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Ideas, inquietudes, fallos ortográficos y sueños de una chica argentina-americana-armenia viviendo en España.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://solepiensa.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8202312218559058610/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://solepiensa.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Soledad</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>13</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8202312218559058610.post-7913605606990017234</id><published>2010-06-25T01:18:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-25T01:57:11.479-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Take Our Jobs! Immigrant workers open their arms and their jobs to the authorized labor force in the U.S.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7SHcDfgG4Q/TCRsjBObR0I/AAAAAAAAAvs/9y0AnmZIAhc/s1600/migrant+worker.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 161px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7SHcDfgG4Q/TCRsjBObR0I/AAAAAAAAAvs/9y0AnmZIAhc/s200/migrant+worker.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486629594924271426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2010/06/24/colbert-immigrant-farm-wo_n_624875.html" id="title_permalink" style="list-style-type: none; list-style-position: initial; list-style-image: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-bottom-style: none; border-left-style: none; border-width: initial; border-color: initial; color: rgb(26, 26, 26); outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline-color: initial; text-decoration: underline; line-height: 22px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Colbert, Immigrant Farm Workers Challenge Pundits And Unemployed To 'Take Our Jobs'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;"-Huffingtonpost.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2010/06/24/colbert-immigrant-farm-wo_n_624875.html"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2010/06/24/colbert-immigrant-farm-wo_n_624875.html&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Summer job, anyone? Anyone? ANYONE?!? Thought so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You could always argue that people authorized to work in the U.S. won't take the jobs because they are paid at very low wages, working conditions are poor, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;pay 6 dollars for an avocado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;, though, you can keep up with your arguments. I know it's not an ideal situation, far from it. But the farming industry is already quite subsidized by the government and it needs to be competitive enough to flood Mexico's market with corn and beans, so we can't really raise wages back home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus, what would happen to the restaurant industry (remember, our economy as a nation and in California is largely service-based)?. If the cost of food goes up for businesses, they will serve their meals at higher prices and pay their workers even less than they already do. Basically, low-wage labor protects what we have left of certain job markets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm no economist, I could be wrong. Please point stuff out to me. I'm just writing about what I've read and talked to people about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And even if it was well-paid, let's say, $15-$20 an hour (remember, this is "unskilled" labor), do you think authorized workers would flock to California's hot Central Valley and pick strawberries for 13 hours a day? Not so sure. Maybe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; Who knows.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7SHcDfgG4Q/TCRtDjvO-bI/AAAAAAAAAv0/3wnGAQ-Q8k8/s200/migrants.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 159px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486630153944496562" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I just want to show that the issue is more complicated than it may seem, and that low-wage labor in the agricultural sector can be and is good for the people of the U.S. Let's not make this into an anti-immigrant issue, because all these people are doing is a job most Americans would scorn. It's not easy to change things, we live in a capitalist system. If all the migrant workers left, what would happen to our economy, and the other jobs we do, that we are trying to keep? One business falls, and the rest will follow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Think of it as a food chain. Migrant labor is at the bottom, but without it, the rest of us would be in danger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;If interested, however, go to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.takeourjobs.org/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;http://www.takeourjobs.org/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; to fill out an application. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8202312218559058610-7913605606990017234?l=solepiensa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://solepiensa.blogspot.com/feeds/7913605606990017234/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://solepiensa.blogspot.com/2010/06/take-our-jobs-immigrant-workers-open.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8202312218559058610/posts/default/7913605606990017234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8202312218559058610/posts/default/7913605606990017234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://solepiensa.blogspot.com/2010/06/take-our-jobs-immigrant-workers-open.html' title='Take Our Jobs! Immigrant workers open their arms and their jobs to the authorized labor force in the U.S.'