bike mechanic, bike courier, and teacher. He has published a number of stories and poems, including one collection of poetry, 64 Questions. His poems have appeared in numerous literary journals and anthologies, and he has recently won several poetry competitions. He teaches English at College of the Redwoods and lives in Eureka, California.</span>Freckled Philologisthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05249352979695529622noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2836670061570175095.post-79322432322703310822018-01-01T16:46:00.000-08:002018-01-01T16:46:25.655-08:00Epiphany<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Happy 2018! It's still Christmas in Spain, until Epiphany, Three Kings Day, January 6th. Little children visiting the Magi in the malls, like those visits with Santa in the States, decorations stay up and many, like me, are thankful they don't return to work until Monday, January 8th. <br /><a href="https://www.instagram.com/explore/tags/epiphany/">#epiphany</a> <a href="https://www.instagram.com/explore/tags/reyesmagos/">#reyesmagos</a> <a href="https://www.instagram.com/explore/tags/spanishlife/">#spanishlife</a><a href="https://www.instagram.com/explore/tags/magi/">#Magi</a> <a href="https://www.instagram.com/explore/tags/astorga/">#Astorga</a> <a href="https://www.instagram.com/explore/tags/luces/">#luces</a> <a href="https://www.instagram.com/explore/tags/agradecida/">#agradecida</a><a href="https://www.instagram.com/explore/tags/estrellas/">#estrellas</a> <a href="https://www.instagram.com/explore/tags/navidad/">#navidad</a> <a href="https://www.instagram.com/explore/tags/feliznavidad/">#feliznavidad</a><a href="https://www.instagram.com/explore/tags/feliza%C3%B1onuevo/">#felizañonuevo</a>Freckled Philologisthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05249352979695529622noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2836670061570175095.post-14658011889695864592017-12-31T07:40:00.000-08:002018-01-02T08:54:30.759-08:00Saving Fish from Drowning<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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So, the premise is that 12 travelers to Myanmar, formerly known as Burma, go missing and a perusal of all the details that accompany that fact. At first, I thought this book was a disappointment after Tan fare like The Joy Luck Club and the Kitchen God's Wife. Nonetheless, Tan, true to literary style, enchants with cultural, political and other engaging details and even outdoes herself with the most outstanding character development I have ever read of each of the characters. In all honesty, I was a bit bored until about midway through the novel when I became hooked with the mini-drama of each person's life and realized I was reading a television reality show, aka Survivor, but creatively told from the viewpoint of the deceased original Chinese tour guide, Bibi Chen's ghost.</div>
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Did I mention that this book is also chock full of great quotes, life reflections and philosophical quips? Here are some of my favorites:<br />
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<i>"What bloody good was human adaptability if people weren't willing to change? Wasn't that why no penal system really worked to prevent crime, why people went to psychiatrists for years eithout any intentions of overcoming their obsessions and depressions? Humans had this extraordinary fondness for their own peccadilloes. That's why you could't change a Republican into a Democrat and vice versa, why there were so many divorces, lawsuit, and wars. Because people refused to adapt and accommodate to others even for their own good!" p243<br /><br />“There is a famous Chinese sentiment about finding the outer edges of beauty. My father once recited it to me: 'Go to the edge of the lake and watch the mist rise... At dawn, the mist rose like the lake's breath, and the vaporous mountains behind faded in layers of lighter and lighter gray, mauve, and blue until the farthest reaches merged with the milky sky...Here the lessons of Buddha seemed true, she thought. Life was merely an illusion you must release. As she grew older, she was aware of her changing position on mortality. In her youth, the topic of death was philosophical; in her thirties it was unbearable and in her forties unavoidable. In her fifties, she had dealt with it in more rational terms, arranging her last testament, itemizing assets and heirlooms, spelling out the organ donation, detailing the exact words for her living will. Now, in her sixties, she was back to being philosophical. Death was not a loss of life, but the culmination of a series of releases. It was devolving into less and less. You had to release yourself from vanity, desire, ambition, suffering, and frustration - all the accoutrements of the I, the ego. And if you die, you would disappear, leave no trace, evaporate into nothingness...” pp228-9</i><br />
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Posing as Father Christmas, Tolkien wrote letters for over twenty years to his children, John, Michael, Christopher and Priscilla. Almost every letter is a juvenile literature classic with plots and subplots, characters, instructions and advice.<br />
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It's impossible not to fall in love with NPB, North Polar Bear, and his downfalls and antics, and the humorous interplay between him and Father Christmas, both writing their own versions of incidents, mostly at the North Pole. There are delightful moments like NPB getting stuck in the snow, developing the whooping cough and barking like bears on Boxing Day, and how FC talks about with the right organisation you can get about 1000 stockings a minute done. He also gives insight to his character and fatherly sense of level-headed justice. "I don't forget people, even when they're past stocking age, not until they forget me."<br />
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There are snowboys, the children of snowmen, of course, and all kinds of magic, which Tolkien says, is strongest at Christmas. <br />
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<a href="https://www.itv.com/news/meridian/2017-12-23/tolkiens-father-christmas-letters-to-go-on-show-in-major-new-exhibition-in-oxford/" target="_blank">Tolkien's Father 'Christmas Letters' to go on show in major new exhibition in Oxford.</a></div>
