<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-850065483982467314</id><updated>2011-04-21T16:01:32.030-07:00</updated><category term='Rudolfo Anaya'/><category term='CNM'/><category term='pow wow'/><category term='nieve en albuquerque'/><category term='cactus flowers'/><category term='Fulbright'/><title type='text'>Isabel in ABQ as Fulbrighter</title><subtitle type='html'>la razon principal para escribir este diario es la de   compartir mis experiencias culturales como maestra dentro del Programa de Intercambio Fulbright/Garcia Robles durante los 12 meses que estare en la ciudad de Albuquerque en Nuevo Mexico.

The main reason to write this bilingual blog is to share my cultural experiences while teaching in Albuquerque, New Mexico as part of the Fulbright Exchange Program</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isabelabq.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/850065483982467314/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isabelabq.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>ISABEL IN ABQ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03193624103179588196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>81</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-850065483982467314.post-1653704331173659236</id><published>2008-09-07T15:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T16:07:36.967-07:00</updated><title type='text'>goodbye ABQ</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1B22FUChHeY/SOf2c0mFP2I/AAAAAAAABJs/uEy_SmI9hSo/s1600-h/DSC00152.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253438465366114146" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1B22FUChHeY/SOf2c0mFP2I/AAAAAAAABJs/uEy_SmI9hSo/s200/DSC00152.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hello Xalapa&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;De regreso en Xalapa pudimos ver a Nancy antes de que se fuera y salimos a algunos lugares cercanos a Xalapa, estoy segura que ambas tuvimos una experiencia muy enriquecedora en nuestras vidas y gracias al intercambio Fulbright ampliamos nuestra vision sobre la cultura en la que vivimos durante el periodo que este duro y reflexionamos sobre nuestra propia cultura....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Back in Xalapa we could see Nancy before she went back home and we went out to some places nearby Xalapa, I am sure that both of us have a very enriching experience in our lives and that thanks to the Fulbright exchange we widen our vision about yhe culture in which we lived during the period that this lasted and we also reflected about our own culture &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/850065483982467314-1653704331173659236?l=isabelabq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isabelabq.blogspot.com/feeds/1653704331173659236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=850065483982467314&amp;postID=1653704331173659236' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/850065483982467314/posts/default/1653704331173659236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/850065483982467314/posts/default/1653704331173659236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isabelabq.blogspot.com/2008/09/goodbye-abq.html' title='goodbye ABQ'/><author><name>ISABEL IN ABQ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03193624103179588196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1B22FUChHeY/SOf2c0mFP2I/AAAAAAAABJs/uEy_SmI9hSo/s72-c/DSC00152.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-850065483982467314.post-1325978821356122917</id><published>2008-09-05T15:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T15:45:19.226-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rico!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1B22FUChHeY/SOfu0rLwILI/AAAAAAAABJE/7VoOGWDhnAA/s1600-h/sopapillas.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253430079063597234" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1B22FUChHeY/SOfu0rLwILI/AAAAAAAABJE/7VoOGWDhnAA/s200/sopapillas.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;RichABQ&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;La riqueza cultural de Albuquerque se respira por doquier y esa es una de las cosas que voy a extranar de esta ciudad no solo por las manifestaciones de arte en todas las galerias, librerias y mercados sino tambien la comida tan rica en aspectos de ingredientes y sabor acompanadas siempre de la pregunta "Verde o rojo? " y para muestra, bastan unos botones!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1B22FUChHeY/SOfvZdY89XI/AAAAAAAABJM/PvMqwJ5F7no/s1600-h/062608_19591.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253430711016027506" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1B22FUChHeY/SOfvZdY89XI/AAAAAAAABJM/PvMqwJ5F7no/s200/062608_19591.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1B22FUChHeY/SOfw11bSElI/AAAAAAAABJU/_hyRi8GIQOE/s1600-h/indian+taco.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253432298016215634" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1B22FUChHeY/SOfw11bSElI/AAAAAAAABJU/_hyRi8GIQOE/s200/indian+taco.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1B22FUChHeY/SOfxQ6fOJ0I/AAAAAAAABJc/hIa78cEkNnI/s1600-h/funnel+cake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253432763231381314" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1B22FUChHeY/SOfxQ6fOJ0I/AAAAAAAABJc/hIa78cEkNnI/s200/funnel+cake.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Albuquerque's cultural richness can be felt everywhere and that is one of the things that I am going to miss about this city not only by all the art in galleries, bookstores and markets but also the "rich" food and I use this word because it is not only because of the ingredients but also by the flavors, always acompanied by the question: "red or green?" and here are some examples!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1B22FUChHeY/SOfxrI4x5NI/AAAAAAAABJk/QAMOdbHz88E/s1600-h/chimayo+chile.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253433213773276370" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1B22FUChHeY/SOfxrI4x5NI/AAAAAAAABJk/QAMOdbHz88E/s200/chimayo+chile.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/850065483982467314-1325978821356122917?l=isabelabq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isabelabq.blogspot.com/feeds/1325978821356122917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=850065483982467314&amp;postID=1325978821356122917' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/850065483982467314/posts/default/1325978821356122917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/850065483982467314/posts/default/1325978821356122917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isabelabq.blogspot.com/2008/09/rico.html' title='Rico!'/><author><name>ISABEL IN ABQ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03193624103179588196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1B22FUChHeY/SOfu0rLwILI/AAAAAAAABJE/7VoOGWDhnAA/s72-c/sopapillas.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-850065483982467314.post-6966133441110806335</id><published>2008-09-04T15:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T15:20:51.352-07:00</updated><title type='text'>y el hombre se hizo...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1B22FUChHeY/SOfp_XSr35I/AAAAAAAABI0/I5B3HSiW4hI/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253424765144391570" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1B22FUChHeY/SOfp_XSr35I/AAAAAAAABI0/I5B3HSiW4hI/s200/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Kokopelli&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uno de los símbolos indios que vi con mas frecuencia en Albuquerque fue Kokopelli quien se considera muy importante para muchas tribus nativas de la antigua cultura Anazazi de “de las cuatro orillas” (Colorado, Arizona, Nuevo Mexico y Utah), Carmen la cuñada de Nancy quien es descendiente del pueblo de Acoma nos explico que según la leyenda &lt;a href="http://www.drlamay.com/kokopelli.htm"&gt;Kokopelli &lt;/a&gt;es el creador del hombre, quien va surgiendo de la tierra al sonido de la flauta que Kokopelli toca. Peggy me comento también que Kokopelli es también relacionado con la fertilidad ya sea de cosechas, o la vida humana.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1B22FUChHeY/SOfrZWnZz5I/AAAAAAAABI8/7u9Us8r_Odc/s1600-h/kokopelli-pottery-5[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253426311151079314" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1B22FUChHeY/SOfrZWnZz5I/AAAAAAAABI8/7u9Us8r_Odc/s200/kokopelli-pottery-5%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;One of the native symbols that I saw more frequently in Albuquerque was &lt;a href="http://www.indigenouspeople.net/kokopelli.htm"&gt;Kokopelli &lt;/a&gt;who is considered to be very important to many Native American tribes. He is especially prominent in the ancient Anasazi culture of the "Four Corners" area (Colorado, Arizona, New Mexico, and Utah). Carmen, Nancy’s sister in law explained to us that according to the legend, Kokopelli is the creator of humankind , who is emerging from the soil while listening to Kokopelli’s flute.Peggy also told me that he is related to fertility (I crops and in human beings) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/850065483982467314-6966133441110806335?l=isabelabq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isabelabq.blogspot.com/feeds/6966133441110806335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=850065483982467314&amp;postID=6966133441110806335' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/850065483982467314/posts/default/6966133441110806335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/850065483982467314/posts/default/6966133441110806335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isabelabq.blogspot.com/2008/09/y-el-hombre-se-hizo.html' title='y el hombre se hizo...'/><author><name>ISABEL IN ABQ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03193624103179588196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1B22FUChHeY/SOfp_XSr35I/AAAAAAAABI0/I5B3HSiW4hI/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-850065483982467314.post-8388495108792339954</id><published>2008-09-02T14:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T14:54:01.102-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Acoma wedding vase</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1B22FUChHeY/SOfk9knzMOI/AAAAAAAABIk/nuqEhsmNsnA/s1600-h/M5023s[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253419236804735202" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1B22FUChHeY/SOfk9knzMOI/AAAAAAAABIk/nuqEhsmNsnA/s200/M5023s%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Un regalo de Cynthia:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;En nuestro aniversari o de bodas, nuestra amiga Cynthia nos regalo una jarrita hecha en el pueblo de Acoma, que tiene un significado muy especial: las dos bocas representan dos vidas separadas, y el asa sobre ellas representa la unión de esas dos vidas, en las bodas el padre del futuro esposo entrega esta &lt;a href="http://www.pueblopotteryme.com/wedding.htm"&gt;jarra&lt;/a&gt; dos semanas antes de la boda y el día de la boda se llena de agua y los novios toman de cada boca, esto es lo equivalente a la entrega de anillos en otras bodas. Muy interesante no? gracias Cynthia!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1B22FUChHeY/SOflPbaBrNI/AAAAAAAABIs/nf74xnHY_uY/s1600-h/PT001[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253419543568690386" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1B22FUChHeY/SOflPbaBrNI/AAAAAAAABIs/nf74xnHY_uY/s200/PT001%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On our wedding anniversary, Cynthia gave us a little vase made in the town of Acoma that has a very special meaning: the two ends represent two separate lives , and the handle over them the union of those two lives , in the &lt;a href="http://www.arizonaflutes.com/wedding_vase.htm"&gt;Indian weddings &lt;/a&gt;the father of the future husband gives this vase two weeks before the wedding and on the day of the wedding the vase is filled with holly water and the future husband and wife drink it from an end , and this is equivalent to the exchange of wedding bands. Very interesting Right? Thank you Cynthia!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/850065483982467314-8388495108792339954?l=isabelabq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isabelabq.blogspot.com/feeds/8388495108792339954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=850065483982467314&amp;postID=8388495108792339954' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/850065483982467314/posts/default/8388495108792339954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/850065483982467314/posts/default/8388495108792339954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isabelabq.blogspot.com/2008/09/acoma-wedding-vase.html' title='Acoma wedding vase'/><author><name>ISABEL IN ABQ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03193624103179588196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1B22FUChHeY/SOfk9knzMOI/AAAAAAAABIk/nuqEhsmNsnA/s72-c/M5023s%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-850065483982467314.post-2256426740656069679</id><published>2008-09-01T14:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T14:47:57.861-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Mexico's flag</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1B22FUChHeY/SOfhfvE9aCI/AAAAAAAABIU/TZIlkItMkG4/s1600-h/11748659[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253415425680435234" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1B22FUChHeY/SOfhfvE9aCI/AAAAAAAABIU/TZIlkItMkG4/s200/11748659%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;LA ZIA&lt;br /&gt;Otro aspecto interesante es la bandera de Nuevo México, cuyo origen es también un origen mestizo dado que, por un lado, los colores rojo y amarillo representan la herencia española de sus habitantes y a la vez el sol es un símbolo del pueblo indio de &lt;a href="http://www.nmsu.edu/~bho/zia.html"&gt;Zia&lt;/a&gt; y esta lleno se simbolismos: el circulo es el sol, los 4 rayos de la izquierda representan las 4 etapas del día (amanecer, día, atardecer y anochecer) los 4 rayos de la derecha representan las 4 etapas de la vida (infancia, juventud, edad adulta y edad madura) los 4 rayos de arriba representan las 4 estaciones del año (primavera verano otoño e invierno) y los 4 rayos de abajo representan los 4 puntos cardinales (Norte, Sur, Este y Oeste).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1B22FUChHeY/SOfh7_TECtI/AAAAAAAABIc/EqoSEAsyJOs/s1600-h/ZIA[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253415911070894802" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1B22FUChHeY/SOfh7_TECtI/AAAAAAAABIc/EqoSEAsyJOs/s200/ZIA%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One more interesting aspect is New Mexico’s flag, which origin is also mestizo since, on one hand, the red and yellow color represent the Spanish heritage of its inhabitants and at the same time, the sun is the symbol of the Indian &lt;a href="http://users.aol.com/donh523/navapage/zia.htm"&gt;Zia&lt;/a&gt; pueblo and is full of symbolisms: the circle is the sun, the 4 left rays are the stages of the day (dawn, daylight, dusk, dark), the 4 right rays represent life (infancy, youth, adulthood , old age),the 4 up rays represent the seasons ( spring, summer, fall and winter) and the 4 down rights represent the 4 cardinal points (North, South, East and West).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/850065483982467314-2256426740656069679?l=isabelabq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isabelabq.blogspot.com/feeds/2256426740656069679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=850065483982467314&amp;postID=2256426740656069679' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/850065483982467314/posts/default/2256426740656069679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/850065483982467314/posts/default/2256426740656069679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isabelabq.blogspot.com/2008/09/new-mexicos-flag.html' title='New Mexico&apos;s flag'/><author><name>ISABEL IN ABQ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03193624103179588196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1B22FUChHeY/SOfhfvE9aCI/AAAAAAAABIU/TZIlkItMkG4/s72-c/11748659%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-850065483982467314.post-7469407286726719382</id><published>2008-08-30T14:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T14:31:58.868-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Some things I learned</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1B22FUChHeY/SOfe__sm_EI/AAAAAAAABH8/WYwEHcvCDAU/s1600-h/artists.php4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253412681362635842" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1B22FUChHeY/SOfe__sm_EI/AAAAAAAABH8/WYwEHcvCDAU/s200/artists.php4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;ABQ Y EL ARTE SACRO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Una de las cosas valiosas que aprendí mientras estuve en Albuquerque fue sobre el termino &lt;a href="http://www.herencia.com/santeros.html"&gt;“santero” &lt;/a&gt;ya que Cynthia tiene un amigo que se dedica a ello, en una de nuestras primeras salidas con cynthia, tuvimos la oportunidad de conocer a Arturo y tiempo después el me explico algo mas acerca de sus trabajos , como surgió el rescate de este arte y la técnica que el utiliza… vale la pena checar esta información.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1B22FUChHeY/SOffM4RMETI/AAAAAAAABIE/QnkZCsbEttQ/s1600-h/guadalupe17.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253412902706876722" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1B22FUChHeY/SOffM4RMETI/AAAAAAAABIE/QnkZCsbEttQ/s200/guadalupe17.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esto es lo que encontré sobre Arturo: &lt;a href="http://www.hispaniae.com/olivas.html"&gt;Arturo Olivas&lt;/a&gt; empezó a pintar santos después de varios viajes a las viejas iglesias, capillas, y misiones de Nuevo Mexico donde le encantaron las pinturas antiguas de los Santos creados por los artistas de Nuevo Mexico dem los siglos XVII, XVIII XIX . Después de mucha experimentación, su trabajo le gano su admisión a la Sociedad de Artistas Coloniales Españoles en Santa Fe. Ha obtenido diversos premios en el “mercado Espanol” y la feria estatal de Nuevo México ( en 1195 recibio el premio Gerald Peters por el mejor uso de materiales y técnicas tradicionales. Su trabajo se encuentra en colecciones permanentes de el Museo de Arte de Denver, y la Colección de la preparatoria Sand Diego en Salt Lake City, Utah. Exibe en varias galerías y museos en todo el Suroestede los EEUU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1B22FUChHeY/SOffdlFH3JI/AAAAAAAABIM/Y9UOpam21G8/s1600-h/stjude-6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253413189613771922" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1B22FUChHeY/SOffdlFH3JI/AAAAAAAABIM/Y9UOpam21G8/s200/stjude-6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;One of the many valuable things I learned while I was in Albuquerque was the term “santero” since Cynthia has a friend who dos that for a living , in one of our first outings with Cynthia , we had the opportunity to meet Arturo, and sometime later he explained to me something more about his works, how the rescue of such art emerged and the technique he uses … it is worth to check this information&lt;br /&gt;Here is what I found out about Arturo : &lt;a href="http://www.trinitystores.com/?artist=5"&gt;Arturo Olivas&lt;/a&gt; began painting New Mexican-style Santos after several trips to the old churches, capillas, and missions of New Mexico where he fell in love with the old paintings of the Santos created by New Mexican artists of the 17th, 18th, and 19th centuries. After much experimentation, his work gained admission into the Spanish Colonial Arts Society in Santa Fe. He has won awards at Spanish Market and the New Mexico State Fair. In 1995, he was awarded the Gerald Peters Award for Best Use of Traditional Materials &amp;amp; Techniques. His work is in permanent collections of the Denver Museum of Art, the Regis Museum, and the Juan Diego High School Collection in Salt Lake City, Utah. He exhibits in several galleries and museums throughout the Southwest. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/850065483982467314-7469407286726719382?l=isabelabq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isabelabq.blogspot.com/feeds/7469407286726719382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=850065483982467314&amp;postID=7469407286726719382' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/850065483982467314/posts/default/7469407286726719382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/850065483982467314/posts/default/7469407286726719382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isabelabq.blogspot.com/2008/08/some-things-i-learned.html' title='Some things I learned'/><author><name>ISABEL IN ABQ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03193624103179588196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1B22FUChHeY/SOfe__sm_EI/AAAAAAAABH8/WYwEHcvCDAU/s72-c/artists.php4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-850065483982467314.post-4805663453690665664</id><published>2008-08-29T17:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T20:50:28.145-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Isotopes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1B22FUChHeY/SObnpTkFnsI/AAAAAAAABH0/7bDPNWGwWmU/s1600-h/P6234413.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253140712186552002" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1B22FUChHeY/SObnpTkFnsI/AAAAAAAABH0/7bDPNWGwWmU/s200/P6234413.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1B22FUChHeY/SObbTdNJEqI/AAAAAAAABHc/qd5aL-6HXks/s1600-h/P6234412.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253127142678008482" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1B22FUChHeY/SObbTdNJEqI/AAAAAAAABHc/qd5aL-6HXks/s200/P6234412.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A baseball game&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nuestros amigos Peggy y Leroy se encargaron una vez mas de asegurarse que experimentáramos mas la cultura americana y no podíamos irnos de Albuquerque si presenciar uno de los partidos del equipo local… los Isotopos radioactivos, y aunque no se mucho de beisbol, disfrute mucho la tarde, el clima, y por supuesto la compañía de nuestros buenos amigos .&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1B22FUChHeY/SObdwfxj-rI/AAAAAAAABHk/8Gyh24012xM/s1600-h/P6234438.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253129840607099570" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1B22FUChHeY/SObdwfxj-rI/AAAAAAAABHk/8Gyh24012xM/s200/P6234438.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our friends Peggy and Leroy made sure one more time that we experienced more American culture and we could not leave Albuquerque without witnessing one of the baseball games of the local team the Radioactive Isotopes , and although I don’t know much about baseball, I enjoyed the afternoon, the weather ad of course the company of our very good friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1B22FUChHeY/SObktZju0OI/AAAAAAAABHs/0QPclQD4BGc/s1600-h/P6234417.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253137483980263650" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1B22FUChHeY/SObktZju0OI/AAAAAAAABHs/0QPclQD4BGc/s200/P6234417.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/850065483982467314-4805663453690665664?l=isabelabq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isabelabq.blogspot.com/feeds/4805663453690665664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=850065483982467314&amp;postID=4805663453690665664' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/850065483982467314/posts/default/4805663453690665664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/850065483982467314/posts/default/4805663453690665664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isabelabq.blogspot.com/2008/08/isotopes.html' title='The Isotopes'/><author><name>ISABEL IN ABQ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03193624103179588196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1B22FUChHeY/SObnpTkFnsI/AAAAAAAABH0/7bDPNWGwWmU/s72-c/P6234413.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-850065483982467314.post-2114542307622121816</id><published>2008-08-28T17:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T19:44:55.265-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our  last time in old town</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1B22FUChHeY/SOa-eOEu0oI/AAAAAAAABG8/6Y5C1KalOaw/s1600-h/P6194224.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253095441757557378" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1B22FUChHeY/SOa-eOEu0oI/AAAAAAAABG8/6Y5C1KalOaw/s200/P6194224.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;La ultima cena&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; ( suena familiar?)&lt;br /&gt;Pues bien, llego la hora de que esta aventura en ABQ terminara y esta es nuestra ultima visita al Centro histórico, Robert White y su esposa Pat nos invitaron a comer en un restaurante y después caminamos un poco por el lugar, no puedo evitar la nostalgia de dejar a mis amigos y mis alumnos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1B22FUChHeY/SObAZFYtigI/AAAAAAAABHE/M8UmnH3O3gY/s1600-h/P6194230.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253097552549349890" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1B22FUChHeY/SObAZFYtigI/AAAAAAAABHE/M8UmnH3O3gY/s200/P6194230.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;our last supper... (does that sound familiar? )&lt;br /&gt;Well, the time has come for this adventure to be over, and this is our last time in old town Robert White and his wife invited us to have dinner in a restaurant there and then we walked around, I can’t help feeling nostalgic about leaving my friends and students &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1B22FUChHeY/SObUYSsxxBI/AAAAAAAABHM/HfQKoCRlbsE/s1600-h/P6194234.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253119529175860242" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1B22FUChHeY/SObUYSsxxBI/AAAAAAAABHM/HfQKoCRlbsE/s200/P6194234.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1B22FUChHeY/SObXjt3bpRI/AAAAAAAABHU/ZdXoDt18l7A/s1600-h/P6194235.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253123023981749522" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1B22FUChHeY/SObXjt3bpRI/AAAAAAAABHU/ZdXoDt18l7A/s200/P6194235.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/850065483982467314-2114542307622121816?l=isabelabq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isabelabq.blogspot.com/feeds/2114542307622121816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=850065483982467314&amp;postID=2114542307622121816' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/850065483982467314/posts/default/2114542307622121816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/850065483982467314/posts/default/2114542307622121816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isabelabq.blogspot.com/2008/08/our-last-time-in-old-town.html' title='Our  last time in old town'/><author><name>ISABEL IN ABQ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03193624103179588196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1B22FUChHeY/SOa-eOEu0oI/AAAAAAAABG8/6Y5C1KalOaw/s72-c/P6194224.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-850065483982467314.post-7426122478265895495</id><published>2008-08-27T16:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T17:34:01.962-07:00</updated><title type='text'>UFO’s ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1B22FUChHeY/SOaoZtOfZMI/AAAAAAAABGU/QxlQye2H4Fk/s1600-h/P6224392.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253071174964831426" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1B22FUChHeY/SOaoZtOfZMI/AAAAAAAABGU/QxlQye2H4Fk/s200/P6224392.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Roswell&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roswell se encuentra en el condado Chaves, muy cerca de Carlsbad, de hecho lo pasamos camino a las cavernas y de regreso vimos algunas caras familiares (color verde, morado, blanco) asociadas a &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Roswell,_New_Mexico"&gt;esta población &lt;/a&gt;, la cual no solo es conocida por el famoso incidente Roswell de el 7 de Julio de 1947: una nave espacial que se supone choco en esa área con todo y ocupantes y que algunos creen que tanto la nave como los ocupantes , fueron tomados por los militares para su estudio de forma secreta para no alertar a la población , Roswell también es conocida por su escuela militar, petróleo y ganado , así que nos dimos un tiempo para recorrer algunas de sus calles y disfrutar de una buena comida mexicana.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1B22FUChHeY/SOarH5NRo2I/AAAAAAAABGc/J5tTAGTJKVE/s1600-h/P6224397.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253074167478199138" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1B22FUChHeY/SOarH5NRo2I/AAAAAAAABGc/J5tTAGTJKVE/s200/P6224397.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1B22FUChHeY/SOavYtKPjoI/AAAAAAAABGk/aaEM7m5GTRw/s1600-h/P6224398.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253078854348541570" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1B22FUChHeY/SOavYtKPjoI/AAAAAAAABGk/aaEM7m5GTRw/s200/P6224398.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.roswellnm.org/index.php?option=com_content&amp;amp;task=view&amp;amp;id=32&amp;amp;Itemid=59"&gt;Roswell&lt;/a&gt; is Located in Chaves County, very near Carlsbad. In fact, we passed through it on our way to the caverns and our way back we saw some familiar faces (green, purple and white) related to this town, this town is not only known by the famous incident on July 7th 1947: an unidentified flying object supposedly crashed in the area whit alien occupants and some people believe that the spaceship and their aliens were taken by the military forces to study them in a very secret way to avoid panic among the population , Roswell is also known by its military school, oil and cattle, so we took some time to walk around the streets and enjoy a good Mexican meal. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1B22FUChHeY/SOa1DJBM_FI/AAAAAAAABGs/k2eXAlkY6YM/s1600-h/P6224403.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253085080939461714" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1B22FUChHeY/SOa1DJBM_FI/AAAAAAAABGs/k2eXAlkY6YM/s200/P6224403.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1B22FUChHeY/SOa3jQcf-RI/AAAAAAAABG0/a7Th84M94YQ/s1600-h/P6224391.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253087831712069906" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1B22FUChHeY/SOa3jQcf-RI/AAAAAAAABG0/a7Th84M94YQ/s200/P6224391.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/850065483982467314-7426122478265895495?l=isabelabq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isabelabq.blogspot.com/feeds/7426122478265895495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=850065483982467314&amp;postID=7426122478265895495' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/850065483982467314/posts/default/7426122478265895495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/850065483982467314/posts/default/7426122478265895495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isabelabq.blogspot.com/2008/08/ufos.html' title='UFO’s ?'/><author><name>ISABEL IN ABQ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03193624103179588196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1B22FUChHeY/SOaoZtOfZMI/AAAAAAAABGU/QxlQye2H4Fk/s72-c/P6224392.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-850065483982467314.post-2610695746607467453</id><published>2008-08-23T18:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T17:34:56.107-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Viaje al centro de la tierra ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1B22FUChHeY/SOZ2Q4VbkNI/AAAAAAAABFk/JWAV9X9QneI/s1600-h/P6214378.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253016047746519250" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1B22FUChHeY/SOZ2Q4VbkNI/AAAAAAAABFk/JWAV9X9QneI/s200/P6214378.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Carlsbad Caverns&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No podiamos dejar Nuevo Mexico sin visitar otros dos sitios emblemáticos de este estado: Carlsbad Caverns y Roswell,y fue gracias a nuestra amiga Therese Samuels y su novio, quienes hicieron que el viaje resultara mas interesante por su amena charla.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1B22FUChHeY/SOZ5N_TB3uI/AAAAAAAABFs/H-02tUB91r8/s1600-h/P6214256.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253019296610770658" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1B22FUChHeY/SOZ5N_TB3uI/AAAAAAAABFs/H-02tUB91r8/s200/P6214256.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sobre Carlsbad Caverns , considerada otra maravilla mas del sureste de Nuevo México, se encuentra cerca de las montanas de Guadalupe para Info en español hacer click &lt;a href="http://es.wikipedia.org/wiki/Parque_Nacional_de_las_Cavernas_de_Carlsbad"&gt;aquí &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;El lugar esta formado de 113 cuevas , así que iniciamos nuestro recorrido de 3 horas descendiendo a una profundidad de mas de 400 metros, el lugar esta muy bien cuidado y es de muy fácil acceso . El tiempo se pasa sin sentirlo cuando se admiran las obras de la naturaleza dentro de este lugar y a pesar de que en el exterior hacia un poco de calor su interior es muy fresco.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1B22FUChHeY/SOZ9tfK6sPI/AAAAAAAABF0/j63LNkgicks/s1600-h/P6214259.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253024235789136114" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1B22FUChHeY/SOZ9tfK6sPI/AAAAAAAABF0/j63LNkgicks/s200/P6214259.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por la tarde regresamos a Carlsbad para presenciar el espectáculo que se crea al salir los murciélagos de las cuevas (aunque no pudimos tomar fotos pues esta prohibido) pero este video esta excelente! http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yLufIO5fZ6o&amp;amp;feature=related&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1B22FUChHeY/SOaDW-To45I/AAAAAAAABF8/iJkacOrhN3E/s1600-h/P6214277.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253030446079992722" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1B22FUChHeY/SOaDW-To45I/AAAAAAAABF8/iJkacOrhN3E/s200/P6214277.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We couldn’t leave New Mexico without visiting other two places that are very well known in the state: Carlsbad Caverns and Roswell, and it was thanks to our friend Therese Samuels and her boyfriend, who made the trip more interesting with their anecdotes.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1B22FUChHeY/SOaGqqgA7fI/AAAAAAAABGE/H65vOvZ33kM/s1600-h/P6214303.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253034082895457778" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1B22FUChHeY/SOaGqqgA7fI/AAAAAAAABGE/H65vOvZ33kM/s200/P6214303.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;About &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rwb8KyvaFqQ"&gt;Carlsbad Caverns,&lt;/a&gt; considered one more wonder Southeast of New Mexico, they are located near the Guadalupe Mountains, the place is constituted by 113 caves, so we started our 3 hour tour going down until reaching the deepest point which is more than 400 meters , the place is very well taken care of , and is of easy access for anyone . Time flew without us noticing it while admiring nature’s master pieces and despite the outside temperature was a little hot, the interior is very fresh.&lt;br /&gt;In the afternoon we went back to Carlsbad to witness the great view created when the bats come out of the caves (and although we could not take pictures because it forbidden, I found a very nice video I include here). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1B22FUChHeY/SOalOzbA64I/AAAAAAAABGM/BmGYHWvv2ZI/s1600-h/P6214344.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253067689114528642" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1B22FUChHeY/SOalOzbA64I/AAAAAAAABGM/BmGYHWvv2ZI/s200/P6214344.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/850065483982467314-2610695746607467453?l=isabelabq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isabelabq.blogspot.com/feeds/2610695746607467453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=850065483982467314&amp;postID=2610695746607467453' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/850065483982467314/posts/default/2610695746607467453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/850065483982467314/posts/default/2610695746607467453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isabelabq.blogspot.com/2008/08/carlsbad-caverns-no-podiamos-dejar.html' title='Viaje al centro de la tierra ?'/><author><name>ISABEL IN ABQ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03193624103179588196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1B22FUChHeY/SOZ2Q4VbkNI/AAAAAAAABFk/JWAV9X9QneI/s72-c/P6214378.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-850065483982467314.post-6958123336627906563</id><published>2008-08-22T17:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T12:13:38.003-07:00</updated><title type='text'>El club de golf</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1B22FUChHeY/SOQZYetn2TI/AAAAAAAABFE/hFEXEoZBWd0/s1600-h/P5204045.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252350973772814642" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1B22FUChHeY/SOQZYetn2TI/AAAAAAAABFE/hFEXEoZBWd0/s200/P5204045.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;y un bello atardecer en T or C&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Volvimos a Verdad o Consecuencias con Judy en donde conocimos a un amigo suyo que se dedica a la búsqueda de cuarzos y quien también nos acompañó a Elephant Butt… de ahí Judy nos llevo a un nuevo club de golf en donde pudimos disfrutar de un bello atardecer y de la estructura y decoración del lugar… casi se me olvida mencionar que también visitamos un monumento que es .una replica en miniatura del que se encuentra en Washington DC dedicado a la guerra de Vietnam y que visitamos cuando inicio este intercambio&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1B22FUChHeY/SOQd0dMbFLI/AAAAAAAABFM/aeINo6py7PU/s1600-h/P5204046.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252355852447978674" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1B22FUChHeY/SOQd0dMbFLI/AAAAAAAABFM/aeINo6py7PU/s200/P5204046.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went back to Truth or Consequences with Judy where we met a friend of hers whose main activity is climbing the surrounding mountains to look for quartz and who also went with us to Elephant View… From there Judy took us to a new golf club where we enjoyed a beautiful sunset together with the building and decoration of that place. … I almost forget to mention that we also visited a monument which is a replica of the monument in Washington dedicated to Vietnam War and that we visited when this exchange started. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1B22FUChHeY/SOQg6MOGBjI/AAAAAAAABFU/AZygWOrkwvs/s1600-h/P5204048.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252359249505682994" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="vista del atardecer" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1B22FUChHeY/SOQg6MOGBjI/AAAAAAAABFU/AZygWOrkwvs/s200/P5204048.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1B22FUChHeY/SOQlxw-FjoI/AAAAAAAABFc/vlerQ9ZIyQk/s1600-h/P5204017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252364602309971586" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="replica del monumento" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1B22FUChHeY/SOQlxw-FjoI/AAAAAAAABFc/vlerQ9ZIyQk/s200/P5204017.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/850065483982467314-6958123336627906563?l=isabelabq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isabelabq.blogspot.com/feeds/6958123336627906563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=850065483982467314&amp;postID=6958123336627906563' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/850065483982467314/posts/default/6958123336627906563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/850065483982467314/posts/default/6958123336627906563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isabelabq.blogspot.com/2008/09/el-club-de-golf.html' title='El club de golf'/><author><name>ISABEL IN ABQ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03193624103179588196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1B22FUChHeY/SOQZYetn2TI/AAAAAAAABFE/hFEXEoZBWd0/s72-c/P5204045.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-850065483982467314.post-5256512026267383309</id><published>2008-08-21T15:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T12:12:37.427-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1B22FUChHeY/SOQHPx8iMII/AAAAAAAABEk/SbjW27N2wdc/s1600-h/P5204024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252331033107509378" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1B22FUChHeY/SOQHPx8iMII/AAAAAAAABEk/SbjW27N2wdc/s200/P5204024.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ELEPHANT BUTTE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despues de White Sands visitamos Elephant Butte, el lago recreativo mas grande de Nuevo Mexico &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Elephant_Butte_Reservoir"&gt;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Elephant_Butte_Reservoir&lt;/a&gt;el lago surgio debido a la construccion de una presa en 1916 a través del Rio Grande y tiene 40 millas de longitud y mas de 200 millas de extensión. Aunque se construyo para irrigar y controlar inundaciones, el lago es uno de los lugares recreativos por excelencia en donde se juegan varios deportes acuáticos , siendo el mas popular la pesca. Ahi tambien pudimos observar de cerca los habitantes del area.&lt;br /&gt;¿Porque el nombre de “Elephant Butte” ? porque la isla en medio del lago, parece un elefante…como pueden ver en las fotos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1B22FUChHeY/SOQLIPCzegI/AAAAAAAABEs/Wo0qLDboo6s/s1600-h/P5204031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252335301525993986" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1B22FUChHeY/SOQLIPCzegI/AAAAAAAABEs/Wo0qLDboo6s/s200/P5204031.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After white Sands we visited Elephant Butte, &lt;a href="http://www.emnrd.state.nm.us/PRD/elephant.htm"&gt;http://www.emnrd.state.nm.us/PRD/elephant.htm&lt;/a&gt; the largest recreational lake in New Mexico. The lake Was created by a dam constructed in 1916 across the Rio Grande, and is 40 miles long with more than 200 miles of shoreline. Although constructed to provide for irrigation and flood control, the lake is New Mexico’s premier water recreation facility. A wide variety of water sports are available at the lake, with fishing being one of the most popular. We could also observe the inhabitants of that place. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you want to see some more pictures click here &lt;a href="http://www.elephantbuttechamberofcommerce.com/"&gt;http://www.elephantbuttechamberofcommerce.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why the name? simply because the “island” in the middle of the lake resembles an elephant.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1B22FUChHeY/SOQP44ClNHI/AAAAAAAABE0/wk5lgf4olxc/s1600-h/P5204038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252340535211144306" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1B22FUChHeY/SOQP44ClNHI/AAAAAAAABE0/wk5lgf4olxc/s200/P5204038.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1B22FUChHeY/SOQSs6h23xI/AAAAAAAABE8/pihIDdKIZ7g/s1600-h/P5204030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252343628255649554" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1B22FUChHeY/SOQSs6h23xI/AAAAAAAABE8/pihIDdKIZ7g/s200/P5204030.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/850065483982467314-5256512026267383309?l=isabelabq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isabelabq.blogspot.com/feeds/5256512026267383309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=850065483982467314&amp;postID=5256512026267383309' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/850065483982467314/posts/default/5256512026267383309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/850065483982467314/posts/default/5256512026267383309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isabelabq.blogspot.com/2008/09/elephant-butte-despues-de-white-sands.html' title=''/><author><name>ISABEL IN ABQ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03193624103179588196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1B22FUChHeY/SOQHPx8iMII/AAAAAAAABEk/SbjW27N2wdc/s72-c/P5204024.