Very Swollen Feet Accompanied By Headache

Kansai colors (I)

is said that Japan has two particularly beautiful moments: the spring and fall. In spring, cherry and plum blossoms make this country into something indescribable. In autumn, the colors of the leaves of trees are responsible for providing new sensations.

And he also said that Kansai is the region of Japan where the fall is more beautiful.

Of the 4 +1 weeks, I was 4 in Kansai: Kobe, Himeji, Nara, Kyoto, Osaka ... belong to Kansai.

Now that I've been here in Spain almost two short week. Now I start to miss certain things that are irrelevant. Now that the cold winter we eats the cartilage. Now to do over a thousand photos of my 4 +1 weeks in Japan starting to look like an exercise in nostalgia.

Now, I say, I think is the best time to share with you the colors of Kansai. This first batch is all of Kyoto.

Enjoy it.

Kinkaku-ji: The input.

Kinkaku-ji: Next to the lake.

Kinkaku-ji: The waterfall.

Kinkaku-ji: The forest.

Ninna-ji

: Lake.

Ninna-ji

: Next to the pagoda.

Who Much Is Half A Head Of Highlights

The reunion: Reality Strikes

The journey back was long. Very long.

I got up at 4 am, I took a train at 5.13 which led me to the bus stop that would take nearly two hours to take me to the airport. About twelve hour flight to Frankfurt. From there, three short hours of scale and two others to Barajas. When I got to bed I could not believe. Let alone be finally in the arms of my baby. I was obedient, yes, and jet-lag could not be me.

Spain has been to reach and realize the changes that have suffered: in these five weeks I have lived, enjoyed, suffered and sometimes (I admit) to cursed the stolid silence as the Japanese have a cultural thing. Well. Was to reach the boarding gate was for me at the airport in Narita (Tokyo) and meet with a English couple shouting that anyone interested us:

- And what a disappointment so great that almost did not!
- But who would think!?
- Well I say that!
- And what did you do?!
- Oh, do not remind me!

And I remembered that he was coming back to Spain, the land of the siesta and the party, the country which cries more than breathing. And just at Christmas, that great time drinking at the river fish and bells on bells unbearable decibel. What laziness. I

a bit overwhelmed these days, I can not deny. Perhaps the peace it produces (the end) isolation in a linguistic communicative devil (as said first Christian missionaries arrived in Japan), perhaps ("too?) Gentleness and kindness of the employees, perhaps the spiritual peace temples and shrines ... The fact is that, accustomed to something that does not fall, the English society seems aggressive, hurtful, nervous ... Funny like few others, is true. And sometimes humanitarian, of course.

But shrill as no longer tolerable in normal situations.

"is that Latinos are passionate, they say. A passionate club. A whole string of hysterical rude is what we are. Usually, of course. There are exceptions so supreme you feel like tap dancing on street corners.

And yet, how much I missed home. Because this is the homeland of one, that outside military contexts and / or derechones, comes from the Latin "pater" (father) and means "land of the father." So here, in Spain, my country and motherland, I will have to stay a bit longer.

Although (I confess) I hope not too much.

As you know, I'll write more about Japan. So keep this blog. By the way, I added a photo to another to what I wrote from Tokyo: If you go down a little, find new things.

Small Audrey Hepburn Shower Curtains

Arigato, Nippon. Absorbed

As I have been counting, I'm leaving Japan in a few hours. But why not just blog, much less. Since he had no possibility of uploading photos to illustrate my comments in recent days I have written less. But when I get back to writing house, leaving a testimony of lived experience and not yet reported. Tokyo, Nikko, Kamakura, Yokohama ..., they give much more of what you have read. And another little something special at the moment do not say. So do not go yet there's more.

So it's just a goodbye, I say goodbye to you today.

And Japan, whom I have the certainty that I will see soon, I can only spend a few haikus outlined innocent limp between trips.



Sanjusangendo:
I
barefoot around a thousand and one Buddhas.


Nara and
breeze
have my secrets I do not know. Stairways


. There are steps that ascend

and falling leaves.



I ask this land that we do not
forget each other.


back soon: Fall
your temples
chained me.


Moss. A torii. Man looking
a temple. Something
awake.

What Kind Of Camera Do I Need For Closeup

disbelief, bowlegged, ojiplático ... 47 ronin

Now, when there are only a few hours to bid farewell to Japan, I have a final count of everything that has been surprising me (for better, for worse, for rare, so who knows ...) in these 4 +1 weeks. Some of them have been peppered these lines. The following never had (so far) an adequate gap.

- On any fashion ad, the canon of beauty (especially females) is the western. The models clothing, wrinkle creams ... are Western. Not so, of course, with the announcements of insurance or the mortgage, since in these it is that japonesillas japonesillos and feel identified @ s bite the bait. So much comes obsessed with having white skin, the girls (not saying all, but a number too high for what the WHO recommend) are in miniskirts without socks in winter (and when I say I am very miniskirt sometimes benevolent) to cold (ice right now, is a stream that comes from Siberia) will leave the skin more pale. I saw legs covered in bruises from the same cold. In contrast, in summer (to keep them out of the sun tanning) are made not just pants, but long-sleeved shirts and even gloves. And I say that in the name of fashion or aesthetics one can do with your body what you like. But the faintness and hypothermia are serious.

- Reviewers of the trains are very nice. EVERY time they enter and leave each car are turned towards the people (which does not make you any attention because they tend to be sleeping) to make a bow and so thankful that make use of the facilities. This, of course, in carriages where there is room to walk. At eight o'clock is unthinkable.

- For trains in Tokyo at eight o'clock, I must say that, at his side, Kyoto buses are like a spacious hangar where they fit three Titanics. The mother of fair love, what stopping them. If the train hits a slowdown will not fall because you have nowhere to fall. And indeed, the tight (some men whose job is to push people to fit in the car) are working for him.

- Best of the trains and subways, on the platforms there is a point of indicating where signs will be located the doors. People therefore queuing from that point, which avoids the problems of "let out before entering." Some skip it, of course. But it is the less. Moreover, almost everyone knows this basic rule as civic education which in no escalators to cut the passage in case someone in a hurry. I hate people who stay planted in the middle of the flight of stairs without thinking that is causing a jam.

- Last point about public transport. It is true what he had heard: there are some women-only carriages. Apparently there were many complaints that, taking advantage of the jam, the men put his hand in a more than ostentatious. In some cases, if a man enters the carriage of women, nothing happens. At least in Kobe, a city more quiet, I have entered and there were more gentlemen like me. Tokyo do not know if things are equal. Before this I wonder if a woman goes to car at rush hour and they put unisex hand, have a right to complain?

