tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-233583442011-04-21T13:07:46.784-07:00Santosfernandezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05100094289103010337noreply@blogger.comBlogger741100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23358344.post-1145911831212191062006-04-24T13:41:00.000-07:002006-04-24T13:50:31.266-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7259/2390/1600/IMG_8412.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7259/2390/320/IMG_8412.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />Chile.<br />Un camino en el campo con un rio a un lado y un seto inmenso, verde, al otro. Un carro roto, sin ruedas, a la vera. Una piscina sin socorristas, duchas, ni nada de lo que tienen las piscinas modernas. Pero el agua es pura y cristalina y nace delas rocas cercanas.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23358344-114591183121219106?l=safesa42.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Santosfernandezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05100094289103010337noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23358344.post-1144250996680825472006-04-05T08:19:00.000-07:002006-04-05T08:29:56.696-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7259/2390/1600/astorgbandera.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7259/2390/320/astorgbandera.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />Astorga en León, en el amanecer de la Semana Santa. Desfilan los pasos de Semana Santa y en la calle y en los balcones, las gentes miran las iamgenes. En los balcones, ¡Oh sorpresa! hay banderas de España.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23358344-114425099668082547?l=safesa42.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Santosfernandezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05100094289103010337noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23358344.post-1143900712158074622006-04-01T06:09:00.000-08:002006-04-01T06:11:52.186-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7259/2390/1600/carmen2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7259/2390/320/carmen2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />La Virgen del Carmen en Vinaros, año 2005. Un barco de pesca lleva a la gente en procesión por el mar.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23358344-114390071215807462?l=safesa42.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Santosfernandezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05100094289103010337noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23358344.post-1143470501873347172006-03-27T06:36:00.000-08:002006-03-27T06:41:41.886-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7259/2390/1600/camino3.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7259/2390/320/camino3.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7259/2390/1600/biar.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7259/2390/320/biar.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7259/2390/1600/benicpuerto.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7259/2390/320/benicpuerto.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />Un paseo por un camino de arboles en Castellón, al norte. El castillo de Biar en Alicante, guardián del pueblo y Peñiscola con su playa y su palmera.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23358344-114347050187334717?l=safesa42.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Santosfernandezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05100094289103010337noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23358344.post-1143214563273141592006-03-24T07:32:00.000-08:002006-03-24T07:36:03.290-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4596/2483/1600/amanececasa.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4596/2483/320/amanececasa.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4596/2483/1600/amanece2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4596/2483/320/amanece2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4596/2483/1600/aguapant1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4596/2483/320/aguapant1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />El amanecer en el mediterraneo, con un sol claro y un sol rojo ,apareciendo entre palmeras, con la belleza de la Comunidad Valenciana y el silencio y la soledad de algunos paisajes. Un pantano, más lejos, muestra sus aguas verdosas, quietas...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23358344-114321456327314159?l=safesa42.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Santosfernandezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05100094289103010337noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23358344.post-1143153090707048162006-03-23T14:28:00.000-08:002006-03-23T14:31:30.723-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7259/2390/1600/arbolmonte.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7259/2390/320/arbolmonte.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7259/2390/1600/almendro.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7259/2390/320/almendro.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />Arboles verdes, montañas llenas de pinos. Un paraje de la provincia de Castellón en España. Piedras en la cumbre que otean un paisaje lleno de verdor.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23358344-114315309070704816?l=safesa42.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Santosfernandezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05100094289103010337noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23358344.post-1142457224819075842006-03-15T13:09:00.000-08:002006-03-15T13:13:44.820-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7259/2390/1600/2enpaseo.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7259/2390/320/2enpaseo.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7259/2390/1600/torreiglesia.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7259/2390/320/torreiglesia.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7259/2390/1600/ximehamaca.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7259/2390/320/ximehamaca.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />Otra vez Peñiscola, pueblo mediterraneo, blanco de terrazas y con la playa llena de luz. El mar, un mar azul y quieto se llena de bañistas en los días de verano.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23358344-114245722481907584?l=safesa42.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Santosfernandezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05100094289103010337noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23358344.post-1142456863268908772006-03-15T13:03:00.000-08:002006-03-15T13:07:43.270-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7259/2390/1600/PICT0017.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7259/2390/320/PICT0017.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7259/2390/1600/noviembre24%20025.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7259/2390/320/noviembre24%20025.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7259/2390/1600/PICT0025.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7259/2390/320/PICT0025.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />Otras calles, otros lugares, otras gentes, siempre Chile<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23358344-114245686326890877?l=safesa42.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Santosfernandezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05100094289103010337noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23358344.post-1142456614845952092006-03-15T12:58:00.000-08:002006-03-15T13:03:34.900-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7259/2390/1600/PICT0052.0.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7259/2390/320/PICT0052.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7259/2390/1600/PICT0095.0.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7259/2390/320/PICT0095.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7259/2390/1600/templete.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7259/2390/320/templete.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />Nuevos caminos, puentes, gentes de Chile.Caminos que recorri, caminos para volver a recorrer, puentes para atravesar hacia un destino desconocido.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23358344-114245661484595209?l=safesa42.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Santosfernandezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05100094289103010337noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23358344.post-1142344652513660762006-03-14T05:51:00.000-08:002006-03-14T05:57:32.516-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7259/2390/1600/IMG_8299.