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Freckled Philologisthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05249352979695529622noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2836670061570175095.post-36731935490621662952017-12-17T22:05:00.000-08:002017-12-17T22:22:56.601-08:00Gloria In Profundis<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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There has fallen on earth for a token<br />
A god too great for the sky.<br />
He has burst out of all things and broken<br />
The bounds of eternity:<br />
Into time and the terminal land<br />
He has strayed like a thief or a lover,<br />
For the wine of the world brims over,<br />
Its splendour is split on the sand.<br />
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Who is proud when the heavens are humble,<br />
Who mounts if the mountains fall,<br />
If the fixed stars topple and tumble<br />
And a deluge of love drowns all-<br />
Who rears up his head for a crown,<br />
Who holds up his will for a warrant,<br />
Who strives with the starry torrent,<br />
When all that is good goes down?<br />
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For in dread of such falling and failing<br />
The fallen angels fell<br />
Inverted in insolence, scaling<br />
The hanging mountain of hell:<br />
But unmeasured of plummet and rod<br />
Too deep for their sight to scan,<br />
Outrushing the fall of man<br />
Is the height of the fall of God.<br />
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Glory to God in the Lowest<br />
The spout of the stars in spate-<br />
Where thunderbolt thinks to be slowest<br />
And the lightning fears to be late:<br />
As men dive for sunken gem<br />
Pursuing, we hunt and hound it,<br />
The fallen star has found it<br />
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Freckled Philologisthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05249352979695529622noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2836670061570175095.post-63521459304900183632017-12-16T12:41:00.000-08:002017-12-18T12:42:01.898-08:00Brotherhood of San Isidoro<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Mass and banquet of the extremely ancient, the "Very Illustrious, Royal and Imperial Brotherhood of the Miraculous Banner of Saint Isidoro of León", founded as an order of chivalry in 1147AD when the Leon's Emperor, Alfonso VII, became inspired by Saint Isidoro to fight and reconquer Spanish lands from the Moors. Now, of course, it has more to do with the power of the pen than the sword. Enrique was invited to join five years ago as a result of his writings and work on behalf of the province of León.</div>
Freckled Philologisthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05249352979695529622noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2836670061570175095.post-41116690755836780142017-12-14T05:52:00.000-08:002018-10-12T05:52:52.019-07:00LoyaltySome people aren't loyal to you, they are loyal to their need of you. Once their need changes, so does their loyalty.Freckled Philologisthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05249352979695529622noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2836670061570175095.post-16278765023403047572017-12-14T00:42:00.000-08:002018-10-12T05:53:22.387-07:00Alone<br />
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I used to think that the worst thing in life was to end up alone. It's not. The worst thing in life is to end up with people who make you feel alone. - Robin Williams<br />
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She's my favourite image of the Virgin, Mary, dear mother of Jesus. I love God very much, but don't consider myself very religious, which is humorously ironic since it's tradition for my very Catholic man to visit every church and cathedral of every city and town we come across. That means we've taken in centuries of Virgin Mary renditions. This Virgen, however, makes me stop and gaze a little longer. I asked Enrique her name and he said she's the Virgin of Sweet Expectation. She's just resting her hand on her unborn son, feeling him move and loving him as mothers do. She's so serene and calm at an event that will change the world. It's all about love. What a beautiful thing.<br />
"The angel went to her and said, "Greetings, you who are highly favored! The Lord is with you." Luke 1:28 Just a simple maiden with her hands stretched out to God saying, "Lord, thy will be done. I will abide."<br />
<a href="https://www.facebook.com/hashtag/lavirgen">#lavirgen</a> <a href="https://www.facebook.com/hashtag/virgendeladulceespera">#virgendeladulceespera</a> <a href="https://www.facebook.com/hashtag/lavirgindelaesperanza">#lavirgindelaesperanza</a> <a href="https://www.facebook.com/hashtag/marydidyouknow">#marydidyouknow</a><br />
in the <a href="https://www.facebook.com/pages/Catedral-de-Le%C3%B3n/367581240353144?ref=stream">Catedral de León</a>.<br />
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Freckled Philologisthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05249352979695529622noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2836670061570175095.post-5535482740177044632017-12-08T04:07:00.000-08:002018-10-12T05:53:55.666-07:00FiyuelasThe French call them crepes, but since the Spanish were quieter about these delicious thin pancakes most people don't know them as "Fiyelas," our Saturday morning tradition.Freckled Philologisthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05249352979695529622noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2836670061570175095.post-28066468667948260062017-11-18T13:20:00.004-08:002018-10-12T05:54:28.967-07:00RastroEl término Rastro, tiene como origen el nombre del lugar donde se celebra en Madrid un mercado, de productos de segunda mano, generalmente. De ahí ha pasado a dar nombre a muchos otros mercados de este tipo, que no tenían un nombre propio.<br />
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<a href="http://es.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mercado_(establecimiento)">Mercado</a> que se instala en días señalados, generalmente al aire libre, que vende productos a menor precio del normal. Los rastros se sitúan en lugares públicos o cedidos por el ayuntamiento como plazas, avenidas, aparcamientos, etc. A diferencia de los <a href="http://es.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mercadillo">mercadillos</a>, los rastros se suelen dedicar al comercio de productos antiguos o de segunda mano tales como muebles, libros, sellos, objetos de coleccionismo, etc.<style>
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