- Fruit is very expensive. To get an idea, a basket with 9 strawberries (counted with those eyes that someone I know I have to remember before you close your eyes each night) costs about EUR 6. And it is most expensive.

- In Spain there are supermarkets, for example, a hall exclusively for pet food. Here too. But there is another exclusive for algae.

- It is impossible to change a schema to a Japanese. As an example, I'll tell my daily struggle with the bed in the residence. On the one hand, the pillow they gave me gave me an allergy, as it had inside and little balls of something weird. The first night I could not sleep. The second slept without a pillow and in the morning I hurt my neck. The third night I decided to use towels to function as a pillow. As the laundry room and spare sheets and towels were in front of my door, I agency four towels for use every night (they were always the same, mind you). Moreover, since the evening cool, I used a blanket that was in my closet to wear it on top. That's right: when he returned home in the evening the room had already made with the pillow ball into the bed, the blanket back into the closet and folded towels on the quilt. During four weeks I had to put the blanket every night. As for the towels, I told you that I was forced to buy a pillow, then passed me a note saying that I only reception was allowed to wear a pad daily.

- On the other hand, both the sheets tucked to make the bed that night I could not sleep so tight it was. What wild aunts.

- I said that sleep is the national sport. They do it anywhere. And "anywhere" means "everywhere." On the other hand, the national drink is not far from the sake. What is. Everything is "Japanese tea", which is what we in our ignorance, we call "green tea." In the restaurants are free, such as water jugs in Spain.

- A big bike everywhere. To the extent that I have been on the verge of an outrage over the sidewalk. And no, there was no bike lane.

- Feeling helpless before a language you do not know and can not even read their characters makes you feel completely illiterate. A total illiterate. Feel worthwhile, even for a few days. Just as Boadella once said that many of the problems of Spain (and many of the follies of the English) would be solved with a week of dictatorship a year to remind us what is really the lack of freedom and democracy.

- The works and repairs on public roads are fast and have never seen. Within one (1) day, up a street near the university, he had repaired the damage, they closed all asphalted and left made the minimum marks to remember where was the pedestrian crosswalk. The next day they painted.

- The previous point implies that not only is possible, but there are also people who do it. This, friends, yes we are light years ahead of the Japanese. For centuries light, I dare say.

- Couples usually do not show affection in public. Some go hand in hand, but it is not common. And I have not seen anyone, anyone giving a kiss.

- However, prostitution is not only legal but is announced by the mailboxes of the houses in a very cute pamphlets with photographs including the girls, they also very cute. If for some reason you do not want to get kicked in the mailbox Whorehouses propaganda, because you have to put up a sign that says so. "Please, do not want hookers in my mailbox." And all so happy.

- In operational terms, I explained some of my students that it is calling on the phone and send you a bf home. If you do not, then quit and send you another. So who match up with the one you want. I imagine it will not be so, but (even online) you can see by the photo to select the one you want. When discussing some students in Spain are the customers who will visit the whores (usually) is dismayed, because according to them, if the client is someone important would be evidence if you see a lot of whores around. I told them is true, but according to the Japanese so the client is important not only in fact but that pilinguis, in addition, they find out where the illustrious lives, and that's become more evident. Amazed by the obvious reasoning.

- No one is interested in staying with something that is not yours. This lovely euphemism means, for example, at the University of kobe I could safely leave my laptop on and plugged in my purse or forgotten over a table in a hallway and get out to eat any one floor below. When he returned an hour later, everything was still there. It is as normal. Everybody does. Color me to stay. And it's something more or less, it happens all over Japan. There is crime, I suppose, but, generally, one can walk down the street pretty quiet.


This blog has tried to show the glimpse (five weeks will fly past almost always) a fascination with everything Western. If you want more about Japan, from a similar perspective, I recommend the following blog, also on Japan, written by a English very room from which spent years living and working in this country. Review can do everything that has been written since June 2004. A joy to learn more and more everyday aspects ojiplatizantes.


http://micko.blogspot.com/


And here I come with my relationship annihilation. If there are more than certain that yes, I know will bring them in this blog.

Female Masterbstion Tech

I have much to say about Tokyo. Tomorrow is my last day (hopefully temporarily) the archipelago enigmatic and seductive. When you arrive in Spain will update the blog to show you some more of the thousands (literally) pictures I've done. Wonders of digital photography. But I do not leave without having one of the stories have captivated me most.

late seventeenth century, a feudal lord named Lord Asano had to organize a ceremony of protocol in the shogun's palace, which was something like the head of state (the emperor had a role almost anecdotal) to which sought the advice of Lord Kira. This, we think that Asano stay well with the shogun could lead to their own detriment, basely deceived him, so that the ceremony was a disgrace to Asano. Socially plunge to finish, Kira openly mocked the failure of the ceremony. Given this, Asano drew his sword and stabbed him in the forehead, which Kira's victory meant in that day, wield a weapon in the shogun's palace was a serious crime. Kira, knowing this law, was not convicted of provocation. Instead, Asano was sentenced to commit seppuku (or harakiri) and their lands confiscated and his family would be vilified for such daring. Asano was buried in the temple of Sengakuji.

Asano's servants were, therefore, no sir. This makes, as in "Ronin" (which means just that, "raised without love"). 47 of these ronin vowed revenge against the injustice done to his master, knowing that the servant who kills a feudal lord is punished with death. So, two years later, when Kira and suspected nothing, entered his palace and killed him, decapitating him. Then they went to Sengakuji, washed his head in a hole (the one pictured above) and placed at the grave of Asano. Once done, surrendered to justice. Sentenced to death, 47 were made to commit seppuku in a collective ceremony and were buried next to his master Sengakuji. Asano's widow gave to the monks who tended the temple a plum tree that is planted next to the nearly 50 tombs.

Even today, three hundred years later, the Japanese come to Sengakuji to pay tribute to these heroes, unwavering loyalty model. There have written hundreds road works and hundreds of films on this subject.

our Fuenteovejuna Something like (which was also a real fact), but here is a matter of national pride. In Spain, however, the "Who killed the commander?" we sound like old wives' tale that are bored at the brazier. Anyway. Sic transit ...

Sengakuji I was in a church so humble and simple, but deeply moving because of the history of the tombs, loyalty, passion with which Japanese go, silence and respect the offered to each grave lit an incense stick. I bought the incense, which they sell in large enough clusters to there are enough for each hero. For five minutes I bowed to each grave, depositing the offering. I left the room ruefully, but with some pride in the viscera.