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7259/2390/320/IMG_8299.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7259/2390/1600/IMG_8269.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7259/2390/320/IMG_8269.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7259/2390/1600/IMG_8265.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7259/2390/320/IMG_8265.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />Una casa desde tres puntos de vista en Roma. Pero no Roma de Italia, Roma de Chile, un pequeño pueblo de la sexta región, cercano a San Fernando y donde parece que el tiempo se ha detenido. Hermoso color de las paredes, un pasillo con amplios ventanales, plantas y verdor alrededor de la casa, circundandola, haciendola más orginal. Más de 100 años comtemplan estas paredes de tierra, estas ventanas de cristales antiguos.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23358344-114234465251366076?l=safesa42.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Santosfernandezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05100094289103010337noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23358344.post-1142344281264319792006-03-14T05:48:00.000-08:002006-03-14T05:51:21.266-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7259/2390/1600/IMG_8262.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7259/2390/320/IMG_8262.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7259/2390/1600/IMG_7972.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7259/2390/320/IMG_7972.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7259/2390/1600/IMG_7940.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7259/2390/320/IMG_7940.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />Gentes, campos, flores. Gentes, muchachas de Chile en Zuñiga, ataviadas con trajes tipicos, calles solitarias de pueblos abandonados, plantas a los lados del camino. Una imagen que por muy repetida no deja de ser hermosa.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23358344-114234428126431979?l=safesa42.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Santosfernandezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05100094289103010337noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23358344.post-1142343802712245102006-03-14T05:40:00.000-08:002006-03-14T05:43:22.726-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7259/2390/1600/higgins.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7259/2390/320/higgins.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7259/2390/1600/desportalon2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7259/2390/320/desportalon2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7259/2390/1600/carretera.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7259/2390/320/carretera.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />Calles solitarias, de polvo, con un reguero de agua, calles de pueblos pequeñas, con gentes que caminan, que pasean sin rumbo, esperando la hora de la comida o de marcharse a casa. Gentes como todas las gentes del mundo:Gentes de Chile<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23358344-114234380271224510?l=safesa42.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Santosfernandezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05100094289103010337noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23358344.post-1142268960599714932006-03-13T08:49:00.000-08:002006-03-13T08:56:00.600-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7259/2390/1600/IMG_8426.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7259/2390/320/IMG_8426.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7259/2390/1600/mercado.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7259/2390/320/mercado.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7259/2390/1600/sanvicente%20022.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7259/2390/320/sanvicente%20022.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />Un huaso en el campo, con su traje tipico, esperando para el rodeo. Gentes, pueblos, ferias de artesania, mercados, caminos de Chile, sexta Región.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23358344-114226896059971493?l=safesa42.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Santosfernandezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05100094289103010337noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23358344.post-1142268310548621832006-03-13T08:41:00.000-08:002006-03-13T08:45:10.563-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7259/2390/1600/calpe1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7259/2390/320/calpe1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7259/2390/1600/alicante1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7259/2390/320/alicante1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7259/2390/1600/aereacastill.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7259/2390/320/aereacastill.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />Campos de Alicante, aridos, Peñiscola con toda su luz en las terrazas. Paisajes de España que llena el alma de melancolía de haberlos visitado tantas veces, sin poder quedarse en ellos.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23358344-114226831054862183?l=safesa42.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Santosfernandezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05100094289103010337noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23358344.post-1142259535845595632006-03-13T06:12:00.000-08:002006-03-13T06:18:55.893-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7259/2390/1600/sanmateo3.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7259/2390/320/sanmateo3.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7259/2390/1600/marcasa5.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7259/2390/320/marcasa5.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />Sant Mateu o San Mateo, es la capital del Maestrat, región de la provincia de Castellón. En esta localidad, su iglesia arciprestal lleno de arte los pueblos con su muestra La Luz de Las imagenes. Al lado, Vinaroz con su mar.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23358344-114225953584559563?l=safesa42.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Santosfernandezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05100094289103010337noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23358344.post-1142197049238057632006-03-12T12:40:00.000-08:002006-03-12T12:57:29.246-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7259/2390/1600/grupo4.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7259/2390/320/grupo4.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7259/2390/1600/catdral.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7259/2390/320/catdral.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7259/2390/1600/calpe2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7259/2390/320/calpe2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />Tres ciudades distintas, de España, sin nada en común. Bueno, Calpe y Vinaroz están bañadas por el Mediterraneo.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23358344-114219704923805763?l=safesa42.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Santosfernandezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05100094289103010337noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23358344.post-1142075252617523412006-03-11T02:56:00.000-08:002006-03-11T03:07:32.630-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7259/2390/1600/santpere.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7259/2390/320/santpere.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7259/2390/1600/montes3.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7259/2390/320/montes3.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7259/2390/1600/monte1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7259/2390/320/monte1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />En la provincia de Castellón, al limite con Cataluña, un pueblo, La Pobla de Benifassar y los montes que rodean el pueblo en un hondo. Arboles, rocas, pantano, monasteri0 y carreteras que suben hacia Fredes. Todo lleno de color y de luz.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23358344-114207525261752341?l=safesa42.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Santosfernandezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05100094289103010337noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23358344.post-1142074542198412672006-03-11T02:29:00.000-08:002006-03-11T02:55:42.726-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7259/2390/1600/pe%3F%3Fiscola.