/><author><name>Soledad</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7SHcDfgG4Q/TCRsjBObR0I/AAAAAAAAAvs/9y0AnmZIAhc/s72-c/migrant+worker.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8202312218559058610.post-991842426818480510</id><published>2010-01-27T13:26:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-27T13:46:00.093-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fotoperiodismo de verdad</title><content type='html'>Recomiendo que lean esta entrevista con el fotógrafo hatiano Daniel Morel (está en inglés). También miren sus fotos del primer día después del terremoto el 12 de enero del 2010.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I recommend reading the following interview by Haitian photographer Daniel Morel. Some of his photos of the aftermath of the earthquake in Port-au-Prince on January 12, 2010 can also be seen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://lens.blogs.nytimes.com/2010/01/27/showcase-117/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He brings up the following issues:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-photojournalism focused on what is happening on the ground, giving people's voices an outlet (that's what the field should be focused on, right?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-international journalists coming in to do "show business" journalism&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-the way in which documenting what has happened instead of lending a hand, for example, can also be of big help (I am conflicted with this point, since my instincts would be to help first, shoot later, although there may never be a moment to focus on either thing fully. When does a photographer cross a line? Are photojournalists treated with more leniency for inserting themselves in other people's lives?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8202312218559058610-991842426818480510?l=solepiensa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://solepiensa.blogspot.com/feeds/991842426818480510/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://solepiensa.blogspot.com/2010/01/fotoperiodismo-de-verdad.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8202312218559058610/posts/default/991842426818480510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8202312218559058610/posts/default/991842426818480510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://solepiensa.blogspot.com/2010/01/fotoperiodismo-de-verdad.html' title='Fotoperiodismo de verdad'/><author><name>Soledad</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8202312218559058610.post-7781816773484266777</id><published>2010-01-14T12:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T12:44:14.674-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I feel like an imposter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lying to myself in the face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slowly buying into,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then running away from&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a consumerist lifestyle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"¡Rebajas¡ !TODO a -50%¡" anuncian las vidrieras.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rebajas. Al fin compro ropa linda más que una sola vez al año, y lo hago a muerte.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A muerte.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ojala hubieran rebajas al -50% de la muerte.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haiti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now when I punch those digits, "swipe" that card, it will be for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All those days swipin' and swipin'. In the back--no, forefront of my head, thinking:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"This is false, this is a front.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clothes don't matter, don't change much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could be spending my money in so many different&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;useful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;realistic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and human ways."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clothes fall apart, but not as fast as lives do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haiti, this swipe's for you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8202312218559058610-7781816773484266777?l=solepiensa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://solepiensa.blogspot.com/feeds/7781816773484266777/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://solepiensa.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-feel-like-imposter-lying-to-myself-in.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8202312218559058610/posts/default/7781816773484266777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8202312218559058610/posts/default/7781816773484266777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://solepiensa.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-feel-like-imposter-lying-to-myself-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Soledad</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8202312218559058610.post-4957257754576533560</id><published>2010-01-03T16:04:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T16:21:04.576-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Galeano, sin vos este mundo no tendría tanto brillo...