Allegiance. Nobility. Justice. What a splendid life than three hundred years after his death, manages to be remembered with these three words.

Kates Playground Hardocre

premiere

Yes. Day 4 was the premiere. The boys were nerviosísimos. This is not surprising, because they had tested nearly six months, of which the latter had been at a rate of twelve hours a day, seven days a week. And only one function: that of the day 4. It is not that they have not agreed any other date, no. Is that from the beginning knew that this was a work for a function. Manda noses work capacity of these types. What champions. And what also masochist, why deny it.

The performance was in the Kobe Art Village Center, a professional theater very very cool of Kobe. It was a college theater festival (specifically, from the university), so that students from each department to a work. It represented, therefore, four works: a piece of China, a Russian work (Uncle Vanya, Chekhov), an English and ours. I had no chance to see the other works, so do not ask me. What I do know is that all groups threw the same number of hours. And it's not an understatement.

was a success. I said that some were nervous as custard, but let me tell you a special cas. I think you will remember the Surgeon (I only kept their names, I addressed them by the name of the character, something they appreciated because they said it helped them get into character), who was this boy who was only ten sentences most, and that every day I asked a thousand different things because "I was not sure if I could give the character with all the drama that certainly has given Cervantes when he wrote it." An hour before he was about to mourn because it was the first time I was doing theater, and was afraid because their parents went to see him do something very different from what they normally do (for which I'm glad, because the character is pulled by the hair and dragged on the floor and then yelled at a judge disrespected) and did not know what they would think, and he hated the theater, you never Pillari another like that. Consoled him, told him I envied him for being his first time, that is the best, or so they say. I spoke of what he felt was normal. I told him a minute before going on stage would believe that he forgot the text. I commented that it was very likely have to pee. But, still, to calm down. Who cared just enjoy and get us enjoy the other, both within a few English who were like the Japanese, as they had done a great subtitle for the Japanese public would understand everything. Well. So when the surgeon went public ate. A silly role as himself, and the boy handed it pipe, made the silly (within set) and started the laughter and applause of the audience. At the end of the work had an unforgettable smile, the kind that are worth a mine potosisca, Cervantes dixit.

(At night we went to celebrate, where I learned that the Japanese generally do not know how to drink. Go chives it took a few. The surgeon, in the restaurant, half went to a table and shouted for everyone to next year give the title role. Angelito.)

For my part, I enjoyed as a dwarf down with Sam to the public. And enjoyed it because I saw them (with Cristina, who helped me know what dishes were in the restaurant and Koji, who from day one made for helping within the group dynamic, the soldier, who when he sees me through the halls hugs me and asks me not to go to Japan because he says I'm the best teacher I ever had, Saya, which is not understand a word when I arrived and now has one of the best predictions of the work, to the point where it took second prize in the category of actresses from all over the festival, and so up to twenty people on stage) then enjoy the huge effort they have made (I do not tire of repeating). But I enjoyed even more, if possible, when I turned and saw how the Japanese public, in full, and burst out laughing amused with some interludes written by a man who died nearly 400 years ago, and I had a bit of guilt all.

"How nice," I thought, "this is really doing a good tribute to Cervantes in Don Quixote this year. And the rest is nonsense."

Generate Your Paper Toy

I've been a few days in Tokyo. Right from the Monday night (I write these lines on Thursday afternoon), and for a few reasons not relevant here I could not write on the blog. Suffice to say that for some strange reason I can not post pictures. So keep writing, but when I do I'll do a less extensive and without pictures. I'll keep trying, mind you. Let's see what happens ...

Finally, you can imagine that I have to tell you a lot of outdated information. For example, on the conference I gave last Wednesday, that is, on 30 November. Everything started when I was very happy after a short class theater students to tell what it was the English Golden Age, and I got link to some of my limited knowledge of Japanese culture and history. The kids understood it better because of these examples, and the next day I went to a meeting of the English Department as teachers wanted to know. They asked me how I was giving the adaptation to the environment, and told them what the class. I admit that I was a bit different pedantic, as the situation required: in the end I was invited by a university there had no more to me some references and wanted them to see that I was at the height of those references. So when I saw that I had some knowledge of Japan (again, rare) were shocked, and Professor Fukushima, a charming man, others suggested that I give a lecture-introduction to the English Golden Age, more specifically on Cervantes ( cachis, could have been on Lope) for all students of English at the university: about 200. They felt good and got the university paid me apart from the conference. I loved it. Of course.

I thoroughly prepared the conference (I promise that rhyme was not sought), and to devise a scheme very simple-to provide a copy to each student, which summed up everything that was going to explain. For the words "difficult" told again with the help of Santi and some Japanese students, which led me concepts like "Counter" or "Invincible." Moreover, since the classroom where the lecture is taught, the 504, as shown in the photo below, projector and screen available for the computer, I prepared a document with images that help students understand visually what he was talking about. Thanks to that could understand (I think) what was the Inquisition or Comedy Corral.

And the day came, and was a success. The guys were watching (some were asleep, but here is common to the utmost, you know rest on any site is the national sport) And as I say, who had to be happy he was. Because the students were delighted (and if you do not like about Cossacks were lied when I said yes) and teachers: came across the English Department in full and then gave me a farewell dinner (sushi source Skyscraper size) in a pleasant climate in which someone suggested it would be great someday I could work there. The ears I was shot, the antennas are directed toward that point. All teachers said yes, that is true, it would be a good signing. To my dismay (because I do not mind if we came here a year old, for example) is that the position for which I could choose a reader that you have to apply at the University of Alcalá, as there is an exchange of teachers between the two universities: a Japanese teaching Japanese and English English Alcalá in Kobe. The deadline for submission of applications over the next day to come to me to Japan and I did I knew. In short, our fate when international travel continues his streak lasting.

But that does not detract from what mattered most that day: my first conference, and also in a distant country like Japan to an audience which, of course, would not understand everything he said. But I got it. And so richly.

The next day, reviews the premiere of the work.

How Tell If Somone Masterbaits

Kyoto conference (III): Sanjusangendo, Chion-in, Ginkakuji ...

My third and last day in Kyoto was as tired as fruitful, but would have preferred more of the latter than the former. I have told you once that Kyoto is immense, or so it seems. Know the population you have, or geographical extent. But I say it is very very wide. That last day I had, moreover, many recommendations of sites-the-not-you-can-lose carrying the agenda, overloaded with possibilities. In total pretended to go to six places, some of them quite removed from each other, or even enough removed to dry. Without thinking twice I got up at half past six and nine and was in Kyoto. It is a shame that Fapresto not let me infamous pun, because in this case would say that I felt like Cervantes and the Quixote and I Kyoto. But anyway, go to the monuments, which will always be more emblematic than any tontuna mine.