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7259/2390/320/pe%3F%3Fiscola.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7259/2390/1600/catedastg.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7259/2390/320/catedastg.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />Dos ciudades de España que nada tienen que ver, si no es que tienen murallas, monumentos y años de Historia. Astorga sólo DOS MIL AÑOS , Peñiscola unos NOVECIENTOS años solamente. Historia que une a dos ciudades tan distintas, una con mar, otra con el Teleno nevado. Una con calor, otra con un frío que mata el alma.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23358344-114207454219841267?l=safesa42.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Santosfernandezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05100094289103010337noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23358344.post-1142025811737405602006-03-10T13:02:00.000-08:002006-03-10T13:23:31.746-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7259/2390/1600/PICT0052.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7259/2390/320/PICT0052.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7259/2390/1600/PICT0031.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7259/2390/320/PICT0031.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7259/2390/1600/PICT0003.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7259/2390/320/PICT0003.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />El Sur de Chile y una manifestación de gentes de todos los colores. Temuco,ciudad hermosa, llena de niebla, de humedad y a veces de sol.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23358344-114202581173740560?l=safesa42.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Santosfernandezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05100094289103010337noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23358344.post-1142024258425548642006-03-10T12:52:00.000-08:002006-03-10T12:57:38.426-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7259/2390/1600/molino.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7259/2390/320/molino.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7259/2390/1600/gentproc.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7259/2390/320/gentproc.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7259/2390/1600/fallao52.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7259/2390/320/fallao52.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />Las Fallas en benicarló(Castellón)plantadas en las calles, esperando el 19 de marzo para perecer entre las llamas rojas que brillan en el anochecer. La Semana Santa en Astorga, con mujeres con mantillas y hablando y comentando mientras sigue la procesión de la mañana. El campo de Sant Pere en el muncipio de La Pobla de Benifassar en Castellón<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23358344-114202425842554864?l=safesa42.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Santosfernandezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05100094289103010337noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23358344.post-1142023566884154652006-03-10T12:42:00.000-08:002006-03-10T12:46:06.893-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4976/2466/1600/pe%3F%3Fisc22.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4976/2466/320/pe%3F%3Fisc22.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4976/2466/1600/ventanabarrot.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4976/2466/320/ventanabarrot.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4976/2466/1600/torrepueblo.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4976/2466/320/torrepueblo.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />Peñiscola y el Castillo del Papa Luna, la playa, las terrazas de las casas, de un color mediterraneo. Todo ello hace que la belleza de esta poblcación sea reconocida en el mundo<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23358344-114202356688415465?l=safesa42.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Santosfernandezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05100094289103010337noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23358344.post-1142004910135036052006-03-10T07:30:00.000-08:002006-03-10T07:35:10.146-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7259/2390/1600/bajada.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7259/2390/320/bajada.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7259/2390/1600/acueducto.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7259/2390/320/acueducto.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7259/2390/1600/altea1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7259/2390/320/altea1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />Tres ciudades de España distintas con sus encantos cada una de ellas. Peñiscola con su castillo del Papa Benedicto XIII, el monumento más visitado de la Comunidad Valenciana, Morella, ciudad del Maestrazgo, rodeada de una muralla y con un acueducto romano y Altea en Alicante con una playa hermosa<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23358344-114200491013503605?l=safesa42.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Santosfernandezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05100094289103010337noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23358344.post-1141935041797043102006-03-09T12:05:00.000-08:002006-03-09T12:10:41.800-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7259/2390/1600/paisaje.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7259/2390/320/paisaje.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7259/2390/1600/desdecasa2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7259/2390/320/desdecasa2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7259/2390/1600/clarosc1.0.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7259/2390/320/clarosc1.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />En España, La Comunidad Valenciana, cielos con nubes, con un sol que ilumina. Cielos melancolicos, hermosos, para pensar y para sentir. A lo lejos, bajo el cielo, el mar azul, sereno que baña la costa.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23358344-114193504179704310?l=safesa42.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Santosfernandezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05100094289103010337noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23358344.post-1141934602122048012006-03-09T11:57:00.000-08:002006-03-09T12:03:22.126-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7259/2390/1600/mercadillo.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7259/2390/320/mercadillo.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7259/2390/1600/sanvicho3%20010.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7259/2390/320/sanvicho3%20010.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7259/2390/1600/IMG_8138.0.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7259/2390/320/IMG_8138.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />En Chile el campo y los pueblos conviven juntos y a veces no se sabe donde empiezan unos y otros. Al lado de las casas empiezan los campos con su verdor y desde las ventanas de las casas el paisaje es el campo, sin tendidos electricos, con apenas carteles. Son lugares remotos y cercanos: lugares hermosos.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23358344-114193460212204801?l=safesa42.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Santosfernandezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05100094289103010337noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23358344.post-1141934258209158972006-03-09T11:52:00.000-08:002006-03-09T11:57:38.220-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7259/2390/1600/portalon1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7259/2390/320/portalon1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7259/2390/1600/Rancaguanvbre%20030.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7259/2390/320/Rancaguanvbre%20030.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7259/2390/1600/Rancaguanvbre%20014.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7259/2390/320/Rancaguanvbre%20014.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />En Chile viajando por el campo se pueden ver toda clase de casas antiguas, perdidas entre el verdor de la vegetación, con formas extrañas. Son humildes, sencillas, pero tienen su encanto. Hay que vivir en ellas para comprenderlas, para amarlas y sentirlas.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23358344-114193425820915897?l=safesa42.