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-850065483982467314.post-7919492716881259891</id><published>2008-08-20T17:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T12:12:12.865-07:00</updated><title type='text'>comunicacion espacial</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1B22FUChHeY/SN7TZsaCFiI/AAAAAAAABEM/JEBp-KwA6x0/s1600-h/205933-md[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250866653931116066" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1B22FUChHeY/SN7TZsaCFiI/AAAAAAAABEM/JEBp-KwA6x0/s200/205933-md%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Very Large Array&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Un lugar que no visitamos pero que considero muy importante e interesante para una próxima visita es the Very large Array (LVA), Lugar donde se encuentran los radio telescopios mas fotografiados del mundo, utilizados entre otras cosas, para mandar mensajes al espacio. Hay 27 antenas en el lugar y cada antena tiene un diámetro de 25 metros Y pesa 230 toneladas!. Si ustedes vieron la película “contacto” con Jodie Foster podrán identificar este lugar… el tema de los ovnis es algo también frecuente en Nuevo México .para ver un poco de información en español &lt;a href="http://es.wikipedia.org/wiki/Very_Large_Array"&gt;http://es.wikipedia.org/wiki/Very_Large_Array&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1B22FUChHeY/SN7U-5VhE6I/AAAAAAAABEU/uGJQzgMRgu0/s1600-h/vla2[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250868392568624034" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1B22FUChHeY/SN7U-5VhE6I/AAAAAAAABEU/uGJQzgMRgu0/s200/vla2%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ubicado en Socorro, este no es su único objetivo, ya que se han realizado estudios muy importantes y ha habido varios descubrimientos astrológicos gracias a estas antenas que resultan muy impresionante&lt;br /&gt;A place that we did not visit but that I consider very interesting and important for a next visit is the Very large Array (LVA) , where the most photographed radio telescopes in the world are found, the telescopes are used among other uses, to send messages to space. There are 27 antennas and each antenna has a diameter of 25 meters and weighs 230 tons! If you saw the movie “contact” with Jodie Foster you will identify the place… the topic of UFOs is also frequent in New Mexico for more info about Info about VLA see where ther is a virtual tour prepared by students of Socorro high school &lt;a href="http://www.vla.nrao.edu/"&gt;http://www.vla.nrao.edu/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1B22FUChHeY/SN7V6RhW7EI/AAAAAAAABEc/4hQKAMzS1dU/s1600-h/vla006_nrao[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250869412673023042" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1B22FUChHeY/SN7V6RhW7EI/AAAAAAAABEc/4hQKAMzS1dU/s200/vla006_nrao%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/850065483982467314-7919492716881259891?l=isabelabq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isabelabq.blogspot.com/feeds/7919492716881259891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=850065483982467314&amp;postID=7919492716881259891' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/850065483982467314/posts/default/7919492716881259891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/850065483982467314/posts/default/7919492716881259891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isabelabq.blogspot.com/2008/08/comunicasion-espacial.html' title='comunicacion espacial'/><author><name>ISABEL IN ABQ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03193624103179588196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1B22FUChHeY/SN7TZsaCFiI/AAAAAAAABEM/JEBp-KwA6x0/s72-c/205933-md%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-850065483982467314.post-256083840957322223</id><published>2008-08-19T16:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T12:11:49.906-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Un  desierto blanco</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1B22FUChHeY/SN7EZaYOrUI/AAAAAAAABDs/ukX9FpBc0nw/s1600-h/_whiteSands.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250850156417297730" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1B22FUChHeY/SN7EZaYOrUI/AAAAAAAABDs/ukX9FpBc0nw/s200/_whiteSands.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;WHITE SANDS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Finalmente llegamos a white sands &lt;a href="http://www.americansouthwest.net/new_mexico/white_sands/national_monument.html"&gt;http://www.americansouthwest.net/new_mexico/white_sands/national_monument.html&lt;/a&gt;, uno de los monumentos nacionales muy conocido gracias a sus dunas de arenas blancas que sin importar el calor (estábamos como a 103 grados F) nunca están calientes! Debido a los elementos que la integran (el yeso entre ellos) esta maravilla tiene una extensión de 275 millas cuadradas (son las dunas de yeso mas grandes del mundo) y además de sus encantos naturales se ha convertido en set de varios videos y películas que en su mayoría han sido de ciencia ficción por ejemplo: 2008 &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt1045778/" target="_blank"&gt;Year One&lt;/a&gt; , 2007 Transformers, 2006 The Astronaut Farmer,&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0418763/" target="_blank"&gt;2005 Jarhead&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0438787/" target="_blank"&gt;2004 Birthdays&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0119584/" target="_blank"&gt;1997 Lovest&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0113729/" target="_blank"&gt;1995 Mad Love&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0114614/" target="_blank"&gt;1995 Tank Girl&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0110653/" target="_blank"&gt;1994 New Eden&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0105813/" target="_blank"&gt;1992 White Sands&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0102351/" target="_blank"&gt;1991 Lucky Luke&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0100994/" target="_blank"&gt;1990 Young Guns II&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0087092/" target="_blank"&gt;1984 Courage&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0084920/" target="_blank"&gt;1982 Wrong is Right&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0077369/" target="_blank"&gt;1978 Convoy&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0094929/" target="_blank"&gt;1978 The Curse II&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0074851/" target="_blank"&gt;1976 The Man Who Fell to Earth&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0072705/" target="_blank"&gt;1975 Bite the Bullet&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0070215/" target="_blank"&gt;1974 Lonesome Gun&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0068962/" target="_blank"&gt;1972 Molly and Lawless John&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0067712/" target="_blank"&gt;1971 Scandalous John&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0061747/" target="_blank"&gt;1968 Hang 'Em High&lt;/a&gt;, 1950 King Solomon's Mines&lt;br /&gt;White Sands se encuentra en la Cuenca de Tularosa donde también se ubica el campo de misiles conocido como White Sands Missile Range Ver &lt;a href="http://www.wsmr.army.mil/wsmr.asp"&gt;http://www.wsmr.army.mil/wsmr.asp&lt;/a&gt; para mayor información), lugar donde se origino la historia de pruebas de misiles y que cuenta con gran cantidad de ellos&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1B22FUChHeY/SN7B9I8Oi8I/AAAAAAAABDk/WuMywTd6Gzw/s1600-h/P5203944.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250847471676853186" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1B22FUChHeY/SN7B9I8Oi8I/AAAAAAAABDk/WuMywTd6Gzw/s200/P5203944.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; . Si quieren ver un excelente video sobre white sands, hagan click en la direccion al final de la version en ingles.&lt;br /&gt;We finally arrived at White Sands &lt;a href="http://www.nps.gov/archive/whsa/history.htmacias"&gt;http://www.nps.gov/archive/whsa/history.htmacias&lt;/a&gt; one of the most popular National Monuments thanks to its white sands dunes that no matter how hot it may be, they are always cold ( we were at about 103o F) due to the elements that form it (gypsum among them). This wonder is about 275 square miles being the largest gypsum dunes in the world and besides its natural beauty, this place has become the perfect set for videos and films, most of them being science fiction . some movies have been: 2008 &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt1045778/" target="_blank"&gt;Year One&lt;/a&gt; , 2007 Transformers, 2006 The Astronaut Farmer,&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0418763/" target="_blank"&gt;2005 Jarhead&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0438787/" target="_blank"&gt;2004 Birthdays&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0119584/" target="_blank"&gt;1997 Lovest&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0113729/" target="_blank"&gt;1995 Mad Love&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0114614/" target="_blank"&gt;1995 Tank Girl&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0110653/" target="_blank"&gt;1994 New Eden&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0105813/" target="_blank"&gt;1992 White Sands&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0102351/" target="_blank"&gt;1991 Lucky Luke&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0100994/" target="_blank"&gt;1990 Young Guns II&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0087092/" target="_blank"&gt;1984 Courage&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0084920/" target="_blank"&gt;1982 Wrong is Right&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0077369/" target="_blank"&gt;1978 Convoy&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0094929/" target="_blank"&gt;1978 The Curse II&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0074851/" target="_blank"&gt;1976 The Man Who Fell to Earth&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0072705/" target="_blank"&gt;1975 Bite the Bullet&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0070215/" target="_blank"&gt;1974 Lonesome Gun&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0068962/" target="_blank"&gt;1972 Molly and Lawless John&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0067712/" target="_blank"&gt;1971 Scandalous John&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0061747/" target="_blank"&gt;1968 Hang 'Em High&lt;/a&gt;, 1950 King Solomon's Mines&lt;br /&gt;White Sands is in the Tularosa basin where there is also a missiles place known as White Sands Missile Range , place where the history of missile tests started and where there is a great amount of themif you want to see a nice video of White sands, please check this link &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=l5rBKrRNH4s"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=l5rBKrRNH4s&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1B22FUChHeY/SN7IbGAKjBI/AAAAAAAABD0/e3PFdypDsdU/s1600-h/P5203946.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250854583353904146" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1B22FUChHeY/SN7IbGAKjBI/AAAAAAAABD0/e3PFdypDsdU/s200/P5203946.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1B22FUChHeY/SN7N2qBu3wI/AAAAAAAABD8/RcWSLgUkNEg/s1600-h/P5203964.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250860554438762242" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1B22FUChHeY/SN7N2qBu3wI/AAAAAAAABD8/RcWSLgUkNEg/s200/P5203964.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1B22FUChHeY/SN7Q1DKEH9I/AAAAAAAABEE/FIAnfk84S1A/s1600-h/P5203971.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250863825359740882" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1B22FUChHeY/SN7Q1DKEH9I/AAAAAAAABEE/FIAnfk84S1A/s200/P5203971.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/850065483982467314-256083840957322223?l=isabelabq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isabelabq.blogspot.com/feeds/256083840957322223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=850065483982467314&amp;postID=256083840957322223' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/850065483982467314/posts/default/256083840957322223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/850065483982467314/posts/default/256083840957322223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isabelabq.blogspot.com/2008/08/un-desierto-blanco.html' title='Un  desierto blanco'/><author><name>ISABEL IN ABQ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03193624103179588196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1B22FUChHeY/SN7EZaYOrUI/AAAAAAAABDs/ukX9FpBc0nw/s72-c/_whiteSands.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-850065483982467314.post-9170171750186358270</id><published>2008-08-16T15:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T12:11:09.932-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Billy the kid</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1B22FUChHeY/SN61CoM8eoI/AAAAAAAABDM/Stk8nex6VzI/s1600-h/P5203910.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250833272316656258" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1B22FUChHeY/SN61CoM8eoI/AAAAAAAABDM/Stk8nex6VzI/s200/P5203910.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;His hide out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Aquí en Ruidoso también esta un Viejo Molino que fue escondite de Billy The Kid y que ahora es una tienda /museo muy peculiar… claro este es solo uno de los muchos escondites, Judy comento que Billy The Kid se escondió en un barril , lugar donde se ponía la harina del trigo que ahí se molía.&lt;br /&gt;Here in Ruidoso there is also an old mil that was a hide out for Billy the Kid and that now is a peculiar store/museum… of course this is only one of the many hide outs he had. Judy told us that Billy the Kid hid in a barrel, where the flour from the mill was stored.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1B22FUChHeY/SN64lH4YUAI/AAAAAAAABDU/c-dvIIVCpzQ/s1600-h/P5203913.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250837163470770178" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1B22FUChHeY/SN64lH4YUAI/AAAAAAAABDU/c-dvIIVCpzQ/s200/P5203913.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1B22FUChHeY/SN69ffGsEiI/AAAAAAAABDc/wd-3zGwSwrs/s1600-h/P5203914.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250842564183724578" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1B22FUChHeY/SN69ffGsEiI/AAAAAAAABDc/wd-3zGwSwrs/s200/P5203914.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/850065483982467314-9170171750186358270?l=isabelabq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isabelabq.blogspot.com/feeds/9170171750186358270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=850065483982467314&amp;postID=9170171750186358270' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/850065483982467314/posts/default/9170171750186358270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/850065483982467314/posts/default/9170171750186358270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isabelabq.blogspot.com/2008/08/billy-kid.html' title='Billy the kid'/><author><name>ISABEL IN ABQ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03193624103179588196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1B22FUChHeY/SN61CoM8eoI/AAAAAAAABDM/Stk8nex6VzI/s72-c/P5203910.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-850065483982467314.post-5971360713331080388</id><published>2008-08-15T07:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T12:10:42.185-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MEZCALERO</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1B22FUChHeY/SN5MDhYwinI/AAAAAAAABCk/wPZU3kYjKHA/s1600-h/P5193893.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250717838946110066" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1B22FUChHeY/SN5MDhYwinI/AAAAAAAABCk/wPZU3kYjKHA/s200/P5193893.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the mountain gods&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Judy tiene una casa móvil en ruidoso así que después de una cena muy agradable y una vuelta por la población, nos dirigimos hacia las montanas para conocer uno de los casinos mas hermosos de esta zona… pertenece a los indios Mezcaleros &lt;a href="http://www.southernnewmexico.com/Articles/Southeast/Otero/BentandMescalero.html"&gt;http://www.southernnewmexico.com/Articles/Southeast/Otero/BentandMescalero.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;y su construcción llevo mucho tiempo y requirió de mucha inversión …. Un lugar muy lujoso que esta justamente frente a la montana de los dioses &lt;a href="http://www.innofthemountaingods.com/"&gt;http://www.innofthemountaingods.com/&lt;/a&gt;… la montana se llama así porque cuando cae la nieve en el invierno se puede apreciar en ella el perfil de un indio esto se puede preciar a través del gran ventanal que también deja ver un hermosos lago. Como todo lugar Indio, esta rodeado de la belleza natural y se puede sentir ese aire muy especial …. Después de un recorrido por el lugar y bajo una gran luna llena, nos dispusimos a descansar antes de nuestra próxima aventura&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1B22FUChHeY/SN6dY2wxf5I/AAAAAAAABCs/uDKQUWXvbZI/s1600-h/P5193901.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250807265903083410" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1B22FUChHeY/SN6dY2wxf5I/AAAAAAAABCs/uDKQUWXvbZI/s200/P5193901.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Judy has a mobile home in Ruidoso &lt;a href="http://www.goruidoso.com/page37sc1.htm"&gt;http://www.goruidoso.com/page37sc1.htm&lt;/a&gt;, so after a very nice dinner and a stroll in the town we headed to the mountains to know one of the most beautiful casinos in this area… it belongs to the Mezcalero Indians &lt;a href="http://www.innofthemountaingods.com/about.asp"&gt;http://www.innofthemountaingods.com/about.asp&lt;/a&gt; and its construction took a lot of time and required a lot of investment … a very luxurious place that is just in front of the Mountain of the Gods … the mountain receives that name because when snow falls in winter, you can see the profile of an Indian, you can see this through a big window that also allows you to see a beautiful lake . As any other Indian place, it is surrounded by the beauty of nature and you can feel that special mood … after a walk through the place and under a full moon, we went back to rest before our next adventure. &lt;a href="http://www.accessgenealogy.com/native/tribes/apache/mescarlero.htm"&gt;http://www.accessgenealogy.com/native/tribes/apache/mescarlero.htm&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1B22FUChHeY/SN6oTl9qqSI/AAAAAAAABC0/tzQCpKMuATU/s1600-h/P5193890.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250819270122318114" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1B22FUChHeY/SN6oTl9qqSI/AAAAAAAABC0/tzQCpKMuATU/s200/P5193890.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1B22FUChHeY/SN6q3k_CSII/AAAAAAAABC8/baaGNyyYaZ4/s1600-h/P5203921.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250822087358171266" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1B22FUChHeY/SN6q3k_CSII/AAAAAAAABC8/baaGNyyYaZ4/s200/P5203921.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1B22FUChHeY/SN6wWye7BII/AAAAAAAABDE/1LjggibCPDM/s1600-h/P5203926.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250828121115657346" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1B22FUChHeY/SN6wWye7BII/AAAAAAAABDE/1LjggibCPDM/s200/P5203926.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/850065483982467314-5971360713331080388?l=isabelabq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isabelabq.blogspot.com/feeds/5971360713331080388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=850065483982467314&amp;postID=5971360713331080388' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/850065483982467314/posts/default/5971360713331080388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/850065483982467314/posts/default/5971360713331080388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isabelabq.blogspot.com/2008/08/mezcalero.html' title='MEZCALERO'/><author><name>ISABEL IN ABQ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03193624103179588196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1B22FUChHeY/SN5MDhYwinI/AAAAAAAABCk/wPZU3kYjKHA/s72-c/P5193893.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-850065483982467314.post-5348086686208381353</id><published>2008-08-13T07:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T12:10:11.698-07:00</updated><title type='text'>RUIDOSO</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;y los caballos de Judy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1B22FUChHeY/SN5Gs3rMAGI/AAAAAAAABCc/IoUJrNMd-5I/s1600-h/P5193880.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250711952233857122" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1B22FUChHeY/SN5Gs3rMAGI/AAAAAAAABCc/IoUJrNMd-5I/s200/P5193880.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1B22FUChHeY/SN5CwX1Dw5I/AAAAAAAABCU/Yz-d0VfOKBg/s1600-h/P5193879.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250707614358291346" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1B22FUChHeY/SN5CwX1Dw5I/AAAAAAAABCU/Yz-d0VfOKBg/s200/P5193879.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1B22FUChHeY/SNumlkT1gTI/AAAAAAAABBc/amOWRnsxtV8/s1600-h/Main1[1].gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249972954962690354" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1B22FUChHeY/SNumlkT1gTI/AAAAAAAABBc/amOWRnsxtV8/s200/Main1%5B1%5D.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;div&gt;Judy planeo que pasáramos la noche en Ruidoso&lt;a href="http://www.ruidoso.net/visitors/attract.html"&gt;http://www.ruidoso.net/visitors/attract.html&lt;/a&gt;, un pueblito muy pintoresco en las montanas con muchas cabañas para turistas principalmente de Texas y con muchas tiendas … pero antes de llegar ahí nos detuvimos en la pista de carreras y Casino Billy The Kid además de que tuvimos la oportunidad de ver los caballos favoritos de Judy, que realmente son muy especiales.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1B22FUChHeY/SNunTYeUjpI/AAAAAAAABBk/F99tc0Obdw4/s1600-h/ruidoso2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249973742059425426" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1B22FUChHeY/SNunTYeUjpI/AAAAAAAABBk/F99tc0Obdw4/s200/ruidoso2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Judy planned that we spent the night at Ruidoso, a nice town in the mountains with a lot of cabins for tourists mainly from Texas and many nice stores…. but before getting there we stopped at Billy the Kid’s Casino and Race track and we also had the chance to see Judy’s favorite horses , which are very special. &lt;a href="http://www.ruidosonow.com/museum.asp"&gt;http://www.ruidosonow.com/museum.asp&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/850065483982467314-5348086686208381353?l=isabelabq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isabelabq.blogspot.com/feeds/5348086686208381353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=850065483982467314&amp;postID=5348086686208381353' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/850065483982467314/posts/default/5348086686208381353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/850065483982467314/posts/default/5348086686208381353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isabelabq.blogspot.com/2008/08/ruidoso.html' title='RUIDOSO'/><author><name>ISABEL IN ABQ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03193624103179588196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1B22FUChHeY/SN5Gs3rMAGI/AAAAAAAABCc/IoUJrNMd-5I/s72-c/P5193880.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-850065483982467314.post-2626567805838634924</id><published>2008-08-12T09:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T12:09:46.289-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Billy ….</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1B22FUChHeY/SNO_gyfbHPI/AAAAAAAABA0/LgBOHyilxWQ/s1600-h/P5193862.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247748560847052018" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1B22FUChHeY/SNO_gyfbHPI/AAAAAAAABA0/LgBOHyilxWQ/s200/P5193862.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Un Niño malo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quien no recuerda las famosas películas de pistoleros? pues uno de los chicos malos anduvo también por las montanas de Nuevo México …. Se trata de Billy The Kid…. Judy nos llevo a la prisión donde este famoso personaje estuvo preso … pudimos ver el interior de lo que ahora es un museo con armas, fotos y muebles de la época y leer algunos datos interesantes sobre el lugar y Billy The Kid, y apreciar el hoyo del famoso disparo de su pistola .&lt;a href="http://www.outlawscribe.com/Billy_the_Kid.html"&gt;http://www.outlawscribe.com/Billy_the_Kid.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1B22FUChHeY/SNPHayEM1OI/AAAAAAAABBE/hjvkAlpfWwo/s1600-h/P5193872.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247757253746676962" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1B22FUChHeY/SNPHayEM1OI/AAAAAAAABBE/hjvkAlpfWwo/s200/P5193872.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1B22FUChHeY/SNPC6j1uY1I/AAAAAAAABA8/5mvsH8xO6gQ/s1600-h/P5193870.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247752302125540178" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1B22FUChHeY/SNPC6j1uY1I/AAAAAAAABA8/5mvsH8xO6gQ/s200/P5193870.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who doesn’t remember the famous westerns ? well one of the “bad guys” was around the mountains of new Mexico too… it was Billy, THE KID… Judy took us to the prison where this famous character was a prisoner … we could see the interior of what now is a museum… with guns, pictures, furniture of that time and we could also read some interesting data about the place and Billy The Kid and find the famous bullet hole from his gun &lt;a href="http://www.nmia.com/~btkog/billy_the_kid.htm"&gt;http://www.nmia.com/~btkog/billy_the_kid.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1B22FUChHeY/SNUC_UlilfI/AAAAAAAABBU/6MjUth6vuOw/s1600-h/P5193866.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248104227651360242" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1B22FUChHeY/SNUC_UlilfI/AAAAAAAABBU/6MjUth6vuOw/s200/P5193866.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1B22FUChHeY/SNT-TDWpgxI/AAAAAAAABBM/fyYvRdq0KvE/s1600-h/P5193873.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248099069064741650" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1B22FUChHeY/SNT-TDWpgxI/AAAAAAAABBM/fyYvRdq0KvE/s200/P5193873.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/850065483982467314-2626567805838634924?l=isabelabq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isabelabq.blogspot.com/feeds/2626567805838634924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=850065483982467314&amp;postID=2626567805838634924' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/850065483982467314/posts/default/2626567805838634924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/850065483982467314/posts/default/2626567805838634924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isabelabq.blogspot.com/2008/08/billy.html' title='Billy ….'/><author><name>ISABEL IN ABQ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03193624103179588196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1B22FUChHeY/SNO_gyfbHPI/AAAAAAAABA0/LgBOHyilxWQ/s72-c/P5193862.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-850065483982467314.post-396878036547960110</id><published>2008-08-09T09:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T12:09:08.096-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Capitan</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1B22FUChHeY/SNO1kXd9ZII/AAAAAAAABAc/XFx2EXJyBus/s1600-h/images[49].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247737627196351618" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1B22FUChHeY/SNO1kXd9ZII/AAAAAAAABAc/XFx2EXJyBus/s200/images%5B49%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;El hogar del oso “Yogui”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;En nuestra ruta hacia White Sands, también pasamos por las montanas en donde vivió el oso Yogui: símbolo de la lucha por la conservación de los bosques… si el oso yogui si existió en las montanas &lt;a title="Capitan Mountains" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Capitan_Mountains"&gt;Capitan &lt;/a&gt;aquí en Nuevo México. El pequeño oso vivía en el bosque &lt;a title="Lincoln National Forest" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lincoln_National_Forest"&gt;Lincoln National Forest&lt;/a&gt;… se encontraba trepado en un árbol, tratando de escapar de un fuego que se origino en 1950, fue rescatado del fuego pero sus pequeñas patas estaban quemadas así que estuvo bajo los cuidados de la familia del guarda bosques que lo rescato y después enviado al Zoológico en Washington DC donde vivió 26 anos mas… a su muerte, el oso fue regresado a las montanas Captain y enterado en lo que ahora es Smokey Bear Historical Park &lt;a href="http://www.byways.org/explore/byways/2062/places/3084/"&gt;http://www.byways.org/explore/byways/2062/places/3084/&lt;/a&gt; ya convertido en la imagen oficial del guardabosques.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1B22FUChHeY/SNO3pjvF1KI/AAAAAAAABAk/EH8sVtpubc4/s1600-h/IMG0028_200px_[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247739915412034722" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1B22FUChHeY/SNO3pjvF1KI/AAAAAAAABAk/EH8sVtpubc4/s200/IMG0028_200px_%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In our route to White Sands, we also passed by the mountains where Smokey the Bear lived. Smokey is the symbol of preservation of the forest… yes, “el oso Yogui” –name given in Spanish- did exist in the Capitan mountains here in New Mexico. As a cub, he lived in the Lincoln National Forest .. he was found on a tree, trying to escape from a fire in 1950 and was recued but his legs were all burned so he was taken care of the ranger that rescued him and his family, and after that, he was sent to the zoo in Washington DC where he lived for 26 more years … when Smokey died, he was taken back to the mountains Captain and buried in what now is the Smokey Bear Historical Park (to se the true story click here : &lt;a href="http://www.southernnewmexico.com/Articles/Southeast/Lincoln/Capitan/SmokeyBear.html"&gt;http://www.southernnewmexico.com/Articles/Southeast/Lincoln/Capitan/SmokeyBear.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1B22FUChHeY/SNO5nPedo7I/AAAAAAAABAs/iVjExlDc0zA/s1600-h/Smokey%20Bear[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247742074637099954" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1B22FUChHeY/SNO5nPedo7I/AAAAAAAABAs/iVjExlDc0zA/s200/Smokey%2520Bear%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/850065483982467314-396878036547960110?l=isabelabq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isabelabq.blogspot.com/feeds/396878036547960110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=850065483982467314&amp;postID=396878036547960110' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/850065483982467314/posts/default/396878036547960110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/850065483982467314/posts/default/396878036547960110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isabelabq.blogspot.com/2008/08/capitan.html' title='Capitan'/><author><name>ISABEL IN ABQ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03193624103179588196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1B22FUChHeY/SNO1kXd9ZII/AAAAAAAABAc/XFx2EXJyBus/s72-c/images%5B49%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-850065483982467314.post-8007690610669303720</id><published>2008-08-07T12:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T12:08:40.863-07:00</updated><title type='text'>cuando el buho canta....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1B22FUChHeY/SNLLludNnFI/AAAAAAAAA_8/pWW-hstsobc/s1600-h/P5193845.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247480364826205266" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1B22FUChHeY/SNLLludNnFI/AAAAAAAAA_8/pWW-hstsobc/s200/P5193845.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Owl Bar Café&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Salimos de Albuquerque con nuestra amiga Judy Krystl y de camino a Ruidoso, nos detuvimos en San Antonio: una pequeña población donde se encuentra un café tradicional llamado “The Owl Bar Café”. &lt;a href="http://cheserver.ent.ohiou.edu/werc/owlbar2001.htm"&gt;http://cheserver.ent.ohiou.edu/werc/owlbar2001.htm&lt;/a&gt; Sus paredes estan cubiertas de fotos, billetes ( tanto americanos como de otros paises), objetos personales que los diferentes clientes han dejado para su exhibición , Probamos sus famosas hamburguesas hechas en casa y sus también caseras papas a la francesa mmmm deliciosas! (la receta de la famosa hamburguesa de chile verde no ha cambiado desde 1948). La dueña (Rowena) es amiga de Judy asi que tuvimos una pequeña charla sobre su historia, la cual empezó en 1945 cuando Frank Chávez y su esposa Dee abrieron este lugar. El Owl bar café era un lugar de reunión para los científicos atómicos quienes activaron el lugar de explosión Trinity (donde se llevo a cabo la primera bomba nuclear).&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1B22FUChHeY/SNLSfnj3wKI/AAAAAAAABAE/3I4bVZmdJYc/s1600-h/P5193840.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247487956477264034" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1B22FUChHeY/SNLSfnj3wKI/AAAAAAAABAE/3I4bVZmdJYc/s200/P5193840.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1B22FUChHeY/SNLX2o4875I/AAAAAAAABAM/69I9BotK0I4/s1600-h/P5193844.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247493849529249682" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1B22FUChHeY/SNLX2o4875I/AAAAAAAABAM/69I9BotK0I4/s200/P5193844.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We left ABQ with our friend Judy Krystl and on our way to Ruidoso, we stopped at San Antonio, a small town where a nice traditional café called “the Owl Bar Café” is located &lt;a href="http://abqstyle.com/albuquerque_restaurants/000026.html"&gt;http://abqstyle.com/albuquerque_restaurants/000026.html&lt;/a&gt;. Its walls were covered by pictures , bills (American and from other countries), personal objects that different clients had left for display, . We tried their famous home made hamburger and homemade potatoes..mmmmm delicious! (the recipe of the green chili cheese burger remains the same since 1948. The owner (Rowena) is a friend of Judy so we had a brief conversation with her and heard about the history of the which started in 1945 when Frank Chavez and his wife Dee opened this place. The Owl bar café was the place where atomic scientist s who later activated the Trinity site explosion (where the first atomic bomb took place) met. &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Trinity_site"&gt;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Trinity_site&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1B22FUChHeY/SNLa2RmBd0I/AAAAAAAABAU/GauurEVZxCI/s1600-h/P5193842.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247497141810722626" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1B22FUChHeY/SNLa2RmBd0I/AAAAAAAABAU/GauurEVZxCI/s200/P5193842.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/850065483982467314-8007690610669303720?l=isabelabq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isabelabq.blogspot.com/feeds/8007690610669303720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=850065483982467314&amp;postID=8007690610669303720' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/850065483982467314/posts/default/8007690610669303720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/850065483982467314/posts/default/8007690610669303720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isabelabq.blogspot.com/2008/08/cuando-el-buho-canta.html' title='cuando el buho canta....'/><author><name>ISABEL IN ABQ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03193624103179588196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1B22FUChHeY/SNLLludNnFI/AAAAAAAAA_8/pWW-hstsobc/s72-c/P5193845.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-850065483982467314.post-6983014781497058283</id><published>2008-08-05T11:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T12:08:10.309-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Festival of Asian Cultures</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1B22FUChHeY/SNEeGK3sa8I/AAAAAAAAA_g/R-aI9MZaUks/s1600-h/P5183771.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247008132209339330" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1B22FUChHeY/SNEeGK3sa8I/AAAAAAAAA_g/R-aI9MZaUks/s200/P5183771.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1B22FUChHeY/SNAcgE5CGyI/AAAAAAAAA_I/2AGqbaFhWng/s1600-h/P5183706.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246724903280974626" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1B22FUChHeY/SNAcgE5CGyI/AAAAAAAAA_I/2AGqbaFhWng/s200/P5183706.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;La diversidad de ABQ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Continuando con este descubrir de ABQ asistimos al evento que se realizo en la Plaza Civica de ABQ para presenciar bailes , disfrutar música y degustar comida de distintos países asiáticos presentes en Albuquerque… realmente no tenia yo idea de cuantas personas de otros países forman parte de la comunidad de Albuquerque. Y me dio gusto ver a niños y jóvenes que aun viviendo en otro país se esfuerzan por no perder sus raíces culturales.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1B22FUChHeY/SNEWKkIhZPI/AAAAAAAAA_Q/8cYvsVrv-jM/s1600-h/P5183715.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246999411617260786" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1B22FUChHeY/SNEWKkIhZPI/AAAAAAAAA_Q/8cYvsVrv-jM/s200/P5183715.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El festival duro varias horas y pudimos apreciar la ropa, instrumentos y bailables típicos de cada región, empezando con Vietnam y la danza del dragon, países como Japon, Indonesia, Corea, India, el medio oriente , Hawai, las Filipinas, Tahiti, TahilandiaLaos y Cambodia pusieron su granito de arena para contribuir al festival. &lt;a href="http://mesa.cabq.gov/cityapps/Noticias.nsf/WebNewsX/B92742DD788DDFD6872574480058A3E7"&gt;http://mesa.cabq.gov/cityapps/Noticias.nsf/WebNewsX/B92742DD788DDFD6872574480058A3E7&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1B22FUChHeY/SNEZfApNUfI/AAAAAAAAA_Y/sxaTq_gwBrA/s1600-h/P5183722.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247003061402817010" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1B22FUChHeY/SNEZfApNUfI/AAAAAAAAA_Y/sxaTq_gwBrA/s200/P5183722.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Continuing with our discovery of ABQ we went to an event held at ABQ Civic Plaza to see dances, enjoy music and try food from the different Asian countries that were performing on that day and that live in Albuquerque … I really did not have any idea of how many people from other country are part of the community of Albuquerque. And I was glad to see children and young people that even if they are now living in other country they make an effort to keep their cultural roots.&lt;br /&gt;The festival lasted many hours and we could enjoy outfits, instruments and performances typical of each region, started with Vietnam and the dragon dance, countries like Japan, Indonesia, Korea, India, The Middle East, Hawaii, The Phillipines, Tahiti, Thailand, Laos and Cambodia. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1B22FUChHeY/SNEghPqVIKI/AAAAAAAAA_o/L0U8J1Fu0D0/s1600-h/P5183736.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247010796375187618" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1B22FUChHeY/SNEghPqVIKI/AAAAAAAAA_o/L0U8J1Fu0D0/s200/P5183736.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1B22FUChHeY/SNEj_jIEk3I/AAAAAAAAA_w/wWBlQgReoEk/s1600-h/P5183758.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247014615531164530" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1B22FUChHeY/SNEj_jIEk3I/AAAAAAAAA_w/wWBlQgReoEk/s200/P5183758.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/850065483982467314-6983014781497058283?l=isabelabq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isabelabq.blogspot.com/feeds/6983014781497058283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=850065483982467314&amp;postID=6983014781497058283' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/850065483982467314/posts/default/6983014781497058283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/850065483982467314/posts/default/6983014781497058283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isabelabq.blogspot.com/2008/08/festival-of-asian-cultures.html' title='Festival of Asian Cultures'/><author><name>ISABEL IN ABQ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03193624103179588196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1B22FUChHeY/SNEeGK3sa8I/AAAAAAAAA_g/R-aI9MZaUks/s72-c/P5183771.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-850065483982467314.post-6926658573235759102</id><published>2008-08-03T12:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T12:07:43.325-07:00</updated><title type='text'>once more</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1B22FUChHeY/SNAOd1oB4FI/AAAAAAAAA-w/8fxemVP79Qg/s1600-h/P5173695.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246709471660597330" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1B22FUChHeY/SNAOd1oB4FI/AAAAAAAAA-w/8fxemVP79Qg/s200/P5173695.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;an invitation&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Cesar y yo fuimos de nuevo a Belen, en esta ocasion Carmen nos llevo ya que el Railrunner (tren que peggy toma todos los dias para llegar a CNM) no trabajaba los fines de semana. Nuestros amigos Peggy y Leroy nos invitaron a participar en una celebracion familiar la graduacion de prepa de su hija ... para mi , fue como estar de nuevo en Mexico , solamente que no me di cuenta lo que realmente significaba esta fiesta , era como una fiesta de despedida ya que su hija pronto dejaria la casa de sus padres para vivir sola y estudiar en la universidad, lo cual fue un momento triste para nuestros amigos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1B22FUChHeY/SNAXaJlBKGI/AAAAAAAAA_A/ub02UMG_Syo/s1600-h/P5173692.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246719303901849698" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="peggy and her sisters" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1B22FUChHeY/SNAXaJlBKGI/AAAAAAAAA_A/ub02UMG_Syo/s200/P5173692.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1B22FUChHeY/SNATEY-nDZI/AAAAAAAAA-4/7dQ2FHQiKhM/s1600-h/P5173676.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246714532032089490" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1B22FUChHeY/SNATEY-nDZI/AAAAAAAAA-4/7dQ2FHQiKhM/s200/P5173676.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Cesar and I went to Belen again, this time Carmen took us there since the railrunner (train that Peggy takes everyday to get to CNM) does not run on weekends, we were invited by our friends Peggy and Leroy to participate in a family celebration: her daughter's highschool graduation party.... to me it was like being in Mexico again only that I did not realize it was kind of a farewell party since their daughter would soon leave home to live independently to go and study at the university, which was a sad moment for my friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/850065483982467314-6926658573235759102?l=isabelabq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isabelabq.blogspot.com/feeds/6926658573235759102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=850065483982467314&amp;postID=6926658573235759102' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/850065483982467314/posts/default/6926658573235759102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/850065483982467314/posts/default/6926658573235759102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isabelabq.blogspot.com/2008/08/once-more.html' title='once more'/><author><name>ISABEL IN ABQ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03193624103179588196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1B22FUChHeY/SNAOd1oB4FI/AAAAAAAAA-w/8fxemVP79Qg/s72-c/P5173695.