Santi and calligraphy teacher had recommended me to the core a Buddhist temple called Sanjusangendo, known for its thousand and one Buddha. This very close to the main train station in Kyoto, so it was my first stop. Came to the door, send payment as Buddha, I lamented to the lineup of "can not take pictures" (you know, the accompanying are taken from the Internet), I think the temple on the outside is ugly as the one that has a lot to impress the inside to keep up with the recommendations as authentic. But sloughing with the giant Buddha in Nara, so I better shut up and let the awe it do its work.

Sanjusangendo means something like "thirty-three spaces, from the number of spaces left column of the only room that has the temple. The building is very long. I have never known much of measures, but I think between column and column may have no problem five to seven meters. Multiply and you will be surprised. That is what I did to get in, of course. Because I thought the Buddha would be a thousand and one the size of a typical domestic popular image as the Santa Rita I had my grandmother or the Sacred Heart that is my mother in her room. Cheers for me. Each Buddha has over five feet tall. And there are thousand so. In the center, separating the other half a hundred (I have not counted, you'll have to trust me as I am of the temple authorities), a higher proportion Buddha who is revered in a special way. In fact, during my visit a priest was making a prayer by repeating a mantra (or so I think) with a bell that played at all times and in the atmosphere that produced a climate different from everything, close to what we in the imagination through a few movies, but in any case be new for the first time, suddenly, I am in the middle of a genuine Buddhist ceremony. The silence, broken only by the mantras and the bell, is absolute. The Buddhas impact by number. Thousand-foot statues are many statues of five feet, really. Incredible. And differences between them. In the picture, even with all the depth there, you see only half (ie the picture is taken from the central Buddha and would fail to see the Buddhas of the left wing). I guess this effect must be something like the warriors of Xian, China. Although the Warriors are about seven thousand, I have heard. In front of the Buddha, statues of protective gods that no watch no evil spirit. Also, at one end of the room, the god of rain and the wind in another. Nature always omnipresent in the East.

Maybe later repetition ad millem "of the statues have seemed weary or glib. I mean, as I recall, in the West, the repetition is not an aesthetic reason, and when we find, for example, in the Vatican Museums (happened to me), one is disgusted by the inability to stare before a statue because of so many. As they say someone important to me, "obscures the forest trees." Here, however, the opposite happens. Because one of these statues would result soda, empty, before the majesty everyday that I have used this blessed archipelago. Instead, and as are all equal (except those small differences in the dressing room), I get better focus on only one of these statues: seeing the forest get me a perfect idea as a tree. I am writing, in fact, these lines nearly a week after my last day in Kyoto. Believe me when I say that I remember almost to the centimeter the details of the statues.

And, of course, the Buddha. The principal, the great, the only one whom they worship in a central location of exception. It is not, nor nearly as vast as that of Nara. Do not pretend to be. I think that would eclipse the serene beauty of the building. At a junction of forces, the magic of the Giant Buddha and the magic of a thousand statues would not melt but that would eclipse the other and vice versa. I like to see the heads of the Buddhas. I do not speak of a thousand statues, but of the great statues of Buddha that I've seen in these and four weeks. And I reaffirm what I have said more times in this blog, as there will not been the history of Buddhism, or whether a religion has been as bloody as the top three that I know in the West. I do not care, because they do not talk about it. I speak and I want to mention that this God has been made to face him. Islam is not never the face of Allah, Christianity shows us a man crucified with a crown of thorns on his head (or, rather, a man being roasted on a grill or a woman they have cut breasts and shows them in a tray, or perhaps another tray with the head of the crucified Lord to baptize) and know if there are graphic representations of the god of the Jews. And I say that I speak of the essence, not the history of religions. If I have to give thanks, ask for advice or help, pray for my soul or find solace after the death of a loved one, I would love to look into the eyes that I talk and not feel more than appreciation, kindness, humility and simplicity . And, although so far I have no intention of becoming any religion, I must say that I found just looking at the face of Buddha. Even after Richard Gere and may be responsible to trivialize the image of the Buddhist, I believe that this god and his followers speak the same language.

Salgo Sanjusangendo, prop me, I look for a bus (today is Monday and the crowd there, so I have no problem using them) and I head to Chion-in. Is an enclosure santuarial (do not know if there is such a word) in which there are several buildings, devoted to one or the other gods. And know you've arrived when the door is, vast as only they know to be disconcerting. In the picture you can see how people are small beside him. It is only the gateway to the campus. And you feel like getting. Go if you want. A big Climbing the stairs that separate the gate, a map shows you where you are and how many things can be seen inside the compound, including up to view recommended routes best. This is very convenient, it is quite common throughout Japan. It is difficult, as a rule, lost: every five hundred meters (depending on the site, of course) you can find one. It is easy, thanks to this, not suddenly appear in Navacerrada. When you enter the main site and you clear something: No smoking, although we are abroad. We can not forget that ALL the buildings are made of wood and surrounded by nature semiagreste. I have told you once that the fire was caused or not, who has destroyed the vast majority of historic buildings in this country. Earthquakes have also helped, of course.

I visit the main temple, do not take pictures because you can, but not There is nothing special to highlight, and I dedicate it to wander, trying to avoid the masses of people (although not many, not thought-provoking that I like). That brings me to the cemetery of the sanctuary. Than peace. I always liked cemeteries, some already know (I think), are quiet places where one can come to reunite with their loved ones or at least to remind you where physically there is something about them. I've always said I will not be cremated but buried me. Although, after this contact with nature on this trip, no, no ... Anyway, I would not mind being buried here. Although a little cop you to hell, really. Never mind, I have no intention of dying for now, that I still have to war. Touch wood and I, after five minutes of relaxation in the cemetery. No gore acuseis me, please. I only speak of quiet places.

But for peace of mind that I passed the next temple. Always within the confines of Chion-In, came to a site that is not what is (which is because the map has indicated, of course, but since I do not read Japanese so far not as it is called) but that captivates me up more absolute marrow. It will be the lighting, will be that no one, will I'm sensitive (four weeks so that great), but I'm, again, in front of Beauty. Just like that. Inside someone sweeps the temple, the sun caresses the leaves (which can not es describir los colores de esta region en otoño), no se oye mas que el silencio... Si hay un paraiso y no se parece a este, que me lo cambien. Por favor.