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Santosfernandezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05100094289103010337noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23358344.post-1141913612983069002006-03-09T06:10:00.000-08:002006-03-10T12:46:56.873-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7259/2390/1600/IMG_7942.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7259/2390/320/IMG_7942.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7259/2390/1600/panaderia.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7259/2390/320/panaderia.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />Segunda fotografía de niños con trajes tipicos en Zuñiga (Chile). Guardar las constumbres es algo fundamental en un pueblo. Nadie debe perder sus origenes. Una panaderia en Las Cabras (Chile) con un cuadro de un repartidor de pan en otros tiempos no muy lejanos.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23358344-114191361298306900?l=safesa42.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Santosfernandezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05100094289103010337noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23358344.post-1141898490631878642006-03-09T01:55:00.000-08:002006-03-09T02:01:30.633-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7259/2390/1600/juanin1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7259/2390/320/juanin1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7259/2390/1600/herodes.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7259/2390/320/herodes.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7259/2390/1600/cruzred.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7259/2390/320/cruzred.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />Tradiciones seculares. La Semana Santa con calles llenas de gente al paso de las procesiones en un amanecer brumoso y triste. y "Juanin" que camina y corre ante el asombro de todos, pese a que todos los años es lo mismo. Todos los pueblos de León cambían, tienen otro aire, en Semana Santa.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23358344-114189849063187864?l=safesa42.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Santosfernandezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05100094289103010337noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23358344.post-1141898143950371672006-03-09T01:49:00.000-08:002006-03-09T01:55:43.950-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7259/2390/1600/PICT0016.0.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7259/2390/320/PICT0016.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7259/2390/1600/PICT0103.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7259/2390/320/PICT0103.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7259/2390/1600/PICT0016.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7259/2390/320/PICT0016.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />De nuevo el Sur de Chile y sus arboles, sus casas, sus rios, susbarquitos de color, varados a la orilla de un río o un lago enorme que parece un mar. Lugares como Pucol, Temuco, Quillen llenan nuestra memoria.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23358344-114189814395037167?l=safesa42.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Santosfernandezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05100094289103010337noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23358344.post-1141897763409196382006-03-09T01:43:00.000-08:002006-03-09T01:49:23.410-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7259/2390/1600/PICT0095.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7259/2390/320/PICT0095.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7259/2390/1600/PICT0110.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7259/2390/320/PICT0110.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7259/2390/1600/PICT0073.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7259/2390/320/PICT0073.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />Las nubes en un cielo gris. Es verano pero los días son oscuros, pero al día siguiente saldrá el sol y brillara con todo su explendor el paisaje. Paisaje solitario e increible por donde al lado de un árbol hay una mujer que camina.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23358344-114189776340919638?l=safesa42.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Santosfernandezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05100094289103010337noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23358344.post-1141897402448537482006-03-09T01:36:00.000-08:002006-03-09T01:43:22.450-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7259/2390/1600/PICT0071.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7259/2390/320/PICT0071.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7259/2390/1600/PICT0070.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7259/2390/320/PICT0070.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7259/2390/1600/PICT0069.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7259/2390/320/PICT0069.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />Sur de Chile. Arboles, rios, caminos solitarios que no sabes donde te llevarán. Caminos para perderse, para olvidar la civilización y los problemas. Y al final, si encuentras una casa solitaria, un té y un pan amasado con mantequilla será tu sustento. Y te sentirás el hombre más feliz de la tierra. Quien pudiera perderse para siempre entre la vegetación, al lado de los rios!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23358344-114189740244853748?l=safesa42.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Santosfernandezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05100094289103010337noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23358344.post-1141896988798185052006-03-09T01:28:00.000-08:002006-03-09T01:36:28.810-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7259/2390/1600/palacioramas.0.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7259/2390/320/palacioramas.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7259/2390/1600/astorga.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7259/2390/320/astorga.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7259/2390/1600/palacioramas.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7259/2390/320/palacioramas.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />Astorga en España, es una ciudad hermosa, con un palacio epicospal de Gaudí y con rincones hermosos que visitar. Astorga es una ciudad bimilenaria que tiene un aire antiguo con sus murallas y moderno con sus calles perfectas y llenas de comercios.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23358344-114189698879818505?l=safesa42.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Santosfernandezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05100094289103010337noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23358344.post-1141851239694375652006-03-08T12:49:00.000-08:002006-03-08T12:53:59.703-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7259/2390/1600/fincaloslingues.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7259/2390/320/fincaloslingues.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7259/2390/1600/uncamino.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7259/2390/320/uncamino.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7259/2390/1600/desdecasapap.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7259/2390/320/desdecasapap.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />Mil caminos de tierra, campos a los lados llenos de árboles es una constante en la zona central. San José de Los Lingues y al fondo, mirando, vigilando el cerro. Del cerro bajan las nieblas, el viento frío del invierno, la lluvía que cae incensamente sobre los campos.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23358344-114185123969437565?l=safesa42.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Santosfernandezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05100094289103010337noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23358344.post-1141839206691081212006-03-08T09:25:00.000-08:002006-03-08T09:33:26.703-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7259/2390/1600/bandera.0.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7259/2390/320/bandera.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7259/2390/1600/arbolcalle2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7259/2390/320/arbolcalle2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">San Vicente de Tagua Tagua es un pueblo de chile situado en la sexta región. Calles con antiguos edificios, tiendas, iglesia, un parque de arboles centenarios y una vida que discurre lentamente, sin apenas cambios en el exterior.<br /></span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23358344-114183920669108121?l=safesa42.