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-850065483982467314.post-8776559072790640914</id><published>2008-07-28T10:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T12:06:59.032-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Por  los Aires de ABQ</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1B22FUChHeY/SMQBGcAc_VI/AAAAAAAAA9w/eON9lwPDkFM/s1600-h/Marcia+pics+7-25-08+032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243317076275035474" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1B22FUChHeY/SMQBGcAc_VI/AAAAAAAAA9w/eON9lwPDkFM/s200/Marcia+pics+7-25-08+032.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Riding a balloon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estoy empezando a disfrutar pero a la vez, sentir nostalgia por ABQ… la razón? Porque a mi llegada, cuando me entrevistaron para CNM Express ( el periódico de CNM) entre las cosas que mencione fue que antes de salir de Albuquerque quería subirme a un globo, y siempre pensé en ello como mi despedida de Albuquerque , pues bien, todavía no me voy , pero una de las tutoras del Centro de Aprendizaje, Marcia Buckeheimer , le pregunto a l señor Blair Kaufman (vicepresidente de la junta de gobierno de CNM) quien es el “piloto globo oficial de CNM” y quien cuenta con una experiencia de 20 años en viajes por globo, si habría posibilidades de que nos llevara en su globo a Cesar y a mi… asi que el 11 de Mayo tuvimos esta experiencia increíble. Marcia nos recogió a las 4;30 AM y nos encontramos con Mr Kaufman en su casa para dirigirnos al Ballon Fiesta Park , en donde también se encontraban otros miembros de la asociación para realizar un ascenso y competencia: el reto: encontrar una cruz que el globo líder iba a dejar caer , aunque el mayor reto era el viento, Mr Kaufman nos informo que si soplaba mas fuerte, tendríamos que intentarlo en otra ocasión….afortunadamente lo logramos ¡ era una sensación extraña el estar suspendidos en el aire, todo en silencio sintiendo que tan vasto es el cielo.. Grandioso!&lt;br /&gt;Y el aterrizaje? Mas que perfecto gracias a la experiencia de Mr Kaufman … después del ascenso el realizo un ritual para quienes vuelan por primera vez y del cual no daré detalles para no arruinar la sorpresa, brindamos con champagne y nuestro equipo participo en una competencia de “sartenes” . y por supuesto, nuestro equipo gano “ el sarten de oro”&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1B22FUChHeY/SMQELUhW1II/AAAAAAAAA94/IDEq69wM1bk/s1600-h/DSCI0036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243320458699789442" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1B22FUChHeY/SMQELUhW1II/AAAAAAAAA94/IDEq69wM1bk/s200/DSCI0036.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1B22FUChHeY/SMQHHPUKrSI/AAAAAAAAA-A/06TnqmB6a6c/s1600-h/Marcia+pics+7-25-08+038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243323687117696290" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1B22FUChHeY/SMQHHPUKrSI/AAAAAAAAA-A/06TnqmB6a6c/s200/Marcia+pics+7-25-08+038.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1B22FUChHeY/SMQMtLh66UI/AAAAAAAAA-I/q6ZvU6a6v3s/s1600-h/Marcia+pics+7-25-08+039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243329836494809410" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1B22FUChHeY/SMQMtLh66UI/AAAAAAAAA-I/q6ZvU6a6v3s/s200/Marcia+pics+7-25-08+039.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am starting to enjoy but at the same time feel nostalgic about ABQ, the reason? Because at my arrival, when I was interviewed for CNM Express ( CNM’s Newspaper) among the things I said was before leaving Albuquerque I wanted to ride a balloon, and I always thought about it as my goodbye to Albuquerque, well I am not leaving yet, but one of the tutors at the Learning Center Marcia Buckeheimer , asked Mr Blair Kaufman (CNM vicechair of the governing board) who is “the school official balloonist” and who has an experience of 20 years doing balloon rides for the possibility of taking me and my husband on a ballon ride, and on May 11 we had that wonderful experience. Marcia picked us up at about 4;30 in the morning and we meet at Mr. Kaufman’s home to then drive to the Balloon Fiesta Park, where other members of the association were meeting for an ascension and contest: the challenge: find a mark dropped by the leading balloon, although a mayor challenge was the wind, Mr Kaufman said that if there was too much wind we would have to try it again some other day… well we made it! It was a strange sensation being suspended in the air, all in silence, feeling the vastness of the “sky” great!!!&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1B22FUChHeY/SMQQONxOJWI/AAAAAAAAA-Q/57io9LskZJk/s1600-h/P5113595.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243333702566421858" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1B22FUChHeY/SMQQONxOJWI/AAAAAAAAA-Q/57io9LskZJk/s200/P5113595.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1B22FUChHeY/SMQWXtU_uTI/AAAAAAAAA-Y/KnKTFMowuFk/s1600-h/P5113604.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243340462726560050" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1B22FUChHeY/SMQWXtU_uTI/AAAAAAAAA-Y/KnKTFMowuFk/s200/P5113604.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1B22FUChHeY/SMQZbclop6I/AAAAAAAAA-g/1mBKzMJKn5A/s1600-h/P5113622.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243343825487308706" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1B22FUChHeY/SMQZbclop6I/AAAAAAAAA-g/1mBKzMJKn5A/s200/P5113622.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the landing? More than perfect thanks to Mr. Kaufman’s experience… after the ascension he performed a ritual for those who fly for the very first time which I won’t tell to avoid ruining the surprise element , we drank champagne and our team took part in a “frying pan” contest. Needless to say, our team won the Golden Pan, yeah!….&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1B22FUChHeY/SMQdM7yWvBI/AAAAAAAAA-o/JnhPia_IZxU/s1600-h/P5113665.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243347974210632722" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1B22FUChHeY/SMQdM7yWvBI/AAAAAAAAA-o/JnhPia_IZxU/s200/P5113665.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/850065483982467314-8776559072790640914?l=isabelabq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isabelabq.blogspot.com/feeds/8776559072790640914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=850065483982467314&amp;postID=8776559072790640914' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/850065483982467314/posts/default/8776559072790640914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/850065483982467314/posts/default/8776559072790640914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isabelabq.blogspot.com/2008/08/por-los-aires-de-abq.html' title='Por  los Aires de ABQ'/><author><name>ISABEL IN ABQ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03193624103179588196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1B22FUChHeY/SMQBGcAc_VI/AAAAAAAAA9w/eON9lwPDkFM/s72-c/Marcia+pics+7-25-08+032.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-850065483982467314.post-3229075193281690831</id><published>2008-07-27T11:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T12:06:05.164-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cotton Woods</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1B22FUChHeY/SMLRW0aeI5I/AAAAAAAAA9I/7ODuW1FQdwg/s1600-h/P5103539.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242983106169676690" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1B22FUChHeY/SMLRW0aeI5I/AAAAAAAAA9I/7ODuW1FQdwg/s200/P5103539.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Exploring ABQ&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uno de los centros comerciales al que fuimos el fin de semana en Cotton Woods (muy lejos de donde vivimos) tiene algunos rasgos interesantes y pensé en compartirles las fotos de la sección de restaurantes que muestra una ciudad en su techo , solo que boca abajo… no crean que las fotos están mal ¡ uy interesante!!! . también, mientas explorábamos los alrededores , descubrimos estos “restos de esqueletos” (es solo una broma) de algunos dinosaurios .&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1B22FUChHeY/SMP05am_AfI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/oDN-bmU0410/s1600-h/P5103540.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243303658421944818" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1B22FUChHeY/SMP05am_AfI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/oDN-bmU0410/s200/P5103540.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1B22FUChHeY/SMLVDFF_FPI/AAAAAAAAA9Q/OSanDVUo-QQ/s1600-h/P5103537.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242987165096285426" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1B22FUChHeY/SMLVDFF_FPI/AAAAAAAAA9Q/OSanDVUo-QQ/s200/P5103537.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the shopping Centers we just visited on the weekend is in Cotton Woods (very far from where we live) has some interesting features and I just thought about sharing the pictures of the food section since they depict a city only that upside down… don’t think the pictures are upside down …very interesting!!! Also while we were “exploring” wondering in the surroundings we discovered this “ancient bones” (just kidding about the term ancient) of some dinosaurs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1B22FUChHeY/SMP8QiTiK0I/AAAAAAAAA9o/Xrq2EP52bZ0/s1600-h/P5103547.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243311752206232386" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1B22FUChHeY/SMP8QiTiK0I/AAAAAAAAA9o/Xrq2EP52bZ0/s200/P5103547.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1B22FUChHeY/SMP4slR1LII/AAAAAAAAA9g/aI_bAgzSgqI/s1600-h/P5103546.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243307835994221698" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1B22FUChHeY/SMP4slR1LII/AAAAAAAAA9g/aI_bAgzSgqI/s200/P5103546.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/850065483982467314-3229075193281690831?l=isabelabq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isabelabq.blogspot.com/feeds/3229075193281690831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=850065483982467314&amp;postID=3229075193281690831' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/850065483982467314/posts/default/3229075193281690831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/850065483982467314/posts/default/3229075193281690831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isabelabq.blogspot.com/2008/08/cotton-woods.html' title='Cotton Woods'/><author><name>ISABEL IN ABQ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03193624103179588196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1B22FUChHeY/SMLRW0aeI5I/AAAAAAAAA9I/7ODuW1FQdwg/s72-c/P5103539.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-850065483982467314.post-1664541308877048372</id><published>2008-07-26T10:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T12:05:16.525-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chimayo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1B22FUChHeY/SMK21INNSnI/AAAAAAAAA8g/NYbZe_WP72k/s1600-h/P5083470.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242953940064881266" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1B22FUChHeY/SMK21INNSnI/AAAAAAAAA8g/NYbZe_WP72k/s200/P5083470.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Un santuario entre montanas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mi compañera de trabajo y amiga Therese Samuels nos invito a visitar uno de los iconos de Nuevo México, un lugar que es visitado por miles de peregrinos especialmente en fechas claves de la religión católica, este lugar se encuentra en medio de un paisaje impresionante el cual contribuye en gran parte a crear el misticismo que se respira en el ambiente: me refiero al santuario de Chimayo.. aproximadamente a 2 horas de ABQ. Y visitado por miles de peregrinos en semana santa quienes buscan su curación tomando el barro del “posito” un hoyo en donde se encontró la cruz que ahora se encuentra en el altar y cuyos creyentes proclaman que es muy milagroso. La fundación de Chimayo se remonta a los inicios del siglo XVIII  (ver sitio en espanol mara mas info)&lt;a href="http://www.vozcatolica.org/95/chimayo.htm"&gt;http://www.vozcatolica.org/95/chimayo.htm&lt;/a&gt; en ese mismo lugar solo que en, tiempos mas remotos se encontraba el lugar sagrado de los indios Tewa.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1B22FUChHeY/SMLEK2qMJXI/AAAAAAAAA8w/m44pGw3fgHs/s1600-h/P5083478.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242968606962886002" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1B22FUChHeY/SMLEK2qMJXI/AAAAAAAAA8w/m44pGw3fgHs/s200/P5083478.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1B22FUChHeY/SMLAcVtDliI/AAAAAAAAA8o/_3WOypd-1Bw/s1600-h/P5083472.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242964509307672098" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1B22FUChHeY/SMLAcVtDliI/AAAAAAAAA8o/_3WOypd-1Bw/s200/P5083472.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My colleague and friend Therese Samuels invited us to visit one of the icons of New Mexico, a place visited by thousands of pilgrims specially on key dates for the catholic religion, this place is surrounded by an impressive landscape which greatly contributes to create the mysticism you can feel in the environment : I am talking about the Chimayo Sanctuary … approximately 2 hours drive from ABQ and visited by thousands of pilgrims on Holly week looking for a cure by taking the miraculous sand in the hole in the ground (posito) where the crucifix that is now displayed in the center of the chapel and which curative powers are point out by the people. The founding of Chimayo dates back to the 18th century (click on this link to read more)&lt;a href="http://chimayo.org/"&gt;http://chimayo.org/&lt;/a&gt;. In this very same place only that in more remote times this was the sacred site for the Tewa Indians.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1B22FUChHeY/SMLMZmXxLWI/AAAAAAAAA9A/KSvL15uTJ6M/s1600-h/P5083496.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242977656381713762" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1B22FUChHeY/SMLMZmXxLWI/AAAAAAAAA9A/KSvL15uTJ6M/s200/P5083496.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1B22FUChHeY/SMLIcWMOgRI/AAAAAAAAA84/vmUvfwYyBUg/s1600-h/P5083491.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242973305531433234" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1B22FUChHeY/SMLIcWMOgRI/AAAAAAAAA84/vmUvfwYyBUg/s200/P5083491.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/850065483982467314-1664541308877048372?l=isabelabq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isabelabq.blogspot.com/feeds/1664541308877048372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=850065483982467314&amp;postID=1664541308877048372' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/850065483982467314/posts/default/1664541308877048372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/850065483982467314/posts/default/1664541308877048372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isabelabq.blogspot.com/2008/09/chimayo.html' title='Chimayo'/><author><name>ISABEL IN ABQ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03193624103179588196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1B22FUChHeY/SMK21INNSnI/AAAAAAAAA8g/NYbZe_WP72k/s72-c/P5083470.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-850065483982467314.post-5897853011495478186</id><published>2008-07-24T18:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T12:04:32.588-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cactus flowers'/><title type='text'>dessert flowers</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1B22FUChHeY/SL_ozsYsdcI/AAAAAAAAA7w/0yPugimFQeM/s1600-h/P5033394.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242164466068256194" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1B22FUChHeY/SL_ozsYsdcI/AAAAAAAAA7w/0yPugimFQeM/s200/P5033394.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Alan's Garden&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Como Cynthia , Peggy y Janice nos habían comentado, en ABQ se puede apreciar muy marcadamente el cambio de estaciones y como ustedes apreciaron en las fotos de primavera, es casi increíble el colorido de los arboles y matorrales en época de floración después del invierno en donde todas las plantas parecen sin vida: y así como el nopal se cubre de nieve en el invierno, en estas épocas donde el calor apenas empieza (Mayo) , los diferentes cactus se llenan de flores. Fue así como El Jardín de Alan (novio de Cynthia) quien cultiva y hace cruzas de diferentes cactus se lleno de una gran variedad de flores de distintas tonalidades. Por cierto que a una de sus nuevas cruzas Alan le puso el nombre de Cynthia… el problema es que no recuerdo exactamente cual de estas fue.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1B22FUChHeY/SMKselrTEBI/AAAAAAAAA8I/Q6ggK-buQkU/s1600-h/P5033404.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242942557722447890" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1B22FUChHeY/SMKselrTEBI/AAAAAAAAA8I/Q6ggK-buQkU/s200/P5033404.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1B22FUChHeY/SL_wvjAUYPI/AAAAAAAAA8A/0OkgBIwdLbw/s1600-h/P5033399.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242173190923641074" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1B22FUChHeY/SL_wvjAUYPI/AAAAAAAAA8A/0OkgBIwdLbw/s200/P5033399.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1B22FUChHeY/SL_tEgFPGZI/AAAAAAAAA74/71l8YCWTgp8/s1600-h/P5033398.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242169152869702034" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1B22FUChHeY/SL_tEgFPGZI/AAAAAAAAA74/71l8YCWTgp8/s200/P5033398.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Just as Cynthia, Peggy and Janice had told us, you can easily see in ABQ de changes in seasons throughout the year and as you already saw I n the pictures of spring, it is almost incredible to see how colorful the trees and bushes turn in the time they bloom after winter, when all the plants seem lifeless: and just like the nopal covered by snow in winter, during these days when the heat is just beginning (May), the different cactuses bloom. This is how Alan’s garden ( Cynthia’s boyfriend) who grows and creates hybrids of different cactuses was filled with a variety of flowers in different tonalities. By the way, Alan gave one of his new breeds the name of Cynthia… the problem is that I can’t recall which of them was. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1B22FUChHeY/SMKy_I_OaJI/AAAAAAAAA8Y/lSBeDXPih6k/s1600-h/P5033410.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242949714026850450" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1B22FUChHeY/SMKy_I_OaJI/AAAAAAAAA8Y/lSBeDXPih6k/s200/P5033410.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1B22FUChHeY/SMKwhU1Xw5I/AAAAAAAAA8Q/7w2T7HJnZnE/s1600-h/P5033423.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242947002787414930" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1B22FUChHeY/SMKwhU1Xw5I/AAAAAAAAA8Q/7w2T7HJnZnE/s200/P5033423.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/850065483982467314-5897853011495478186?l=isabelabq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isabelabq.blogspot.com/feeds/5897853011495478186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=850065483982467314&amp;postID=5897853011495478186' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/850065483982467314/posts/default/5897853011495478186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/850065483982467314/posts/default/5897853011495478186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isabelabq.blogspot.com/2008/08/dessert-flowers.html' title='dessert flowers'/><author><name>ISABEL IN ABQ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03193624103179588196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1B22FUChHeY/SL_ozsYsdcI/AAAAAAAAA7w/0yPugimFQeM/s72-c/P5033394.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-850065483982467314.post-4762965875317053108</id><published>2008-07-21T19:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T12:03:44.233-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wandering around downtown</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;El Centro de Albuquerque&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1B22FUChHeY/SL6pQKyfX3I/AAAAAAAAA7A/kyOXGMu_8OI/s1600-h/P4303311.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241813111544962930" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1B22FUChHeY/SL6pQKyfX3I/AAAAAAAAA7A/kyOXGMu_8OI/s200/P4303311.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hasta ahora creo que solo he mencionado aqui el centro historico (Old town) de ABQ, sin embargo, el “centro nuevo” también ofrece muchas cosas interesantes para el visitante que gusta de caminar por sus calles, empezando por los diferentes restaurantes (Tailandes, Brasileno, Chino, Japones, Italiano, por nombrar unos cuantos) y continuando con sus edificios, esculturas y murales… en esta ocasión les compartiré algunas fotos que tome de un mural hecho por un maestro de CNM y sus estudiantes , el cual inmediatamente llamo mi atención no solo por su colorido y materiales sino por su concepto.... y una vez mas puntos convergentes con Aztlan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1B22FUChHeY/SL6t3BQdJ-I/AAAAAAAAA7I/9ro9dzQ9AJ0/s1600-h/P4303319.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241818177047701474" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1B22FUChHeY/SL6t3BQdJ-I/AAAAAAAAA7I/9ro9dzQ9AJ0/s200/P4303319.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1B22FUChHeY/SL61sWxS4AI/AAAAAAAAA7Q/LKKCusyb6So/s1600-h/P4303329.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241826789937045506" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1B22FUChHeY/SL61sWxS4AI/AAAAAAAAA7Q/LKKCusyb6So/s200/P4303329.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far I think I have only mentioned OLD Downtown ABQ , however, the “new” down town also has lots of interesting things to see, starting with the different restaurants ( Thai, Brazilian, Chinese, Japanese, Italian, to name a few) and continuing with the beautiful buildings, sculptures and murals… this time I will share some pictures I took from a mural made by a teacher from CNM and his students, which immediately caught my attention not only for its colors and materials but also for its concept.... and once again meeting points with Aztlan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1B22FUChHeY/SL6-FSF62EI/AAAAAAAAA7g/7kF1dQmuKc4/s1600-h/P4303334.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241836014271125570" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1B22FUChHeY/SL6-FSF62EI/AAAAAAAAA7g/7kF1dQmuKc4/s200/P4303334.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1B22FUChHeY/SL66CjQpjwI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/euBqr8Blf84/s1600-h/P4303333.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241831569293414146" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1B22FUChHeY/SL66CjQpjwI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/euBqr8Blf84/s200/P4303333.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1B22FUChHeY/SL7CROgW6LI/AAAAAAAAA7o/Ax7tszAvBSI/s1600-h/P4303313.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241840617513216178" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1B22FUChHeY/SL7CROgW6LI/AAAAAAAAA7o/Ax7tszAvBSI/s200/P4303313.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/850065483982467314-4762965875317053108?l=isabelabq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isabelabq.blogspot.com/feeds/4762965875317053108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=850065483982467314&amp;postID=4762965875317053108' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/850065483982467314/posts/default/4762965875317053108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/850065483982467314/posts/default/4762965875317053108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isabelabq.blogspot.com/2008/08/wandering-around-downtown.html' title='Wandering around downtown'/><author><name>ISABEL IN ABQ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03193624103179588196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1B22FUChHeY/SL6pQKyfX3I/AAAAAAAAA7A/kyOXGMu_8OI/s72-c/P4303311.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-850065483982467314.post-319493883330842540</id><published>2008-07-19T20:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T09:01:38.362-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pow wow'/><title type='text'>ABQ POW WOW</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Gathering of Nations&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1B22FUChHeY/SL1FdEVUl0I/AAAAAAAAA6Q/-0nWiyn24ns/s1600-h/P4263042.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241421907010819906" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1B22FUChHeY/SL1FdEVUl0I/AAAAAAAAA6Q/-0nWiyn24ns/s200/P4263042.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1B22FUChHeY/SL1Q7PzlcFI/AAAAAAAAA6g/eBQKBc-Qxeo/s1600-h/P4263167.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241434520114524242" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1B22FUChHeY/SL1Q7PzlcFI/AAAAAAAAA6g/eBQKBc-Qxeo/s200/P4263167.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1B22FUChHeY/SL1KlP-X6vI/AAAAAAAAA6Y/NB_N8dX_0tk/s1600-h/P4263117.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241427545132886770" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1B22FUChHeY/SL1KlP-X6vI/AAAAAAAAA6Y/NB_N8dX_0tk/s200/P4263117.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ABRIL 26 fue el día en que tuvimos la fortuna de presenciar uno de los eventos culturales mas ricos que Albuquerque ofrece : “la reunión de las Naciones” o powwow es un evento en el que participan tribus indias nativas de distintas partes de los EEUU , esta vez Janice Y Judy Kristl fueron quienes nos invitaron a presenciar la 25 reunión anual en la que hubo música, cantos, bailes y artesanía…. El entrar a una cancha de basket ball (the Pitt) lleno de personas ataviadas con sus trajes de gala, a la vez de escuchar los tambores y cantos rituales fue como transportarse a otra dimensión… es una lastima que no se permita tomar fotos o videos de cerca, pero a la vez es entendible dado el carácter de dicha reunión, para mi fue un evento lleno de magia y misticismo en donde aprecie mas de cerca la cultura de estos pueblos que viven el presente manteniendo valores y tradiciones del pasado…. Si quieren saber mas de este evento pueden consultar la pagina oficial &lt;a href="http://www.gatheringofnations.com/"&gt;http://www.gatheringofnations.com/&lt;/a&gt; algo que no debe uno perderse es la gran entrada de todos los grupos que asisten, el concurso “señorita mundo indio” y los concursos de baile.&lt;br /&gt;April 26th was the day when we were fortunate to see one of&lt;br /&gt;The richest cultural events in Albuquerque “the Gathering of Nations” or Pow wow , an event in which native American Indian tribes from all over the US participate. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1B22FUChHeY/SL1coZ93-tI/AAAAAAAAA6w/yHzUdeKxt1o/s1600-h/P4263210.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241447390564055762" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1B22FUChHeY/SL1coZ93-tI/AAAAAAAAA6w/yHzUdeKxt1o/s200/P4263210.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1B22FUChHeY/SL1Xlk5TPYI/AAAAAAAAA6o/IFex_4prkgI/s1600-h/P4263187.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241441844399914370" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1B22FUChHeY/SL1Xlk5TPYI/AAAAAAAAA6o/IFex_4prkgI/s200/P4263187.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This time Janice and Judy Kristl invited us to witness the 25th annual gathering where there was music, songs, dances and handcrafts… entering the Pitt ( a basketball court)full of people wearing their most exquisite clothes while listening to the drums and ritual songs was like traveling to other dimension… it is a pitty that you are not allowed to take pictures or video , at a close distance, but at the same time I can understand due to the type of event , for me, it was an event full of magic and mysticism where I could enjoy and learn closely about the culture of these people who leave in the present keeping values and traditions of the past… if you want to know more about the event you can check this page &lt;a href="http://www.offbeattravel.com/gathering-of-nations.html"&gt;http://www.offbeattravel.com/gathering-of-nations.html&lt;/a&gt; or the one in the Spanish version of this entry. Something you shouldn’t miss is the grand entry, “miss Indian world” and the dance contests. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1B22FUChHeY/SL1hjhJPWYI/AAAAAAAAA64/UstVPkKfWds/s1600-h/P4263057.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241452804149565826" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1B22FUChHeY/SL1hjhJPWYI/AAAAAAAAA64/UstVPkKfWds/s200/P4263057.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/850065483982467314-319493883330842540?l=isabelabq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isabelabq.blogspot.com/feeds/319493883330842540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=850065483982467314&amp;postID=319493883330842540' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/850065483982467314/posts/default/319493883330842540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/850065483982467314/posts/default/319493883330842540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isabelabq.blogspot.com/2008/07/abq-pow-wow.html' title='ABQ POW WOW'/><author><name>ISABEL IN ABQ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03193624103179588196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1B22FUChHeY/SL1FdEVUl0I/AAAAAAAAA6Q/-0nWiyn24ns/s72-c/P4263042.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-850065483982467314.post-2225960210473988785</id><published>2008-07-18T20:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T11:17:31.033-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rudolfo Anaya'/><title type='text'>Rudolfo Anaya</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1B22FUChHeY/SLwiUocAJzI/AAAAAAAAA54/sce6o5sLxvg/s1600-h/P4253016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241101804200011570" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1B22FUChHeY/SLwiUocAJzI/AAAAAAAAA54/sce6o5sLxvg/s200/P4253016.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1B22FUChHeY/SLwdB2PznDI/AAAAAAAAA5w/IWFupbx_Az0/s1600-h/P4253017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241095983931300914" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1B22FUChHeY/SLwdB2PznDI/AAAAAAAAA5w/IWFupbx_Az0/s200/P4253017.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CHICANO TIME&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El 25 de Abril fue una fecha muy importante para mí ya que una compañera de trabajo (Joanna) nos invito a ver a su hija bailar en un evento que de nueva cuenta se realizo en la parte vieja de Albuquerque. El nombre de esta pequeñita es Isabela y ella y sus compañeros de clase eran parte de un programa bilingüe donde los niños de diferentes escuelas tocaron instrumentos musicales, recitaron algunas poesías y bailaron. Además de notar los esfuerzos de cierta parte de la población de ABQ para mantener no solo el idioma español sino los bailes españoles y otras herencias entre la población, ese día fue mi oportunidad de conocer a &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rudolfo_Anaya"&gt;Rudolfo Anaya&lt;/a&gt; (dar click en el nombre) en persona. El junto con otros escritores de ABQ Estaban en los alrededores del kiosko con sus obras. La mayoría de estas eran obras para niños ( cuentos, poesías) . El conocer a el maestro Anaya en persona fue un gran honor para mi, dado que cuando estudiaba una de mis maestrias en Ohio, en mi clase de literatura Chicana, recuerdo haber leído “bendíceme Ultima” , novela que es uno de sus trabajos mas conocidos y he escuchado que es uno de los libros obligatorios que los estudiantes de preparatoria leen aquí. Tuvimos una pequena conversacion y aproveche para pedirle me firmara un libro de ensayos llamado Aztlan , que el tambien tenia en exhibicion. Fue agrdable charlar con un escritor tan sencillo y a la vez escuchar sobre nuestra amiga en comun: Cynthia wooley.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1B22FUChHeY/SLwroRR3fOI/AAAAAAAAA6A/jof-MlhAtAY/s1600-h/P4253030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241112037185518818" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1B22FUChHeY/SLwroRR3fOI/AAAAAAAAA6A/jof-MlhAtAY/s200/P4253030.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1B22FUChHeY/SLwwseM9tYI/AAAAAAAAA6I/0SmRdguM-UE/s1600-h/P4253033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241117606932231554" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="with the father of chicano literature" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1B22FUChHeY/SLwwseM9tYI/AAAAAAAAA6I/0SmRdguM-UE/s200/P4253033.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;APRIL 25TH was a very important date for me since a coworker (Joanna) had invited us to see her daughter perform a dance in an event that once again was held old town. Isabella is the name of the little girl and she and her classmates were part of a bilingual program where children played music, recited some poems, and danced. Apart of seeing the efforts people in ABQ do to keep not only spanishlanguage but spanish dances and other heritages among the population, that day was the opportunity for me to meet &lt;a href="http://www.unm.edu/~wrtgsw/anaya.html"&gt;Rudolfo Anaya &lt;/a&gt;in person.he and other ABQ writers were around the gazebo with their works most of them were stories or poems written for children.Meeting Maestro Anaya was and honor for me since while studying my chicano literature class I recall having read Bless me ultima, which seems to be one of his most known works,and I hear this same book is a book that every high school student should read here.&lt;br /&gt;I had a brief talk with him and asked him to sign a book of essays about Aztlan he also had displayed. talking with such a friendly person was very nice and was even nicer to hear about our common friend: cynthia wooley.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/850065483982467314-2225960210473988785?l=isabelabq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isabelabq.blogspot.com/feeds/2225960210473988785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=850065483982467314&amp;postID=2225960210473988785' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/850065483982467314/posts/default/2225960210473988785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/850065483982467314/posts/default/2225960210473988785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isabelabq.blogspot.com/2008/07/rudolfo-anaya.html' title='Rudolfo Anaya'/><author><name>ISABEL IN ABQ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03193624103179588196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1B22FUChHeY/SLwiUocAJzI/AAAAAAAAA54/sce6o5sLxvg/s72-c/P4253016.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-850065483982467314.post-6894571416062064704</id><published>2008-07-13T11:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T09:07:59.584-07:00</updated><title type='text'>THE EARTH´SDAY</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1B22FUChHeY/SLwL1Gx1PMI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/SrBo_wJQ4VU/s1600-h/P4222979.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241077073333009602" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1B22FUChHeY/SLwL1Gx1PMI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/SrBo_wJQ4VU/s200/P4222979.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;El dia de la tierra lleve a mis alumnos al evento que CNM organizo en esa fecha, ahi mis alumnos y yo pudimos ver lo que diferentes asociaciones tratan de hacer para evitar el deterioro en el mundo en que vivimos y aunque la escuela tiene grandes botes de basura para separacion de desechos (plastico y papel) no vi ningun lugar en donde se pudieran depositar las pilas probablemente porque hay algunas tiendas como Home Depot, en donde la gente puede depositar sus pilas usadas, tambien en Walmart podemos depositar nuestras bolsas de plastico y en el supermercado Smith´s podiamos hacerlo pero ahora ya quitaron el deposito, sin embargo, si llevamos nuestras propias bolsas (lo que casi siempre hacemos) nos hacen un descuento de entre 10 y 20 centavos dependiendo del numero de bolsas que no usamos.... ojala y esto de las bolsas se implemente pronto en Xalapa pues asi nos ahorrariamos mucho plastico y no se taparian tanto las alcantarillas con tanto desecho. En cuanto al reciclado de botellas de vidrio, hemos visto en las jardineras pequenos pedasos de vidrio azul,verde,cafe y blanco ....esto me parece un poco peligroso para la vista sobre todo cuando sopla el viento tan fuerte.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1B22FUChHeY/SLwRlFr4KxI/AAAAAAAAA5o/Eh4FflqNiiY/s1600-h/P4222996.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241083395231460114" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="CNM recycle bins" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1B22FUChHeY/SLwRlFr4KxI/AAAAAAAAA5o/Eh4FflqNiiY/s200/P4222996.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1B22FUChHeY/SLwPeCwz2TI/AAAAAAAAA5g/FXOlG-JBsjE/s1600-h/P4222980.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241081075164502322" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="the pieces on glass in the sidewalks" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1B22FUChHeY/SLwPeCwz2TI/AAAAAAAAA5g/FXOlG-JBsjE/s200/P4222980.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;On the Earth Day I took my students to an event that CNM organized on that date. there, my students and I could hear about the different associations that try to avoid the worsement of our world and although the school has big trash cans were to deposit waste (plastic and paper mainly) I did not see any place where to deposit used batteries ..probably because there are some stores like Home Depot were people can deposit used batteries, also, we can leave our used plastic bags in Walmart and we could do it in Smth´s too,however they took the container away but if we carry our own bags (which we usually do) they make a discount between 10 t0 20 cents depending on the number of bags we didnot use ...I wish this could be soon implemented in Xalapa since we would save a lot of plastic and the sewers would not be bloqued with so much waste.&lt;br /&gt;As for the recycling of glass bottles it is strange for me to see the green,blue,brown and white pieces of glass used on the sidewalks ...something I think could be dangerous for you eyes when the strong wind is blowing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/850065483982467314-6894571416062064704?l=isabelabq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isabelabq.blogspot.com/feeds/6894571416062064704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=850065483982467314&amp;postID=6894571416062064704' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/850065483982467314/posts/default/6894571416062064704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/850065483982467314/posts/default/6894571416062064704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isabelabq.blogspot.com/2008/07/earthsday.html' title='THE EARTH´SDAY'/><author><name>ISABEL IN ABQ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03193624103179588196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1B22FUChHeY/SLwL1Gx1PMI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/SrBo_wJQ4VU/s72-c/P4222979.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-850065483982467314.post-7022763038415472282</id><published>2008-07-07T14:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T08:09:48.509-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Albuquerque´s Birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;old town again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/SHpCZSGUGYI/AAAAAAAAA4I/SLYzRUvaFM4/s1600-h/P4192924.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222559720011995522" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/SHpCZSGUGYI/AAAAAAAAA4I/SLYzRUvaFM4/s200/P4192924.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/SHpCZ3BaLqI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/hGYZ1VrBn6c/s1600-h/P4202950.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222559729923534498" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="155" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/SHpCZ3BaLqI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/hGYZ1VrBn6c/s200/P4202950.JPG" width="201" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El 19 de Abril nos llamo la atencion el sonido de unos¨cuetes¨asi que salimos a asomarnos al balcon y desde ahi disfrutamos de los fuegos pirotecnicos que lanzan al final de algunos partidos de beisbol, para quienes disfrutan de la television, debo mencionar que el nombre del equipo de aqui es el de ¨los isotopos eradioactivos¨ , nombre tomado de la serie de Televison¨los Simposon¨.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El dia 20 se conmemoraba un aniversario mas de la fundacion de Albuquerque por lo que hubo algunas actividades interesantes en ¨Old Town¨ ....me llamo la atencion que hubo bailables Jalicienses y por supuesto, musica de mariachi...ademas habia malabaristas y un chavo que habia armado toda una serie de instrumentos musicales con materiales de desecho y quien invitaba a los ninos a acompanarlo en crear algunas notas musicales . Tambien habia varias organizaciones de astronomia con muestras de instrumentos que ellos usan para observar el cielo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1B22FUChHeY/SLwE_-eXv5I/AAAAAAAAA5Q/dA3eEZozavU/s1600-h/P4202969.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241069563501068178" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1B22FUChHeY/SLwE_-eXv5I/AAAAAAAAA5Q/dA3eEZozavU/s200/P4202969.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/SHpCaY0TeDI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/NV3vkf9I9LY/s1600-h/P4202972.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222559738995374130" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/SHpCaY0TeDI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/NV3vkf9I9LY/s200/P4202972.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On April 19th some crackers called our attention, so we went to our balcony and enjoyed the fire works that are launched at the end of somebaseball games. The name of the baseball team is the ¨the Isotopes¨. Such a name was taken from the popular TV series ¨The simpsons¨.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On April 2oth there were some interesting events in conmemmoration of Albuquerque´s anniversary in Old Town ...I always felt a funny feeling when watching mexican dances (like those from Jalisco state) and mariachi music while being in the US as part of its culture and not as a tourist attraction from a mexican restaurant.There were also some jugglers and a guy who had made a series of musical instruments with waste materials and who was inviting children tojoinhim in themaking of music. There were also some organizations of astronomy with displays of the instruments they used to observe the sky.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/850065483982467314-7022763038415472282?l=isabelabq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isabelabq.blogspot.com/feeds/7022763038415472282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=850065483982467314&amp;postID=7022763038415472282' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/850065483982467314/posts/default/7022763038415472282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/850065483982467314/posts/default/7022763038415472282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isabelabq.blogspot.com/2008/07/albuquerques-birthday.html' title='Albuquerque´s Birthday'/><author><name>ISABEL IN ABQ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03193624103179588196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/SHpCZSGUGYI/AAAAAAAAA4I/SLYzRUvaFM4/s72-c/P4192924.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-850065483982467314.post-4740853693116744978</id><published>2008-06-17T19:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T14:39:10.971-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Santa Fe Again</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;de vuelta....