</title><content type='html'>En una entrevista con el diario español Público, Galeano describe lo que le parece Obama:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Uno de mis maestros, don Carlos Quijano, solía decir: “Todos los pecados tienen redención. Todos menos uno. Es imperdonable pecar contra la esperanza”. Con el tiempo aprendí cuánta razón tenía. Lamentablemente, Obama está pecando contra la esperanza que él mismo supo despertar, en su país y en el mundo. Aumentó los gastos de guerra, que ahora devoran la mitad de su presupuesto. ¿Defensa contra quién, en un país invadido por nadie, que ha invadido y sigue invadiendo a casi todos los demás? Y, para colmo, ese chiste de mal gusto de recibir el Nobel de la Paz pronunciando un elogio de la guerra.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Exactamente. Gracias por decirlo. Que la gente se de cuenta que no es más que otra marioneta en la lista de los que les toca "gobernar" para mantener el poder criminal de los EEUU. Al Qaeda puede ser una amenaza muy real (no me lo creo al 100% porque los medios de comunicación nos engañaron antes y lo seguiran haciendo), pero no saben qué hacer con este lío gordo en el que nos metieron a todos. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Acá se encuentra la entrevista entera:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;http://www.publico.es/internacional/282576/america/latina/exorcizando/cultura/dela/impotencia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8202312218559058610-4957257754576533560?l=solepiensa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://solepiensa.blogspot.com/feeds/4957257754576533560/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://solepiensa.blogspot.com/2010/01/galeano-sin-vos-este-mundo-no-tendria.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8202312218559058610/posts/default/4957257754576533560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8202312218559058610/posts/default/4957257754576533560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://solepiensa.blogspot.com/2010/01/galeano-sin-vos-este-mundo-no-tendria.html' title='Galeano, sin vos este mundo no tendría tanto brillo...'/><author><name>Soledad</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8202312218559058610.post-4303147985974790893</id><published>2009-12-10T14:00:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T14:16:14.529-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Silence</title><content type='html'>Tengo bastante olvidado a este blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muchas veces siento ganas de escribir no porque tenga una inquietud que tenga que comunicar. Esas ganas SON la inquietud misma, y cuando quiero expresarla, no me sale nada. También me puedo estar censurando.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No me abandona la sensación de que yo esté viviendo una vida equivocada, de que no esté en el sitio correcto, de que esté sofocando a mi corazón. Esta sensación me envuelve en el momento y después de estar en un lugar natural, el campo, al lado de una montaña, con las estrellas out of the (sky) closet, todas ahi para que las veamos, sin vergüenza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Este año es y seguirá siendo difícil aceptar para mi , mas que nada por el ritmo y horario de trabajo que tengo, y por su puesto, por mi forma de pensar en esta situación. Mi perspectiva mejora siempre, aunque un poco, y aunque con sólo un silencioso reconocimiento todas las noches cuando llego a casa, de mi cansancio, de la falta de tiempo para hacer otras cosas que me darían mucha mas alegría y me ayudarían a expresarme y crecer más de lo que es posible ahora mismo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next year will be different. Next year I'll be (almost) debt-free. And I'll have more time (and money) to do what I want with it. I'd rather consider next year a gift that will arrive in 9 months (no, not a baby) rather than a toy in the window I can't buy right now, por más Navidad que sea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This summer is closer than next year, though. Only 6 months away. And with her arrival I plan to be submerged in nature, save a bit of time for myself to do something not related to work nor family, a retreat connecting me with what makes me most alive, most happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know happiness doesn't arrive one day, that it's a daily labor, but being in nature makes it that much more possible to achieve. La ciudad, por más pequeña que sea en términos globales, no es mi preferencia. Cuándo salgo de ella, más y más me doy cuenta de que el silencio es el sonido más lindo .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8202312218559058610-4303147985974790893?l=solepiensa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://solepiensa.blogspot.com/feeds/4303147985974790893/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://solepiensa.blogspot.com/2009/12/silence.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8202312218559058610/posts/default/4303147985974790893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8202312218559058610/posts/default/4303147985974790893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://solepiensa.blogspot.com/2009/12/silence.html' title='Silence'/><author><name>Soledad</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8202312218559058610.post-8991090508014604237</id><published>2009-09-09T09:32:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T09:34:31.224-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Esa tierra</title><content type='html'>Siempre vuelve ese itch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que me pica y me pica hasta que&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;por la fuerza me hace prestarle atencion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esa tierra como me tiene,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;esa tierra me tiene loca.