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Santosfernandezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05100094289103010337noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23358344.post-1141834660520958172006-03-08T08:07:00.000-08:002006-03-08T08:17:40.533-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7259/2390/1600/m.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7259/2390/320/m.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7259/2390/1600/f.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7259/2390/320/f.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7259/2390/1600/a.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7259/2390/320/a.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />Sur de Chile. Caminos perdidos en el bosque. Casas que aparecen sin esperar. Flores exuberantes. Todo un placer para el espiritu y para los sentidos. Perderse en lugares a donde apenas ha llegado la civilización. Chile eterno.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23358344-114183466052095817?l=safesa42.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Santosfernandezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05100094289103010337noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23358344.post-1141772485639311052006-03-07T14:53:00.000-08:002006-03-07T15:01:25.650-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7259/2390/1600/PICT0020.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7259/2390/320/PICT0020.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7259/2390/1600/PICT0030.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7259/2390/320/PICT0030.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />Todo lo contrario que en España, el Sur de Chile se distingue por su clima frío y por su verdor espectacular.Arboles de mil formas llenos de color.Paisajes de montañas y lagos, casas de formas alemanas. Esto es el sur de Chile.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23358344-114177248563931105?l=safesa42.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Santosfernandezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05100094289103010337noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23358344.post-1141767398692093422006-03-07T13:31:00.000-08:002006-03-07T13:36:38.703-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7259/2390/1600/IMG_8374.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7259/2390/320/IMG_8374.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7259/2390/1600/piscina.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7259/2390/320/piscina.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7259/2390/1600/pacifico.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7259/2390/320/pacifico.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">Mar, rios, piscina. Agua por todas partes en Chile. 3.500kilometros de vosta y ríos que recorren la corta franja desde la Cordillera hasta el mar. Piscinas en la roca horadada, agua que corre límpida y entre piedras brillantes. Chile es agua.<br /></span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23358344-114176739869209342?l=safesa42.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Santosfernandezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05100094289103010337noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23358344.post-1141746841937053812006-03-07T07:49:00.000-08:002006-03-07T07:54:01.940-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7259/2390/1600/nuevas%20032.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7259/2390/320/nuevas%20032.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7259/2390/1600/obispo.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7259/2390/320/obispo.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7259/2390/1600/nuevas%20090.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7259/2390/320/nuevas%20090.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />En verano, se celebra una cabalgata en Morella, Castellón, donde el humor disfradado de toda clase de personajes, recorre las estrechas calles empedradas de la amurallada ciudad. Todo el pueblo, niños y mayores, disfrutan de las fiestas y son parte en el espectaculo.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23358344-114174684193705381?l=safesa42.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Santosfernandezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05100094289103010337noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23358344.post-1141746520389173132006-03-07T07:46:00.000-08:002006-03-07T07:48:40.390-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7259/2390/1600/picadores.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7259/2390/320/picadores.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7259/2390/1600/sombreros.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7259/2390/320/sombreros.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7259/2390/1600/tiaespalda.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7259/2390/320/tiaespalda.1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />Nuevas imagenes de una tarde de toros. Lugar: Vinaros en la provincia de Castellón. España<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23358344-114174652038917313?l=safesa42.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Santosfernandezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05100094289103010337noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23358344.post-1141746359011563282006-03-07T07:41:00.000-08:002006-03-07T07:45:59.013-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7259/2390/1600/jesulin1.0.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7259/2390/320/jesulin1.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7259/2390/1600/jesulin1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7259/2390/320/jesulin1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7259/2390/1600/damas.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7259/2390/320/damas.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />Igual que el Rodeo en algunas partes de Chile, asi con los toros en algunas partes de España. Tarde de toros, con sol, calor, sangre, claveles y vestidos escotados.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23358344-114174635901156328?l=safesa42.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Santosfernandezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05100094289103010337noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23358344.post-1141745522068721562006-03-07T07:24:00.000-08:002006-03-07T07:32:02.070-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7259/2390/1600/castfaro.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7259/2390/320/castfaro.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />En España, Peñiscola, es una ciudad en el mar. Benedicto XIII la hizo sede del Papado y en el castillo donde vivió, podía ver todos los días un mar claro y azul, lleno de luz. Hoy Peñiscola tiene casas blancas, terrazas mediterraneas y un faro que ilumina la noche y destella en el mar.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23358344-114174552206872156?l=safesa42.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Santosfernandezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05100094289103010337noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23358344.post-1141745046382411102006-03-07T07:19:00.000-08:002006-03-07T07:24:06.383-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7259/2390/1600/rodeo1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7259/2390/320/rodeo1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7259/2390/1600/rodeo.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7259/2390/320/rodeo.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7259/2390/1600/rodeo.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7259/2390/320/rodeo.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7259/2390/1600/IMG_8454.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7259/2390/320/IMG_8454.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />El rodeo es como las corridas de toros en España. El campo vive el rodeo, llena las "medialunas" y se emocionan con todo lo referente a los caballos y a los animales. Sin rodeos no se entiende el campo, sobretodo en la zona central de Chile. La Sexta Región es, con Rancagua, la principal en el tema de los rodeos.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23358344-114174504638241110?l=safesa42.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Santosfernandezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05100094289103010337noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23358344.post-1141744696687209572006-03-07T07:15:00.000-08:002006-03-07T07:18:16.686-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7259/2390/1600/ni%3F%3Focole.