&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/SFh5J7ZhhaI/AAAAAAAAA3A/gVyibfPMvn4/s1600-h/P4132708.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213049780151879074" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/SFh5J7ZhhaI/AAAAAAAAA3A/gVyibfPMvn4/s200/P4132708.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/SFh5Kd6GE9I/AAAAAAAAA3I/Mke2_874zSY/s1600-h/P4132766.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213049789415298002" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/SFh5Kd6GE9I/AAAAAAAAA3I/Mke2_874zSY/s200/P4132766.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/SFh5KniOuRI/AAAAAAAAA3Q/CT1OjeYbX6o/s1600-h/P4132784.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213049791999555858" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/SFh5KniOuRI/AAAAAAAAA3Q/CT1OjeYbX6o/s200/P4132784.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;El 13 de Abril Cynthia nos invito a Santa Fe, asi que regresamos a la capilla de Nuestra Senora de Loretto y a la catedral ya que Cesar no habia estado aqui cuando vine con al hermana de Nancy, en esta segunda occasion, supe algunas cosas nuevas, por ejemplo,Que la escalera de la capilla de Loretto no tenia un pasamanos cuando se hizo, tambien que la estatua de la India nativa a la entrada de la cathedral es de &lt;a href="http://conservation.catholic.org/kateri.htm"&gt;Kateri Tekakwitha&lt;/a&gt; (1656-1680) primera santa india nativa. Ya dentro de la catedral tambien descubri un area para discapacitados y un vitral igualal que se encuentra en el vaticano. Pasamos la mañana recorriendo las diferentes galerias y disfrutando de las enormes estatuas de metal que se encuentran ahí.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/SFh59XsRzxI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/oDLdoGTbHrM/s1600-h/P4132728.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213050663920062226" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/SFh59XsRzxI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/oDLdoGTbHrM/s200/P4132728.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/SFh5-Hq2rqI/AAAAAAAAA3g/ppqHJMPJoas/s1600-h/P4132851.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213050676798992034" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/SFh5-Hq2rqI/AAAAAAAAA3g/ppqHJMPJoas/s200/P4132851.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/SFh5_HSozJI/AAAAAAAAA3o/KiZWwbS2bD4/s1600-h/P4132799.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213050693877288082" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/SFh5_HSozJI/AAAAAAAAA3o/KiZWwbS2bD4/s200/P4132799.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On April 13th Cynthia invited us to go to Santa Fe, this time we went back to Loretto Chapel and the Cathedral again because Cesar had not been there yet this second time I learned some new things: for example: the stairs at Loretto chapel did not have a banister when it was made, also, the statue of the Indian woman at the entrance of the cathedral is the statue of &lt;a href="http://www.lily-of-the-mohawks.com/"&gt;Kateri Tekakwitha &lt;/a&gt;(1656-1680) the first native American Indian saint. Inside the cathedral I also discovered an area for handicapped peopleand a stainglass which issimilar totheonefound inthe vatican. We spent the morning walking around and looking at different galleries and enjoying the big metal statues displayed there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/850065483982467314-4740853693116744978?l=isabelabq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isabelabq.blogspot.com/feeds/4740853693116744978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=850065483982467314&amp;postID=4740853693116744978' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/850065483982467314/posts/default/4740853693116744978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/850065483982467314/posts/default/4740853693116744978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isabelabq.blogspot.com/2008/06/santa-fe-again.html' title='Santa Fe Again'/><author><name>ISABEL IN ABQ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03193624103179588196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/SFh5J7ZhhaI/AAAAAAAAA3A/gVyibfPMvn4/s72-c/P4132708.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-850065483982467314.post-1650590910375656563</id><published>2008-06-09T18:36:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T18:40:34.628-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MISCELANEOUS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/SE3bQTsIPoI/AAAAAAAAA2w/QqMhpxmOwI8/s1600-h/P4122662.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210061417147285122" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="Erica and her husband, rafael" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/SE3bQTsIPoI/AAAAAAAAA2w/QqMhpxmOwI8/s200/P4122662.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/SE3bRG98FpI/AAAAAAAAA24/r8p6IKgCEWA/s1600-h/P4132676.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210061430912194194" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="Cynthia and one of the muchachonas" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/SE3bRG98FpI/AAAAAAAAA24/r8p6IKgCEWA/s200/P4132676.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esta vez nos invitaron a una fiesta Brasileña: una de mis estudiantes que llego aquí al mismo tiempo que cesar y yo . Ella se encuentra aquí porque su esposos esta estudiando un doctorado en la Universidad de Nuevo México (UNM) era su cumpleaños así que disfrutamos de la compañía de gente agradable (principalmente brasileños) y buena comida Brasileña….el día siguiente acompañamos a Cynthia a pasear a “las muchachotas” (Leona y Osa) en un área cerca de su casa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time we were invited to go to a Brazilian party: one of my students who came here at the same time Cesar and I arrived. She is here with her husband who is studying a PHD at the University of New Mexico (UNM) it was her birthday so we enjoyed the company of nice people (mainly Brazilians) and good Brazilian food …. The next day we accompanied our friend Cynthia to take the “muchachonas” (Leona and Osa) for a walk in a nearby place&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/850065483982467314-1650590910375656563?l=isabelabq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isabelabq.blogspot.com/feeds/1650590910375656563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=850065483982467314&amp;postID=1650590910375656563' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/850065483982467314/posts/default/1650590910375656563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/850065483982467314/posts/default/1650590910375656563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isabelabq.blogspot.com/2008/06/miscelaneous_09.html' title='MISCELANEOUS'/><author><name>ISABEL IN ABQ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03193624103179588196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/SE3bQTsIPoI/AAAAAAAAA2w/QqMhpxmOwI8/s72-c/P4122662.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-850065483982467314.post-356935938454949475</id><published>2008-06-07T11:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T18:43:10.993-07:00</updated><title type='text'>on a weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;El Mercado sobre ruedas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/SErdEq1CX1I/AAAAAAAAA2I/SS2xiAxE1xA/s1600-h/P4052588.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209218991293357906" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/SErdEq1CX1I/AAAAAAAAA2I/SS2xiAxE1xA/s200/P4052588.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/SErbWmMukqI/AAAAAAAAA1Y/Q54BzL1rKoY/s1600-h/P4052576.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209217100264936098" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/SErbWmMukqI/AAAAAAAAA1Y/Q54BzL1rKoY/s200/P4052576.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/SErbXIqcdmI/AAAAAAAAA1g/RSrvGLwBtDk/s1600-h/P4052580.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209217109516383842" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/SErbXIqcdmI/AAAAAAAAA1g/RSrvGLwBtDk/s200/P4052580.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sobre la avenida Central. Los fines de semana (siempre y cuando no se haya organizado otro evento) se realiza el mercado sobre ruedas o “flea market” esta vez Janice nos llevo a verlo….fue como un viaje en el tiempo para regresar a México: puestos de cosas chinas, cosas de segunda mano, artesanía del área, joyeria, puestos de CDs, ropa, frutas y verduras y mucha gente alrededor nuestro comprando, viendo y socializando. Mientras estábamos ahí nos encontramos a Meredith con su familia, otra de las muchas de las personas que he conocido durante mi estancia en CNM .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/SErcIec-IpI/AAAAAAAAA1w/4LdJnitgVh4/s1600-h/P4052583.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209217957179040402" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/SErcIec-IpI/AAAAAAAAA1w/4LdJnitgVh4/s200/P4052583.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/SErcJb_WwtI/AAAAAAAAA14/yUeMirFuddk/s1600-h/P4052586.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209217973697823442" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/SErcJb_WwtI/AAAAAAAAA14/yUeMirFuddk/s200/P4052586.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Central Avenue , on weekends ( as long as there is no other event planned to happen there) there is a big flea market , this time, Janice took us there to see it… it was like traveling in one of those time machines and going back to Mexico: stands offering chinese items, second hand items, handcrafts , jewelry, CD stands, clothing, fruits and vegetables and many of people around us either buying, seeing and socializing. While we were there, we met Meredith with her family, one of the many helpful persons I have met during my stay at CNM. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/850065483982467314-356935938454949475?l=isabelabq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isabelabq.blogspot.com/feeds/356935938454949475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=850065483982467314&amp;postID=356935938454949475' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/850065483982467314/posts/default/356935938454949475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/850065483982467314/posts/default/356935938454949475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isabelabq.blogspot.com/2008/06/on-weekend.html' title='on a weekend'/><author><name>ISABEL IN ABQ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03193624103179588196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/SErdEq1CX1I/AAAAAAAAA2I/SS2xiAxE1xA/s72-c/P4052588.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-850065483982467314.post-92515467657307307</id><published>2008-05-31T10:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-31T11:23:58.809-07:00</updated><title type='text'>CNM OPEN HOUSE</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;High school visits&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/SEGUvYXeCRI/AAAAAAAAA0o/qP22kRIvpKA/s1600-h/P4042502.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206606185932654866" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="Randy with the group of highschoolers" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/SEGUvYXeCRI/AAAAAAAAA0o/qP22kRIvpKA/s200/P4042502.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CNM abrió sus puertas a las preparatorias o cualquier otra persona interesada en ver algunas de las carreras técnicas que aquí se ofrecen: herrería, carpintería, plomería, electricidad, artes culinarias, enfermería, paisaje urbano, etc estuvieron mostrando la manera en que trabajan y algunos productos terminados…. Muchos tenían cosas que uno podía hacer y había algunas competencias. Así que el 4 de Abril acompañé a Randy a uno de los “tours” que estaban dando. Me gusto mucho ver la cantidad de talleres, herramientas y materiales que estan a disposicion de los alumnos de CNM y mas aun, fue muy interesante saber que muchas de estas carreras informan que el alumno tiene un 100% de oportunidad de ser contratado al terminar sus estudios. Hasta tienen un taller exclusivo para la reparación de modelos Ford!.... muchas de estas cosas son creadas gracias a las asociaciones con compañías y empresas del área… esta fue sin duda una de las mejores maneras de saber mas acerca de la escuela en la cual trabajo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/SEGTOYXeCOI/AAAAAAAAA0Q/9GIz1YkRFlY/s1600-h/P4042504.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206604519485343970" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/SEGTOYXeCOI/AAAAAAAAA0Q/9GIz1YkRFlY/s200/P4042504.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/SEGTPIXeCPI/AAAAAAAAA0Y/MtX3SqbuCSM/s1600-h/P4042507.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206604532370245874" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="one of the workshops" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/SEGTPIXeCPI/AAAAAAAAA0Y/MtX3SqbuCSM/s200/P4042507.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_1B22hHeY/SEGTPYXeCQI/AAAAAAAAA0g/jcxX5-rcSiI/s1600-h/P4042514.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206604536665213186" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="nursing program" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/SEGTPYXeCQI/AAAAAAAAA0g/jcxX5-rcSiI/s200/P4042514.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Poco después Penny, otra de mis colegas me invito a ir con ella al taller de herrería en donde uno de sus estudiantes nos invito a aprender un poco sobre esto.&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/SEGUwYXeCSI/AAAAAAAAA0w/tlgcGLNwYzk/s1600-h/P4042532.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206606203112524066" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/SEGUwYXeCSI/AAAAAAAAA0w/tlgcGLNwYzk/s200/P4042532.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/SEGUw4XeCTI/AAAAAAAAA04/aokXSJUO_wA/s1600-h/P4042536.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206606211702458674" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/SEGUw4XeCTI/AAAAAAAAA04/aokXSJUO_wA/s200/P4042536.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CNM opened its doors to high school students or any other person interested in seeing some of the things it has to offer: welding, carpentry, plumbing, electricity, culinary arts, nursing, landscaping, etc where showing the way they work and some finished products… many of this had hands-on presentations and there were even some competitions going on. So on April 4th I accompanied Randy to one of the “tours” they were giving. I was very pleased to see how many workshops, tools and materials are available for CNM students and even more to know that many of the programs it offers prepare students to grant a job in 100% of the times. They even have a workshop for only repairing Ford models!…. Many of these things are created thanks to partnerships with companies and businesses of the area… this was undoubtedly one of the best ways to know more about the school I am working at.&lt;br /&gt;Later on… I went back with Penny one of my colleagues who had a student that invited both of us to try a little bit of welding.&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/SEGVooXeCUI/AAAAAAAAA1A/00dERCJ79nU/s1600-h/P4042548.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206607169480165698" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="more info for students" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/SEGVooXeCUI/AAAAAAAAA1A/00dERCJ79nU/s200/P4042548.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/SEGVpYXeCVI/AAAAAAAAA1I/-BecNS03jjU/s1600-h/P4042561.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206607182365067602" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="Penny Mortimer" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/SEGVpYXeCVI/AAAAAAAAA1I/-BecNS03jjU/s200/P4042561.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/SEGVpoXeCWI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/R-cjirHbWgA/s1600-h/P4042566.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206607186660034914" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="before trying welding" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/SEGVpoXeCWI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/R-cjirHbWgA/s200/P4042566.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/850065483982467314-92515467657307307?l=isabelabq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isabelabq.blogspot.com/feeds/92515467657307307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=850065483982467314&amp;postID=92515467657307307' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/850065483982467314/posts/default/92515467657307307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/850065483982467314/posts/default/92515467657307307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isabelabq.blogspot.com/2008/05/cnm-open-house.html' title='CNM OPEN HOUSE'/><author><name>ISABEL IN ABQ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03193624103179588196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/SEGUvYXeCRI/AAAAAAAAA0o/qP22kRIvpKA/s72-c/P4042502.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-850065483982467314.post-7873999077626408464</id><published>2008-05-24T13:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-24T13:53:45.280-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ITALIAN ART</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;CNM art&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marzo 28. hoy Peggy y yo caminamos por los corredores cercanos a la cafetería de CNM para ver algunas de las pinturas que los estudiantes de arte hicieron. El concurso era combinar las obras de dos artistas completamente diferentes utilizando la técnica I Madonnary ( arte italiano callejero con gis que data del siglo XVI y llamado así porque originalmente pintaban solo madonnas). He aquí unas muestras de los trabajos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/SDh_CoXeCKI/AAAAAAAAAzw/EasbGSSJz7g/s1600-h/P3282437.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204049052598929570" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/SDh_CoXeCKI/AAAAAAAAAzw/EasbGSSJz7g/s200/P3282437.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/SDh_DIXeCLI/AAAAAAAAAz4/qLMyvRdNHl4/s1600-h/P3282440.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204049061188864178" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/SDh_DIXeCLI/AAAAAAAAAz4/qLMyvRdNHl4/s200/P3282440.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;March 28th Today, Peggy and I walked by the corridors nerby the cafeteria in the campus to see some pictures drawn by art students: the contest was combining the works of two totally Different artists using the I Maddonari technique (street art with chalk dating back to the XVI century and called like that because originally they only painted madonnas).Here are some samples of it.&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/SDh_DYXeCMI/AAAAAAAAA0A/JXNvTO_uUVc/s1600-h/P3282441.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204049065483831490" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="3rd place: dali and Michelangelo" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/SDh_DYXeCMI/AAAAAAAAA0A/JXNvTO_uUVc/s200/P3282441.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/SDh_D4XeCNI/AAAAAAAAA0I/8yY00_lH52s/s1600-h/P3282443.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204049074073766098" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="ist place Escher&amp; Vangogh" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/SDh_D4XeCNI/AAAAAAAAA0I/8yY00_lH52s/s200/P3282443.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/850065483982467314-7873999077626408464?l=isabelabq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isabelabq.blogspot.com/feeds/7873999077626408464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=850065483982467314&amp;postID=7873999077626408464' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/850065483982467314/posts/default/7873999077626408464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/850065483982467314/posts/default/7873999077626408464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isabelabq.blogspot.com/2008/05/italian-art.html' title='ITALIAN ART'/><author><name>ISABEL IN ABQ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03193624103179588196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/SDh_CoXeCKI/AAAAAAAAAzw/EasbGSSJz7g/s72-c/P3282437.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-850065483982467314.post-6314157760966862169</id><published>2008-05-18T19:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T20:12:41.193-07:00</updated><title type='text'>pascuas</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;EASTER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/SDDq08qGzOI/AAAAAAAAAyw/p6fF46hBIFo/s1600-h/P3232401.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201915764969753826" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="Peggy and her two daughters" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/SDDq08qGzOI/AAAAAAAAAyw/p6fF46hBIFo/s200/P3232401.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El fin de semana de Pascuas nuestra amiga Peggy nos invito a la reunión familiar para celebrar las pascuas en &lt;a href="http://www.city-data.com/city/Belen-New-Mexico.html"&gt;Belén, &lt;/a&gt;su pueblo natal. Pensábamos ir en el tren llamado “correcaminos” pero no pudimos hacerlo pues no da servicio los fines de semana. Así que Peggy nos recogió en Albuquerque … experimentar la Pascua como celebración familiar fue algo agradable. La reunion fue en la casa de los padres de Leroy. Primero comimos y después los niños buscaron los huevos escondidos en el patio; después de eso todos en la familia empezaron a escoger un huevo para una competencia en parejas que lanzarían los huevos cada vez aumentando la distancia entre si. En esta competencia cesar y leroy compitieron por el primer lugar co la hermana de Leroy. Después fue el turno de los jóvenes de buscar los huevos (algunos de los cuales contenían dinero) y por ultimo llego el turno de los adultos. Pasamos un buen día participando y viendo el juego de voley ball y disfrutando la calidez de una familia Nuevo Mexicana.&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/SDDq1sqGzPI/AAAAAAAAAy4/gHSbTXaNZhs/s1600-h/P3232403.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201915777854655730" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="the children looking for eggs" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/SDDq1sqGzPI/AAAAAAAAAy4/gHSbTXaNZhs/s200/P3232403.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/SDDq18qGzQI/AAAAAAAAAzA/AtfaPXoVfz4/s1600-h/P3232404.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201915782149623042" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="the prizes for the children" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/SDDq18qGzQI/AAAAAAAAAzA/AtfaPXoVfz4/s200/P3232404.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the weekend of Easter, our friend Peggy invited us to join her family for Easter in Belen, her hometown, we thought about riding the train called “Rail runner’ but could not ride it because it does not run on weekends, so she picked us up in ABQ …experience Easter as a family celebration was nice. The gathering was at Leroy’s parents’ house. First we ate and then came the time for the children to look for the eggs, after that, everybody choose and egg because there was going to be an egg tossing competition where Cesar and Leroy ended competing for the first place with Leroy’s sister, after that the teens’ turn came to look for the eggs (some of them had money inside) and after that the adults. We spend a nice day participating and watching the volleyball game and enjoying the warmth of a New Mexican Family&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/SDDr0MqGzRI/AAAAAAAAAzI/80Xp90vqFF8/s1600-h/P3232405.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201916851596479762" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="choosing the eggs for the competition" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/SDDr0MqGzRI/AAAAAAAAAzI/80Xp90vqFF8/s200/P3232405.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/SDDr0cqGzSI/AAAAAAAAAzQ/KKXcB9GApHA/s1600-h/P3232407.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201916855891447074" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="the competition starts" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/SDDr0cqGzSI/AAAAAAAAAzQ/KKXcB9GApHA/s200/P3232407.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/SDDr1MqGzTI/AAAAAAAAAzY/F-dvZzWS_Nw/s1600-h/P3232410.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201916868776348978" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="and still more distance to go" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/SDDr1MqGzTI/AAAAAAAAAzY/F-dvZzWS_Nw/s200/P3232410.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/SDDsg8qGzUI/AAAAAAAAAzg/yxfvyx5CUL0/s1600-h/P3232415.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201917620395625794" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="the perfect hiding place" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/SDDsg8qGzUI/AAAAAAAAAzg/yxfvyx5CUL0/s200/P3232415.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/SDDshsqGzVI/AAAAAAAAAzo/ZG4zf5muP20/s1600-h/P3232419.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201917633280527698" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="the game" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/SDDshsqGzVI/AAAAAAAAAzo/ZG4zf5muP20/s200/P3232419.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/850065483982467314-6314157760966862169?l=isabelabq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isabelabq.blogspot.com/feeds/6314157760966862169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=850065483982467314&amp;postID=6314157760966862169' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/850065483982467314/posts/default/6314157760966862169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/850065483982467314/posts/default/6314157760966862169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isabelabq.blogspot.com/2008/05/pascuas.html' title='pascuas'/><author><name>ISABEL IN ABQ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03193624103179588196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/SDDq08qGzOI/AAAAAAAAAyw/p6fF46hBIFo/s72-c/P3232401.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-850065483982467314.post-1540717290821045030</id><published>2008-05-16T17:29:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-16T17:39:05.057-07:00</updated><title type='text'>cambio de estacion</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;La primavera inicia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/SC4oCcqGzII/AAAAAAAAAyA/O1G0nj8xmPI/s1600-h/P3212397.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201138642177150082" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/SC4oCcqGzII/AAAAAAAAAyA/O1G0nj8xmPI/s200/P3212397.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Con la llegada de la primavera, las zonas áridas se transforman y es realmente asombroso ver la cantidad y diversidad de flores … camino a la escuela y en el campus se ven tanto arbustos, árboles y flores que surgen de la nada celebrando el cambio de estación. Una de las primeras flores que vi. en las jardineras fue la flor que se asocia con la celebración de la pascua aquí en los EEUU; los narcisos, junto con los tulipanes y algunas otras flores de la familia de los lirios . ahora entiendo cuando me decian que aquí si se distinguen las 4 estaciones.&lt;br /&gt;Aunque también con la primavera llegaron las alergias al campus, afortunadamente yo me salve de ellas pero algunos de mis alumnos no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/SC4oCsqGzJI/AAAAAAAAAyI/UQdMNEfWP3Y/s1600-h/P3212400.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201138646472117394" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/SC4oCsqGzJI/AAAAAAAAAyI/UQdMNEfWP3Y/s200/P3212400.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/SC4oDMqGzKI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/li4cFi2Mkp0/s1600-h/P3252431.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201138655062052002" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/SC4oDMqGzKI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/li4cFi2Mkp0/s200/P3252431.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the arrival of spring the arid areas are transformed and it is really Amazing to see the amount and diversity of flowers … on the way to school and in the campus you are able to see bushes, trees, and single flowers coming out from “nowhere” , celebrating the change of season. One of the first flowers I saw in the gardens was the flower that is associated with Easter here in the USA: daffodils, together with tulips, and some other flowers of the Lilly family. I now understand what they meant when they told me that here the 4 seasons are clearly noticeable.&lt;br /&gt;And although allergies also came with spring I was lucky not to get them but some of my students did. &lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/SC4o88qGzLI/AAAAAAAAAyY/vM2zFqWmEVI/s1600-h/P3302450.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201139647199497394" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/SC4o88qGzLI/AAAAAAAAAyY/vM2zFqWmEVI/s200/P3302450.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/SC4o9MqGzMI/AAAAAAAAAyg/Trb3Y53WorE/s1600-h/P3302451.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201139651494464706" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/SC4o9MqGzMI/AAAAAAAAAyg/Trb3Y53WorE/s200/P3302451.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/SC4o9cqGzNI/AAAAAAAAAyo/yv63pGyCTzQ/s1600-h/P3252434.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201139655789432018" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/SC4o9cqGzNI/AAAAAAAAAyo/yv63pGyCTzQ/s200/P3252434.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/850065483982467314-1540717290821045030?l=isabelabq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isabelabq.blogspot.com/feeds/1540717290821045030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=850065483982467314&amp;postID=1540717290821045030' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/850065483982467314/posts/default/1540717290821045030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/850065483982467314/posts/default/1540717290821045030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isabelabq.blogspot.com/2008/05/cambio-de-estacion.html' title='cambio de estacion'/><author><name>ISABEL IN ABQ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03193624103179588196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/SC4oCcqGzII/AAAAAAAAAyA/O1G0nj8xmPI/s72-c/P3212397.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-850065483982467314.post-5458154640218650794</id><published>2008-05-16T16:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-16T17:09:03.187-07:00</updated><title type='text'>an interesting site</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/SC4fsMqGzCI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/1QdDnsf0xk4/s1600-h/P3152336.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201129463832038434" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/SC4fsMqGzCI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/1QdDnsf0xk4/s200/P3152336.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;The petroglyphs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El 15 de marzo, antes de ir a los petroglifos, Janice se detuvo en un centro comercial que tenia varias muestras del arte en metal que hemos visto en algunas áreas de la ciudad… he aquí algunos ejemplos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/SC4fssqGzDI/AAAAAAAAAxY/njxhMokttfk/s1600-h/P3152344.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201129472421973042" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/SC4fssqGzDI/AAAAAAAAAxY/njxhMokttfk/s200/P3152344.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/SC4fs8qGzEI/AAAAAAAAAxg/3CcGvxIQwTU/s1600-h/P3152347.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201129476716940354" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/SC4fs8qGzEI/AAAAAAAAAxg/3CcGvxIQwTU/s200/P3152347.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Después de visitar ese lugar Janice nos llevo al &lt;a href="http://www.cabq.gov/openspace/petroglyph.html"&gt;Monumento Nacional de los Petroglifos,&lt;/a&gt; el cual se estima que contiene alrededor de 20,000 imágenes de animales, personas y simbología creadas en las rocas volcánicas por civilizaciones antiguas… ahí tuvimos un pic nic y caminamos por un rato buscando algunos de los dibujos característicos de la zona . Asi que en un solo dia pudimos en cierta forma , apreciar dos formas de arte que son parte de Albuquerque.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Petroglyphs&lt;br /&gt;On March 15th, before going to the Petroglyphs, Janice took us to a mall where there were metal art works, similar to some we have seen in certain areas of the city…here are some examples.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After visiting that place, Janice took us to the Petroglyphs National Monument, which it is estimated to contain around 20,000 images of animals, people, and symbols carved on volcanic rocks by ancient civilizations….we had a pic nic there and walked for a while looking for some of the carvings in the area.&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/SC4gdsqGzFI/AAAAAAAAAxo/CFd4Timnkj4/s1600-h/P3152366.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201130314235563090" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/SC4gdsqGzFI/AAAAAAAAAxo/CFd4Timnkj4/s200/P3152366.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So in acertain way, we were able to see in one day two forms of art that are part of Albuquerque&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/SC4geMqGzGI/AAAAAAAAAxw/ze_ett427t0/s1600-h/P3152368.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201130322825497698" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/SC4geMqGzGI/AAAAAAAAAxw/ze_ett427t0/s200/P3152368.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/SC4gecqGzHI/AAAAAAAAAx4/yoApmNcJ1rA/s1600-h/P3152375.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201130327120465010" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/SC4gecqGzHI/AAAAAAAAAx4/yoApmNcJ1rA/s200/P3152375.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/850065483982467314-5458154640218650794?l=isabelabq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isabelabq.blogspot.com/feeds/5458154640218650794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=850065483982467314&amp;postID=5458154640218650794' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/850065483982467314/posts/default/5458154640218650794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/850065483982467314/posts/default/5458154640218650794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isabelabq.blogspot.com/2008/05/interesting-site.html' title='an interesting site'/><author><name>ISABEL IN ABQ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03193624103179588196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/SC4fsMqGzCI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/1QdDnsf0xk4/s72-c/P3152336.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-850065483982467314.post-6118671730519918583</id><published>2008-05-04T12:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-04T12:36:20.003-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PEÑA FEMENINA</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;La Peña&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/SB4N8oRdnBI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/ogWfpAXuQWo/s1600-h/P3242429.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196606355286105106" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/SB4N8oRdnBI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/ogWfpAXuQWo/s200/P3242429.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/SB4N9YRdnCI/AAAAAAAAAwY/QUao9Ng1LsM/s1600-h/P3092288.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196606368171007010" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/SB4N9YRdnCI/AAAAAAAAAwY/QUao9Ng1LsM/s200/P3092288.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/SB4N9oRdnDI/AAAAAAAAAwg/EsSFNrTuJpc/s1600-h/P3092293.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196606372465974322" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/SB4N9oRdnDI/AAAAAAAAAwg/EsSFNrTuJpc/s200/P3092293.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El 9 de Marzo asistimos nuevamente al Centro Cultural Hispano pues tuvieron un evento llamado “Peña Femenina” para celebrar el Día Internacional de la mujer, en el cual hubo música, baile, canto y poesía… estuvimos compartiendo la velada con Janice, Cynthia y algunos de sus amigos. Entre las personas que ocupaban nuestra mesa se encontraba una de las artistas que venia de Chicago a compartir su trabajo poético (Lisa Alvarado). La tarde empezó con una bailadora de flamenco, seguidas de canciones, poesía, mas canciones, guitarras y no podía faltar la alegría del son jarocho ¡… interpretado por Otilio Ortiz, un músico que fue miembro del grupo música Tlen- huicani de la Universidad Veracruzana (mi universidad) el cual es muy conocido no solo en Xalapa. El maestro Otilio ya lleva algunos años viviendo en Albuquerque. El cerró el evento poniendo a la gente a bailar la bamba.&lt;br /&gt;Tanto las canciones como las poesías (las que pude entender, pues hubo algunas figuras poeticas que no capte muy bien) me transmitieron un sentido de nostalgia por la tierra y las costumbres mexicanas de personas que ya nacieron de este lado de la frontera, a la vez, me hicieron reafirmar lo que había estado observando… la fuerte influencia española en este pedacito de tierra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/SB4OvoRdnEI/AAAAAAAAAwo/aAh2FjM9TZA/s1600-h/P3092292.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196607231459433538" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/SB4OvoRdnEI/AAAAAAAAAwo/aAh2FjM9TZA/s200/P3092292.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/SB4Ov4RdnFI/AAAAAAAAAww/G1R7AkcsXjM/s1600-h/P3092297.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196607235754400850" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/SB4Ov4RdnFI/AAAAAAAAAww/G1R7AkcsXjM/s200/P3092297.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/SB4OwIRdnGI/AAAAAAAAAw4/J--MaMt2CCI/s1600-h/P3092299.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196607240049368162" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/SB4OwIRdnGI/AAAAAAAAAw4/J--MaMt2CCI/s200/P3092299.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On March 9th we went to the Centro Cultural Hispano again, since they had an event called “Peña Femenina” to celebrate Women’s International Day, such event had music, dance, songs and poetry…. we shared the evening with Janice, Cynthia and some of her friends. Among the people sitting at that table there was one of the artists who came from Chicago to share her works on poetry (Lisa Alvarado). The evening started with a Flamenco Dancer, followed by songs poetry, more songs, guitars, and the presence of jarocho music could not be out!... we met Otilio Ortiz, a musician&lt;br /&gt;x-member of the Tlen huicani musical group from the Universidad Veracruzana (my university) which is known not only in Xalapa . maestro Otilio has been living in Albuquerque for some years now and he closed the event making everyone present stand up and dance “la bamba” .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The songs as well as the poetry (the ones I could understand since there were some literary devices I could not fully understand) transmitted to me a feeling of nostalgia for the Mexican “home land’ (I ignore if this term is equivalent) and customs of people who were born on this side of the border , and, at the same time, they made me confirm something I had previously observed…. The strong Spanish influence in this area.&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/SB4PiIRdnHI/AAAAAAAAAxA/-G76A6wkXJc/s1600-h/P3092304.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196608099042827378" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/SB4PiIRdnHI/AAAAAAAAAxA/-G76A6wkXJc/s200/P3092304.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/SB4PioRdnII/AAAAAAAAAxI/YPO_r0C4HS0/s1600-h/P3092309.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196608107632761986" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/SB4PioRdnII/AAAAAAAAAxI/YPO_r0C4HS0/s200/P3092309.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/850065483982467314-6118671730519918583?l=isabelabq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isabelabq.blogspot.com/feeds/6118671730519918583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=850065483982467314&amp;postID=6118671730519918583' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/850065483982467314/posts/default/6118671730519918583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/850065483982467314/posts/default/6118671730519918583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isabelabq.blogspot.com/2008/05/pea-femenina.html' title='PEÑA FEMENINA'/><author><name>ISABEL IN ABQ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03193624103179588196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/SB4N8oRdnBI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/ogWfpAXuQWo/s72-c/P3242429.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-850065483982467314.post-5506746840961583013</id><published>2008-05-04T11:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-04T11:46:31.075-07:00</updated><title type='text'>EL Camino Real</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/SB4ClIRdm7I/AAAAAAAAAvg/oxXd_8jzVvM/s1600-h/CR-mapsm%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196593856931273650" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/SB4ClIRdm7I/AAAAAAAAAvg/oxXd_8jzVvM/s200/CR-mapsm%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;El camino....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/SB4Cl4Rdm8I/AAAAAAAAAvo/kdl0tSKHQZM/s1600-h/P2232261.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196593869816175554" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/SB4Cl4Rdm8I/AAAAAAAAAvo/kdl0tSKHQZM/s200/P2232261.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/SB4CmYRdm9I/AAAAAAAAAvw/4u3mH1keuTU/s1600-h/P2232262.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196593878406110162" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/SB4CmYRdm9I/AAAAAAAAAvw/4u3mH1keuTU/s200/P2232262.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uno de los lugares que visitamos de regreso de T or C fue el museo dedicado a &lt;a href="http://www.caminorealheritage.org/"&gt;“El Camino Real de Tierra Adentro”&lt;/a&gt; ruta de comercio de 1598 a 1882 que abarca 1600 millas entre la ciudad de México pasando por Chihuahua, cruzando el Río Grande hasta llegar a Albuquerque, Santa Fe y Taos. Y aunque solo se menciona la ciudad de México en mucha de la bibliografía, es el mismo camino que salía del puerto de Veracruz, como se puede ver en el museo que visitamos. Aunque esta ruta ya existía entre las tribus indígenas antes de la llegada de los españoles…. Fue muy interesante ver parte de la historia de México en este museo. Además la ambientación del museo me pareció excelente!... me gustaría que en Xalapa hubiera museos de este tipo teniendo tanto de historia en nuestro estado y tan poco que se aprovecha.&lt;br /&gt;Dos nombres de conquistadores ligados a este camino son Don Juan de Oñate y Francisco Vázquez de Coronado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/SB4DhoRdm-I/AAAAAAAAAv4/zIRbjc5Q59M/s1600-h/P2232263.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196594896313359330" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/SB4DhoRdm-I/AAAAAAAAAv4/zIRbjc5Q59M/s200/P2232263.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/SB4Dh4Rdm_I/AAAAAAAAAwA/eiKMJgOBPco/s1600-h/P2232264.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196594900608326642" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/SB4Dh4Rdm_I/AAAAAAAAAwA/eiKMJgOBPco/s200/P2232264.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/SB4DiYRdnAI/AAAAAAAAAwI/xHxcmWbGaOg/s1600-h/P2232265.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196594909198261250" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/SB4DiYRdnAI/AAAAAAAAAwI/xHxcmWbGaOg/s200/P2232265.