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8202312218559058610-8991090508014604237?l=solepiensa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://solepiensa.blogspot.com/feeds/8991090508014604237/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://solepiensa.blogspot.com/2009/09/esa-tierra.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8202312218559058610/posts/default/8991090508014604237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8202312218559058610/posts/default/8991090508014604237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://solepiensa.blogspot.com/2009/09/esa-tierra.html' title='Esa tierra'/><author><name>Soledad</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8202312218559058610.post-6899981605399898033</id><published>2009-09-01T16:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T16:28:22.469-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Viaje a Glendale</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7SHcDfgG4Q/Sp2-CwJmf_I/AAAAAAAAAuc/w6mG71-jhmM/s1600-h/P1010092.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7SHcDfgG4Q/Sp2-CwJmf_I/AAAAAAAAAuc/w6mG71-jhmM/s400/P1010092.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376662484644429810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sophie es toda una diva.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7SHcDfgG4Q/Sp2vCsYT0_I/AAAAAAAAAuU/0tENBT6biaY/s1600-h/P1010089.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7SHcDfgG4Q/Sp2vCsYT0_I/AAAAAAAAAuU/0tENBT6biaY/s400/P1010089.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376645990957962226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mergimek kufte (albondigas de lentejas amarillas) hecho por mi abuela.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7SHcDfgG4Q/Sq6te3Y38pI/AAAAAAAAAuk/XKHUNRVN3_c/s1600-h/P1010129.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7SHcDfgG4Q/Sq6te3Y38pI/AAAAAAAAAuk/XKHUNRVN3_c/s400/P1010129.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381429350530282130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pupusa Salvadoreña: con queso y chicharrón dentro y una ensalada de repollo y zanahoria encima llamada "curtido". RIQUISIMO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7SHcDfgG4Q/Sq6vlNTXDBI/AAAAAAAAAus/jzmwJVIP2Kw/s1600-h/P1010134.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7SHcDfgG4Q/Sq6vlNTXDBI/AAAAAAAAAus/jzmwJVIP2Kw/s400/P1010134.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381431658515205138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Una panadería y cafetería armenia/libanés. La escritura en la vidriera es en armenio y en inglés, diciendo lo que se ofrece para comer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7SHcDfgG4Q/Sq6wokAoygI/AAAAAAAAAu0/7eFuRYosLlM/s1600-h/P1010135.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7SHcDfgG4Q/Sq6wokAoygI/AAAAAAAAAu0/7eFuRYosLlM/s400/P1010135.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381432815661926914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Comimos un beorek (tipo empanada) de queso armenio con pimentón y lahmajune, que es un pan chato con carne encima calentado al horno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7SHcDfgG4Q/Sq6yBJsxDFI/AAAAAAAAAu8/YDPgbXibmCs/s1600-h/P1010112.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7SHcDfgG4Q/Sq6yBJsxDFI/AAAAAAAAAu8/YDPgbXibmCs/s400/P1010112.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381434337607617618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Un burrito de pollo en la playa Imperial. ¿Lindas palmeras, no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7SHcDfgG4Q/Sq60-FnN2yI/AAAAAAAAAvE/XthLBKOnikI/s1600-h/P1010119.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7SHcDfgG4Q/Sq60-FnN2yI/AAAAAAAAAvE/XthLBKOnikI/s400/P1010119.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381437583505873698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hamburguesas de In n Out, "animal style". Son inigualables. Y me falta comerme una antes de irme!!!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7SHcDfgG4Q/Sq7Lo9JvGGI/AAAAAAAAAvM/XgSFvaZkwj8/s1600-h/DSC00621.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7SHcDfgG4Q/Sq7Lo9JvGGI/AAAAAAAAAvM/XgSFvaZkwj8/s400/DSC00621.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381462509224925282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mante, una comida parecida a ravioles de carne, con salsa de madzun (yogur) con ajo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8202312218559058610-6899981605399898033?l=solepiensa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://solepiensa.blogspot.com/feeds/6899981605399898033/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://solepiensa.blogspot.com/2009/09/viaje-glendale.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8202312218559058610/posts/default/6899981605399898033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8202312218559058610/posts/default/6899981605399898033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://solepiensa.blogspot.com/2009/09/viaje-glendale.html' title='Viaje a Glendale'/><author><name>Soledad</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q7SHcDfgG4Q/Sp2-CwJmf_I/AAAAAAAAAuc/w6mG71-jhmM/s72-c/P1010092.