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7259/2390/320/ni%3F%3Focole.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7259/2390/1600/ni%3F%3Foscole.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7259/2390/320/ni%3F%3Foscole.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />En todos los colegios de Chile los niños y no tan niños van uniformados perfectamente. Quizá no sean uniformes bonitos, pero todos los niños van igual y limpios. El uniforme en Chile, colegios, empresas,etc., es inherente a la condición de los chilenos. Les gustan los uniformes.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23358344-114174469668720957?l=safesa42.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Santosfernandezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05100094289103010337noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23358344.post-1141744458847189342006-03-07T07:08:00.000-08:002006-03-07T07:14:18.856-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7259/2390/1600/IMG_8455.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7259/2390/320/IMG_8455.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7259/2390/1600/IMG_8439.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7259/2390/320/IMG_8439.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7259/2390/1600/IMG_7998.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7259/2390/320/IMG_7998.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />Chile, el campo, ama los caballos. Son y han sido animales para desplazarse por toda la geografia. Son, sin duda, los mejores amigos del hombre del campo. Las espuelas para hacerlos trotar son obras de arte.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23358344-114174445884718934?l=safesa42.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Santosfernandezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05100094289103010337noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23358344.post-1141684390464130872006-03-06T14:26:00.000-08:002006-03-06T14:33:10.466-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7259/2390/1600/enero06%20006.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7259/2390/320/enero06%20006.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7259/2390/1600/catedral1.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7259/2390/320/catedral1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7259/2390/1600/catedral.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7259/2390/320/catedral.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />La catedral de Astorga en España. Piedra de más de mil años en contraposición con los años de Chile.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23358344-114168439046413087?l=safesa42.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Santosfernandezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05100094289103010337noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23358344.post-1141683938168937822006-03-06T14:19:00.000-08:002006-03-06T14:25:38.170-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7259/2390/1600/puente.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7259/2390/320/puente.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7259/2390/1600/Larmague%20007.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7259/2390/320/Larmague%20007.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7259/2390/1600/Larmague%20004.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7259/2390/320/Larmague%20004.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />Unas norias en Lamargue. El agua mueve las norias y el agua riega el campo. Chile entre lo antiguo y lo moderno.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23358344-114168393816893782?l=safesa42.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Santosfernandezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05100094289103010337noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23358344.post-1141683443840944292006-03-06T11:12:00.000-08:002006-03-06T14:17:23.893-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7259/2390/1600/clarosc1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7259/2390/320/clarosc1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7259/2390/1600/arcoRoda.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7259/2390/320/arcoRoda.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7259/2390/1600/arboles.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7259/2390/320/arboles.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7259/2390/1600/arbolcamp.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7259/2390/320/arbolcamp.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />Un arbol al lado de la carretera. El arco de Bará en Roda, Cataluña. Paisajes de España todos.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23358344-114168344384094429?l=safesa42.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Santosfernandezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05100094289103010337noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23358344.post-1141663793041894272006-03-06T08:47:00.000-08:002006-03-06T08:49:53.043-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7259/2390/1600/marinvierno.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7259/2390/320/marinvierno.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7259/2390/1600/marespuma.0.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7259/2390/320/marespuma.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">Mediterraneo. Mar tranquilo que a veces se irrita. Vistas desde mi casa en España<br /></span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23358344-114166379304189427?l=safesa42.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Santosfernandezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05100094289103010337noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23358344.post-1141663491143461782006-03-06T08:40:00.000-08:002006-03-06T08:44:51.153-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7259/2390/1600/noviembre24%20017.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7259/2390/320/noviembre24%20017.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7259/2390/1600/noviembre24%200012.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7259/2390/320/noviembre24%200012.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7259/2390/1600/IMG_7928.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7259/2390/320/IMG_7928.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />Parques con árboles centenarios, carreteras con árboles, plantas hermosas...Esto es Chile en la zona central.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23358344-114166349114346178?l=safesa42.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Santosfernandezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05100094289103010337noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23358344.post-1141591532284535032006-03-05T12:40:00.000-08:002006-03-05T12:45:32.286-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7259/2390/1600/IMG_8320.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7259/2390/320/IMG_8320.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7259/2390/1600/IMG_79692.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7259/2390/320/IMG_79692.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />En la foto una maguera de agua para surtir a un tren que hace muchos años que desapareció. En el polvo las gallinas buscan migajas de pan inexistentes.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23358344-114159153228453503?l=safesa42.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Santosfernandezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05100094289103010337noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23358344.post-1141591136573269162006-03-05T12:35:00.000-08:002006-03-05T12:38:56.573-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7259/2390/1600/iglesia.0.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7259/2390/320/iglesia.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7259/2390/1600/carro.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7259/2390/320/carro.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />En San José de Los Lingues una iglesia modesta y un carro abandonado en el campo, esperando, quizás, que alguien ponga un caballo delante para transportar los productos del uberrimo campo chileno<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23358344-114159113657326916?l=safesa42.