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the places that we visited on the way back from T or C was the museum dedicated to &lt;a href="http://education.nmsu.edu/webquest/wq/camino/camino.html"&gt;“el Camino Real de Tierra Adentro” &lt;/a&gt;trade route from 1598 to 1882 and that is 1600 miles in length between the city of Mexico going through Chihuahua, the Rio Grande , Albuquerque, Santa Fe and Taos. Although Mexico city is mentioned as the origin of such route in various sources, this is the same rout that came from the port of Veracruz as we saw in this museum. Also this route already existed before the Spaniards arrival among the native Indians living within…. the area. For us it was very interesting to see part of the Mexican history being displayed , besides the way the museum had created an “environment’ for its displays seemed excellent to me! I would really love that Xalapa had museums of this kind having so much history in our state that is most of the times wasted.&lt;br /&gt;Two names of Spanish conquerors linked to this area and mentioned in the museum are&lt;br /&gt;Don Juan de Oñate and Francisco Vázquez de Coronado.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/850065483982467314-5506746840961583013?l=isabelabq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isabelabq.blogspot.com/feeds/5506746840961583013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=850065483982467314&amp;postID=5506746840961583013' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/850065483982467314/posts/default/5506746840961583013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/850065483982467314/posts/default/5506746840961583013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isabelabq.blogspot.com/2008/05/el-camino-real.html' title='EL Camino Real'/><author><name>ISABEL IN ABQ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03193624103179588196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/SB4ClIRdm7I/AAAAAAAAAvg/oxXd_8jzVvM/s72-c/CR-mapsm%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-850065483982467314.post-2200244439075416112</id><published>2008-04-20T10:38:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-20T11:02:19.231-07:00</updated><title type='text'>T or C</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/SAuEgI-6GAI/AAAAAAAAAvY/mWhEHYqCMH8/s1600-h/P2232225.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191388683176646658" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/SAuEgI-6GAI/AAAAAAAAAvY/mWhEHYqCMH8/s200/P2232225.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Verdad o Consecuencias&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/SAuC4o-6F6I/AAAAAAAAAuo/jzNU_90FZu4/s1600-h/P2222179.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191386905060186018" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/SAuC4o-6F6I/AAAAAAAAAuo/jzNU_90FZu4/s200/P2222179.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/SAuC5I-6F7I/AAAAAAAAAuw/GZ91RV6e7YE/s1600-h/P2232252.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191386913650120626" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/SAuC5I-6F7I/AAAAAAAAAuw/GZ91RV6e7YE/s200/P2232252.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/SAuC6I-6F8I/AAAAAAAAAu4/y8kNfGGxwtM/s1600-h/P2222175.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191386930829989826" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/SAuC6I-6F8I/AAAAAAAAAu4/y8kNfGGxwtM/s200/P2222175.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;El 22 de Febrero conocimos un pequeño pueblo llamado T or C &lt;a href="http://www.truthorconsequencesnm.net/area_TorC_about.htm"&gt;( Truth or Consequenciences)&lt;/a&gt; con nuestros amigos Cynthia y Alan . Originalmente el pueblito se llamaba Hot Springs, dada la cantidad de nacimientos de aguas termales , esto también origino que se estableciera aquí un hospital para atender a personas con enfermedades como la polio para darles terapias, aun en estos tiempos existen varios especialistas en el pueblo. &lt;a href="http://www.truthorconsequencesnm.net/area_TorC_ralph_edwards.htm"&gt;Como es que este pequeño pueblo tiene un nombre tan peculiar?&lt;/a&gt; el cambio se debió a que en los 50’s había un programa de radio llamado “Verdades o Consequencias” cuyo comentarista (Ralph Edwards) tuvo la idea de proponer que así se llamara alguna población, así que la gente de este pueblo voto para ver si el nombre “Hot Springs” seria cambiado, dado que hay una gran cantidad de pueblos con este nombre Tor C significo una gran diferencia ya que por la publicidad ( cada año y hasta su muerte Edwards asistía al aniversario y se organizaba un gran festejo) hubo mucha gente que llego a disfrutar de sus baños termales.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/SAuDk4-6F9I/AAAAAAAAAvA/N_pJrTjV2HA/s1600-h/P2222185.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191387665269397458" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/SAuDk4-6F9I/AAAAAAAAAvA/N_pJrTjV2HA/s200/P2222185.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/SAuDlY-6F-I/AAAAAAAAAvI/zpCSn_1eTXg/s1600-h/P2222191.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191387673859332066" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/SAuDlY-6F-I/AAAAAAAAAvI/zpCSn_1eTXg/s200/P2222191.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/SAuDmo-6F_I/AAAAAAAAAvQ/Bn8UePMdJP4/s1600-h/P2222205.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191387695334168562" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/SAuDmo-6F_I/AAAAAAAAAvQ/Bn8UePMdJP4/s200/P2222205.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por lo tanto no podíamos perdernos el conocer este pueblo tan particular y disfrutar de sus baños termales, además de un pequeño museo (Geronimo Springs Museum) construido por la comunidad y de un lugar exclusivo de cactus (ya que Alan es un amante de los cactus)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Camino a T or C, nos detuvimos en Socorro.. otra población, en la que disfrutamos de cerveza hecha ahí mismo y con sabores como chocolate, durazno, etc.&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/SAuAjI-6FzI/AAAAAAAAAtw/UEPQoL62_4M/s1600-h/P2222149.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191384336669742898" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/SAuAjI-6FzI/AAAAAAAAAtw/UEPQoL62_4M/s200/P2222149.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/SAuAj4-6F0I/AAAAAAAAAt4/YNKlyojP1P4/s1600-h/P2222151.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191384349554644802" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/SAuAj4-6F0I/AAAAAAAAAt4/YNKlyojP1P4/s200/P2222151.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/SAuAko-6F1I/AAAAAAAAAuA/35K9FtVXRI4/s1600-h/P2222155.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191384362439546706" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/SAuAko-6F1I/AAAAAAAAAuA/35K9FtVXRI4/s200/P2222155.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On February 22nd we went to a small town called T or C (Truth or Consequences) with our friends Cynthia and Alan. Originally this little town was named Hot Springs , due to the amount of hot springs there, that also originated the construction of a hospital to treat illnesses like polio and other related where patients could get therapy even now there are some specialists who live in that town. How did this town get such a peculiar name?&lt;br /&gt;The change happened during the 50’s when there was a radio program called “Truth or Consequences” whose host (Ralph Edwards) came up with the idea that there should be a town in the us under that name, so the people of Hot Springs voted for the change since Hot Springs was a too common name (too many towns throughout the US have that name) T or C made the difference since many people were attracted to it… ever year on the anniversary of the name and until he died Edwards used to come to this town to precede the festivities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Therefore , we could not miss the opportunity to know this peculiar town and enjoy its hot Springs , and its small museum ( Geronimo Springs Museum) started by the community and visit a place exclusive for catus since Alan loves catus and grows them in his house &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/SAuBqY-6F3I/AAAAAAAAAuQ/-IjwyNdDqTU/s1600-h/P2222162.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191385560735422322" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/SAuBqY-6F3I/AAAAAAAAAuQ/-IjwyNdDqTU/s200/P2222162.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/SAuBq4-6F4I/AAAAAAAAAuY/wnn9RCGjFBE/s1600-h/P2222156.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191385569325356930" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/SAuBq4-6F4I/AAAAAAAAAuY/wnn9RCGjFBE/s200/P2222156.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/SAuBrI-6F5I/AAAAAAAAAug/3aDzMLb7eBs/s1600-h/P2222173.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191385573620324242" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/SAuBrI-6F5I/AAAAAAAAAug/3aDzMLb7eBs/s200/P2222173.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/850065483982467314-2200244439075416112?l=isabelabq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isabelabq.blogspot.com/feeds/2200244439075416112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=850065483982467314&amp;postID=2200244439075416112' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/850065483982467314/posts/default/2200244439075416112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/850065483982467314/posts/default/2200244439075416112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isabelabq.blogspot.com/2008/04/t-or-c.html' title='T or C'/><author><name>ISABEL IN ABQ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03193624103179588196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/SAuEgI-6GAI/AAAAAAAAAvY/mWhEHYqCMH8/s72-c/P2232225.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-850065483982467314.post-7641425972165649104</id><published>2008-04-05T16:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-05T17:11:20.145-07:00</updated><title type='text'>JEMEZ</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;A BUSY WEEKEND&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R_gSs6HUxVI/AAAAAAAAAsM/ZL21TjlMAms/s1600-h/P2102008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185915533640648018" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R_gSs6HUxVI/AAAAAAAAAsM/ZL21TjlMAms/s200/P2102008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R_gStaHUxWI/AAAAAAAAAsU/vpqPAivy_TQ/s1600-h/P2102011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185915542230582626" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R_gStaHUxWI/AAAAAAAAAsU/vpqPAivy_TQ/s200/P2102011.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R_gSt6HUxXI/AAAAAAAAAsc/-aKr-VREzjg/s1600-h/P2102012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185915550820517234" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R_gSt6HUxXI/AAAAAAAAAsc/-aKr-VREzjg/s200/P2102012.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Al día siguiente , el 10 de febrero Peggy y su esposo nos invitaron a ir a &lt;a href="http://www.jemezsprings.org/overview.html"&gt;Jemez Springs&lt;/a&gt; una población conocida sobretodo por ser un centro vacacional que aparte de tener un monumento histórico (monumento histórico Jemez), también tiene nacimientos de agua caliente donde la gente puede también conseguirse unos buenos masajes… entre las anécdotas de Peggy y Leroy acerca de la caza y pesca en ese lugar disfrutamos de los paisajes de la montaña . después de detenernos en el pueblo para almorzar, nos dirigimos hacia las montañas así que nuevamente tuvimos la oportunidad de ver mas nieve . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R_gTWaHUxYI/AAAAAAAAAsk/Y0BvAxVlotk/s1600-h/P2102022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185916246605219202" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R_gTWaHUxYI/AAAAAAAAAsk/Y0BvAxVlotk/s200/P2102022.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R_gTW6HUxZI/AAAAAAAAAss/Z-N-86AGJvU/s1600-h/P2102026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185916255195153810" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R_gTW6HUxZI/AAAAAAAAAss/Z-N-86AGJvU/s200/P2102026.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R_gTXKHUxaI/AAAAAAAAAs0/AIS0HssUDdc/s1600-h/P2102031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185916259490121122" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R_gTXKHUxaI/AAAAAAAAAs0/AIS0HssUDdc/s200/P2102031.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Leroy y Peggy nos llevaron a un criadero de peses, en donde jugamos con la nieve y caminamos un poco. De ahí fuimos a la cas de unos amigos suyos quien tiene algunas cabañas en el lugar . También nos llevaron a un túnel en donde vimos el extraordinario paisaje rocoso – Leroy bajo al río y casi atrapa un gran pez, bueno, talvez la próxima vez los peces no van a tener tanta suerte! Despues de comer con su amigo, nos dirigimos de regreso a Albuquerque.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R_gUJ6HUxbI/AAAAAAAAAs8/dNVfW2Ekt88/s1600-h/P2102047.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185917131368482226" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R_gUJ6HUxbI/AAAAAAAAAs8/dNVfW2Ekt88/s200/P2102047.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R_gUKaHUxcI/AAAAAAAAAtE/XoH5_HDOKiY/s1600-h/P2102049.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185917139958416834" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R_gUKaHUxcI/AAAAAAAAAtE/XoH5_HDOKiY/s200/P2102049.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R_gUKqHUxdI/AAAAAAAAAtM/STDyrjsWIZk/s1600-h/P2102052.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185917144253384146" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R_gUKqHUxdI/AAAAAAAAAtM/STDyrjsWIZk/s200/P2102052.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day, on Feb 10th Peggy and her husband invited us to go to Jemez Springs a kind of vacation resort which apart from having a historical monument (Jemez historical Monument), also has hot springs and places where people can have some massage…among the anecdotes that Peggy and Leroy told us about hunting and fishing in that forest , we enjoyed a fantastic view , it as a very nice drive. After stopping for lunch in the town, we headed to the mountains and once again had the opportunity to see more snow. &lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R_gUsqHUxeI/AAAAAAAAAtU/ayxc1IdSWvQ/s1600-h/P2102063.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185917728368936418" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R_gUsqHUxeI/AAAAAAAAAtU/ayxc1IdSWvQ/s200/P2102063.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R_gUtaHUxfI/AAAAAAAAAtc/fb_Ib5t-fjM/s1600-h/P2102077.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185917741253838322" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R_gUtaHUxfI/AAAAAAAAAtc/fb_Ib5t-fjM/s200/P2102077.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R_gUtqHUxgI/AAAAAAAAAtk/2S98usTjlUI/s1600-h/P2102080.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185917745548805634" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R_gUtqHUxgI/AAAAAAAAAtk/2S98usTjlUI/s200/P2102080.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leroy and Peggy took us to a fish hatchery, here we played with the snow and walked for a while, then we went to se one of their friends who happens to own some cabins, they also took us through a tunnel were we could enjoy the magnificent rocky landscape- Leroy went down to the river and almost caught a big fish, well maybe next time fish are not going to be so lucky! After dinner with their friend we headed back to Albuquerque &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/850065483982467314-7641425972165649104?l=isabelabq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isabelabq.blogspot.com/feeds/7641425972165649104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=850065483982467314&amp;postID=7641425972165649104' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/850065483982467314/posts/default/7641425972165649104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/850065483982467314/posts/default/7641425972165649104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isabelabq.blogspot.com/2008/04/jemez.html' title='JEMEZ'/><author><name>ISABEL IN ABQ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03193624103179588196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R_gSs6HUxVI/AAAAAAAAAsM/ZL21TjlMAms/s72-c/P2102008.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-850065483982467314.post-8594656390678381180</id><published>2008-03-29T17:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-05T16:57:35.206-07:00</updated><title type='text'>El AÑO  DE LA RATA</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;AÑO NUEVO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R-7d8aHUxKI/AAAAAAAAAq0/ksw61qi7JNQ/s1600-h/P2091959.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183324251021952162" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R-7d8aHUxKI/AAAAAAAAAq0/ksw61qi7JNQ/s200/P2091959.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R-7d9aHUxLI/AAAAAAAAAq8/Vxuu7M4ElNk/s1600-h/P2091962.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183324268201821362" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R-7d9aHUxLI/AAAAAAAAAq8/Vxuu7M4ElNk/s200/P2091962.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R-7d-KHUxMI/AAAAAAAAArE/sXicqX4ow3A/s1600-h/P2091969.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183324281086723266" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R-7d-KHUxMI/AAAAAAAAArE/sXicqX4ow3A/s200/P2091969.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aunque ya estamos en Febrero, aún siguen las celebraciones del año nuevo… esta vez nos toco asistir al &lt;a href="http://www.chineseculturecenter-abq.com/what.html#wnny08"&gt;Centro Cultural Chino&lt;/a&gt; el Sábado 9 de Febrero y aunque estaba repleto de personas (fuimos con Cynthia y nos habíamos quedado de ver con Janice pero no la vimos en la muchedumbre) pudimos apreciar la participación de niños y adultos en esta fecha tan especial; hubo muestras de artes marciales como el Tai Chi Chuan y el Kung Fu, así como bailes de listones y abanicos culminando con las danzas del León y del Dragón en donde los participantes demostraron su pericia todo esto acompañado por música de tambores en vivo….&lt;br /&gt;La celebración del año de la rata no termino ahí pues después de eso terminamos cenando en un restaurante Japonés…ustedes se preguntaran …y que tiene que ver lo Japonés con lo Chino? Pues el plan original era cenar en un restaurante chino.. pero cuando llegamos hubo un problema con la reservación así que nos metimos en el restaurante de junto que resulto excelente! Compartimos un barco con diferentes creaciones de la cocina japonesa y acompañados de sake caliente, (nunca lo había yo probado caliente..nada mal) y para cerrar con broche de oro… helado de te verde.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R-7emaHUxNI/AAAAAAAAArM/gNWOe1c057I/s1600-h/P2091974.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183324972576457938" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R-7emaHUxNI/AAAAAAAAArM/gNWOe1c057I/s200/P2091974.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R-7enKHUxOI/AAAAAAAAArU/rsn_EnzG1ck/s1600-h/P2091976.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183324985461359842" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R-7enKHUxOI/AAAAAAAAArU/rsn_EnzG1ck/s200/P2091976.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R-7en6HUxPI/AAAAAAAAArc/kUvJpH8bKWI/s1600-h/P2091979.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183324998346261746" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R-7en6HUxPI/AAAAAAAAArc/kUvJpH8bKWI/s200/P2091979.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although we are already in February New Year’s celebrations continue …this time we went to the &lt;a href="http://www.abqarts.org/cultural/survey/chinese-cs.htm"&gt;Chinese Cultural Center &lt;/a&gt;on Saturday February 9 and although it was crowded ( we went with Cynthia and we were supposed to meet Janice there but we couldn’t see her among the crowd) we could take a look at the participating adults and children on this special date. There were some martial arts like Tai Chi Chuan and Kung Fu , as well as ribbon and fan dances ending the presentation with the traditional dances of the Lion and the dance of the Dragon where the participants showed their ability. All of this, accompanied by live drums.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R-7fraHUxQI/AAAAAAAAArk/d1kdiAXRuWo/s1600-h/P2091981.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183326157987431682" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R-7fraHUxQI/AAAAAAAAArk/d1kdiAXRuWo/s200/P2091981.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R-7fr6HUxRI/AAAAAAAAArs/qs1iXxqbvFA/s1600-h/P2091985.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183326166577366290" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R-7fr6HUxRI/AAAAAAAAArs/qs1iXxqbvFA/s200/P2091985.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R-7fsKHUxSI/AAAAAAAAAr0/I02qyvwjUwg/s1600-h/P2091989.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183326170872333602" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R-7fsKHUxSI/AAAAAAAAAr0/I02qyvwjUwg/s200/P2091989.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The celebration of the year of the rat did not end up there since we had dinner in a Japanese restaurant… you may be wondering… and what do japaneses have to do with the Chinese New Year? Well the original plan was to have dinner at a Chinese restaurant … but when we got there there was a problem with the reservation so we ended up in the next door restaurant which turned out to be just excellent! We shared a sampler boat accompanied by warm sake ( I had never tried it war…not bad) and to end the magnificent dinner … green tea ice cream.&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R-7gDKHUxTI/AAAAAAAAAr8/1nJ1FyXxVMQ/s1600-h/P2091994.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183326566009324850" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R-7gDKHUxTI/AAAAAAAAAr8/1nJ1FyXxVMQ/s200/P2091994.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R-7gDaHUxUI/AAAAAAAAAsE/1Ul84vaUMz0/s1600-h/P2091995.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183326570304292162" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R-7gDaHUxUI/AAAAAAAAAsE/1Ul84vaUMz0/s200/P2091995.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/850065483982467314-8594656390678381180?l=isabelabq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isabelabq.blogspot.com/feeds/8594656390678381180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=850065483982467314&amp;postID=8594656390678381180' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/850065483982467314/posts/default/8594656390678381180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/850065483982467314/posts/default/8594656390678381180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isabelabq.blogspot.com/2008/03/el-ao-de-la-rata.html' title='El AÑO  DE LA RATA'/><author><name>ISABEL IN ABQ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03193624103179588196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R-7d8aHUxKI/AAAAAAAAAq0/ksw61qi7JNQ/s72-c/P2091959.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-850065483982467314.post-1724616029209309464</id><published>2008-03-22T08:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-22T16:16:59.275-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nieve en albuquerque'/><title type='text'>Nieve, nieve</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;MORE SNOW&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R-WQl6HUxBI/AAAAAAAAAps/-B42eHPx65M/s1600-h/P2041822.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180705927289160722" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R-WQl6HUxBI/AAAAAAAAAps/-B42eHPx65M/s200/P2041822.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estaba empezando a creer que nos habíamos perdido las nevadas de invierno cuando de pronto, el 4 de Febrero escarchitas de nieve empezaron a caer sobre mi cara cuando regresaba de trabajar y así countinuo por varias horas . Cesar y yo salimos a disfrutar de la nieve, aunque ya estaba obscuro cuando dejo de nevar (10 pm) y salimos del departamento para disfrutar de la nueve y tomar algunas fotos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R-WQmaHUxCI/AAAAAAAAAp0/kyhmVhT4e40/s1600-h/P2041840.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180705935879095330" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R-WQmaHUxCI/AAAAAAAAAp0/kyhmVhT4e40/s200/P2041840.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R-WQm6HUxDI/AAAAAAAAAp8/xza61c-li0o/s1600-h/P2041876.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180705944469029938" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R-WQm6HUxDI/AAAAAAAAAp8/xza61c-li0o/s200/P2041876.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La mañana siguiente me lleve mi cámara y camino la escuela tome algunas fotos mas. Mientras caminaba y tomaba fotos no pude evitar sentirme nostálgica recordando aquellas caminatas en la nieve cuando estaba estudiando en Ohio ( nieve “real” pues eran meses de nevadas continuas) aunque no se si 15 años después soportaría tanta nieve&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R-WRrKHUxEI/AAAAAAAAAqE/FqfHa5bVLQc/s1600-h/P2041884.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180707116995101762" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R-WRrKHUxEI/AAAAAAAAAqE/FqfHa5bVLQc/s200/P2041884.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R-WRr6HUxFI/AAAAAAAAAqM/iMkMkv26tLE/s1600-h/P2051898.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180707129880003666" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R-WRr6HUxFI/AAAAAAAAAqM/iMkMkv26tLE/s200/P2051898.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R-WRsKHUxGI/AAAAAAAAAqU/JokUU5Oeruo/s1600-h/P2051909.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180707134174970978" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R-WRsKHUxGI/AAAAAAAAAqU/JokUU5Oeruo/s200/P2051909.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was beginning to think we had missed winter snow when on February 4th some snow started to fall and would continue for a couple of hours. Cesar and I went out to enjoy it , although it was already dark (10 pm) when we left our apartment to enjoy the snow and take some pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day, I took my camera with me and on my way to school I took some more pictures. When I was walking and looking at the snow I couldn’t help getting nostalgic remembering those walks on the snow while I studied al Ohio University ( real snow over there jeje moths since snow storms last) I., don’t know if I would be able to stand that kind of snow 15 years later&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R-WSz6HUxHI/AAAAAAAAAqc/vMrVNYePvi8/s1600-h/P2051912.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180708366830584946" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R-WSz6HUxHI/AAAAAAAAAqc/vMrVNYePvi8/s200/P2051912.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R-WS0aHUxII/AAAAAAAAAqk/kVCwReZE8A8/s1600-h/P2051927.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180708375420519554" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R-WS0aHUxII/AAAAAAAAAqk/kVCwReZE8A8/s200/P2051927.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R-WS06HUxJI/AAAAAAAAAqs/1vq_a7HzNYw/s1600-h/P2051946.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180708384010454162" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R-WS06HUxJI/AAAAAAAAAqs/1vq_a7HzNYw/s200/P2051946.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/850065483982467314-1724616029209309464?l=isabelabq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isabelabq.blogspot.com/feeds/1724616029209309464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=850065483982467314&amp;postID=1724616029209309464' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/850065483982467314/posts/default/1724616029209309464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/850065483982467314/posts/default/1724616029209309464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isabelabq.blogspot.com/2008/03/nieve-nieve.html' title='Nieve, nieve'/><author><name>ISABEL IN ABQ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03193624103179588196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R-WQl6HUxBI/AAAAAAAAAps/-B42eHPx65M/s72-c/P2041822.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-850065483982467314.post-644522316568372226</id><published>2008-03-21T19:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-21T19:57:32.017-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ENERO 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R-Ry3qHUw8I/AAAAAAAAApE/U41NFCIZbVs/s1600-h/P1201778.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180391771906294722" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="at the mexican restaurant" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R-Ry3qHUw8I/AAAAAAAAApE/U41NFCIZbVs/s200/P1201778.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Antes de empezar clases de primavera en CNM nuevamente nos invitaron a almorzar en un restaurante hindú … la comida estaba muy rica y pasamos el tiempo con Janice Hart y Cynthia Wooley!&lt;br /&gt;El 20 de Enero Pat y Robert White nos invitaron a quitar los adornos de su árbol de navidad … después de eso nos invitaron a cenar a un restaurante mexicano y el 29 de Enero Alburquereque amaneció cubierto con un manto delgado de nieve . Nunca habia yo visto nopales en la nieve!he aquí algunas fotos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R-Ry2qHUw6I/AAAAAAAAAo0/gI0_DWoAOeQ/s1600-h/P1101760.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180391754726425506" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="Cesar and Cynthia at the restaurant" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R-Ry2qHUw6I/AAAAAAAAAo0/gI0_DWoAOeQ/s200/P1101760.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R-Ry3aHUw7I/AAAAAAAAAo8/HQa680LP8k8/s1600-h/P1201775.JPG"&gt;&lt;img "BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180391767611327410" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="with pat and Robert White" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R-Ry3aHUw7I/AAAAAAAAAo8/HQa680LP8k8/s200/P1201775.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R-Ry36HUw9I/AAAAAAAAApM/rbP-gW-mV1s/s1600-h/P1201780.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180391776201262034" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R-Ry36HUw9I/AAAAAAAAApM/rbP-gW-mV1s/s200/P1201780.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before starting Spring classes at CNM again Cesar and I were invited to eat lunch at a hindu restaurant … the food there was really nice and we enjoyed our time with Janice Hart and Cynthya Wooley !&lt;br /&gt;On January 20th Pat and Robert White invited us to take the Christmas decorations down from their Christmas tree… After that they invited us dinner at a Mexican restaurant and January 29th Alburquerque had one more snow fall . I had never seen nopales in the snow; here are some pictures I want to share with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R-Rz2qHUw-I/AAAAAAAAApU/zv-tWUjKn6I/s1600-h/P1291781.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180392854238053346" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="on the way to school" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R-Rz2qHUw-I/AAAAAAAAApU/zv-tWUjKn6I/s200/P1291781.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R-Rz3KHUw_I/AAAAAAAAApc/8mXbfTL1eWs/s1600-h/P1291783.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180392862827987954" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R-Rz3KHUw_I/AAAAAAAAApc/8mXbfTL1eWs/s200/P1291783.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R-Rz36HUxAI/AAAAAAAAApk/ora1eBdC1T8/s1600-h/P1291785.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180392875712889858" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R-Rz36HUxAI/AAAAAAAAApk/ora1eBdC1T8/s200/P1291785.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/850065483982467314-644522316568372226?l=isabelabq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isabelabq.blogspot.com/feeds/644522316568372226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=850065483982467314&amp;postID=644522316568372226' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/850065483982467314/posts/default/644522316568372226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/850065483982467314/posts/default/644522316568372226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isabelabq.blogspot.com/2008/03/enero-2008.html' title='ENERO 2008'/><author><name>ISABEL IN ABQ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03193624103179588196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R-Ry3qHUw8I/AAAAAAAAApE/U41NFCIZbVs/s72-c/P1201778.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-850065483982467314.post-1500771988662736958</id><published>2008-03-15T16:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-15T16:56:10.754-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;PURAS FIESTAS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R9xZqKzYouI/AAAAAAAAAnU/Q_uj_zTZPV0/s1600-h/PC171636.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178112252558484194" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R9xZqKzYouI/AAAAAAAAAnU/Q_uj_zTZPV0/s200/PC171636.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R9xZq6zYovI/AAAAAAAAAnc/v9gKvH_kWB0/s1600-h/PC171653.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178112265443386098" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R9xZq6zYovI/AAAAAAAAAnc/v9gKvH_kWB0/s200/PC171653.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Asistí a algunas presentaciones escolares de mi sobrina la primera fue en su escuela donde pude verla participar en &lt;a href="http://redescolar.ilce.edu.mx/redescolar/efemerides/diciembre/trad-16-24b.htm"&gt;“la rama”&lt;/a&gt; una tradición navideña del 15 al 24 de Diciembre y que poco a poco se esta perdiendo, además, Miriam participo en bailables jarochos típicos como “la bruja” y “la bamba”. Otra presentación fue en el coro al que ella pertenece , etc. Esta es una época en que muchas escuela organizan presentaciones de navidad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R9xaZqzYowI/AAAAAAAAAnk/arY7cBKLo1A/s1600-h/PC241701.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178113068602270466" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R9xaZqzYowI/AAAAAAAAAnk/arY7cBKLo1A/s200/PC241701.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R9xaaKzYoxI/AAAAAAAAAns/raF9BYCc4vQ/s1600-h/P1011748.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178113077192205074" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R9xaaKzYoxI/AAAAAAAAAns/raF9BYCc4vQ/s200/P1011748.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para cuando llegaron la navidad y año nuevo la pasamos en familia…. En año nuevo mi familia invito a Nancy a pasar la celebración con nosotros … entre la piñata, las 12 uvas y el confeti, creo que la hicimos sentir en familia…..Ahí también Nancy pudo conocer la tradición de “el Viejo” que sale a cantar a las calles anunciando su partida y la llegada del Año Nuevo.&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R9xbOazYoyI/AAAAAAAAAn0/ycxUWgs1724/s1600-h/P1011749.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178113974840369954" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R9xbOazYoyI/AAAAAAAAAn0/ycxUWgs1724/s200/P1011749.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R9xbOqzYozI/AAAAAAAAAn8/Gv7_2hLrSw4/s1600-h/PC311729.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178113979135337266" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R9xbOqzYozI/AAAAAAAAAn8/Gv7_2hLrSw4/s200/PC311729.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por cierto...casi olvido mencionar.... el 17 de dic. Cesar y yo visitamos a nancy en su apartamento y aprendimos a hacer unas galletas con figuras tipicas de la navidad... Nancy, recuerda escribirme la receta por favor!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estuvimos en Xalapa hasta el 7 de Enero así que pudimos compartir con Nancy otra de nuestras tradiciones : la rosca de Reyes…. Acompañada de chocolate y ponche. Y después… de vuelta a Albuquerque.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUST PARTYING&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R9xc1qzYo0I/AAAAAAAAAoE/2oxcGHiXhhY/s1600-h/PC171659.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178115748661863234" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R9xc1qzYo0I/AAAAAAAAAoE/2oxcGHiXhhY/s200/PC171659.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R9xc2qzYo1I/AAAAAAAAAoM/RWbVRw9V2Yg/s1600-h/PC171661.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178115765841732434" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R9xc2qzYo1I/AAAAAAAAAoM/RWbVRw9V2Yg/s200/PC171661.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R9xc3KzYo2I/AAAAAAAAAoU/Vv5oVMLe1h4/s1600-h/PC171663.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178115774431667042" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R9xc3KzYo2I/AAAAAAAAAoU/Vv5oVMLe1h4/s200/PC171663.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While in Xalapa I went to some school presentations where my niece took part, the first one was in her primary school where she participated in  (for brief video click here)&lt;a href="http://video.search.yahoo.com/video/play?p=la+rama&amp;amp;ei=UTF-8&amp;amp;fr=yfp-t-501&amp;amp;fr2=tab-web&amp;amp;tnr=21&amp;amp;vid=1096114005"&gt;“la rama” &lt;/a&gt;a Christmas celebration from Dec 15 to Dec 24th and that unfortunately it is less and less common to see, besides that, Miriam participated in typical jarocho dances like “la bruja” and “la bamba” . Other presentation was the one of her chorus, etc…this is a time when many schools hold their Christmas perfomances.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Christmas and New Year arrived, we spent that time among family… on new years Eve, my family invited Nancy to celebrate it with us…among the piñata, the 12 grapes and the confetti, I think we made Nancy feel at home… there, she also could see the tradition of “el Viejo” that goes out to the streets singing about his departure and the arrival of the New Year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way... I almost forgot to mention that on december 17th we went to see nancy at her apartment and that she taught us to make some delicious typical Christmas cookies... Nancy please don't forget to give me that recipe!.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were in Xalapa until January 7th so we could share with nancy one more Mexican tradition: the “rosca de reyes” … accompanied by chocolate and ponche and later… we flew back to Albuquerque&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R9xdd6zYo3I/AAAAAAAAAoc/XVuJhxi4Qkg/s1600-h/P1051751.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178116440151597938" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R9xdd6zYo3I/AAAAAAAAAoc/XVuJhxi4Qkg/s200/P1051751.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R9xdeqzYo4I/AAAAAAAAAok/xXPzX60iC1g/s1600-h/P1051753.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178116453036499842" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R9xdeqzYo4I/AAAAAAAAAok/xXPzX60iC1g/s200/P1051753.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R9xdfKzYo5I/AAAAAAAAAos/4qn-7lZzbbc/s1600-h/P1051755.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178116461626434450" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R9xdfKzYo5I/AAAAAAAAAos/4qn-7lZzbbc/s200/P1051755.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/850065483982467314-1500771988662736958?l=isabelabq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isabelabq.blogspot.com/feeds/1500771988662736958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=850065483982467314&amp;postID=1500771988662736958' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/850065483982467314/posts/default/1500771988662736958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/850065483982467314/posts/default/1500771988662736958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isabelabq.blogspot.com/2008/03/puras-fiestas-asist-algunas.html' title=''/><author><name>ISABEL IN ABQ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03193624103179588196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R9xZqKzYouI/AAAAAAAAAnU/Q_uj_zTZPV0/s72-c/PC171636.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-850065483982467314.post-729819882748321910</id><published>2008-03-09T09:58:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-09T19:29:22.933-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Fiestas Decembrinas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R9SRdazYoeI/AAAAAAAAAlU/K7F6-HeBVHM/s1600-h/121207_21431%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175921806352622050" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="a view of the church steps" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R9SRdazYoeI/AAAAAAAAAlU/K7F6-HeBVHM/s200/121207_21431%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finalmente llegaron las fiestas decembrinas y nosotros llegamos con ellas a Xalapa:&lt;br /&gt;Lo primero que hicimos fue visitar el barrio de “el dique” para presenciar y ser parte de la mexicanisima tradición de visitar a la virgen de Guadalupe…mientras nos encontrábamos ahí pensaba en que ojala Nancy tuviera la oportunidad de asistir pues culturalmente es algo que representa a la gran mayoría de mexicanos… &lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R9SScazYohI/AAAAAAAAAls/exg-cFSZtl4/s1600-h/121207_22221%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175922888684380690" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="inside the church" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R9SScazYohI/AAAAAAAAAls/exg-cFSZtl4/s200/121207_22221%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;entre los miles y miles de peregrinos podíamos ver a niños y niñas en hombros de sus padres, vestidos de inditos , para la virgen… parecía imposible avanzar en ese río de gente, entre enormes coronas, como ofrenda de los muchos grupos que asistían ese día a cantar las mañanitas a la virgen, pero todo estaba tan organizado que se iba avanzando bien…. A los lados, como siempre muchos puestos de comida, juegos y por supuesto imágenes de la virgen donde los niños podían sacarse la tradicional fotografía de esa visita.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R9SPDqzYobI/AAAAAAAAAk8/MRtDvYv2AOA/s1600-h/PC141626.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175919164947734962" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="my niece's birtday party" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R9SPDqzYobI/AAAAAAAAAk8/MRtDvYv2AOA/s200/PC141626.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R9SUC6zYoiI/AAAAAAAAAl0/YqrjKCmnY4k/s1600-h/PC141622.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175924649620972066" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="nancy hitting the pinata" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R9SUC6zYoiI/AAAAAAAAAl0/YqrjKCmnY4k/s200/PC141622.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lo que siguió fue la sorpresa a mis padres… ellos no se esperaban vernos en Xalapa en esas fechas… la perfecta oportunidad se presento 2 días después en el cumpleaños de mi sobrina Miriam en donde también vi a Nancy por primera vez después de que nos vimos en Washington…. Aunque hemos estado en contacto através de Skype … fue una grata sorpresa para mis papas… de ahí siguió el cumpleaños de mi hermana Angélica y la organización del 50 aniversario de mis padres…. Asi que estuvimos algo ocupados con los arreglos para tal ocasión. El festejo fue muy familiar pero muy emotivo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R9SWgKzYonI/AAAAAAAAAmc/zWUkCnys8_s/s1600-h/PC211665.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175927351155401330" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R9SWgKzYonI/AAAAAAAAAmc/zWUkCnys8_s/s200/PC211665.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R9SYM6zYooI/AAAAAAAAAmk/KaerwPGDajs/s1600-h/PC211685.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175929219466175106" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R9SYM6zYooI/AAAAAAAAAmk/KaerwPGDajs/s200/PC211685.