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8202312218559058610.post-2063261579213262947</id><published>2009-08-22T13:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T13:38:47.770-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Haven't written since before summer camp in Almería. It tired me out so much, I decided to stay away from blogging about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now almost finished with my CELTA course, I have more ganas than energy to write, so I'll do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, I'm asleep behind these open eyes. My body feels heavy, my breathing is not as optimum as could be (lots of cigarette smoke in the air last night), and I'm quite exhausted overall, mainly from not sleeping well the last few nights. Gotta sleep and eat lots of fruit (something else I've been missing this month of assignments, teaching and little time for food shopping/cooking/eating) in order to have a healthy VACATION back home in Glendale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My interests in travelling/living abroad have been piqued since realizing that the course I am doing now will give me a certificate that will open the doors of work just about anywhere in the world. It's like getting a platter of chocolates, all of which you can choose from, not knowing which one to eat first! Which country should I try out first?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Current interests:&lt;br /&gt;-Brazil&lt;br /&gt;-Turkey&lt;br /&gt;-Not sure yet but somewhere in East Asia&lt;br /&gt;-Also another country in the Middle East...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In unrelated news, I'm highly bothered by the cigarette smoke that surrounds me at the moment. I can't understand how some people don't find it bothersome and don't have a consciousness about it's general fucked-upness. That shit is not good for you! Why focus on health in other areas of your life, then pollute your OWN lungs multiple times a day? No lo entiendo. I know I come from a different (less pervasive) smoking culture in LA...but common sense should lend itself here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait for a more definitive anti-tobacco law in Spain/Andalucía which would prohibit smoking in all closed spaces. I know its damaging to local business, but in the long run, we're looking out for our health...in general, we can't pollute ourselves this way, knowingly yet ignorantly. I know you could say there's a lot of other pollution to deal with, why fight this one?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's more about everyone's right to breathe "clean" (smoke-free) air. You can tell me that the exhaust coming from buses and cars hurt me just as much as cigarette smoke. That is being combatted as well, as it affects people and the earth on a global scale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The local benefits of a more inclusive anti-tobacco law, however, will affect people right away, allowing them to choose whether they want to be surrounded by smoke or not. If it's a public space, you can't privatize the air, you can't impose a majority smoking habit on the people who want to spend time in public spaces without having to breathe in something that will hurt them. If you want to smoke, go outside and sit in a cafe with your friends or go to someone's house and fill the place with smoke...but leave the general public out of your unhealthy habit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I can't stand the smoke around me, I stick my tongue out as if expelling the air I've just breathed in. Not because I think it works (ha! if only!), but because I feel helpless, so I do it to feel like I may have some control over what I breathe. Manu saw me and imitated me without realizing I wasn't making a face or being silly. It sucks when you breathe in deeply and feel all sorts of shit in your lungs you didn't put there in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK. Time to leave this smoky room and lie down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope this message spreads. CONSCIOUSNESS and CONSIDERATION. That's all I want. :)&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8202312218559058610-2063261579213262947?l=solepiensa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://solepiensa.blogspot.com/feeds/2063261579213262947/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://solepiensa.blogspot.com/2009/08/havent-written-since-before-summer-camp.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8202312218559058610/posts/default/2063261579213262947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8202312218559058610/posts/default/2063261579213262947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://solepiensa.blogspot.com/2009/08/havent-written-since-before-summer-camp.html' title=''/><author><name>Soledad</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8202312218559058610.post-8228948426197453911</id><published>2009-06-18T23:04:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T23:04:50.233-07:00</updated><title type='text'>aqui versus allá</title><content type='html'>Aqui tengo de todo menos lo esencial.