La siguiente parada sera Ginkakuji. Si recordais, la ultima vez que estuve en Kyoto fui a Kinkakuji, que es el pabellon de oro. Ginkakuji es, pues, el pabellon de plata. Tengo que tomar otro autobus (hoy consigo sentarme en todos, que felicidad) que me acerca hasta la entrada del Sendero de la Filosofia, que es un caminito milenario que transcurre a lo largo de un pequeño canal. Deben ser como dos kilometros, algo menos quizas, hasta llegar a Ginkakuji. Lo se, lo se, no dejo de andar todo el dia. Estoy echando unos gemelos que pa que... Tras recorrer el sendero (Favoring pictures like that you can see) came at last to the silver pavilion. I think it's a favorite of couples kiotenses, because it is almost all we have. It is indeed a romantic environment as the single. I have not here who would, of course. But, although not at all the same, I get two or three songs I've ever shared with her. And, though I comfort dream that my arms around in the yard while I say tender, goofy stuff in his ear. But in the end. This is a travel blog. To love literature you already have a Garcilaso and Lope, who are the great gods.


Kibune is, perhaps, the furthest from the central shrine of Kyoto. From Ginkakuji I have to walk half an hour to reach the train station to take me there (yes, half an hour, I know, do not take bus because the map seemed closest), and once on the train to stop twenty-five minutes. When he arrived, another twenty minute walk uphill in the middle of the mountain. Heavenly, but exhausting. Cold even in the corcusilla, but comfortable. Finally arrived. Kibune is the sanctuary that come the peasants, farmers ... to give thanks for water. That's why the mountain is next to several waterfalls and streams. It's small, austere, unpretentious old. However, I was interested in coming here since I saw a picture in Spain. Look, ask, I lost before reaching Japan because the image of this sanctuary is used by the national tourist board japonsea on the cover of an international booklet of twenty pages for those who want to visit the country. I mean it's an image used enough to let someone know of where it is. But no flowers. Neither the Embassy of Japan, or Japanese travel agency where you buy the JR Pass or the Japanese restaurant where I eat when I go to Madrid. Nobody knew. I hallucinating thinking how could he not know him. I arrived here and three quarters of the same until the lady of the Kyoto tourist office told me that, in fact, it was Kibune. Now I understand: it tends to infinity, the number of temples and shrines that exist in Japan. No if counted will have somewhere. The strange thing is that someone knew.

Kibune And as I say, is tiny. I can even say that the shrine itself is worth nothing (or no more than other 1200 I've seen here), out of more than certain religious values \u200b\u200bthat give the faithful who come to their rites here. That if the stairs leading from the entrance to the shrine torii worth the two walks that I have. Do not know if I'll have time or opportunity, but I would like to someday be able to write something about the stone steps of Japan. I am excited.

When you get back to the center of Kyoto would have thought that even time to see the two sites that wanted to see. Viewing the map, the Jardin Botanico (which I recommended as an urgent Jesus Calvo) is very close. Closes at 5. Perfect. It's 3 and a half ago. No problem. I can find a bus stop near the Botanic me. When I come, oh sorrow, oh sorrow, oh lonely fields withered hills, the Botanical Garden closes at 5, yes, but the check in time is until four. And they are five. I was enraged to the utmost. Nothing happens. We're going to do. I still have another site: Nembutsuji Adashino temple on the outskirts of Kyoto (other than a Kibune outside), a seemingly beautiful temple situated in the cemetery where they buried a thousand years ago people who had no friends or relatives who are give good burial. However, no bus stops nearby. I go to Where else can let me near the bus and start walking. Ando and Ando. Fifty minutes walk, for more information. My twins are starting to be hardened titanium. I get lost. This is beyond the end of the known world in the Heian era. I meet an old lady. I ask that if you speak English. I said of course not. I ask a Japanese gruesome than where you come to the temple. He tells me I have to go back (maybe I said something else, but that's what I think he had to say) and points a path a hundred yards and then move your arm toward the infinite, as if to say "you're going down that road and when you get to take the ass are already there. " So I do. When he arrived, the temple has been closed. And indeed, I am to take the ass. Very far. So much that it is dark. But there are people who seem to tourists, and to see them return home as follow: surely reach the station know better than me.

hour and a half later I was at home. My last day in Kyoto has been fantastic and exhausting, of course. I still have to see over half the city. But I'll have to leave for my next trip to Japan. I hope is soon. But you never know.

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Punching Bag On A 4x4

A day in Kobe City (II): The port

After the expectation, I will not leave without finishing my day in Kobe. Sali
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something terrible, but somehow happy: the English are not the only ones that are remembered for the folk (say torero, tuna and Seville), but the Dutch same thing happens. Anyway ... Lower

back to Sannomiya, and instead of taking the subway to Gakuentoshi (home) I decided to have a stroll to do with what I was. So I took the map and headed toward the port, I think I have told you that here they call Harborland. On the way a selection of modern music to spice up the party (ie, which to me means "modern" because you know me: Lots of Sabina, Serrat something and Rodriguez) and walk path that time has erased.

Soon come to a site that looked like a bunker with a power top and what looks like a small fire eternal. A poster (in Japanese and English) says "the cosmic elements." Then I remember that Eastern culture has five elements: the four we know but the metal. I go, I still gnarly hallways with signs something really small letters, and came to an underground room. I am alone. Silence. I look around me. A medium-sized chamber filled with plates filled with something that looks like names. The roof-thick acrylic glass or not, is the source that he looked outside, seen from below. And then I understand. It is a tribute to the city of the 6000 Kobe earthquake killed 1995. The silence is peaceful, inviting self-collected. Miro names. People who have been-or not-whose names I can not read. Suddenly a noise breaks the silence. I look up. The water has started to bubble at full speed, through air ducts.

Fire in the street. Water on the roof. Air in the water. Metal plates. Land that surrounds them. The five elements. For those who built this tribute, those who were and are one with the cosmos. And in this culture is the best you could hope to one who has to go.

is a quiet place. Very quiet. And as I said, invited the gathering. I look in my backpack, book bag Garcia Marquez (Memories of My Melancholy Whores) that had been pending since my first day in Kyoto, I sit on the floor and start reading. Occasionally, very occasionally, someone comes to see the monument. I keep focused on the sad story of love Delgadina wise. I just finally. I have spent almost four weeks to find emotion and tenderness for all sites. I, however, that aesthetic pleasure is all around us and is only to find it. I will not thank me ready, of course, do not mean that I will find it as anyone. After all, it is logical that in a culture where everything is new is easier. What matters to me is the amount of good moments that I'm inhabiting. Moments that are charging the batteries for when you return. I have a thousand projects in Spain. To see what is left.