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the arrival of Christmas celebrations we arrived in Xalapa:&lt;br /&gt;The first thing we did was to visit an area called “El Dique” to be present and to be part of one of the moist Mexican traditions : visiting the Guadalupe Virgin ….while we were there I though about Nancy, I hoped she had the opportunity to come and witness such devotion culturally interesting for those who are not Catholic and that represents most mexicans … Among the thousands and thousands of Pilgrims we Could see boys and girls dresden like “inditos” and being carried on their parents shoulders just to see the virgin. … it seemed almost imposible to be able to advance in such a crowd …a mong enormous flower crowns as an offering of the many groups or associations that were there to sing the mananitas to the virgin , but everything was so well organized that we were really getting into the church without a long time to wait .&lt;br /&gt;As usual, on both sides of the streets there were many food stands, games, and of course stands where photographers had beautiful sets with the image of the virgin of Guadalupe where the children could have their pictures taken… traditional souvenirs of their visit on December 12th .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R9SZ4KzYopI/AAAAAAAAAms/bdB_GiLsre8/s1600-h/121207_21331%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175931062007145106" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R9SZ4KzYopI/AAAAAAAAAms/bdB_GiLsre8/s200/121207_21331%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What followed was the surprise for my parents … They did not expect to see us in Xalapa during those days… the opportunity was 2 days latter during mi niece’s birthday party, where I also saw Nancy whom I had not seen since we met in Washington… although we had been in contact through skype .. It was a nice surprise for mi parents … from there we also had mi sister Angelica’s birthday and then the main reason of our trip: my parents 50th wedding anniversary so we were quite busy organizing such celebration … the celebration was very intimate and emmotive &lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R9SbcqzYosI/AAAAAAAAAnE/yR3AZ5qiJ1Q/s1600-h/PC211664.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175932788583998146" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="Dona Conchita coffee" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R9SbcqzYosI/AAAAAAAAAnE/yR3AZ5qiJ1Q/s200/PC211664.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R9Sb6azYotI/AAAAAAAAAnM/Jx7KALkNFm8/s1600-h/PC211691.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175933299685106386" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="my parents cutting their cake" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R9Sb6azYotI/AAAAAAAAAnM/Jx7KALkNFm8/s200/PC211691.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/850065483982467314-729819882748321910?l=isabelabq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isabelabq.blogspot.com/feeds/729819882748321910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=850065483982467314&amp;postID=729819882748321910' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/850065483982467314/posts/default/729819882748321910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/850065483982467314/posts/default/729819882748321910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isabelabq.blogspot.com/2008/03/fiestas-decembrinas-finalmente-llegaron.html' title=''/><author><name>ISABEL IN ABQ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03193624103179588196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R9SRdazYoeI/AAAAAAAAAlU/K7F6-HeBVHM/s72-c/121207_21431%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-850065483982467314.post-5822091502215445304</id><published>2008-03-02T18:18:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-02T18:42:59.416-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;The River of lights&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R8tgu43s2MI/AAAAAAAAAik/1DaoztC1M0w/s1600-h/PC091543.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173334955621406914" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R8tgu43s2MI/AAAAAAAAAik/1DaoztC1M0w/s200/PC091543.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Casi a punto de volar para Mexico nuestras amigas Cynthia Wooley Y Janice Heart nos invitaron a un espectaculo unico tradicional de la epoca decembrina aqui el Albuquerque: &lt;a href="http://www.cabq.gov/biopark/garden/educationlights.html"&gt;“El Rio de las Luces”&lt;/a&gt;. Ya que nos dijeron que esto era en el jardin botanico pense que seria una iluminación a lo largo de un rio o de la laguna que hay ahí…..pues casi era asi pero la verdad no esperabamos ver TODO el parque cubierto por diferentes figuras de luces: entre coches, animales, plantas, y flores y personajes navideños, muchisimas con movimiento, incluyendo una seccion en donde pequenos trenes cargando luminarias pasaban por un pueblito, rodeados de mucha gente que tambien admiraba las decoraciones , pasamos mas de un par de horas alimentando el espiritu, terminamos nuestra jornada con una grata cena en un restaurante llamado “Flying Star” , cuyos postres son exquisitos. Era 9 de Diciembre y contando…ibamos a regresar a Xalapa para acompañar a mis papas en una importante celebración….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R8tgtY3s2LI/AAAAAAAAAic/rlosnz872mA/s1600-h/PC091533.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173334929851603122" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="Cynthia &amp;amp; Janice" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R8tgtY3s2LI/AAAAAAAAAic/rlosnz872mA/s200/PC091533.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R8tgvo3s2NI/AAAAAAAAAis/rBuNnM9_NZU/s1600-h/PC091549.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173334968506308818" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R8tgvo3s2NI/AAAAAAAAAis/rBuNnM9_NZU/s200/PC091549.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R8tiZ43s2OI/AAAAAAAAAi0/2btUqA8WyyA/s1600-h/PC091557.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173336793867409634" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R8tiZ43s2OI/AAAAAAAAAi0/2btUqA8WyyA/s200/PC091557.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R8tibI3s2PI/AAAAAAAAAi8/RH4qRNiKkIM/s1600-h/PC091554.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173336815342246130" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R8tibI3s2PI/AAAAAAAAAi8/RH4qRNiKkIM/s200/PC091554.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With our feet almost on the plane to fly back to Mexico Only for the break, our friends Cynthia Wooley and Janice Hart invited us to see a unique show which is also traditional during the Christmas Season here in Albuquerque: “The river of Lights”. Since they told us that this was a display in the Botanical garden, I thought it was going to be something like lights all along a river or the lake there… well I was close but not so close we really didn’t expect to see ALL that section of the park covered by different figures made of lights : among cars, animals, plants and flowers and of course Christmas characters , a lot of them with movement, including a section where 3 small trains carrying luminarias crossed a small town. Surrounded by a lot of people who had attended to see this great display , we spent more than a couple of ours “feeding our souls” . we ended our adventure that night at a nice restaurant called “flying star” which desserts are jus DELICIOUS. It was December 9th and we were about to go back to Xalapa to accompany my parents in an important celebration….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R8tibo3s2QI/AAAAAAAAAjE/p7exiHss6c0/s1600-h/PC091575.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173336823932180738" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R8tibo3s2QI/AAAAAAAAAjE/p7exiHss6c0/s200/PC091575.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R8tk543s2RI/AAAAAAAAAjM/FqXCOS5u-EM/s1600-h/PC091572.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173339542646479122" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R8tk543s2RI/AAAAAAAAAjM/FqXCOS5u-EM/s200/PC091572.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R8tk643s2SI/AAAAAAAAAjU/WNPrU38c40o/s1600-h/PC091585.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173339559826348322" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R8tk643s2SI/AAAAAAAAAjU/WNPrU38c40o/s200/PC091585.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R8tk7Y3s2TI/AAAAAAAAAjc/GyZB4MvFH1Y/s1600-h/PC091604.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173339568416282930" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R8tk7Y3s2TI/AAAAAAAAAjc/GyZB4MvFH1Y/s200/PC091604.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/850065483982467314-5822091502215445304?l=isabelabq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isabelabq.blogspot.com/feeds/5822091502215445304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=850065483982467314&amp;postID=5822091502215445304' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/850065483982467314/posts/default/5822091502215445304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/850065483982467314/posts/default/5822091502215445304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isabelabq.blogspot.com/2008/03/river-of-lights-casi-punto-de-volar.html' title=''/><author><name>ISABEL IN ABQ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03193624103179588196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R8tgu43s2MI/AAAAAAAAAik/1DaoztC1M0w/s72-c/PC091543.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-850065483982467314.post-2901757922353867666</id><published>2008-03-01T13:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-01T14:14:53.358-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R8nUYY3s2HI/AAAAAAAAAh8/q2LrmYLZWSw/s1600-h/PC071514.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172899162469750898" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R8nUYY3s2HI/AAAAAAAAAh8/q2LrmYLZWSw/s200/PC071514.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;LUMINARIAS EN OLDTOWN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya se que suena raro estar hablando de Diciembre cuando ya estamos en Marzo, pero no he podido ponerme al corriente… asi que bueno.. aqui esta algo sobre lo que Hicimos en 7 de Diciembre.&lt;br /&gt;SI!! Temia no poder ver una de las tradiciones navideñas aqui el Albuquerque… las luminarias. Una vez mas, gracias a nuestra amiga Cynthia Wooley pudimos verlas .&lt;br /&gt;Pero que es una luminaria? Es una bolsa de papel con arena en el fondo a la que se le pone una veladora encendida. Las luminarias se colocan en techos, escalones, caminitos y se ven muy bonitas cuando obscurese. En old town hubo un paseo de las luminarias , ademas pudimos apreciar musica en el kiosko y un arbol gigantesco de navidad que se encendio ante la mirada de todos los asitentes, marcando asi el inicio de la epoca&lt;br /&gt;Ese dia el autobús era gratuito.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R8nUWY3s2FI/AAAAAAAAAhs/zVJGRJDFRBw/s1600-h/PC071507.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172899128110012498" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R8nUWY3s2FI/AAAAAAAAAhs/zVJGRJDFRBw/s200/PC071507.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R8nUXI3s2GI/AAAAAAAAAh0/9He-wZQHD6E/s1600-h/PC071513.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172899140994914402" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R8nUXI3s2GI/AAAAAAAAAh0/9He-wZQHD6E/s200/PC071513.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para quienes somos del estado de Veracruz, las luminarias les parecera algo familiar pues en Tuxpan cuando se celebra &lt;a href="http://portal.veracruz.gob.mx/portal/page?_pageid=313,4006421&amp;amp;_dad=portal&amp;amp;_schema=PORTAL"&gt;el niño perdido&lt;/a&gt;, las ventanas de las casa son alumbradas por veladoras… y los niños salen a las calles con carritos hechos por ellos que tambien tienen veladoras encendidas como recordatorio de cuando jesus siendo nino se les perdio a sus padres … precisamente el 7 de diciembre!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R8nUZI3s2II/AAAAAAAAAiE/nCW38IFfog0/s1600-h/PC071518.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172899175354652802" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R8nUZI3s2II/AAAAAAAAAiE/nCW38IFfog0/s200/PC071518.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;!I kwnow it seems crazy to be talking about December now that march has started, but I can’t catch up …so now here is an entry from December 7th&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes!!! I was afraid we were not going to able to see one of the traditions in Albuquerque: the luminarias, once again, thanks to Cynthia we were able to see them. But what is a luminaria?: theyare bags of paper which buttom is filled with sand and then a lit candle is placed. The luminarias are placed on ceilings, stairs, paths, and it really looks nice when it is dark! There were some singing in the kiosk and a big Christmas tree was lit. thtd ay the rapid ride was free.&lt;br /&gt;For those who are from Veracruz state , the luminarias will sound something familiar since in the city of Tuxpam, thw windous of many houses are lit with candles … and the children go out to the streets pulling cars made by them and also carrying lit candles on them this serves as a remembrance of when Jesus got lost as a child…. This is commemorated on Decemebr 7th … the day when we were in Old Town!&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R8nVDI3s2JI/AAAAAAAAAiM/lgJI89H5D8I/s1600-h/tn%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172899896909158546" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R8nVDI3s2JI/AAAAAAAAAiM/lgJI89H5D8I/s200/tn%5B4%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R8nVDI3s2KI/AAAAAAAAAiU/ff6FflahoGY/s1600-h/tn%5B6%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172899896909158562" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R8nVDI3s2KI/AAAAAAAAAiU/ff6FflahoGY/s200/tn%5B6%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/850065483982467314-2901757922353867666?l=isabelabq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isabelabq.blogspot.com/feeds/2901757922353867666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=850065483982467314&amp;postID=2901757922353867666' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/850065483982467314/posts/default/2901757922353867666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/850065483982467314/posts/default/2901757922353867666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isabelabq.blogspot.com/2008/03/luminarias-en-oldtown-ya-se-que-suena.html' title=''/><author><name>ISABEL IN ABQ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03193624103179588196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R8nUYY3s2HI/AAAAAAAAAh8/q2LrmYLZWSw/s72-c/PC071514.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-850065483982467314.post-5122794334189465197</id><published>2008-03-01T13:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-01T13:29:57.313-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Christmas is coming!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El 2 de Diciembre Cynthia nos invito a la fiesta de una amiga… esta fiesta resulto ser muy particular ya que era para decorar el arbol de navidad. Bien pues la sorpresa fue que cuando llegamos ya habia gente convibiendo y disfrutando de 3 si 3 arboles de navidad ya decorados… me encanto el techo de la casa con esas enormes vigas.&lt;br /&gt;En las oficinas de la escuela tambien empezarosn a poner adornos de navidad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R8nJ843s2AI/AAAAAAAAAhE/JVTKfCXfXD8/s1600-h/PC021473.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172887694907070466" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R8nJ843s2AI/AAAAAAAAAhE/JVTKfCXfXD8/s200/PC021473.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R8nJ9o3s2BI/AAAAAAAAAhM/8xYjyKNtEx8/s1600-h/PC021479.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172887707791972370" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R8nJ9o3s2BI/AAAAAAAAAhM/8xYjyKNtEx8/s200/PC021479.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R8nJ-I3s2CI/AAAAAAAAAhU/GsUa9Ty4lZ4/s1600-h/PC021480.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172887716381906978" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R8nJ-I3s2CI/AAAAAAAAAhU/GsUa9Ty4lZ4/s200/PC021480.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On December 2nd Again Cynthia invited us to a friend’s party…. This party was very special because it was for decorating a Christmas three. Well I was surprised that when we arrived there were already many people eating, talking and enjoying the 3 yes 3 Christmas trees already decorated. I loved the ceiling of the house with those big wooden logs.&lt;br /&gt;Also, in the office of the school they were starting to put up some Christmas decorations. I feel nostalgic since Christmas for me is a time to be with the family… something I will be able to do soon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R8nKpY3s2DI/AAAAAAAAAhc/VJrL-pTIyyw/s1600-h/PC041485.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R8nKpY3s2DI/AAAAAAAAAhc/VJrL-pTIyyw/s200/PC041485.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172888459411249202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R8nKp43s2EI/AAAAAAAAAhk/pVgMcCrDEXU/s1600-h/PC041487.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R8nKp43s2EI/AAAAAAAAAhk/pVgMcCrDEXU/s200/PC041487.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172888468001183810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/850065483982467314-5122794334189465197?l=isabelabq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isabelabq.blogspot.com/feeds/5122794334189465197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=850065483982467314&amp;postID=5122794334189465197' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/850065483982467314/posts/default/5122794334189465197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/850065483982467314/posts/default/5122794334189465197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isabelabq.blogspot.com/2008/03/christmas-is-coming-el-2-de-diciembre.html' title=''/><author><name>ISABEL IN ABQ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03193624103179588196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R8nJ843s2AI/AAAAAAAAAhE/JVTKfCXfXD8/s72-c/PC021473.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-850065483982467314.post-3507507163113452870</id><published>2008-02-24T14:12:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-24T14:55:06.412-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;Chiles en Nogada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R8Hs0UdNbwI/AAAAAAAAAf0/ILD_jG2bF80/s1600-h/PB301450.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170674230786617090" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="el relleno" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R8Hs0UdNbwI/AAAAAAAAAf0/ILD_jG2bF80/s200/PB301450.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El 30 y 31 de Noviembre nuestra amiga Cynthia Wooley aprendio a hacer los famosos Chiles en Nogada… un platillo que solo se prepara durante los meses de agosto y septiembre y que fue creado en puebla y contiene los colores de la bandera conmemorando un evento historico en la vida de Mexico. que coincidencia que hoy 24 de febrero sea cuando celebramos el dia de la bandera y este yo escribiendo sobre los chiles en Nogada. pues bien Cynthia aprendio desde escoger el chile, asarlo, pelarlo, picar y preparar los ingredientes (por cierto… podrian creer que una sola granada costaba casi 3 dolares? Tanto frutas como vegetales son mas caras aqui)… la primera parte la hicimos en nuestro departamento y la segunda en la casa de Cynthia en donde nos dispusimos a saborear los chiles…y a celebrar el cumpleaños de Cesar que fue el 29… Cynthia le tenia reservada una sorpresa un pastel de Zanahoria y algunos regalos. En esa ocasión Cynthia invito a una pareja de mexicanos conocidos suyos y pasamos una gran velada, acompañados por margaritas.&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R8Hs0kdNbxI/AAAAAAAAAf8/B_iSsGmqT58/s1600-h/PB301451.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170674235081584402" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="Cynthia writing the recipe" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R8Hs0kdNbxI/AAAAAAAAAf8/B_iSsGmqT58/s200/PB301451.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R8Hs10dNbyI/AAAAAAAAAgE/bI-481c-8zw/s1600-h/PB301452.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170674256556420898" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="filling the chiles" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R8Hs10dNbyI/AAAAAAAAAgE/bI-481c-8zw/s200/PB301452.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ese mismo día y antes de capear los chiles pasamos a la casa de Alan, para recoger algunas cosas que se necesitaban y Alan nos mostro su invernadero, con muchos cactus que el mismo cultiva. Cynthia nos dijo que debemos regresar para la primavera que es cuando los cactus florecen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R8HuNUdNbzI/AAAAAAAAAgM/v1vnupbhnO8/s1600-h/PC011464.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170675759794974514" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R8HuNUdNbzI/AAAAAAAAAgM/v1vnupbhnO8/s200/PC011464.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R8HuOEdNb0I/AAAAAAAAAgU/SkP399pHNqs/s1600-h/PC011468.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170675772679876418" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="frying the chile" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R8HuOEdNb0I/AAAAAAAAAgU/SkP399pHNqs/s200/PC011468.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R8HuOkdNb1I/AAAAAAAAAgc/ZvsYsmrrWXk/s1600-h/PC011466.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170675781269811026" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="Alan showing the final piece of art" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R8HuOkdNb1I/AAAAAAAAAgc/ZvsYsmrrWXk/s200/PC011466.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Nov 30 and 31st our frien Cynthia Wooley learned how to make the famous &lt;a href="http://wemusteat.blogspot.com/2006/09/chiles-en-nogada.html"&gt;“Chiles en Nogada” …&lt;/a&gt; a mexican delicasy only prepared during the moths of August and September and created in the state of &lt;a href="http://www.mexonline.com/puebla/puebla-history.htm"&gt;Puebla&lt;/a&gt; to conmemorate a historycal event in Mexico... What a coincidence that today, February 24th is the mexican flags day and I am writing about the chilis which contain (on purpose0 the 3 colors of the mexican flag.&lt;br /&gt;Well Cynthia learned since how to pick the correct chilli, roast it, peel it, chop and prepare the ingredients ( by the way… would you believe that a pomme granate costs about 3 dollars? , fruits and vegetables are expensive here)… the first part of this delicious dish was made in our apartment while the second part was made in Cynthia’s home where we tasted the chillis… and to celebrate Cesar’s birthday that was on the 29th… Cynthia had a surprise for him: a carrot cake and some presents. This time Cynthia invited a couple from Mexico that are her friends and we spent a great afternoon accompanied by margaritas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That same day and before frying the Chillis we went to Alan’s house to pick some utencils we needed for the Chillis and Alan showed us his nursery where he grows cactuses… Cynthia said we need to come back in spring to see them blooming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R8H08EdNb2I/AAAAAAAAAgk/Gu5g6bgYLoo/s1600-h/PC011459.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170683160023625570" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="from Alan's garden" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R8H08EdNb2I/AAAAAAAAAgk/Gu5g6bgYLoo/s200/PC011459.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R8H080dNb3I/AAAAAAAAAgs/8Ujn5eaxr6o/s1600-h/PC011461.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170683172908527474" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R8H080dNb3I/AAAAAAAAAgs/8Ujn5eaxr6o/s200/PC011461.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R8H09UdNb4I/AAAAAAAAAg0/7StT4Ihlmqg/s1600-h/PC011471.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170683181498462082" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="Cesar's birthday cake" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R8H09UdNb4I/AAAAAAAAAg0/7StT4Ihlmqg/s200/PC011471.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R8H0-EdNb5I/AAAAAAAAAg8/iUotGwt4w78/s1600-h/PC011469.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170683194383363986" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R8H0-EdNb5I/AAAAAAAAAg8/iUotGwt4w78/s200/PC011469.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/850065483982467314-3507507163113452870?l=isabelabq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isabelabq.blogspot.com/feeds/3507507163113452870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=850065483982467314&amp;postID=3507507163113452870' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/850065483982467314/posts/default/3507507163113452870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/850065483982467314/posts/default/3507507163113452870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isabelabq.blogspot.com/2008/02/chiles-en-nogada-el-30-y-31-de.html' title=''/><author><name>ISABEL IN ABQ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03193624103179588196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R8Hs0UdNbwI/AAAAAAAAAf0/ILD_jG2bF80/s72-c/PB301450.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-850065483982467314.post-8799220544249020413</id><published>2008-02-17T19:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-17T19:26:11.691-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;DIA DE ACCION DE GRACIAS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El 22 de Noviembre Cesar y yo tuvimos la suerte de vivir una de las festividades mas norte americanas : el Dia de Accion de Gracias…. Pudimos vivir esta tradicion dos veces ya que primero Pat y Robert White nos invitaron a su casa a comer y para la cena, la maestra Judy Brown nos invito a su casa, en donde habia invitado a varios de sus amigos … entre ellos a Janice, quien nos invito y dio el aventon. Asi que pudimos disfrutar del pavo y su relleno, el camote , las ensaladas , vinos y por supuesto el arandano…de regreso de la cena disfrutamos de la primera nevada.&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R7j3OkdNbqI/AAAAAAAAAfE/smQruiABJRs/s1600-h/PB221430.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168152402084064930" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="At Pat's &amp;amp; Robert's" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R7j3OkdNbqI/AAAAAAAAAfE/smQruiABJRs/s200/PB221430.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R7j3PUdNbrI/AAAAAAAAAfM/gXik1LCxTJM/s1600-h/PB221431.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168152414968966834" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R7j3PUdNbrI/AAAAAAAAAfM/gXik1LCxTJM/s200/PB221431.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Algo Nuevo que aprendi fue sobre el llamado &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Black_Friday_(shopping)"&gt;“viernes negro” &lt;/a&gt;que es el dia siguiente al dia de gracias en donde muchas tiendas ofrecen ofertas y la gente empieza a hacer cola desde muy temprano por la mañana.&lt;br /&gt;El dia 24 Peggy Garcia-marquez y su esposo Leroy nos invitaron al ultimo juego de la estacion del equipo de la Universidad de Nuevo Mexico los lobos . primero, nos reunimos con algunos de sus amigos en el estacionamiento … en donde varias familias estaban haciendo su “&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tailgate_party"&gt;tail gate party&lt;/a&gt;”… despues de eso vimos un buen partido aunque cuando se oculto el sol ya nos estabamos congelando!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On November 22nd Cesar and were very lucky to experience one of the American traditional celebrations: Thanks Giving day… we could actually “live” this tradition twice since first, Pat and Robert White invited us for to their home at 2 and for dinner we went to Judy Brown’s house where she had invited some friends … Janice among them who had invited us and took us there . So we enjoyed turkey, sweet potato, salads, wine and of course cranberry… on our way back from dinner we enjoyed our first snow.&lt;br /&gt;Something new that I also learned was the term “black Friday” given to the next day of Thanks Giving and it is when stores offer sales and people go there before they open , very early in the morning.&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R7j5QkdNbtI/AAAAAAAAAfc/fYO25YEm-wI/s1600-h/PB241433.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168154635467058898" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="outside the satdium" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R7j5QkdNbtI/AAAAAAAAAfc/fYO25YEm-wI/s200/PB241433.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R7j5RkdNbuI/AAAAAAAAAfk/RieHeSo0bjM/s1600-h/PB241438.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168154652646928098" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="Los lobos entering the field" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R7j5RkdNbuI/AAAAAAAAAfk/RieHeSo0bjM/s200/PB241438.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R7j5R0dNbvI/AAAAAAAAAfs/hvV5-U2xOfI/s1600-h/PB241445.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168154656941895410" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="the game" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R7j5R0dNbvI/AAAAAAAAAfs/hvV5-U2xOfI/s200/PB241445.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the 24th, Peggy Garcia Marquez and her husband Leroy invited us to the last football game of the Season of Los lobos , the University of New Mexico team. First we met with some of their friends in the parking lot….where many families were in their traditional “tail gate party” …. After that we saw a good game although we were very cold when it began to get dark!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/850065483982467314-8799220544249020413?l=isabelabq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isabelabq.blogspot.com/feeds/8799220544249020413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=850065483982467314&amp;postID=8799220544249020413' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/850065483982467314/posts/default/8799220544249020413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/850065483982467314/posts/default/8799220544249020413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isabelabq.blogspot.com/2008/02/dia-de-accion-de-gracias-el-22-de.html' title=''/><author><name>ISABEL IN ABQ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03193624103179588196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R7j3OkdNbqI/AAAAAAAAAfE/smQruiABJRs/s72-c/PB221430.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-850065483982467314.post-7696826847020454164</id><published>2008-02-15T19:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-15T20:32:21.368-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R7ZfvEdNbiI/AAAAAAAAAeE/R2nGjjpe3F0/s1600-h/IMG_0127%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167422884708970018" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="With the president of CNM" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R7ZfvEdNbiI/AAAAAAAAAeE/R2nGjjpe3F0/s200/IMG_0127%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;RECEPCION EN CNM:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El departamento organizó una recepción de bienvenida para nosotros el 20 de noviembre en la sala de juntas … en cierta manera resulto muy simbolico pues el 20 de Noviembre celebramos un aniversario mas de la revolucion mexicana… Janice Hart estuvo muy activa organizandola enviando invitaciones y ordenando lo necesario para la recepcion (incluyendo un enorme y delicioso pastel de chocolate con la leyenda”welcome”. Por mi parte prepare algun material para que los maestros lo leyeran : informacion sobre el centro de idiomas, el Centro de Autoacceso , el examen de certificacion de Ingles de la Universidad Veracruzana (EXAVER) , sobre los examenes estandarizados de Modelo Educativo Integral Flexible (MEIF) tanto escritos como orales , sobre nuestro curso de lectura en Ingles, sobre la Escuela de Estudiantes Extranjeros sobre algunos de los lugares que puede ver cualquier visitante estando en xalapa… la mayoria de los cuales mi compañera de intercambio, Nancy King ya ha visitado.ah… tambien fotocopie informacion sobre el programa de intercambio de Fulbright. El material lo acompañe por una presentacion en Captacia sobre mi ciudad Xalapa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R7ZfvUdNbjI/AAAAAAAAAeM/LGeO0sYtqXw/s1600-h/IMG_0128%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167422889003937330" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="with Judy" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R7ZfvUdNbjI/AAAAAAAAAeM/LGeO0sYtqXw/s200/IMG_0128%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R7ZfvkdNbkI/AAAAAAAAAeU/npBg0CWK5gc/s1600-h/IMG_0132%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167422893298904642" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="Kristina and Linda" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R7ZfvkdNbkI/AAAAAAAAAeU/npBg0CWK5gc/s200/IMG_0132%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R7Zfv0dNblI/AAAAAAAAAec/yezfendyx_Q/s1600-h/IMG_0139%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167422897593871954" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="cesar with Judy and Linda" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R7Zfv0dNblI/AAAAAAAAAec/yezfendyx_Q/s200/IMG_0139%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;Varios maestros y autoridades estuvieron presentes entre ellos: la rectora Dr. Katharine W. Winograd, Gerry Mc Broom Chair, Lis, Penny, Kristina, Pat, Judy, Randy, Roy, Robert, Linda, Cynthia and of course Janice!&lt;br /&gt;Ese mismo dia sacaron un articulo sobre mi en CNM EXPRESS, el periodico mensual de los academicos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The department organized a welcome reception for us on November 20th in the conference room room…it was pretty symbolic in a certain way since it was the anniversary of the Mexican revolution. … Janice Hart was very active organizing it by sending some invitations and ordering the necessary things for the reception (including and enormous and delicious chocolate cake with the word “welcome” on it!) . As to me, I was also busy preparing some material for that day so that the people attending would be able to know a little bit more about my university: I prepared material about the Language Center, about our Self Access Center, about the Exam of my university (Universidad Veracruzana) that certifies English (EXAVER) , about the standardized exams for the Educative Integral Flexible Model (MEIF) written and oral , about our reading course, the School for Foreign Students and about some places that any visitor can see in Xalapa… Most of which my exchange partner Nancy King has been able to see.. and I also photocopied some information about the Fulbright exchange program. The material was accompanied a camptacia presentation about Xalapa&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R7ZhcUdNbmI/AAAAAAAAAek/5EQtMDO-cHI/s1600-h/IMG_0138%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167424761609678434" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="Guerry, Lis &amp;amp; Randy" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R7ZhcUdNbmI/AAAAAAAAAek/5EQtMDO-cHI/s200/IMG_0138%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R7ZhckdNbnI/AAAAAAAAAes/kkV0I4ZtS74/s1600-h/IMG_0137%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167424765904645746" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="janice, Pat,Linda &amp;amp; Judy" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R7ZhckdNbnI/AAAAAAAAAes/kkV0I4ZtS74/s200/IMG_0137%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R7ZhdEdNboI/AAAAAAAAAe0/3cJeqPBBfLU/s1600-h/PB201424.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167424774494580354" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="Roy helping with the presentation" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R7ZhdEdNboI/AAAAAAAAAe0/3cJeqPBBfLU/s200/PB201424.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R7ZhdUdNbpI/AAAAAAAAAe8/HU3gXGnWvf0/s1600-h/PB201427.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167424778789547666" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="staff looking at the materials" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R7ZhdUdNbpI/AAAAAAAAAe8/HU3gXGnWvf0/s200/PB201427.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Some teachers and chairs were present there, among them:its president Dr. Katharine W. Winograd , the chair Gerry Mcbroom, Lis, Penny, Kristina, Pat, Judy, Randy, Roy, Robert, Linda, Cynthia and of course Janice!&lt;br /&gt;On the same day, they published an article about me on the CNM Express the monthly newspaper for the academics.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/850065483982467314-7696826847020454164?l=isabelabq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isabelabq.blogspot.com/feeds/7696826847020454164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=850065483982467314&amp;postID=7696826847020454164' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/850065483982467314/posts/default/7696826847020454164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/850065483982467314/posts/default/7696826847020454164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isabelabq.blogspot.com/2008/02/recepcion-en-cnm-el-departamento.html' title=''/><author><name>ISABEL IN ABQ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03193624103179588196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R7ZfvEdNbiI/AAAAAAAAAeE/R2nGjjpe3F0/s72-c/IMG_0127%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-850065483982467314.post-190549557977167702</id><published>2008-02-11T18:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-11T18:52:55.320-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THE SKY CITY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R7D_eEdNbVI/AAAAAAAAAcc/uTI2aJ-xR7w/s1600-h/PB181408.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165909664651373906" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R7D_eEdNbVI/AAAAAAAAAcc/uTI2aJ-xR7w/s200/PB181408.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R7D_dkdNbUI/AAAAAAAAAcU/KykyYyLmuoE/s1600-h/PB181404.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165909656061439298" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R7D_dkdNbUI/AAAAAAAAAcU/KykyYyLmuoE/s200/PB181404.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El 18 de Noviembre viajamos con nuestra amiga Cynthia Wooley a una ciudad llamada &lt;a href="http://www.rozylowicz.com/retirement/acoma/acoma.html"&gt;ACOMA &lt;/a&gt;(monumento nacional de los EEUU) que esta situada en una meseta elevada a casi 4oo pies , este pueblo se encuentra a aproximadamente 7000 pies sobre el nivel del mar y es el mas antiguo en EEUU que ha estado habitado continuamente . en 1540, Francisco Vasquez de Coronado fue el primer hombre blanco que llego a la llamada “ciudad del cielo” empezando por el nombre y la forma de vida en el pueblo, Acoma mantiene cierto misticismo hasta nuestros dias… algunos lugares no se pueden fotografiar por considerarse sagrados, ( como el Cementerio y la mision, construida a inicios del siglo XVII) no se pueden tomar fotos de sus habitantes o sus obras si no es con su permiso (por cierto, ademas de la entrada se debe pagar una cuota por usar camara); pero pudimos conocer mucho sobre este pueblo ya que en el Centro Cultural organizan tours guiados para quienes quieran visitar este maravilloso lugar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R7ECD0dNbXI/AAAAAAAAAcs/NZ8QB8y96oY/s1600-h/PB181371.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165912512214691186" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R7ECD0dNbXI/AAAAAAAAAcs/NZ8QB8y96oY/s200/PB181371.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R7ECEUdNbYI/AAAAAAAAAc0/Cz1tZtnKLzQ/s1600-h/PB181352.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165912520804625794" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R7ECEUdNbYI/AAAAAAAAAc0/Cz1tZtnKLzQ/s200/PB181352.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R7ECEkdNbZI/AAAAAAAAAc8/gZlFewrrIYs/s1600-h/PB181384.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165912525099593106" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R7ECEkdNbZI/AAAAAAAAAc8/gZlFewrrIYs/s200/PB181384.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sus trabajos de alfareria alcanzan precios estratosfericos pero cuando uno observa esos trabajos de cerca, la precision y los disenos totalmente a mano uno se da cuenta de cuanto tiempo(semanas) les lleva terminar una sola pieza. dentro del pueblo habia grandes contrastes: por un lado, lo austero de las casas y por otro las camionetas ultimo modelo que vimos estacionadas… me pregunto si eso tiene algo que ver con que los casinos pertenecen a los indios y en cierta forma se les esta retribuyendo lo que en algun tiempo se les quito&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R7D_ekdNbWI/AAAAAAAAAck/WtnQh0s8Hnk/s1600-h/PB181403.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165909673241308514" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R7D_ekdNbWI/AAAAAAAAAck/WtnQh0s8Hnk/s200/PB181403.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;En este pueblo no hay agua corriente y En la antiguedad, la entrada de las casas era por el techo Por eso todavia se pueden ver grandes escaleras recargadas en algunas de las casas, las puertas a nivel del piso fueron introducidas por los españoles quienes como todo conquistador, llegaron a imponer muchas de sus costumbres no sin la Resistencia de lo. indios que ahi habitaban.&lt;br /&gt;Otro dato interesante es el que las mujeres dentro de esta sociedad son las que heredan las propiedades de la familia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On November 18th we traveled with our friend Cynthia Wooley to a city called ACOMA .This town is located on a 400 feet elevated plateau and about 7000 feet above sea level and is the oldest continuous inhabited town in the USA. In 1540, the Spanish Francisco Vasquez de Coronado was the first white man to get to the so called “Sky city” . Starting with the name and the way of life of its people, Acoma has certain mysticism until nowadays … some of the places there can not be photographed because they are considered sacred, ( like the cemetery and the interior of the old mission built in the early 17th century )you cannot take pictures of its people or their works without their permission ( by the way, besides de entrance, you need to pay for a special permit if you plan to take pictures) , but we could know more about this town Since the Cultural Center organizes guided tours for those wanting to see this marvelous place..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R7EDHEdNbaI/AAAAAAAAAdE/MBmtXLMp6uk/s1600-h/4YJORXCA0ZEGQNCAXT4HJ3CATE3ET0CAUSD74HCA20JQ1XCANM1TL9CARC8UFACA2LLAAVCA8A7B2FCALV2G2TCAK2Y8ZPCACJXHG1CANZXPOGCAN64T69CA6XZ8DECA0Q43N1CA1KP2TVCAFSCO36.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165913667560893858" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R7EDHEdNbaI/AAAAAAAAAdE/MBmtXLMp6uk/s200/4YJORXCA0ZEGQNCAXT4HJ3CATE3ET0CAUSD74HCA20JQ1XCANM1TL9CARC8UFACA2LLAAVCA8A7B2FCALV2G2TCAK2Y8ZPCACJXHG1CANZXPOGCAN64T69CA6XZ8DECA0Q43N1CA1KP2TVCAFSCO36.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R7EDHUdNbbI/AAAAAAAAAdM/GUmMrsL_nZk/s1600-h/d6-acomapots-s%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165913671855861170" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R7EDHUdNbbI/AAAAAAAAAdM/GUmMrsL_nZk/s200/d6-acomapots-s%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R7EDHkdNbcI/AAAAAAAAAdU/ngxqY7ygAmc/s1600-h/FJHI9RCAG7R553CADG6KTTCACORO0SCA3U7CMXCA331OA2CACZRFCLCAGDUZ33CAP5GMB4CA0S2IGLCAE5JLQJCAMMUR1ICAO2EH1LCAG44AK8CARTU640CA99BS6ECAX0YN12CAKI81YUCAPBU4WV.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165913676150828482" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R7EDHkdNbcI/AAAAAAAAAdU/ngxqY7ygAmc/s200/FJHI9RCAG7R553CADG6KTTCACORO0SCA3U7CMXCA331OA2CACZRFCLCAGDUZ33CAP5GMB4CA0S2IGLCAE5JLQJCAMMUR1ICAO2EH1LCAG44AK8CARTU640CA99BS6ECAX0YN12CAKI81YUCAPBU4WV.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R7EGykdNbdI/AAAAAAAAAdc/4hsv4YEoGuk/s1600-h/QEX6H6CA7BBYFQCA2IZUB6CA0TTTV4CAZNCBWFCA6CHCVICATXD9OACADEBCH9CALJBPANCAMX10G1CAMYN26HCA9TJ0IVCA3AUM19CAL05H4ACA7ZQC2VCAA51SSKCA8D2CP4CA3KYCCQCAYKG65S.