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Santosfernandezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05100094289103010337noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23358344.post-1141586449662804722006-03-05T11:16:00.000-08:002006-03-05T11:20:49.663-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7259/2390/1600/emplportalon.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7259/2390/320/emplportalon.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7259/2390/1600/heladosmodernos.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7259/2390/320/heladosmodernos.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />Un remolque antiguo pero con un rotulo moderno. Helados para el verano para las gentes de San Vicente. En Chile es el lugar de Sudamerica donde se comen más helados. ¡Qué ricos están!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23358344-114158644966280472?l=safesa42.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Santosfernandezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05100094289103010337noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23358344.post-1141585757531580212006-03-05T11:05:00.000-08:002006-03-05T11:09:17.533-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7259/2390/1600/ni%3F%3Fosjuegos.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7259/2390/320/ni%3F%3Fosjuegos.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />Zuñiga es una pedanía de San Vicente. Sus calles, sus gentes,sus árboles hacen de Zuñiga un hermoso pueblo de Chile.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23358344-114158575753158021?l=safesa42.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Santosfernandezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05100094289103010337noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23358344.post-1141585492569578962006-03-05T11:02:00.000-08:002006-03-05T11:04:52.576-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7259/2390/1600/enero06%20010.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7259/2390/320/enero06%20010.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />Astorga en León, tiene el palacio del Obispo construido por Dalí. Disney lo puso como escudo de sus peliculas. Un día de invierno, con los árboles sin hojas.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23358344-114158549256957896?l=safesa42.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Santosfernandezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05100094289103010337noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23358344.post-1141575845912616582006-03-05T08:15:00.000-08:002006-03-05T08:24:05.913-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7259/2390/1600/iglescogord.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7259/2390/320/iglescogord.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />En un pueblo de La Cepeda, cerca de Astorga, una iglesia humilde eleva su espadaña sobre el cielo gris. En este pueblo nací yo.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23358344-114157584591261658?l=safesa42.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Santosfernandezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05100094289103010337noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23358344.post-1141574884820336312006-03-05T08:01:00.000-08:002006-03-05T08:08:04.830-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7259/2390/1600/focas.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7259/2390/320/focas.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />En el Pacifico, al lado de un pueblo llamado Pichilemu, paraiso del surf, esta isla emerge como un animal marino prehistorico<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23358344-114157488482033631?l=safesa42.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Santosfernandezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05100094289103010337noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23358344.post-1141561022170947552006-03-05T04:10:00.000-08:002006-03-05T04:17:02.173-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7259/2390/1600/fiesta%20Zu%3F%3Figa.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7259/2390/320/fiesta%20Zu%3F%3Figa.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7259/2390/1600/fiesta%20Zu%3F%3Figa.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7259/2390/320/fiesta%20Zu%3F%3Figa.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7259/2390/1600/fiesta%20Zu%3F%3Figa.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7259/2390/320/fiesta%20Zu%3F%3Figa.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />En Zuñiga, Chile, unos niños se visten con trajes antiguos y revisten ancestrales ritos. Miran a la cámara con temor. El pueblo es una calle llena de árboles, hermoso y romántico.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23358344-114156102217094755?l=safesa42.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Santosfernandezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05100094289103010337noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23358344.post-1141560517003918062006-03-05T04:02:00.000-08:002006-03-05T04:08:37.003-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7259/2390/1600/IMG_83052.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7259/2390/320/IMG_83052.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />En Los Lingues, una mujer de 100 años,sentada a la puerta de su casa. Cien años de saber, de trabajar, de luchar, de sufrimiento. Cien años de vida. Toda una historia.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23358344-114156051700391806?l=safesa42.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Santosfernandezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05100094289103010337noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23358344.post-1141560018918217812006-03-05T03:58:00.000-08:002006-03-05T04:00:18.926-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7259/2390/1600/estacion.1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7259/2390/320/estacion.1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />En Pelequén, un pequeño pueblod e Chile donde existe un Santuario a Santa Rosa de Lima, hay una estación de ferrocarril con extrañas farolas de "fierro". Solitaria porque apenas cruzan trenes.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23358344-114156001891821781?l=safesa42.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Santosfernandezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05100094289103010337noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23358344.post-1141557290346245282006-03-05T03:12:00.000-08:002006-03-05T03:14:50.346-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7259/2390/1600/IMG_8473.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7259/2390/320/IMG_8473.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />En un rodeo, pisando la pradera, posan para mi unas muchachas con unos trajes tipicos, preciosos, llenos de encanto y gracia. La sonrisa pone el toque de alegría en la escena<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23358344-114155729034624528?l=safesa42.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Santosfernandezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05100094289103010337noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23358344.post-1141557165782991222006-03-05T03:10:00.000-08:002006-03-05T03:12:45.783-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7259/2390/1600/IMG_8479.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7259/2390/320/IMG_8479.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />En San José de Los Lingues, una pequeña pedanía de San Fernando, un rodeo en recuerdo de un socio muerto.Gentes, animales, caballistas en silencio. Los árboles elevan sus ramas hacia el cielo<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23358344-114155716578299122?l=safesa42.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Santosfernandezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05100094289103010337noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23358344.post-1141557024778024522006-03-05T03:08:00.000-08:002006-03-05T03:10:24.786-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7259/2390/1600/casacerro4.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7259/2390/320/casacerro4.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />En el Centro de Chile hay un pueblecito que se llama San José de Los Lingues. Allí, en la falda de un cerro, una casa pequeña, humilde, que me llena de nostalgia. Fue mi vivienda unos meses.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23358344-114155702477802452?l=safesa42.