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8202312218559058610-8228948426197453911?l=solepiensa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://solepiensa.blogspot.com/feeds/8228948426197453911/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://solepiensa.blogspot.com/2009/06/aqui-versus-alla.html#comment-form' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8202312218559058610/posts/default/8228948426197453911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8202312218559058610/posts/default/8228948426197453911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://solepiensa.blogspot.com/2009/06/aqui-versus-alla.html' title='aqui versus allá'/><author><name>Soledad</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8202312218559058610.post-4198258447846924917</id><published>2009-06-16T01:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T01:56:44.831-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Flying home to Glendale in September!</title><content type='html'>Hey everyone,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be in Glendale from August 31st to September 20th! Yippee!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you will be in LA or San Diego, let me know, I don´t have an American cell phone, we´ll see what I do when I get there, but I am always available via email!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8202312218559058610-4198258447846924917?l=solepiensa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://solepiensa.blogspot.com/feeds/4198258447846924917/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://solepiensa.blogspot.com/2009/06/flying-home-to-glendale-in-september.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8202312218559058610/posts/default/4198258447846924917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8202312218559058610/posts/default/4198258447846924917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://solepiensa.blogspot.com/2009/06/flying-home-to-glendale-in-september.html' title='Flying home to Glendale in September!'/><author><name>Soledad</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8202312218559058610.post-9017577731022057125</id><published>2009-06-11T13:07:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T14:18:53.846-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Herman Hesse, how do you know me so well?</title><content type='html'>I found a book of poems and prose written by Herman Hesse in my living room. It´s missing the cover, and most of the first prose piece. The last page of the first piece, titled &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Casa de labor&lt;/span&gt;, resonates in me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Desde las montañas sopla una húmeda ráfaga; al otro lado, azules y celestes islas contemplan nuestras tierras. Bajo aquellos cielos seré feliz a menudo, y también a menudo sentiré la nostalgia del hogar. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;El perfecto representante de mi especie, el vagabundo puro, no debería conocer esta nostalgia. Yo la conozco, no soy perfecto, y tampoco pretendo serlo. Quiero saborear mi nostalgia como saboreo a mis amigos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Este viento hacia el que trepo tiene una maravillosa fragancia de lejanía y de otro mundo, de aguas divisorias y fronteras lingüisticas, de sur y de montañas. Está lleno de promesas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¡Adios, pequeña casa de labor y paisaje de la patria! Me despido de vosotros como un adolescente de su madre: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sabe que ya le ha llegado la hora de separarse de ella, y sabe también que nunca podrá abandonarla del todo, aunque tal fuera su deseo&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can relate to this piece for obvious reasons of having left my "home" (home is in many different places, in feelings, in moments)  in search of something new in Spain. Me siento algo vagabunda por la necesidad que tengo de conocer lugares nuevos, pero no con fines turisticos, no. Viajo por descubrimiento personal, por acercarme a la esencia de la vida, lo cual no se encuentra en el vorágine de la vida cotidiana sin reflexión. Por vivir más plena una media hora en el campo, la ruta, el lago, que meses metida dentro de la vida occidental capitalista.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Realmente no siento nostalgia por mi vida en Estados Unidos. Siento la necesidad de conectar con mis amigos, mi familia, mis orígenes,  mi cultura tan mestiza, tan normalizada en ciudades como Los Angeles o San Diego.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La nostalgia que siento es de lugares donde me he sentido viva, vital, humilde, simple...de viajes en el sur argentino, sintiendo el viento soplando sobre el Lago Lacar, mirando el Cerro Piltriquitron, temblando del frío en el Lago Puelo. De mirar el paisaje suroeste de Bolivia, completamente maravillada, sintiendome en una burbuja de luz, nubes y aire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya volveré a esa lejanía. Es más natural que respirar. Es involuntario. Es volver al corazón.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8202312218559058610-9017577731022057125?l=solepiensa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://solepiensa.blogspot.com/feeds/9017577731022057125/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://solepiensa.blogspot.com/2009/06/herman-hesse-how-do-you-know-me-so-well.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8202312218559058610/posts/default/9017577731022057125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8202312218559058610/posts/default/9017577731022057125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://solepiensa.blogspot.com/2009/06/herman-hesse-how-do-you-know-me-so-well.html' title='Herman Hesse, how do you know me so well?'/><author><name>Soledad</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8202312218559058610.post-7593172308905709646</id><published>2009-06-08T17:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T18:06:45.551-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mi corazón clama por volver al sur</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.comunicabolivia.