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165917713420086738" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R7EGykdNbdI/AAAAAAAAAdc/4hsv4YEoGuk/s200/QEX6H6CA7BBYFQCA2IZUB6CA0TTTV4CAZNCBWFCA6CHCVICATXD9OACADEBCH9CALJBPANCAMX10G1CAMYN26HCA9TJ0IVCA3AUM19CAL05H4ACA7ZQC2VCAA51SSKCA8D2CP4CA3KYCCQCAYKG65S.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of their clay works are very expensive but when you take a close look to these works, their precision and design you realize how much time (weeks) only one piece may take. There were some contrasts in the town: on one side austerity of their homes and way of life were as on the other side, brand new pick ups parked nearby … I wonder if that has to do with the casinos belonging to the Indians retributing in a certain way what was taken from them in the past times.&lt;br /&gt;The town does not have any running water and in the old times , the entrance of the houses was through the ceiling that’s why you could see some big ladders on the sides of some of the houses. The doors on ground level were introduced by the Spanish conquerors who upon arrival they imposed many customs not without the Indians resistance.&lt;br /&gt;Other interesting piece of information is that women here are the ones that inherit the land of their ancestors. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R7EHvEdNbeI/AAAAAAAAAdk/HnA0lKBZ_uk/s1600-h/PB181358.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165918752802172386" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R7EHvEdNbeI/AAAAAAAAAdk/HnA0lKBZ_uk/s200/PB181358.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R7EHvkdNbfI/AAAAAAAAAds/Qdpy4oV3RqU/s1600-h/PB181361.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165918761392106994" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R7EHvkdNbfI/AAAAAAAAAds/Qdpy4oV3RqU/s200/PB181361.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R7EHv0dNbgI/AAAAAAAAAd0/Mhkf-v1PO3Y/s1600-h/PB181375.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165918765687074306" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R7EHv0dNbgI/AAAAAAAAAd0/Mhkf-v1PO3Y/s200/PB181375.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R7EHwEdNbhI/AAAAAAAAAd8/7Z-R_SXa-rM/s1600-h/PB181380.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165918769982041618" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R7EHwEdNbhI/AAAAAAAAAd8/7Z-R_SXa-rM/s200/PB181380.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/850065483982467314-190549557977167702?l=isabelabq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isabelabq.blogspot.com/feeds/190549557977167702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=850065483982467314&amp;postID=190549557977167702' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/850065483982467314/posts/default/190549557977167702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/850065483982467314/posts/default/190549557977167702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isabelabq.blogspot.com/2008/02/sky-city-el-18-de-noviembre-viajamos.html' title=''/><author><name>ISABEL IN ABQ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03193624103179588196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R7D_eEdNbVI/AAAAAAAAAcc/uTI2aJ-xR7w/s72-c/PB181408.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-850065483982467314.post-6077242642326061389</id><published>2008-02-04T19:23:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-04T19:50:53.649-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;NIEVE EN FEBRERO &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Cuando Sali de CNM el dia de hoy ya estaba nevando, se sentia un poco raro cuando los copos de nieve caian sobre mi cara y casi instantaneamente se derretian por el calor corporal… cuando llegue al departamento despues de caminar 15 minutos , tenia copos de nieve en mis pantalones y chamarra y llegue justo a tiempo ya que empoezo a nevar mas… me encanta ver como cae la nieve! Algo que no veo en Xalapa … el fin de semana cocine tamales con Cynthia y prepare un “torito de cacahuate” bebida tipica de mi estado … le propuse a Cynthia que cocinaramos los tamales ya que era 2 de febrero y ese dia se supone que debes comer tamales para celebrer el dia de “la Candelaria”. Este es un dia importante en &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hl1aVL9kD2U"&gt;Tlacotalpan&lt;/a&gt;, un pequeno poblado cerca del Puerto de Veracruz … se que nancy fue alla el sabado con mi hermana y mi primo y espeo lo haya disfrutado. Por cierto los tamales los cocinamos en una vaporera china que Alan nos presto … los tamales tardaron un poco mas en cocerse pero al final valio la pena la espera! Mmm deliciosos!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R6fXMuAnILI/AAAAAAAAAbM/Iva5ri_iRjU/s1600-h/PB111297.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163332111312560306" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="the tram" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R6fXMuAnILI/AAAAAAAAAbM/Iva5ri_iRjU/s200/PB111297.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R6fXNeAnIMI/AAAAAAAAAbU/aGhMHUVZqVM/s1600-h/PB111304.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163332124197462210" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="up to the mountains" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R6fXNeAnIMI/AAAAAAAAAbU/aGhMHUVZqVM/s200/PB111304.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R6fXOOAnINI/AAAAAAAAAbc/feFwuSMRjBI/s1600-h/PB111305.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163332137082364114" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R6fXOOAnINI/AAAAAAAAAbc/feFwuSMRjBI/s200/PB111305.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero aun tengo que contarles de nuestras actividades previas : el 11 de Noviembre muestra amiga Janice nos llevo a las Montanas Sandia muy importantes en esta area… tambien invito a Bryan, hijo de Judy Brown y quien es una de las maestras que he conocido en CNM . Asi que cuando llegamos tomamos el &lt;a href="http://www.slowmotiondoomsday.com/sandia01.html"&gt;teleferico&lt;/a&gt; hacia la cima! No hacia tanto frio como esperabamos ya que todavia no caia la nieve asi que pudimos caminar por un rato y disfrutar el aroma de los pinos que me hizo recorder la zona montanosa cerca de Xalapa .. fue un paseo muy agradable que termino en el restaurante del lugar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I left CNM today it was snowing, and I had a funny feeling when the snow flakes fell on my face and almost instantly melted because of the warm of my face… when I got to the apartment after walking for about 15 minutes, I had snow flakes stuck on my pants and on my jacket I arrived just in time since it started to snow more… I love seeing how snow falls! Something I don’t see down in Xalapa… over the weekend I cooked some tamales with Cynthia and made a peanut “torito” a typical drink from my state… I proposed the cooking of tamales since you are supposed to eat tamales on February 2nd (Dia de la Candelaria) .. this is a very important day in &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9rd8hnt0lhE&amp;amp;NR=1"&gt;Tlacotalpan&lt;/a&gt;… a small town near Veracruz port… I know that Nancy went there with my sister and my cousin last Saturday I hope she enjoyed. By the way, we used a Chinese steamer that Alan lent us it took longer but in the end they were DELICIOUS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R6fZZ-AnIOI/AAAAAAAAAbk/mR4GMDY8yS8/s1600-h/PB111308.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163334537969082594" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R6fZZ-AnIOI/AAAAAAAAAbk/mR4GMDY8yS8/s200/PB111308.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R6fZauAnIPI/AAAAAAAAAbs/Xuc5vRbRAmo/s1600-h/PB111311.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163334550853984498" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R6fZauAnIPI/AAAAAAAAAbs/Xuc5vRbRAmo/s200/PB111311.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R6fZbOAnIQI/AAAAAAAAAb0/TjkAa5SxoeM/s1600-h/PB111313.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163334559443919106" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R6fZbOAnIQI/AAAAAAAAAb0/TjkAa5SxoeM/s200/PB111313.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I still need to tell you about some previous activities… on November 11th our friend Janice took us to Sandia Mountains… she also invited Bryan , son of Judy Brown who is one of the teachers I have met at CNM. We went to the Sandias to take the the tram so up we went! it was cold but not as I expected and there was not snow yet so we could walk for a while the fresh smell of the pines reminded me of the mountainous area near Xalapa It was a great walk that ended at the restaurant on the sandias&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R6faIeAnIRI/AAAAAAAAAb8/POcPcUokb48/s1600-h/PB111319.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163335336832999698" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R6faIeAnIRI/AAAAAAAAAb8/POcPcUokb48/s200/PB111319.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R6faI-AnISI/AAAAAAAAAcE/BFF8co8OW1Q/s1600-h/PB111320.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163335345422934306" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R6faI-AnISI/AAAAAAAAAcE/BFF8co8OW1Q/s200/PB111320.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R6faJuAnITI/AAAAAAAAAcM/3DNCadvDN-8/s1600-h/PB111321.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163335358307836210" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R6faJuAnITI/AAAAAAAAAcM/3DNCadvDN-8/s200/PB111321.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/850065483982467314-6077242642326061389?l=isabelabq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isabelabq.blogspot.com/feeds/6077242642326061389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=850065483982467314&amp;postID=6077242642326061389' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/850065483982467314/posts/default/6077242642326061389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/850065483982467314/posts/default/6077242642326061389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isabelabq.blogspot.com/2008/02/nieve-en-febrero-cuando-sali-de-cnm-el.html' title=''/><author><name>ISABEL IN ABQ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03193624103179588196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R6fXMuAnILI/AAAAAAAAAbM/Iva5ri_iRjU/s72-c/PB111297.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-850065483982467314.post-4228464839663089245</id><published>2008-02-03T17:46:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-03T17:53:32.310-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R6ZvROAnIHI/AAAAAAAAAas/6QeXHofZTkQ/s1600-h/PB031275.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162936364435972210" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="decorating our skulls" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R6ZvROAnIHI/AAAAAAAAAas/6QeXHofZTkQ/s200/PB031275.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;El 3 de Noviembre Cesar y yo fuimos invitados a la casa de Cynthia Wooley a us fuiesta de Dia de Muertos … ahi decoramos unas Calaveras de azucar, bebimos un delicioso chocolate acompañado por un delicioso pan de muerto y como plato fuerte, mole que preparo Alan, el novio de Cynthia. Tambien escuchamos algfunas canciones que el maestro de canto de Cynthia canto , ella tambien se animo a cantar con el. Cynthia me pidio que leyera este poema de Netzahualcoyotl y ella leyo la traduccion que ella habia hecho en ingles :Yo Nezahualcóyotl lo pregunto:¿Acaso de veras se vive con raíz en la tierra?Nada es para siempre en la tierra:Sólo un poco aquí.Aunque sea de jade se quiebra,Aunque sea de oro se rompe,Aunque sea plumaje de quetzal se desgarra.No para siempre en la tierra:Sólo un poco aquí.&lt;br /&gt;Netzahualcoyotl era un rey que vivio antes de la llegada de los espanoles a mexico y se le recuerda como poeta debido a sus poemas como In chololiztli (el vuelo) , Ma zan moquetzacan (levantate!) ,Nitlacoya (estoy triste) , Xopan cuicatl (Cancionde primavera) , Ye nonocuiltonohua (Soy rico) ,Zan yehuan (solo el), Xon Ahuiyacan (regosijate)&lt;br /&gt;Por cierto, el siguiente poema aparece en letra muy pequeña en el billete mexicano de 100 pesos.&lt;br /&gt;‘ Amo el canto de zenzontle&lt;br /&gt;Pájaro de cuatrocientas voces,&lt;br /&gt;Amo el color del jade&lt;br /&gt;Y el enervante perfume de las flores,&lt;br /&gt;Pero más amo a mi hermano: el hombre&lt;br /&gt;Ese dia estabamos entre amigos fue una gran noche y sentimos como si estuvieramos en una fiesta en Mexico.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R6ZvReAnIII/AAAAAAAAAa0/TvX1LVR-UMc/s1600-h/PB031277.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162936368730939522" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="pan de muerto" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R6ZvReAnIII/AAAAAAAAAa0/TvX1LVR-UMc/s200/PB031277.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R6ZvR-AnIJI/AAAAAAAAAa8/VawhlrSimec/s1600-h/PB031278.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162936377320874130" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="Cynthia y Alan" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R6ZvR-AnIJI/AAAAAAAAAa8/VawhlrSimec/s200/PB031278.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R6ZvSOAnIKI/AAAAAAAAAbE/2oHh56zOI1w/s1600-h/PB031279.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162936381615841442" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="Cynthia's altar" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R6ZvSOAnIKI/AAAAAAAAAbE/2oHh56zOI1w/s200/PB031279.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On November 3rd Cesar and I were invited by Cynthia Wooley to her Dia de Muertos gathering… there we decorated some sugar schools, drank delicious chocolate accompanied by a delicious “pan de Muerto” and as main course Mole that Alan, Cynthia’s boyfriend had prepared. We also heard some songs that Cyntia’s teacher of singing sang accompanied by her . Cynthia asked me to read this poem of Netzahualcoyotl, and she read a translation she had made in English. &lt;a name="Yo_lo_pregunto"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yo Nezahualcóyotl lo pregunto:¿Acaso de veras se vive con raíz en la tierra?Nada es para siempre en la tierra:Sólo un poco aquí.Aunque sea de jade se quiebra,Aunque sea de oro se rompe,Aunque sea plumaje de quetzal se desgarra.No para siempre en la tierra:Sólo un poco aquí.&lt;br /&gt;Netzahualcoyotls was a Nahuatl King that is remembered as a poet because of his poems like In chololiztli (The Flight) , Ma zan moquetzacan (Stand Up!) ,Nitlacoya (I Am Sad) , Xopan cuicatl (Song of Springtime) ,Ye nonocuiltonohua (I Am Wealthy),Zan yehuan (He Alone), Xon Ahuiyacan (Be Joyful)&lt;br /&gt;By the way, the following poem appears in tiny print on the face of the 100 Mexican pesos bill.&lt;br /&gt;I love the song of the &lt;a title="Northern Mockingbird" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Northern_Mockingbird"&gt;mockingbird&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;Bird of four hundred voices,&lt;br /&gt;I love the color of the &lt;a title="Jade" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jade"&gt;jadestone&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the enervating perfume of flowers,&lt;br /&gt;But more than all I love my brother: man.&lt;br /&gt;That day we were among friends and had a great night and felt as if we were in a party back in Mexico &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/850065483982467314-4228464839663089245?l=isabelabq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isabelabq.blogspot.com/feeds/4228464839663089245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=850065483982467314&amp;postID=4228464839663089245' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/850065483982467314/posts/default/4228464839663089245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/850065483982467314/posts/default/4228464839663089245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isabelabq.blogspot.com/2008/02/el-3-de-noviembre-cesar-y-yo-fuimos.html' title=''/><author><name>ISABEL IN ABQ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03193624103179588196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R6ZvROAnIHI/AAAAAAAAAas/6QeXHofZTkQ/s72-c/PB031275.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-850065483982467314.post-7648079544061307702</id><published>2008-01-29T17:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-29T17:54:43.941-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R5_VJuAnIBI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/xlXTadVszLk/s1600-h/IMG_0122%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161078060936011794" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="the chair skeleton" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R5_VJuAnIBI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/xlXTadVszLk/s200/IMG_0122%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R5_UjuAnH-I/AAAAAAAAAZk/R2K380ZZ7LI/s1600-h/PA231227.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161077408100982754" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="a new secretary" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R5_UjuAnH-I/AAAAAAAAAZk/R2K380ZZ7LI/s200/PA231227.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Flor de Cempazuchitl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;El altar en CNM…. Le sugirieron a Janice que lo pusieramos en una de las salas de juntas en el 5o piso para que tanto maestros como alumnos pudieran verlo… los primeros elementos fueron dos Calaveras que compre y vestí con algunas cosas que traje y fueron las primeras en instalarse en las oficinas del quinto piso… Janice estaba muy entusiasmada y mientras ella compraba algunas cosas para el altar, me di a la tarea de investigar un poco para tartar de hacer un altar sencillo pero que contubiera algunos de los elementos mas importantes y que no pueden faltar asi que me decidi a hacerlo de 3 escalones… Janice me llevo a su casa para ver que era lo que podriamos usar… asi que trajimos unos tablones, unos blocks y tambien tome prestadas algunas de sus canastas y platos. La maestra Therese Samuels tambien me presto algunas Cazuelas, jarros y juguetes que pusimos, adem’as se dio a la tarea de buscar flores grandes… ya que Janice y yo habiamos visto flor de muerto en un vivero pero estaban super pequenas y muy muy caras!!! Pero las flores eran necesarias Como si no iban a llegar los muertitos sin tener el aroma de las flores?&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R5_Uk-AnH_I/AAAAAAAAAZs/mwDpTuIkMjA/s1600-h/PA311270.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161077429575819250" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="Janice putting the`altar" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R5_Uk-AnH_I/AAAAAAAAAZs/mwDpTuIkMjA/s200/PA311270.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R5_UleAnIAI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/71-Eucv9siY/s1600-h/PB011271.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161077438165753858" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="the potluck" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R5_UleAnIAI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/71-Eucv9siY/s200/PB011271.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asi que el dia 30 de Noviembre Janice y yo colocamos las cosas en el altar… Janice encontro pan de muerto en una panaderia de un supermercado mexicano y compro chocolate “abuelita” esta vez , mis muertitos no pudieron probar alcohol pues la botella de tequila no se podia poner debido a reglas de la escuela, tampoco pude quemar incienso o encender las velas… pero bueno, por lo menos nos quedo muy bien con los papeles picados que Cynthia me presto mas algunos que me mando mi familia y lo soles que habia yo hecho en el Centro Cultural Hispanico. (claro tambien coloque las Calaveras que Cynthia y yo hicimos ahi!! Tambien puse unas canastitas de papel picado que algunos de los maestros ayudaron a decorar ademas de algunas fotos&lt;br /&gt;Los maestros tenian programada una pequeña reunion el 31 asi que aprovechamos y la hicieron en donde colocamos el altar . Tambien les pude enseñar unas fotos de altares que Greg Luganis me ayudo a preparar para esa ocasion. Me senti muy satisfecha de poder compartir un poquito de una de las celebraciones mexicanas que es ta entre mis favoritas&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R5_VJ-AnICI/AAAAAAAAAaE/_clpdcSpERo/s1600-h/IMG_0124%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161078065230979106" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R5_VJ-AnICI/AAAAAAAAAaE/_clpdcSpERo/s200/IMG_0124%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R5_VKOAnIDI/AAAAAAAAAaM/7dp2R2oQqVM/s1600-h/IMG_0125%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161078069525946418" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R5_VKOAnIDI/AAAAAAAAAaM/7dp2R2oQqVM/s200/IMG_0125%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The altar at CNM…. Janice was told that she should put the altar in one of the meeting rooms on the 5th floor so that teachers and students could see it… The first altar element were two skeletons I bought and dressed with some things I had brought from and they were the first ones to arrive to the office on that floor…. Janice was really enthusiastic about it and while she was buying some things for the altar I researched a little bit to try to make a simple altar but that had all the most important elements that any altar must have so I decided to make it of 3 steps … Janice took me to her house to see what we could use ….so we brought some pieces of wood, blocks and I also borrowed some of her baskets , dishes, etc. Other teacher that works for CNM Therese Samuels also lend me some pots, “clay cups’ and toys we placed besides that she offered to get some big marigold flowers for the altar since Janice and I had already seen marigolds at a nursery but they were too small and too expensive!!! But the flowers were necessary, how could our “dearly departed” get to the altar without the flower’s scent?&lt;br /&gt;So on November 30th, Janice and I placed the things in the altar …. Janice found some “bread of the dead” in the bakery of a Mexican supermarket and bought “Abuelita” chocolate this time the departed could not taste any alcohol because the bottle of tequila could not be placed due to school rules, nor could I burn inscience or light the candles… but in the end and at least it was a pretty nice altar with the paper cuts that Cynthia lent us and ones that my family sent me and of course the ones I had made at The Hispanic Cultural center … I also placed the sugar school Cynthia and I decorated and some little paper baskets that some of the teachers helped decorate together with some pictures. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R5_WX-AnIEI/AAAAAAAAAaU/txCPReDG1Fw/s1600-h/PB011272.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161079405260775490" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="the altar presentation" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R5_WX-AnIEI/AAAAAAAAAaU/txCPReDG1Fw/s200/PB011272.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R5_WYeAnIFI/AAAAAAAAAac/Nr2MO0SJ0Qg/s1600-h/PB021273.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161079413850710098" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="the altar completed" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R5_WYeAnIFI/AAAAAAAAAac/Nr2MO0SJ0Qg/s200/PB021273.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R5_WZeAnIGI/AAAAAAAAAak/eO8xY1Gcwhs/s1600-h/PB021274.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161079431030579298" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R5_WZeAnIGI/AAAAAAAAAak/eO8xY1Gcwhs/s200/PB021274.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/850065483982467314-7648079544061307702?l=isabelabq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isabelabq.blogspot.com/feeds/7648079544061307702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=850065483982467314&amp;postID=7648079544061307702' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/850065483982467314/posts/default/7648079544061307702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/850065483982467314/posts/default/7648079544061307702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isabelabq.blogspot.com/2008/01/flor-de-cempazuchitl-el-altar-en-cnm.html' title=''/><author><name>ISABEL IN ABQ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03193624103179588196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R5_VJuAnIBI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/xlXTadVszLk/s72-c/IMG_0122%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-850065483982467314.post-6420706713210580691</id><published>2008-01-28T19:57:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-28T20:17:21.406-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R56lSeAnH1I/AAAAAAAAAYc/Fjds9NcQ4f4/s1600-h/PA271237.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160743959725023058" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="my contribution to art!" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R56lSeAnH1I/AAAAAAAAAYc/Fjds9NcQ4f4/s200/PA271237.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;OLOR A MUERTOS….&lt;br /&gt;El 27 de Octubre fui nuevamente al Centro Cultural Hispano porque iban a tener diversas actividades relacionadas al Dia de Muertos, Iba yo a ver a Cynthia a las 12 pero como tenia que depender de las corridas de los autobuses, decidi salir antes y llegué a las 11 de la mañana. &lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R56lUeAnH2I/AAAAAAAAAYk/_n3dSouX3o8/s1600-h/PA271239.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160743994084761442" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="a nice altar" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R56lUeAnH2I/AAAAAAAAAYk/_n3dSouX3o8/s200/PA271239.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R56lVOAnH3I/AAAAAAAAAYs/MlDNTieqPwE/s1600-h/PA271242.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160744006969663346" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="one more altar" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R56lVOAnH3I/AAAAAAAAAYs/MlDNTieqPwE/s200/PA271242.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahi conoci a un muchacho que estaba haciendo un diseño de la “Catrina” que asemejaria un enorme papel picado asi que solo se necesitaba carbon y gis blanco … ya que contaba con mucho tiempo antes de que Cynthia llegara y para sacar un poco de estres me ofreci como voluntaria para ayudarle, y para cuando Cynthia llegó ya se le veia forma asi que las dos entramos al edificio donde algunos de sus amigos estaban conduciendo algunos de los talleres: las familias estaban aprendiendo como hacer coronas con papel de china naranja simulando flor de muerto, como decorar calaveritas de azucar, como hacer papel picado y como hacer otrs flores . tambien habia algunos articulos a la venta y alguinos altars hechos por escuelas del area y otras personas a quienes les gusta preserver esta tradicion. Ah! Tambien aqui escuchamos una platica sobre las festividades. Cybnthia compro una pintura muy creative para regalarsela a su novio Alan y que nos gusto a ambas. Fue asi como inicie la celebracion del dia de los muertos&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R56mV-AnH4I/AAAAAAAAAY0/3_qvvC6rSts/s1600-h/PA271247.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160745119366193026" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="las coronas" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R56mV-AnH4I/AAAAAAAAAY0/3_qvvC6rSts/s200/PA271247.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R56mWeAnH5I/AAAAAAAAAY8/GSfUCj-glZY/s1600-h/PA271252.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160745127956127634" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="decorando calaveras" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R56mWeAnH5I/AAAAAAAAAY8/GSfUCj-glZY/s200/PA271252.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R56mXOAnH6I/AAAAAAAAAZE/doH8Bab_cJA/s1600-h/PA271253.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160745140841029538" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="mi papel picado" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R56mXOAnH6I/AAAAAAAAAZE/doH8Bab_cJA/s200/PA271253.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On October 27th I went to the Hispanic Cultural Center because they were having different family activities related to the Dia de Muertos, I was going to see Cynthia at 12 but since I had to depend on the bus schedule I decided to leave earlier and was there by 11 am. There I met a guy who was making the design of a “Catrina” that was supposed to be a cut out paper, so only coal and white chalk was needed… since I had a lot of time before Cynthia arrived, and to get ride of some stress, I volunteered to help, and by the time Cynthia arrived we had made a lot of progress, then Cynthia and I went inside the building where some of her friends were leading some of the workshops: the families were learning How to make a wreath with orange tissue paper resembling marigold flowers, how to decorate sugar skulls, how to make paper cuts and how to make flowers. There were also some items on sale and some altars made by schools of the area and other people who like to preserve this tradition. Oh! We also listened to a talk about the festivity there. Cynthia bought a very nice drawing for her boyfriend which we both liked. I started to celebrate the “day of the dead” this way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R56ncuAnH7I/AAAAAAAAAZM/c1nMUmPL2DY/s1600-h/PA271246.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160746334841937842" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="one more altar" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R56ncuAnH7I/AAAAAAAAAZM/c1nMUmPL2DY/s200/PA271246.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R56ndeAnH8I/AAAAAAAAAZU/UdFFSzr2XZg/s1600-h/PA271251.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160746347726839746" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="I decorated a sugar skull" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R56ndeAnH8I/AAAAAAAAAZU/UdFFSzr2XZg/s200/PA271251.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R56neuAnH9I/AAAAAAAAAZc/zCsq-Tpf1rI/s1600-h/PA271256.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160746369201676242" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="Tha Catrina almost completed" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R56neuAnH9I/AAAAAAAAAZc/zCsq-Tpf1rI/s200/PA271256.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/850065483982467314-6420706713210580691?l=isabelabq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isabelabq.blogspot.com/feeds/6420706713210580691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=850065483982467314&amp;postID=6420706713210580691' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/850065483982467314/posts/default/6420706713210580691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/850065483982467314/posts/default/6420706713210580691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isabelabq.blogspot.com/2008/01/olor-muertos.html' title=''/><author><name>ISABEL IN ABQ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03193624103179588196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R56lSeAnH1I/AAAAAAAAAYc/Fjds9NcQ4f4/s72-c/PA271237.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-850065483982467314.post-5541879403425865564</id><published>2008-01-27T11:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-27T12:26:02.154-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;FINALES DE OCTUBRE&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R5zjiuAnHtI/AAAAAAAAAXc/VXp1UMslBt4/s1600-h/PA261233.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160249458665397970" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R5zjiuAnHtI/AAAAAAAAAXc/VXp1UMslBt4/s200/PA261233.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R5zji-AnHuI/AAAAAAAAAXk/ljywn1aNDeM/s1600-h/PA261234.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160249462960365282" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R5zji-AnHuI/AAAAAAAAAXk/ljywn1aNDeM/s200/PA261234.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Empieza el otoño y la mayoria de los arboles tienen sus hojas de color Amarillo, ademas de prepararme para Halloween comprando algunos dulces, Janice y yo hemos estado programando el altar de muertos en la escuela.&lt;br /&gt;Mientras tanto Carmen me invitó el fin de semana a su casa y salimos a caminar por el Rio Bravo, en donde habia unos miradores con informacion sobre la flora y fauna del lugar… en el camino, Carmen me enseñó un area boscosa que se incendió y en la cual un bombero esta esculpiendo esculturas de los arboles muertos, tambien fuimos a una preparatoria privada y de regreso Carmen me invito a comer en un restaurante chino.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R5zjjuAnHvI/AAAAAAAAAXs/yvA_VL8AZ0s/s1600-h/111307_09511.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160249475845267186" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R5zjjuAnHvI/AAAAAAAAAXs/yvA_VL8AZ0s/s200/111307_09511.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R5zjj-AnHwI/AAAAAAAAAX0/01Ev-h9xJng/s1600-h/111407_14471%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160249480140234498" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R5zjj-AnHwI/AAAAAAAAAX0/01Ev-h9xJng/s200/111407_14471%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Autumn is already here and most of the trees have yellow leaves, besides getting ready for Halloween buying some candies Janice and I have been programming the Altar for the dead for this school. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R5zlCeAnHxI/AAAAAAAAAX8/bMWBBoVkZ6g/s1600-h/PA281266.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160251103637872402" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="Carmen with her dogs" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R5zlCeAnHxI/AAAAAAAAAX8/bMWBBoVkZ6g/s200/PA281266.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the meantime Carmen invited me on the weekend to go to her house and we went for a walk to the Rio Grande, on the bridge there were some platforms with interesting information about the birds, fish and plants from the area… on the way, we went through an area where the trees had been on fire so a fireman has created wonderful wooden sculptures out of them. Carmen also showed me a private high school and invited me to a Chinese restaurant for lunch. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R5zlC-AnHyI/AAAAAAAAAYE/nvOSBji3DBs/s1600-h/PA281261.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160251112227807010" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R5zlC-AnHyI/AAAAAAAAAYE/nvOSBji3DBs/s200/PA281261.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R5zlD-AnHzI/AAAAAAAAAYM/L_fXRq3ArDo/s1600-h/PA281258.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160251129407676210" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="camaleon" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R5zlD-AnHzI/AAAAAAAAAYM/L_fXRq3ArDo/s200/PA281258.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R5zlEuAnH0I/AAAAAAAAAYU/9MwABkz4odU/s1600-h/PA281263.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160251142292578114" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="la llorona" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R5zlEuAnH0I/AAAAAAAAAYU/9MwABkz4odU/s200/PA281263.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/850065483982467314-5541879403425865564?l=isabelabq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isabelabq.blogspot.com/feeds/5541879403425865564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=850065483982467314&amp;postID=5541879403425865564' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/850065483982467314/posts/default/5541879403425865564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/850065483982467314/posts/default/5541879403425865564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isabelabq.blogspot.com/2008/01/finales-de-octubre-empieza-el-otoo-y-la.html' title=''/><author><name>ISABEL IN ABQ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03193624103179588196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R5zjiuAnHtI/AAAAAAAAAXc/VXp1UMslBt4/s72-c/PA261233.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-850065483982467314.post-7193190575249939670</id><published>2008-01-27T10:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-27T10:16:31.331-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R5zIrOAnHoI/AAAAAAAAAW0/ouEH9ZvoaBg/s1600-h/PA231225.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160219917880336002" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="our kitchendinning area" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R5zIrOAnHoI/AAAAAAAAAW0/ouEH9ZvoaBg/s200/PA231225.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our New apartment&lt;br /&gt;Durante los primeros dias de Octubre, Peggy, Carmen y Janice me ayudaron a buscar un Nuevo departamento, finalmente en una de nuestras cacerias, janice me encontro lo que pense era una excelente oportunidad: no tan caro, amueblado, muy cerca del Campus y sin penalidades por romper el contrato de renta!. Solo tenia que caminar 15 minutos y estaria en el campus y 10 minutos para esta en la Ave Central( el Corazon de esta ciudad). Antes de firmar el contrato, peggy y Ela ( una tutora en el Centro de Aprendizaje)me acompañaron a verlo para tomar la decision final sobre Columbia 424&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R5zIruAnHpI/AAAAAAAAAW8/VRPnom7fT7s/s1600-h/PA231219.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160219926470270610" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R5zIruAnHpI/AAAAAAAAAW8/VRPnom7fT7s/s200/PA231219.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R5zIr-AnHqI/AAAAAAAAAXE/mCfspMaj5Ug/s1600-h/PA231220.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160219930765237922" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R5zIr-AnHqI/AAAAAAAAAXE/mCfspMaj5Ug/s200/PA231220.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the first days of October, Peggy, Carmen and Janice helped me to look for a new apartment, finally in one of those apartment hunting outings Janice found for me what I thought was an excellent opportunity: not so expensive, furnished, very close to main campus and with no termination Fee for breaking the lease!: I only had to walk 15 minutes to be in the campus and 10 to be right on central avenue: the heart of the town. Before signing the contract, Peggy and Ela (a tutor at the Language Center ) went with me to see it to make the final decision about 424 Columbia SE . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R5zJs-AnHrI/AAAAAAAAAXM/GeKqbhf-SX0/s1600-h/PA231218.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160221047456734898" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="the bedroom" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R5zJs-AnHrI/AAAAAAAAAXM/GeKqbhf-SX0/s200/PA231218.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R5zJtuAnHsI/AAAAAAAAAXU/D4ZhJMq_3lM/s1600-h/PA231224.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160221060341636802" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="our living room" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R5zJtuAnHsI/AAAAAAAAAXU/D4ZhJMq_3lM/s200/PA231224.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/850065483982467314-7193190575249939670?l=isabelabq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isabelabq.blogspot.com/feeds/7193190575249939670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=850065483982467314&amp;postID=7193190575249939670' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/850065483982467314/posts/default/7193190575249939670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/850065483982467314/posts/default/7193190575249939670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isabelabq.blogspot.com/2008/01/our-new-apartment-durante-los-primeros.html' title=''/><author><name>ISABEL IN ABQ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03193624103179588196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R5zIrOAnHoI/AAAAAAAAAW0/ouEH9ZvoaBg/s72-c/PA231225.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-850065483982467314.post-3593358919381293407</id><published>2008-01-26T14:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-26T15:37:13.419-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A trip to Santa Fe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R5u63eAnHWI/AAAAAAAAAUk/dLjKQS5HV6o/s1600-h/PA211129.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159923260194233698" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="in one store" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R5u63eAnHWI/AAAAAAAAAUk/dLjKQS5HV6o/s200/PA211129.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R5u64eAnHXI/AAAAAAAAAUs/6iIHfrBwmYk/s1600-h/PA211131.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159923277374102898" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="The house of governors" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R5u64eAnHXI/AAAAAAAAAUs/6iIHfrBwmYk/s200/PA211131.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R5u64uAnHYI/AAAAAAAAAU0/d0w9ZkqFXTg/s1600-h/PA211132.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159923281669070210" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="indian trading posts" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R5u64uAnHYI/AAAAAAAAAU0/d0w9ZkqFXTg/s200/PA211132.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El 21 de Octubre la hermana de Nancy y sus 2 sobrinas me llevaron a la ciudad de Santa Fe , fue un viaje muy agradable y disfrute coonociendo otros miembros de la familia de nacy. Finalmente iba a conocer algunas de sus famosas galerias y tiendas exclusivas.&lt;br /&gt;Santa Fe fue fundada por los españoles en 1610 y es la capital de Nuevo Mexico. La hermana de Nancy me dijo que esta ciudad es algo cara y que muchos artistas se han establecido ahi.&lt;br /&gt;Despues de caminar por la plaza principal , nos dirigimos hacia nuestra primera visita: “El Palacio ‘Real” o la “Casa de los Gobernadores” que es ahora un gran museo. Ahi pude ver una coleccion de Milagritos, y muchas pinturas religiosas ademas de mapas, riflesmuebles y otros elementos historicos de este estado. Una cosa que vi diferente fueron las pintutras de santos en los cofres de los coches que ahi se exhibian y que son una piezas de arte unicas!&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R5u8WOAnHZI/AAAAAAAAAU8/MP3ti1vf9uI/s1600-h/PA211138.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159924887986838930" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R5u8WOAnHZI/AAAAAAAAAU8/MP3ti1vf9uI/s200/PA211138.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R5u8WuAnHaI/AAAAAAAAAVE/bLQ85ptj8uI/s1600-h/PA211140.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159924896576773538" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="more art" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R5u8WuAnHaI/AAAAAAAAAVE/bLQ85ptj8uI/s200/PA211140.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R5u8W-AnHbI/AAAAAAAAAVM/6UyC7N7KHW4/s1600-h/PA211146.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159924900871740850" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="outside the gallery" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R5u8W-AnHbI/AAAAAAAAAVM/6UyC7N7KHW4/s200/PA211146.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Despues de ahi nos dirigimos a la galleria de &lt;a href="http://www.okeeffemuseum.org/"&gt;Georgia O’Keeffe &lt;/a&gt;(1880’s) en dodne apreciamos algunas de las pinturas y fotos de esta ertaordinaria pintora de arte moderno. Debo admitir que antes de esta visita no sabia quie era ella.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Habiendo disfrutado un almuerzo nos dirigimos a la &lt;a href="http://www.virtualsantafe.com/VirtualSF/StFrancis/"&gt;cathedral de San Francisco &lt;/a&gt;donde pude ver sus esculturas en el atrio y su interior unico. La caterdral se encuentra en la calle del mismo nombre y data de los años 1711 1 1714 . en este lugar habia antes una iglesia construida por fray Alonzo benavides y destruida en 168o durante la rebellion Pueblo. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R5u96-AnHcI/AAAAAAAAAVU/h2UGha6_j5Y/s1600-h/PA211164.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159926618858659266" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="San francisco street" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R5u96-AnHcI/AAAAAAAAAVU/h2UGha6_j5Y/s200/PA211164.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R5u97uAnHdI/AAAAAAAAAVc/wdlDX1Pd-6k/s1600-h/PA211173.