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Santosfernandezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05100094289103010337noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23358344.post-1141505236075866472006-03-04T12:44:00.000-08:002006-03-04T12:47:16.076-08:00En la mañana del día 8 de septiembre, el avión aterrizó en el aeropuerto de Santiago. Pasamos los trámites de extranjería y salimos a la claridad de las calles. Un coche nos llevó por una carretera en obras hasta San Vicente. Camiones dobles, coches antiguos, furgonetas y las vias del tren que se dirigue al sur. Arboles, montañas, ríos, casas antiguas, poblaciones nos acompañan hasta llegar al mediodía.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23358344-114150523607586647?l=safesa42.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Santosfernandezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05100094289103010337noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23358344.post-1141505050056793222006-03-04T12:41:00.000-08:002006-03-04T12:44:10.066-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7259/2390/1600/crucifijo3.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7259/2390/320/crucifijo3.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />En cualquier cruce de carreteras puedes ver un Cristo enorme, blanco, rodeado de árboles que señalan un camino. Este Cristo está en el cruce de la carretera que va a Zuñiga Chile<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23358344-114150505005679322?l=safesa42.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Santosfernandezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05100094289103010337noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23358344.post-1141483927506926062006-03-04T06:50:00.000-08:002006-03-04T06:52:07.506-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7259/2390/1600/3hermanos.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7259/2390/320/3hermanos.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />En un rodeo de un pueblo de Chile, gentes que miran y están tristes.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23358344-114148392750692606?l=safesa42.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Santosfernandezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05100094289103010337noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23358344.post-1141480448817109842006-03-04T05:52:00.000-08:002006-03-04T05:54:08.816-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7259/2390/1600/bandera.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7259/2390/320/bandera.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />Mientras amanece y el cielo gris se estrella contra las montañas de los Andes, el avión viaja rápido hacia el aeropuerto de Santiago de Chile<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23358344-114148044881710984?l=safesa42.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Santosfernandezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05100094289103010337noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23358344.post-1141479773767941992006-03-04T05:41:00.000-08:002006-03-04T05:42:53.770-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7259/2390/1600/cementry1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7259/2390/320/cementry1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />Al 25 km. de San Vicente hay un pueblo que se llama San Fernando. En el cementerio hay un lugar para las pequeñas tumbas de los niños muertos.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23358344-114147977376794199?l=safesa42.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Santosfernandezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05100094289103010337noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23358344.post-1141479640962555452006-03-04T05:38:00.000-08:002006-03-04T05:40:40.970-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7259/2390/1600/andes1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7259/2390/320/andes1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />El avión cruzó los Andes, y a la vista de avión los montes parecáin un pastel de nata<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23358344-114147964096255545?l=safesa42.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Santosfernandezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05100094289103010337noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23358344.post-1141475288339524332006-03-04T04:25:00.000-08:002006-03-04T04:28:08.340-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7259/2390/1600/IMG_7913.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7259/2390/320/IMG_7913.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />Los alrededores de San Vicente son hermosos, con árboles, con campos cultivados, con caminos y carreteras de tierra, solitarios a veces, con coches con cruzan en dirección al puerto de San Antonio o a la carretera Panamericana<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23358344-114147528833952433?l=safesa42.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Santosfernandezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05100094289103010337noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23358344.post-1141475121349327942006-03-04T04:23:00.000-08:002006-03-04T04:25:21.350-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7259/2390/1600/IMG_8323.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7259/2390/320/IMG_8323.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23358344-114147512134932794?l=safesa42.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Santosfernandezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05100094289103010337noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23358344.post-1141475022118326912006-03-04T04:22:00.000-08:002006-03-04T04:23:42.120-08:00San Vicente de Tagua Tagua es un pequeño pueblo de la zona central de Chile. Es un pueblo de casas de una sola planta con una plaza de Armas, llena de arboles centenarios. Es un pueblo bonito, como muchos pueblos de Chile<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23358344-114147502211832691?l=safesa42.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Santosfernandezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05100094289103010337noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23358344.post-1141474869455311162006-03-04T04:18:00.000-08:002006-03-04T04:21:09.456-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7259/2390/1600/avion2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7259/2390/320/avion2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7259/2390/1600/amanecavion.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7259/2390/320/amanecavion.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23358344-114147486945531116?l=safesa42.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Santosfernandezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05100094289103010337noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23358344.post-1141474707070048442006-03-04T04:17:00.000-08:002006-03-04T04:28:47.206-08:00<span style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:130%;">Empecé el viaje en el mes de septiembre del año pasado. En avión salí de Madrid para llegar a San Vicente de Tagua Tagua en Chile. Una noche de viaje, un cielo oscuro y el amanecer en la cordillera de los Andes, con cumbres nevadas como la de la foto.<br /></span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23358344-114147470707004844?l=safesa42.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Santosfernandezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05100094289103010337noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23358344.post-1141402927155073672006-03-03T08:19:00.000-08:002006-03-03T08:22:07.156-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7259/2390/1600/casacampo.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7259/2390/320/casacampo.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">Una foto para empezar de mi viaje a Chile.</span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23358344-114140292715507367?l=safesa42.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Santosfernandezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05100094289103010337noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23358344.post-1141402709311061072006-03-03T08:17:00.000-08:002006-03-03T08:18:29.320-08:00<span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Hola<br />Me llamo S.Fernández y me gustan las fotografias y los viajes<br /></span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23358344-114140270931106107?l=safesa42.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Santosfernandezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05100094289103010337noreply@blogger.com1