I leave in silence of the room and came to the port in ten minutes while Serrat describes the woman I love. Not much to see, really, apart from remnants of the earthquake. Have left somewhere as stay leaving a testimony of how bad it was. I would say that is impressive, but it is a piece so small that you almost think you did some hooligans either. Also entered in the Kobe maritime museum. I'm bored enough. Believed that there would be an aquarium (apparently there are a pretty good Kobe) and is, as its name implies, a maritime museum. Boats and ships and explanations on how the charging port of Kobe (the sixth most important in the world, apparently), twinned with the port of Riga, among others.

From there and I go home. Before I took a picture of the tower of the port, famous for its modern design it. It was a day normalito, truth, throwing aburridillo. But in the end. For the record, and notify you.

No desespereis. El proximo dia, mi ultima estancia en Kyoto.

Where Does Holly Willoughby Get Her Extensions

The beauty that will outlast us

( Escrito para el Diario de Alcalá del dia 2 de diciembre, con motivo del aniversario del nombramiento de Alcalá de Henares como Ciudad Patrimonio de la Humanidad .)

Desde hace un mes me encuentro en Japón, invitado por la Universidad de Kobe para dirigir unos entremeses de Cervantes (a saber, La guarda cuidadosa, El juez de los divorcios y El viejo celoso). No quería, sin embargo, dejar de conmemorar el séptimo aniversario del nombramiento de Alcalá como Ciudad Patrimonio. Así que aquí me encuentro, a siete mil kilómetros de casa, ocho horas más tarde que todos ustedes, writing these lines from the delectable Ginjaku-ji Temple, in the eternal city of Kyoto. At this point in the film and you know that Kyoto was the city where he met the committee of Unesco on December 2 that he thought deserved Alcalá among the main cultural environments of our planet.

In these four weeks I have been lucky enough to go sightseeing, and if anything I have learned is that perhaps beauty is the engine that drives the world, but the sediment that remains after everything else. I mean that in our daily life is becoming increasingly strong widespread hatred, the bad feeling because yes, tension inescapable the mean stress that eats away at us, poor education, the struggle for struggle's sake yes or why not. But man can not ever feel tired of being alive, and his fleeting attempt to escape the dark current discovers something (each his own) that he inhabits, and he complements her resume. And so we come to the beauty, because what has characterized the human being throughout history (and talking about human beings with upper and militarized Hottentots not only breathe to the rhythm of war, which all have been in this blue sky is not always) has been the constant search for beauty, whether here in Kyoto, there Alcalá, or Rome, in Ecija, in Boston and Port Moresby. The concept of Beauty has changed over the centuries and places, of course, but Rubens had been startled by the works of Modigliani, Tomas Luis de Victoria with the symphonies of Mahler does not change anything. There is an issue that has to do with religions, cultures, nationalities, experiences or other esoteric trifles. I speak of that beauty, well capitalized, has been, is and will remain an innate human search: all cultures leave behind a mark that identifies a perhaps not so distant future, when all those who have died saw how it was raising that work. These tracks, almost always worthy of being remembered and preserved, represent the Heritage of Humanity, which as it indicates the Unesco, "is our legacy from the past, we live in today, and what we leave to future generations."

Now, the threat is such that we inflict absolute ugliness around us is urgent to fight with beauty. Because they do not always have time to visit a Gothic cathedral or to listen to Brahms or read Garcilaso. I wish we did, of course. But it is not so, once we get out of it shamelessly beautiful in ourselves. I mean the kind words, exquisite manners, the good times shared with our closest, try everyday to help others without the change in disqualification attempt to free one conversation, the horn off forever, smiling for no apparent reason, the good days, good afternoon, the good nights, how beautiful you this morning, lucky to have you by my side, he needs you something, let me help you please, because I appreciate how ... It's all part too, and how-to beauty. And we are all somehow, beautiful. Or so I believe. After all, what is love but the desire to be one with what we consider beautiful?.

Therefore, because there would be nobody without it, let's make a deal: let us try today, or at least today, give us the indescribable joy of being happy and make happy with Beauty, with each of us. Because it costs nothing and is worth much. Because when we are no longer here, she'll endorse us and let us be reminded. Because even our own, non-transferable Beauty is what we leave to future generations.

Happy Heritage Day. Happy Day of Beauty.

Glade Flameless Candles

The day I went

( Note: None of the photos that included today is mine but are taken from internet, because none of the places we are going to tell you allowed to take photos, as will understand later. )

Well that. That Sunday (sorry, but for some reason the blog does not allow me to put the exact dates of the days, which maybe the date shown is not correct, but stating that what happened on Sunday I will tell you 27) I have become Japanese. Because until now I have tourism, I have lived with English students, I bought food outlining rag language words. I even went to market in Kyoto, as you will remember. But today I made in two activities that I believe are very Japanese, and I've lived (almost) as a Japanese would live. Although the second more than the first.

all started in Osaka, a city of "only" eight and a half million people, whose main station (called simply "Osaka") is a swarm of pure madness and vertigo. The first time you get to Osaka two weeks ago, got no leave the station. It was impossible to sign and arrow pointing both contradictory and people in places all around potential. I had an attack of fear that I went back to ride the train to Kobe and I go to house, overwhelmed by the reality Japan.

The second time I promised myself I would get. And get two corners beyond the station, until I saw a huge shopping center (in this country the palbras "huge" usually means "very high" because there are hardly any free land to be "very extensive") that had to a Ferris wheel 30 meters or so. Between, say a turn, I turned to make poo right there and I went back again. Sorry, but you know some of my phobia of crowds that leave you walking. No I survive in Tokyo.

The third time was today. Wanted at all costs to see something of Japanese theater, they do not want to go home without enjoying there something I can not see. And of all possible types of Japanese theater, there are some that you can see here quite often: the Noh and Kyogen (the latter, as an appetizer, is a short comic piece that is sandwiched between acts the first), Kabuki (which displayed the typical samurai made up with an angry voice) and Bunraku (puppet theater with a tradition of centuries, like the other genres mentioned above). Now there is in the lineup Osaka Kabuki and Noh and Kyogen or so when I discovered that he had Bunraku available there that I've thrown. The problem was coming. But with patience and some have taken the circular funk (that here too there is, do not leave to think) and I appeared at the headquarters of the National Bunraku Theater of Japan. There is nothing, a national company (I mean the state) dedicated to puppetry. That can become different things, alas. But of course, is to be the puppet theater.