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/02/bolivia_titicaca_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 750px; height: 500px;" src="http://www.comunicabolivia.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/02/bolivia_titicaca_1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.arqhys.com/construccion/imagenes/Turismo%20Rural%20en%20Jujuy%20Argentina.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 448px; height: 336px;" src="http://www.arqhys.com/construccion/imagenes/Turismo%20Rural%20en%20Jujuy%20Argentina.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.american-pictures.com/gallery/bolivia/Bolivia-1384a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 539px; height: 363px;" src="http://www.american-pictures.com/gallery/bolivia/Bolivia-1384a.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.comunicabolivia.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/02/bolivia_titicaca_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8202312218559058610-7593172308905709646?l=solepiensa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://solepiensa.blogspot.com/feeds/7593172308905709646/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://solepiensa.blogspot.com/2009/06/mi-corazon-clama-por-volver-al-sur.html#comment-form' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8202312218559058610/posts/default/7593172308905709646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8202312218559058610/posts/default/7593172308905709646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://solepiensa.blogspot.com/2009/06/mi-corazon-clama-por-volver-al-sur.html' title='Mi corazón clama por volver al sur'/><author><name>Soledad</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8202312218559058610.post-4440851171909007338</id><published>2009-06-06T11:31:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T11:48:14.563-07:00</updated><title type='text'>En algun lugar hay que empezar</title><content type='html'>Como de costumbre, instead of jumping in and just starting this blog, I´ve been jotting down blog ideas. Pero it´s time to start, I can´t wait for the perfect blog moment anymore...blog reflects life, life does not reflect blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a person who reflects many contrasts. I am very open and quite happy to talk about a lot of personal subjects, but am also selective and don´t want everyone and their mom to know about it. So if you´re reading this, it´s because me caes bien.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I´ll share some good news that has happened recently:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most importantly: VOY A RECIBIR MI DNI ESPAÑOL EN 2 DÍAS!! After months of waiting for responses from the Registro Civil in Sevilla and Madrid and the Spanish Consulate in Buenos Aires, I finally bet my cards on the Spanish Consulate in LA which did me the MAJOR favor of asking Buenos Aires to get it´s act straight and send me my pinche Spanish birth certificate! I presented that along with my new padrón certificate and on Monday will finally, happily, relieved-ly pick up my DNI card. Hombre, ahora SI se puede trabajar y hacer todas las demas cosas cotidianas sin inconveniencias!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a summer job!! Jodeeeeeeeeer qué suerte tío. As of two weeks from now, I will be in Aguadulce, Almería teaching kiddies (ages 8-11) English and playing with them all day long! Woohoooooo!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And...due to the fortune of having a solid income for the summer, I will be flying home to Glendale in September for hopefully two weeks. Gotta figure out the dates but that´s just details...it´s a go! I am drooling about all the books I am gonna bring back with me, as well as some food items...real soy sauce, Mexican anything (mmm Mexico, lindo y querido!) and OF COURSE Armenian stuff...how well will frozen lamajun keep? mmmm I´ve missed you so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And...gonna do the CELTA certification course in August (sultry Seville). Studying full-time for a month straight on how to teach people how to espeak en eengleesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, waiting for the results of my French placement test to see if I get a spot in the Escuela Oficial de Idiomas...hopefully gonna be put back on the French train and maybe even get to France at some point!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pues, my year (teaching has created a new calendar in my life...September-June) will start off with a bang!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se siente muy bien, te lo puedo asegurar. Gracias España!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8202312218559058610-4440851171909007338?l=solepiensa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://solepiensa.blogspot.com/feeds/4440851171909007338/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://solepiensa.blogspot.com/2009/06/en-algun-lugar-hay-que-empezar.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8202312218559058610/posts/default/4440851171909007338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8202312218559058610/posts/default/4440851171909007338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://solepiensa.blogspot.com/2009/06/en-algun-lugar-hay-que-empezar.html' title='En algun lugar hay que empezar'/><author><name>Soledad</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