Bunraku, as I say, is a genus of four years ago in which each puppet (from a height of three quarters of a person) is handled at once by three people dressed in black and that most times have the whole head covered in black. To get the movements so elaborate puppets each manipulator studied about three years, and I can not imagine that an actor used Espanya preparing something for so long then you are not even see his face. Here, however, take into account the role you have the dolls, and they engaged in body and soul. While the puppets are moved by a stage-mouth as wide as the Theatre Royal, a man (the tayuh), as a chant, tells the story and provides the voice of all the characters while a musician is accompanied with a kind the zither called samisen, always with stories written centuries ago, because it is not often write new works. Counted so may not sound like much, but I assure you is an experience to have front about dolls live, speak, feel and suffer like everyone else (even more than a few, actually), with tabs that move and hands gripping things and take their clothes off themselves and cut their hair and fight with katanas to defend the besmirched honor of their ladies. representations lasts for about five hours, although I attended a "short" session of only an hour and forty minutes (ie, the first act), at a lower price. Bunraku included some photographs that you may know what I mean. There are everyday features at eleven in the morning and four in the afternoon. A national theater program features morning every day and the crowd goes ... I'll be dreaming?

left the theater with a smile of those with whom you could swallow your own ears. On the way home, and animated and the circular, made a stop over in Osaka for the Osaka Castle (ie Osaka-jo). The nearest Metro stop is to take a sack of little castle. When I arrived I realized that I longed to enter. Among which is a reconstruction of forty years ago and everyone tells me not worth it ... Well, I wanted to save a thousand pesetas, truth be told.

the afternoon was my baptism Japanese, and never better. Here is something very typical so-called "onsen", which are like a natural hot springs (Japan's volcanic soil, do not forget) that there are everywhere, with establishments that are open where you have a bath and so richly. Apparently they are quite well known internationally (I understand I have a fan of this blog called Fran's friend Helena, who asked him to tell me to go to an onsen. Well then, Fran, happy and I dedicate this experience) and the truth is that fame is at the height of reality. Even falls short. The most interesting is that these "onsen" are as used by people who tend to be places where business and affairs so close. In this case we were some of the theater because we needed to rest a little bit of stress ensayil.

as you enter the facility must remove their shoes, as between Japan. You pay the entry (does not reach three euros) and you take your towel and raisins to the lockers. The onsen are not mixed (with the exception of some that are for families), so we said goodbye to the girls, who went to onsen. Once we strip all the lockers altogether (not worth swimsuit is frowned upon) and we went to the bathroom area. As before getting into the pool you have to shower before going to the onsen have to wash. And there you have me, washing everything in a public restroom. The bathroom is spacious, with a sill so high and long as a sidewalk where people, when sitting, is in front of a shower faucets that reach the knees or so. spirals with a very cute you are, sitting on the sill like you're in the toilet (how nice pairing) and a Japanese naked on either side who knew nothing, spend fifteen minutes Washing you as thoroughly the entire body, including hair and the space between toes. You'll rinsing with water that collects in the bowl and so richly. The photos, though small, is illustrated to perfection. And after that, the onsen. I think we all know what are the hot springs, so I will not elaborate too much. The difference in the onsen with respect, for example, a resort is that the outdoor onsen. That is, at seven in the evening, the sky black and seven Japanese, Santi and I were in Porretta living in a "pool" bubbly almost boiling water while it rained in the face. The hot body and head cold. That sound right?

Joking aside, to let you know that the experience is more impressive than one can imagine. Because it is something between friends, with full confidence to be all naked talking around a bit, of the work, the moon, the girls that they would be on the other side of a wall, the food in Spain, as pronounce the "r", the sons of a bitch and fucking gachupines ... An onsen is enjoyed among family, among people nearby. It seems to return to the ancestors, when soldiers found a pool to cool off. Those who've seen "The Heifer" know what I mean. Before that you ask me, the famous Oriental myth is true sizes. In something we had to take advantage the Westerners against this ancient nation and refined. After the hour and a half bath, which flew by, we meet with the girls and had dinner together in the same place.

get home that night calm, become a more Japanese than in the morning going to the theater and evening bathe among colleagues. Upon reaching the room, my body just wanted to sleep. Was relaxed as I leave the pillow. I dreamed of a puppet stroked my hair and then he left, mounted on her dragon colors.

What Kind Of Hair Does Rihanna Have

Nara Japanese

Osaka, Kyoto and Nara are the three vertices of a geographic triangle that frames an infinite number of temples (Buddhist) and shrines (Shinto). Nara, moreover, was the capital of the country before it was Kyoto, ie around the year 710. I want to get away even more to Kyoto, but will be on Monday, as I have said that when but it is full on weekends (I can vouch for that after having survived in the bus). So I go to Nara, the main temples were declared a World Heritage Site on the same day that Alcala. Incidentally, both obtained this title in Kyoto, where they celebrated the annual reunion of Unesco. Here

train ride is a bit complicated: apart from being paid according to the destination, whatever the type of train you take (ie local, fast or superfast), that there are several companies train and metro. I have a voucher for a weekend with JR, who besides being the bad guy in Dallas is the national rail line in Japan. This bond does not include travel with the Shinkansen, which is the bullet train, but because to go to Kyoto (where ro'll have to do to go to Nara) is far more comfortable than normal, and given also the last Weekend were wrong and gave me ticket for the Shinkansen error, I will try again and see what happens. Upon arrival in Kyoto a guard stops me and tells me my pass is not valid and I have to pay. Making me the confused and mumbling a very unfortunate japospanglish story you have not ridden in any train, I'm in a hotel in Kyoto and I just want to go to Nara but I must have confused it passes through a door. With this maneuver so clumsy book release me 3500 yen and I ride the train to Nara, which if I pass it.

In principle it is necessary one day to see Nara, say in the tourist office. Check out the guide, look at the map given to me, thank you and I go up the street. A sign stating "Todai-ji, 2.8 km." I'm going to Todai-ji, but I swear to myself that I'm not going to take any bus, which confirm that I am in the right direction and go up the street. After five hundred meters, and after thinking that I missed, I see that the map is crap. Asked in a shop, I confirm that I am on the right track and find that map not everything is on the same scale. I mean I have embedded the streets as they have been able to then add some arrows that indicate "from here to here, 800 meters," "from here to here, 300 meters." Grace is that the arrow of the 300 is on a street that according to the map is longer than the 800. Patedefua as I go my way. First stop

. Five-storey pagoda. Kofukuji Temple. All right. It annoys me a bit to have lost the capacity to surprise at these wonders, really. Anyway. Two hundred yards beyond, the first deer, the most interesting monuments in Nara are in the same park that is surrounded by curious deer and greedy people who come thinking they will get something for eat. I walk. Two children are frightened deer after it got a cookie from the hand of one of them. One-a deer, not a child-me look. I stepped closer to him. Gets closer to me. I smell, I look into her eyes, nods his head that reminds me of our cat Dario and stroke her. When you understand that I have the empty hand away disappointed. The boy knows nothing. It goes.

As I am a thousand until I was waiting monument: Todaiji Temple, one of the most important Buddhist destinations in the world because of the Buddha housed inside. With 16 meters high, is the largest bronze statue ever made. The front door is huge. According to the religion Buddhist doors giving access to the precincts of the temples (ie, the whole temple and garden) represent the output of the bad spirits and welcome good. So the doors can be, as is this, a size that impresses.

Throughout my life I've been lucky tourist to witness unspeakable very many sites. As to what religious buildings are concerned, I can see that, generally, the immense size is an artistic motif. And although I do not know even the pyramids of Egypt or the temples of Cambodia and the wonder carved into the rock of Petra, if I remember quite enough gothic cathedrals and the Mosque of Cordoba and the pyramids of Mexico and the Orthodox churches in Bulgaria and to understand that this huge built with a different mentality, who undertook to raise this powerful and wanted to prove they knew, as did also those who built the buildings that I mentioned earlier. But either I am much mistaken, and these gentlemen here are very clear they were nothing compared to the genius of nature, which is more eternal than the best and worst of human creativity. From there arises no doubt that constant interaction between forest and temple with the garden as an essential intermediate and conciliatory man orders his taste for nature, which in turn is essential to know the man. An eternal circle. Nothing in these temples, Therefore, any intent to frighten, distress, restrain or subdue. Or at least I find it totally invaluable. And maybe it's a cultural thing or what, but my feeling on entering the Cathedral of Burgos, which is one of my favorite monuments, eye-is just the opposite. I do not want tergiverseis: from an artistic point of view everything is captivating as the best possible sunrises. I speak of human perspective, that is another story.

All this reflexon home with the impression that causes step by step approach to the temple to take shelter to Buddha. Hard to think that something big is almost dispensable, for more or less to be the case pretty true jewel. I spend a few minutes to observe the outside, convinced that the interior left me even more subdued, and not wasting the world as APRA fascinations.

At last came in, always with his head down looking for the best possible site for the first impression is, forgive the repetition, the more impressive. Once in place, then go up the head.

not define it better, is fascinating. In the literal sense of the word. I am attracted by the slanted eyes of the statue, by the huge hand that tries to point out that being alive is not always a misery. is great, yes, but not far away. People walk, take pictures, check coins, join hands and pray or seek or appreciate. I, for now, I'm facing you while your eyes bronze continue moving toward the horizon that lies beyond the door. Which I appreciate, of course, because if suddenly your eyes will rotate to give me a look would cause a stroke in the respected general. I always have the same records, but this has nothing to do. This is not to eat more custard in a minute or more feet dragging a truck with his teeth. That can be great genius. How great can be greatness.

Buddha, besides sitting on a lily pad open and bright, is flanked by two ladies to whom I have no taste, almost as high as, drawing between the three a serene symmetry, a strength that gives rise to my envy. It, however, do not fall into the trap to forget the building-based, columns, beams, bays ... all wood. As beautiful as transient. Not for nothing many Japanese buildings (not this one) are more or less contemporary reconstructions of others who were lost to fire, intentional or not. I walk around the temple, admire the Buddha while turning around and after about half an hour I'm going even with the fascination between the eyebrows.

Nearby is a shrine, which I head to the safety of the day today and I have covered, but said before that bothers me a little surprised to have lost capacity, it is true that this archipelago has more than enough for anyone boquiabrir . And what I rondare, dark.

Once arrived at the sanctuary Kasuga Taisha-certify "the preceding paragraph, because although I have a no knowledge about the differences and details of Shinto, nature knows no other cultures and is always there where you are allowed to grow. The deer, in addition, make the sanctuary a unique and unrepeatable (unless you have more deer Shinto in Japan, which is likely: not in vain for this religion deer are messengers of the gods). Volume

way back (OTRS 2.8 km, which must be added the distance from Todai-ji and Kasuga Taisha) and make a stop for lunch: the emotion is as food for the soul as the body's digestive, and the gods (which included the beauty and tenderness) could not be God without men that extol.

I take the train approached me Hoyu-ji, the temple considered initial pillar of Japanese culture. According to exit the station, a sign tells me that there is a distance of 2.2 km to the temple, and without Pharmaton Complex or anything similar in the belly I stand by my guns not to ride in bus. Ten kilometers I'm going to do today to leg and notice you.

Foot complain a little when I can get, and go to information desk to sit a bit and ask if they have some little map in English or similar. I serve two elderly gentlemen who tell me-in a very decent English, which are voluntary guidelines of the temple, and I if I want to teach me the temple free of charge. With me I face jug have been, as I repeat it: a tour of the temple free. I have to pay, that if the entrance to the temple ordinary. That is, the same input that would have to make if no one visits or anything. "Why not, say," let's go there, to see if they can explain where I have it set me to not appear to me both the temples and shrines. "

As I think about the little grace that would make certain that I know have free guides in Alcala, I will explain some interesting things. It is not long, however, until I realize that going to be the typical tour that I do not like me much less receive: comprehensive list of dates and names of characters that I can not even want to stay. To make matters worse, the camera decides to run out of batteries before entering the premises. That's why I've included some of the Internet (from now I'll have to do a few times as there are sites that are not allowed to take pictures, tomorrow I enterareis of what I mean), with the intention that you you an idea. For information about the temple, I recommend you go here:

http://whc.unesco.org/pg.cfm?cid=31&id_site=660

After two-hour visits a bit boring clear that nothing I did not know before I take leave of Horyu-ji with the uncertainty of not knowing if there would come to thrill if you go alone. I have no regrets, however. Apart from that it needed to lock a word with someone, I'd rather have found that travel so you have to go a little luggage. Which, of course, would be a good idea, as I have crushed the back.

"Curse:" I think, "I still have another two and a half kilometers to the station. And then almost two-hour trip home." But I'm strong. He said that today do not catch the bus and not lame. You ever seen.

though. Tomorrow I'll have to ask Sam as they say in Japanese "I would like a box of Pharmaton Complex, please."