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159926631743561170" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="at the entrance of the cathedral" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R5u97uAnHdI/AAAAAAAAAVc/wdlDX1Pd-6k/s200/PA211173.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R5u97-AnHeI/AAAAAAAAAVk/qIf5ITzCgfs/s1600-h/PA211182.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159926636038528482" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="the main altar" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R5u97-AnHeI/AAAAAAAAAVk/qIf5ITzCgfs/s200/PA211182.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tambien fuimos a la famosa &lt;a href="http://www.lorettochapel.com/history.html"&gt;Capilla de Loretto&lt;/a&gt; cuya principal atraccion es su escalera construida en ua sola pieza. Segun la leyenda, The Miraculous Staircase la escalera fue construida enter 1877 y 1881 y su construccion tomo por lo menos 6 meses. La escalera tiene dos vueltas de 360 grados y no se usaron ni clavos ni pegamento … es realmente una pieza de arte !&lt;br /&gt;La capilla es de estilo Gotico y es similar a la Santa Capilla del rey Luis IX en Paris. La piedra para esta capilla fue llevada a Santa Fe de lugares de alrededor de 20 millas y su vitral fue traido de paris en 1876. terminada en 1878 tiene un altar estilo Gotico y frescos que datan de 1890s.&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R5u_LOAnHfI/AAAAAAAAAVs/EO4BdwB7egs/s1600-h/PA211199.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159927997543161330" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R5u_LOAnHfI/AAAAAAAAAVs/EO4BdwB7egs/s200/PA211199.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R5u_L-AnHgI/AAAAAAAAAV0/FF7ExAQoEZw/s1600-h/PA211200.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159928010428063234" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R5u_L-AnHgI/AAAAAAAAAV0/FF7ExAQoEZw/s200/PA211200.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On October 21st Nancy’s sister and nieces took me to the city of Santa Fe; it was a really nice drive and I enjoyed meeting other members of Nancy’s family. Finally, I was going to see some of its famous galleries and expensive shops.&lt;br /&gt;Santa Fe was founded by the Spaniards in 1610 and is the capital of New Mexico. I was told by Nancy’s sister that this city is somewhat expensive and that many artists have made it its home.&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R5vAleAnHhI/AAAAAAAAAV8/ifkTZQFv7sU/s1600-h/PA211152.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159929548026355218" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R5vAleAnHhI/AAAAAAAAAV8/ifkTZQFv7sU/s200/PA211152.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R5vAluAnHiI/AAAAAAAAAWE/-0Qp2gPOntM/s1600-h/PA211213.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159929552321322530" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R5vAluAnHiI/AAAAAAAAAWE/-0Qp2gPOntM/s200/PA211213.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R5vAmeAnHjI/AAAAAAAAAWM/RVHuFTjP8es/s1600-h/PA211149.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159929565206224434" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R5vAmeAnHjI/AAAAAAAAAWM/RVHuFTjP8es/s200/PA211149.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After walking around the main square, we headed to our first stop: “El Palacio ‘Real” or “Casa de los Gobernadores” which is now a nice museum. There I could see the collection of Milagritos, and many religious paintings together with maps, riffles, furniture and other historical items from this state. One thing that I consider different was the paintings of saints on the hoods of cars they are really nice works of art!&lt;br /&gt;Then we went to the Georgia O’Keeffe (1880’s) Gallery where I could see some of her extraordinary (modern art) paintings, I must admit that before this visit I did not know who she was!.&lt;br /&gt;After a very nice lunch we headed to San Francis’ Cathedral where I could see its nice sculptures and unique interior. The cathedral is on San Francisco Street, and dates back to 1711 - 1714. This place was formerly occupied by the Church built in Romanesque style by Fray Alonzo Benavides, which was destroyed during the Pueblo Rebellion of 1680.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later they also took me to the famous Loretto Chapel where the staircase built in one peace is the main attraction. According to the legend, The Miraculous Staircase was constructed or inspired by St. Joseph the Carpenter, and was built sometime between 1877 and 1881. It took at least six months to build, and has two 360 degree turns with no nails or glue involved. It’s just beautiful!&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R5vByuAnHkI/AAAAAAAAAWU/lKlt0SkXtSg/s1600-h/images%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159930875171249730" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="One of Okeffe's paintings" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R5vByuAnHkI/AAAAAAAAAWU/lKlt0SkXtSg/s200/images%5B3%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R5vBy-AnHlI/AAAAAAAAAWc/EJbIokgeu0g/s1600-h/images%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159930879466217042" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="one more painting" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R5vBy-AnHlI/AAAAAAAAAWc/EJbIokgeu0g/s200/images%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R5vBy-AnHmI/AAAAAAAAAWk/BXBPTZhPEPI/s1600-h/loretto-chapel%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159930879466217058" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="loretto chapel" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R5vBy-AnHmI/AAAAAAAAAWk/BXBPTZhPEPI/s200/loretto-chapel%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R5vBzeAnHnI/AAAAAAAAAWs/JZ9hj3l7gCk/s1600-h/lorettostaircase1%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159930888056151666" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="the center of the stair" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R5vBzeAnHnI/AAAAAAAAAWs/JZ9hj3l7gCk/s200/lorettostaircase1%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The chapel is Gothic Revival in style and is similar to the King Louis IX's Sainte-Chapelle in Paris. Stone for the Chapel was carried from around Santa Fe ,about 20 miles from Santa Fe. The stained glass in the Loretto Chapel was brought from Paris in 1876. The Chapel was completed in 1878 and has a Gothic altar and frescos from the 1890s.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/850065483982467314-3593358919381293407?l=isabelabq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isabelabq.blogspot.com/feeds/3593358919381293407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=850065483982467314&amp;postID=3593358919381293407' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/850065483982467314/posts/default/3593358919381293407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/850065483982467314/posts/default/3593358919381293407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isabelabq.blogspot.com/2008/01/trip-to-santa-fe-el-21-de-octubre-la.html' title=''/><author><name>ISABEL IN ABQ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03193624103179588196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R5u63eAnHWI/AAAAAAAAAUk/dLjKQS5HV6o/s72-c/PA211129.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-850065483982467314.post-8907426061925260473</id><published>2008-01-19T20:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-26T15:43:50.596-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>TAILGATE PARTY Y BALLOON FIESTA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R5LWQzz-6uI/AAAAAAAAASI/TZBgcXWMeYY/s1600-h/PA051036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157420107567131362" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R5LWQzz-6uI/AAAAAAAAASI/TZBgcXWMeYY/s200/PA051036.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R5LWRTz-6vI/AAAAAAAAASQ/cTgabV-oLbs/s1600-h/PA051043.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157420116157065970" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R5LWRTz-6vI/AAAAAAAAASQ/cTgabV-oLbs/s200/PA051043.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hasta ahora, no he mencionado a otras personas que hemos conocido aqui y con quienes hemos establecido amistad. Una de ellas nos ha tambien ayudado mucho en nuestro proceso de ajuste a la vida en ABQ: su nombre es Peggy Garcia Marquez . Peggy es una de las Supervisoras en el Centro que atiende a los alumnos de ESL (donde doy mis grupos de conversacion) El 5 de Octubre Peggy me invito a su casa en Belen porque su hija habia sido elegida pricesa del Homecoming de su escuela preparatoria asi que asistimos al juego de futbol en el que al medio tiempo su hija daria un paseo por el campo de futbol. Antes de cada partido de futbol los aficionados acostumbran lo que se llaman “tailgate party”… en este tipo de fiesta llevan sus camionetas fuera del campo de futbol y comparten comida y bebidas con los amigos… justo antes del partido.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R5LYBjz-6xI/AAAAAAAAASg/63Xb4EzF7II/s1600-h/PA061049.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157422044597381906" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R5LYBjz-6xI/AAAAAAAAASg/63Xb4EzF7II/s200/PA061049.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R5LYBzz-6yI/AAAAAAAAASo/psAVzbIlZzg/s1600-h/PA061053.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157422048892349218" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R5LYBzz-6yI/AAAAAAAAASo/psAVzbIlZzg/s200/PA061053.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R5LYCDz-6zI/AAAAAAAAASw/31zJd-NG2f0/s1600-h/PA061056.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157422053187316530" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R5LYCDz-6zI/AAAAAAAAASw/31zJd-NG2f0/s200/PA061056.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R5LYCTz-60I/AAAAAAAAAS4/ouYbE6FmlIY/s1600-h/PA061057.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157422057482283842" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R5LYCTz-60I/AAAAAAAAAS4/ouYbE6FmlIY/s200/PA061057.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despues de pasar la noche en su casa nos levantamos a las 4 de la mañana para poder asistir a la ascencion en masa de los globos aerostaticos, un evento internacional que se realiza cada año en Albuquerque: &lt;a href="http://www.balloonfiesta.com/"&gt;Ballon Fiesta &lt;/a&gt;esta vez con la participacion de alrededor de 700 globos de todo el mundo sus hermanas hija y sobrinas llegamos al parquet al amanecer y pudimos disfrutar del espectaculo. espero tener la oprtunidad de subirme a uno de estos globos antes de regresar amexico!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dentro del parque tambien pude ver algunas danzas autoctonas: para mi sorpresa las danzas eran de un grupo de danza Mexica. Bueno, creo que algunas veces olvido que Nuevo mexico es de hecho “viejo mexico” verdad?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R5Om0Tz-61I/AAAAAAAAATA/16ZqqDUPUSo/s1600-h/PA061086.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157649415871064914" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="con Peggy" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R5Om0Tz-61I/AAAAAAAAATA/16ZqqDUPUSo/s200/PA061086.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R5Om0zz-62I/AAAAAAAAATI/msDbcqLbcM4/s1600-h/PA061087.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157649424460999522" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="la familia de Peggy" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R5Om0zz-62I/AAAAAAAAATI/msDbcqLbcM4/s200/PA061087.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R5Om1Dz-63I/AAAAAAAAATQ/aoD5B4YFQW4/s1600-h/PA061085.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157649428755966834" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="Finally, the ballon Fiesta!" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R5Om1Dz-63I/AAAAAAAAATQ/aoD5B4YFQW4/s200/PA061085.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far, I haven’t mentioned some other people that we have met here and with whom we have also made a nice friendship. One of them has also helped us a lot in our adaptation process while being here in ABQ: her name is Peggy Garcia Marquez Peggy is one of the supervisors in the center that assists ESL students and where I give my conversation groups. On October 5th Peggy invited me to her home in Belen because her daughter had been elected homecoming princess for her high school ( I also met her husband Leroy) so we attended the football game where during the half time Leroy and Peggy would walk across the football court with their daughter. Before each match, the fans use to do what they call “tailgate party”… in this type of party people take their trucks or cars outside the football stadium and share their food and drinks with friends and family right before the game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R5OpXDz-68I/AAAAAAAAAT0/pVSriDzkmVc/s1600-h/PA061062.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157652211894774722" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R5OpXDz-68I/AAAAAAAAAT0/pVSriDzkmVc/s200/PA061062.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After spending the night at Peggy’s home, we got up at 4 am to be able to go to the balloon mass ascension, as part of the balloon’s international event that takes place in ABQ every year: &lt;a href="http://www.balloonfiesta.com/"&gt;The Balloon Fiesta, &lt;/a&gt;this time about 7000 balloons where taking part in it her sisters, daughter and nieces and I arrived to the site at dawn and could enjoy the this spectacular view....I just hope to be able to ride one of these ballons before I go back to Mexico!&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R5Op2Dz-69I/AAAAAAAAAT8/OsxinU8zhV4/s1600-h/PA061063.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157652744470719442" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="Wells fargo ballon" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R5Op2Dz-69I/AAAAAAAAAT8/OsxinU8zhV4/s200/PA061063.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R5Op2jz-6-I/AAAAAAAAAUE/hLwagQzCiTc/s1600-h/PA061061.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157652753060654050" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="the new  2007 ballon from star wars" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R5Op2jz-6-I/AAAAAAAAAUE/hLwagQzCiTc/s200/PA061061.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could also see some native dances while in that place, to my surprise it was a mexica group… well I guess I sometimes forget that New Mexico was Old Mexico Right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R5Oq9jz-6_I/AAAAAAAAAUM/N_SM78qB9BY/s1600-h/PA061103.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157653972831366130" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R5Oq9jz-6_I/AAAAAAAAAUM/N_SM78qB9BY/s200/PA061103.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R5Oq-Dz-7AI/AAAAAAAAAUU/H4PzRGBqnKU/s1600-h/PA061092.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157653981421300738" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R5Oq-Dz-7AI/AAAAAAAAAUU/H4PzRGBqnKU/s200/PA061092.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R5Oq_Dz-7BI/AAAAAAAAAUc/roXefuL3vzY/s1600-h/PA061098.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157653998601169938" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R5Oq_Dz-7BI/AAAAAAAAAUc/roXefuL3vzY/s200/PA061098.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/850065483982467314-8907426061925260473?l=isabelabq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isabelabq.blogspot.com/feeds/8907426061925260473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=850065483982467314&amp;postID=8907426061925260473' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/850065483982467314/posts/default/8907426061925260473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/850065483982467314/posts/default/8907426061925260473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isabelabq.blogspot.com/2008/01/tailgate-party-y-balloon-fiesta-hasta.html' title=''/><author><name>ISABEL IN ABQ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03193624103179588196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R5LWQzz-6uI/AAAAAAAAASI/TZBgcXWMeYY/s72-c/PA051036.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-850065483982467314.post-3408116194131739066</id><published>2008-01-18T21:18:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-18T21:46:56.488-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoy volví a revisar google analytics y me dio mucho gusto ver que la pagina ha empezado a ser vista fuera de los EEU y Mexico. Tambien lei los 3 comentarios que escribieron sobre la pagina de ayer. Muchas gracias por sus comentarios!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PIKE’S PEAK COMMUNITY COLLEGE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R5GLbTz-6nI/AAAAAAAAARQ/ehmX-4hvPOY/s1600-h/P9300928.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157056349606963826" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="FORMER FULBRIGHTERS" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R5GLbTz-6nI/AAAAAAAAARQ/ehmX-4hvPOY/s200/P9300928.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero no todo fue paseos, tambien tuvimos varios talleres y platicas con invitados especiales, entre ellos se encontraban algunas de los representantes del gob. de los EEUU que habiamos conocido en Washington .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R5GLbjz-6oI/AAAAAAAAARY/iIjNrd46yrI/s1600-h/PA021018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157056353901931138" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="THE READING CLASS" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R5GLbjz-6oI/AAAAAAAAARY/iIjNrd46yrI/s200/PA021018.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R5GLcDz-6pI/AAAAAAAAARg/OwsQ-DJrn8g/s1600-h/PA021022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157056362491865746" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="PIKE'S PEAK COMMUNITY COLLEGE" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R5GLcDz-6pI/AAAAAAAAARg/OwsQ-DJrn8g/s200/PA021022.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; La ultima actividad fue la visita de cada maestro a una escuela del nivel que enseñaba por lo que me toco visitar Pike’s peak Community College Paola (otra maestra de Mexico) Tambien la visito asi que ella su tutora y yo estabamos listas a las 7 am. Tuvimos la oportunidad de observar 2 clases las que yo observe fueron una de Comprension de Textos en Ingles y otra de Gramatica… ambas clases fueron muy interesantes, tambien tuve la oportunidad de hablar con la Directora del depto. de Ingles de esa escuela. Una de las estudiantes que trabajaban ahi nos dio un tour por las instalaciones asi que pudimos ver los salones, la biblioteca, la sala de musica, los laboratorios, etc. el campus en si tenía un estilo arqitectónico muy moderno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I checked google analytics today again and I was very glad to see that this blog has started to go out from the US and Mexico. I also read 3 comments written on yesterday’s page. Thanks a lot for your comments!.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PIKE’S PEAK COMMUNITY COLLEGE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R5GNgTz-6qI/AAAAAAAAARo/mRjiHTxx97s/s1600-h/PA021025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157058634529565346" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="PAOLA IN THE LAB" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R5GNgTz-6qI/AAAAAAAAARo/mRjiHTxx97s/s200/PA021025.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R5GNgjz-6rI/AAAAAAAAARw/PteRZRj26h4/s1600-h/PA021027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157058638824532658" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R5GNgjz-6rI/AAAAAAAAARw/PteRZRj26h4/s200/PA021027.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R5GNhDz-6sI/AAAAAAAAAR4/pktyBMEDe9Y/s1600-h/PA021030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157058647414467266" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R5GNhDz-6sI/AAAAAAAAAR4/pktyBMEDe9Y/s200/PA021030.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R5GNhTz-6tI/AAAAAAAAASA/VfwSAIPUXhQ/s1600-h/PA021028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157058651709434578" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="WITH OUR TOUR GUIDE" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R5GNhTz-6tI/AAAAAAAAASA/VfwSAIPUXhQ/s200/PA021028.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But not all of this was visits we also have some worshops and talks with special guests , there where some representatives of the US government among them whom we had met in Washington. Our last activity was the visit of each of us to a school of the level we are teaching in here therefore I visited Pike’s peak Community College Paola (another teacher from Mexico) Also visisted it so she, her tutor and I were ready to leave at 7 am .We had the opportunity to observe 2 classes the ones I observed where one on Reading comprehension and one on English grammar, both tuvimos la oportunidad de observar 2 clases las que yo observe fueron una de Comprension de Textos en Ingles y otra de Gramatica…both ESL classes and both very interesting I also had the opportunity to talk with the director of the English deparment of that College. One of the students working there gave us a tour through the school and we could see the classrooms, the library, the music room, the gym,the labs, etc the buildings had a modern architectural style . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/850065483982467314-3408116194131739066?l=isabelabq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isabelabq.blogspot.com/feeds/3408116194131739066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=850065483982467314&amp;postID=3408116194131739066' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/850065483982467314/posts/default/3408116194131739066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/850065483982467314/posts/default/3408116194131739066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isabelabq.blogspot.com/2008/01/hoy-volv-revisar-google-analytics-y-me.html' title=''/><author><name>ISABEL IN ABQ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03193624103179588196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R5GLbTz-6nI/AAAAAAAAARQ/ehmX-4hvPOY/s72-c/P9300928.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-850065483982467314.post-2920307533240619685</id><published>2008-01-17T19:12:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-18T07:22:59.181-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;EL JARDIN DE LOS DIOSES&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R5Aavjz-6fI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/kSkuqQlnmeI/s1600-h/PA010966.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156650977708665330" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="A MAGNIFICENT VIEW" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R5Aavjz-6fI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/kSkuqQlnmeI/s200/PA010966.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El Jardin de los Dioses es una de las maravillas naturales de los EEUU, el terreno donde se encuentra fue donado a la ciudad de Colorado Springs por los hijos de su dueño original, Charles Elliot Perkins en 1909 con la unica condicion de que se mantuviera tal como estaba, sin construir grandes edificios, tiendas, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El Jardin de los Dioses ha sido estudiado por diferentes especialistas por su color rojizo y sus formaciones tan especiales , segun los geologos estas formaciones se originaron hace mas de 300 millones de años, y hace aproximadamente 60 millones de años se levaron las rocas sedimentarias horizontales durante la formacion de las montañas rocayosas.&lt;br /&gt;The garden of the gods is one of the national natural landmarks in the US the land was donated to Colorado Springs by Charles Elliott Perkins’ children in 1909 with the only condition that it would be kept the way it was.&lt;br /&gt;El jardin cuenta con formaciones extraordinarias: algunas de ellas han sido llamadas The Gateway Rocks, La Torre de Babel, la roca balanceada,la catedral, las 3 Gracias, El Indio Dormido, los gemelos, los camellos besandose, etc. &lt;a href="http://www.gardenofgods.com/home/index.cfm?flash=1"&gt;http://www.gardenofgods.com/home/index.cfm?flash=1&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R5AawDz-6gI/AAAAAAAAAQY/YHePgaQwSt4/s1600-h/PA010968.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156650986298599938" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="THE CAMELS KISING" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R5AawDz-6gI/AAAAAAAAAQY/YHePgaQwSt4/s200/PA010968.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esta es una foto de los camellos besandose en la cima. Hay una leyenda sobre ellos publicada en 1926 por Laura Mecum . Mientras veia estas formaciones rocosas, podia imaginarme facilmente a los indios en sus camopamentos , los buscadores de oro persiguiendo su sueño , y a los pioneros atravesando la entyrada . despues del recorrido, nos dieron algun tiempo para quedarnos y recorrer los senderos entre estas formaciones asi que tenia que aprovechar la oportunidad! Aunque debo admitir que mi grupo se perdio al regreso, de todas maneras salimos justo a tiempo para tomar nuestro autobus para regresar al hotel.&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R5AawTz-6hI/AAAAAAAAAQg/_9GzC3XwmFg/s1600-h/PA010972.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156650990593567250" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="THE GROUP OF FULBRIGHT TEACHERS" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R5AawTz-6hI/AAAAAAAAAQg/_9GzC3XwmFg/s200/PA010972.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Garden of the Gods has been the object of many studies over the years. The red rocks have been named and climbed and analyzed as to their origin and composition According to geologists, the story of the Garden of the Gods began nearly 300 million years ago, and then sixty million years ago -when the modern Rocky Mountains began their actual formation - the horizontal sedimentary rocks were elevated.&lt;br /&gt;This garden has amazing rocks: some of them have received names such as The Gateway Rocks, the Tower of Babel, The Balanced Rock,The Cathedral Spires, The Three Graces, The Sleeping Indian, The Siamese Twins, the kissing camels, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R5Aehjz-6jI/AAAAAAAAAQw/OTsMSoYMCgU/s1600-h/PA010973.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156655135237007922" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R5Aehjz-6jI/AAAAAAAAAQw/OTsMSoYMCgU/s200/PA010973.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R5Aehzz-6kI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/oSzgsgVzyAw/s1600-h/PA010979.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156655139531975234" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R5Aehzz-6kI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/oSzgsgVzyAw/s200/PA010979.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can see here a picture of The Kissing Camels at the top. There is the Legend of the Kissing Camels, published in 1926 by Laura Mecum . While seeing these rocks I could easily picture the Indian settlements, the gold seekers pursuing their dream, and the first settlers going through the Gateways. The Fulbright teachers were given sometime to stay there for a walk through these amazing rock formations, so I had to take the chance although I must admit that my group got lost on the way back, but we managed to arrive right at the moment the bus was picking us to go back to the hotel.&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R5Afljz-6lI/AAAAAAAAARA/Ozg8AJqI_6Y/s1600-h/PA010986.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156656303468112466" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R5Afljz-6lI/AAAAAAAAARA/Ozg8AJqI_6Y/s200/PA010986.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R5AfmDz-6mI/AAAAAAAAARI/vP0IQtcwUL8/s1600-h/PA010988.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156656312058047074" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R5AfmDz-6mI/AAAAAAAAARI/vP0IQtcwUL8/s200/PA010988.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/850065483982467314-2920307533240619685?l=isabelabq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isabelabq.blogspot.com/feeds/2920307533240619685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=850065483982467314&amp;postID=2920307533240619685' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/850065483982467314/posts/default/2920307533240619685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/850065483982467314/posts/default/2920307533240619685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isabelabq.blogspot.com/2008/01/el-jardin-de-los-dioses-el-jardin-de.html' title=''/><author><name>ISABEL IN ABQ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03193624103179588196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R5Aavjz-6fI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/kSkuqQlnmeI/s72-c/PA010966.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-850065483982467314.post-336482797494239338</id><published>2008-01-16T20:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-16T21:17:11.506-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pike's peak</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;PIKE”S PEAK&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R47dyjz-6NI/AAAAAAAAAOA/iYCDEQtm3HY/s1600-h/P9300935.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156302484062267602" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="the train depot" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R47dyjz-6NI/AAAAAAAAAOA/iYCDEQtm3HY/s200/P9300935.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El 30 de Septiembre el grupo de maestros partimos hacia la pequeña estacion donde un tren nos llevaria a la punta de la montaña Pike &lt;a href="http://www.pikespeakcolorado.com/GeneralInformation.htm"&gt;http://www.pikespeakcolorado.com/GeneralInformation.htm&lt;/a&gt;, una Montaña muy famosa que esta a 14 110 pies de altura, durante el recorrido pudimos observar algunos lagos y pinos, ya en la cima el viento soplaba fuertisimo y el frio se hizo presente, habia parches de nieve junto a algunas de las rocas, afortunadamente la gente de Fulbright nos habia dicho que llevaramos ropa abrigadora y zapatos comodos para esa ocasion… viendo estos paisajes uno entiende la inspiacion de Katharine Lee Bates cuando escribio la cancion “America the beautiful” a finales de 1800’s… que disfruten estas fotos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R47exDz-6RI/AAAAAAAAAOg/LUuZCX9-hR8/s1600-h/P9300953.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156303557804091666" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="at the top" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R47exDz-6RI/AAAAAAAAAOg/LUuZCX9-hR8/s200/P9300953.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"O beautiful for spacious skies,For amber waves of grain,For purple mountain majestiesAbove the fruited plain!America! America!God shed His grace on thee,And crown thy good with brotherhoodFrom sea to shining sea!O beautiful for pilgrim feetWhose stern impassion'd stressA thorough fare for freedom beatAcross the wilderness.America! America!God mend thine ev'ry flaw,Confirm thy soul in self-control,Thy liberty in law.O beautiful for heroes prov'dIn liberating strife,Who more than self their country loved,And mercy more than life.America! America!May God thy gold refineTill all success be nobleness,And ev'ry gain divine.O beautiful for patriot dreamThat sees beyond the yearsThine alabster cities gleamUndimmed by human tears.America! America!God shed his grace on thee,And crown thy good with brotherhoodFrom sea to shining sea"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R47f2Dz-6UI/AAAAAAAAAO4/5PX7lLqs4Rw/s1600-h/P9300951.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156304743215065410" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="a nice view" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R47f2Dz-6UI/AAAAAAAAAO4/5PX7lLqs4Rw/s200/P9300951.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On September 30th the Fulbright group went to a small train depot where a trin would take us to the top of Pike’s Mountain , a very famous mountain that is 14 110 feet high. During our way up we could see some lakes and pines. At the top the wind was blowing strongly and it was really cold: there were&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some patches of snow beside some rocks , fortunately Fulbright had told us in advance we needed warm clothes and comfortable shoes for this occasion … looking at these landscapes I understand how Katherine Lee bates was inspired when she wrote “America the beautiful” by the end of 1800”s… enjoy the pictures!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;em&gt;"O beautiful for spacious skies,For amber waves of grain,For purple mountain majestiesAbove the fruited plain!America! America!God shed His grace on thee,And crown thy good with brotherhoodFrom sea to shining sea!O beautiful for pilgrim feetWhose stern impassion'd stressA thorough fare for freedom beatAcross the wilderness.America! America!God mend thine ev'ry flaw,Confirm thy soul in self-control,Thy liberty in law.O beautiful for heroes prov'dIn liberating strife,Who more than self their country loved,And mercy more than life.America! America!May God thy gold refineTill all success be nobleness,And ev'ry gain divine.O beautiful for patriot dreamThat sees beyond the yearsThine alabster cities gleamUndimmed by human tears.America! America!God shed his grace on thee,And crown thy good with brotherhoodFrom sea to shining sea &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R47g2Dz-6WI/AAAAAAAAAPI/dBnBxP40NjI/s1600-h/P9300959.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156305842726693218" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R47g2Dz-6WI/AAAAAAAAAPI/dBnBxP40NjI/s200/P9300959.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R47i4Dz-6eI/AAAAAAAAAQI/kGNlE3aI-Bs/s1600-h/P9300954.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R47i4Dz-6eI/AAAAAAAAAQI/kGNlE3aI-Bs/s200/P9300954.JPG" border="0" alt="with Rita"id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156308076109687266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/850065483982467314-336482797494239338?l=isabelabq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isabelabq.blogspot.com/feeds/336482797494239338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=850065483982467314&amp;postID=336482797494239338' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/850065483982467314/posts/default/336482797494239338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/850065483982467314/posts/default/336482797494239338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isabelabq.blogspot.com/2008/01/pikes-peak-el-30-de-septiembre-el-grupo.html' title='Pike&apos;s peak'/><author><name>ISABEL IN ABQ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03193624103179588196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R47dyjz-6NI/AAAAAAAAAOA/iYCDEQtm3HY/s72-c/P9300935.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-850065483982467314.post-8845657553433017874</id><published>2008-01-15T17:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-15T19:41:06.383-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>MY SECOND GROUP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoy di mi clase a mi segundo grupo y nuevamente tengo lo que llamo un salon "internacional" alumnos de Cuba, de Mexico, de Vietnam, una estudiante de Costa Rica, uno mas de China y una alumna de Chile, en total fueron 19 hoy pero tengo 27 en mi lista.Dentro del grupo habia caras conocidas pues ese habia sido mi grupo el cuatrimestre pasado. Se uqe tambien me va a encantar este grupo!.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today,I gave the class to my second group today and again I have what I call an "International group" :Students from Cuba, from Mexico, from Vietnam, a student from Costa Rica, one more from China and one from Chile ...there were 19 students in total but I have 26 in my roster. There were also some faces I knew since that had been my gruop the past quarter.I know I am also going to love this group!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COLORADO SPRINGS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R414Qjz-6FI/AAAAAAAAANA/7rBWZ5ds8C8/s1600-h/P9290924.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155909374295599186" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="our Western dinner" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R414Qjz-6FI/AAAAAAAAANA/7rBWZ5ds8C8/s200/P9290924.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R414Qzz-6GI/AAAAAAAAANI/oshtoo8Ac2k/s1600-h/P9290923.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155909378590566498" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R414Qzz-6GI/AAAAAAAAANI/oshtoo8Ac2k/s200/P9290923.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R414RDz-6HI/AAAAAAAAANQ/uHAScCEMwY4/s1600-h/P9290922.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155909382885533810" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R414RDz-6HI/AAAAAAAAANQ/uHAScCEMwY4/s200/P9290922.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R414RTz-6II/AAAAAAAAANY/cH8SyNFT-38/s1600-h/P9290921.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155909387180501122" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R414RTz-6II/AAAAAAAAANY/cH8SyNFT-38/s200/P9290921.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero bien, sigamos con los meses anteriores, estra vez voy a compartir algunas de mis fotos de Colorado Springs, lugar que tuve la oportunidad de conocer gracias a que la reunion para los maestros participantes en Fullbright fue organizada en ese lugar a finales de septiembre y principios de Octubre . Fulbright pidio que nuestros mentores o administradores asistieran asi que tuve la oportunidad de conocer de cerca a Janice Hart, la Directora del Depto de Ingles, gracias a este viaje nos hicimos mas amigas. ademas de nuestras reuniones con los mentores y con otros maestros tambien se planearon varias visitas...nuestra primera visita fue a una exposicion de fotografias de Frida Kahlo cerca del hotel, Rita y su mentor nos acompañaron. Despues a un restaurante tipo viejo Oeste que tenia muchas tiendas tipo cabañas y que estaba organizada como un pequeño pueblo del Viejo Oeste, despues de ver las tiendas y pasear por los alrededores, entramos a la cabaña principal en donde nos sirvieron una cena estilo Oeste en platos y tazas de peltre y gozamos de un espectaculo de musica acorde al lugar.&lt;br /&gt;Ahi estuvieron Rita y Paola dos maestras compañeras de Mexico quienes se sentaron n con Janice y conmigo y pudimos convivir por unas horas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R4156Dz-6JI/AAAAAAAAANg/DryREUJLVxU/s1600-h/P9290904.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155911186771798162" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="at the entrance" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R4156Dz-6JI/AAAAAAAAANg/DryREUJLVxU/s200/P9290904.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But well, I need to continue telling you about our previous months here. This time, I am going to share some of my pictures from Colorado Springs, where I had the opportunity to go because Fulbright had organized a meeting with the participant teachers and mentors by the end of September and beginnings of October Since Fulbright asked for our mentor’s participation, I had the opportunity to know Janice Hart, Director of the English Department, better. We actually became good friends after that. besides the meetings with mentors and or administrators, they had also planned some cultural visits. Our first visit was to an exhibit of Frida Kalho’s pictures at a nearby gallery… Rita and her mentor were also with us.&lt;br /&gt;After that, they took us to a restaurant type Old West with many stores in cabins and was organized like a small town. After seeing the stores and walking around the place, we entered the main cabin where they gave us dinner in old West style , with metal plates and cups and we enjoy a show of typical music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R416Qjz-6KI/AAAAAAAAANo/pwAuxC3FvF8/s1600-h/P9290900.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155911573318854818" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="Colo Springs " src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R416Qjz-6KI/AAAAAAAAANo/pwAuxC3FvF8/s200/P9290900.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R416rzz-6MI/AAAAAAAAAN4/6Kt-l3vlgdM/s1600-h/P9290905.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155912041470290114" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="old fashioned bakery" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R416rzz-6MI/AAAAAAAAAN4/6Kt-l3vlgdM/s200/P9290905.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/850065483982467314-8845657553433017874?l=isabelabq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isabelabq.blogspot.com/feeds/8845657553433017874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=850065483982467314&amp;postID=8845657553433017874' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/850065483982467314/posts/default/8845657553433017874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/850065483982467314/posts/default/8845657553433017874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isabelabq.blogspot.com/2008/01/my-second-group-hoy-di-mi-clase-mi.html' title=''/><author><name>ISABEL IN ABQ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03193624103179588196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R414Qjz-6FI/AAAAAAAAANA/7rBWZ5ds8C8/s72-c/P9290924.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-850065483982467314.post-8385030201753980641</id><published>2008-01-14T19:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-14T19:12:36.563-08:00</updated><title type='text'>CNM CONVO</title><content type='html'>FINALES DE SEPTIEMBRE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R4wjjzz-5zI/AAAAAAAAAKw/xpe9Z0_Gawg/s1600-h/P9280881.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R4wjjzz-5zI/AAAAAAAAAKw/xpe9Z0_Gawg/s200/P9280881.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155534771543009074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hasta ahora, he asitido a todas y cada una de las juntas de trabajo de la escuela… a traves de ellas me he dado cuenta que a pesar de estar en paises diferentes la ensenanza y sus problemas es basicamente la misma. En Esta ocasion me toco asitir a la convocatoria de la rectora de CNM a quien habia yo tenido oportunidad de conocer a pocos dias de mi llegada pues Gerry, Lis y yo fuimos invitadas para almorzar con ella… cuando llegue ella tenia un par de meses en el puesto.&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R4wjkDz-50I/AAAAAAAAAK4/DsRMydlq97E/s1600-h/P9280887.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R4wjkDz-50I/AAAAAAAAAK4/DsRMydlq97E/s200/P9280887.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155534775837976386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R4wjkzz-51I/AAAAAAAAALA/oisc5haIiUU/s1600-h/P9280890.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R4wjkzz-51I/AAAAAAAAALA/oisc5haIiUU/s200/P9280890.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155534788722878290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Todos los trabajadores de CNM asistieron a la convocatoria en el teatro de la Universidad…. Carol Culver, mi mentora y yo fuimos en los autobuses que designaron para ello. Este creo fue el primer evento de esta clase todos los directivos de areas dieron un pequeño discurso y en general se destaco el lado humano de CNM y como a traves de la ensenanza se lograba un gran impacto en la vida de quienes estudian en esta escuela. Hubo un relato muy conmovedor de un alumno que relato la importancia de CNM en su vida.&lt;br /&gt;Despues del evento tuvimos un pic nic en un parquet cercano a CNM y despues asistimos a nuestra junta de academia con carol quies resulto ser la coordinadora de la academia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R4wkNjz-52I/AAAAAAAAALI/12uDacq3Oi0/s1600-h/P9280888.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R4wkNjz-52I/AAAAAAAAALI/12uDacq3Oi0/s200/P9280888.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155535488802547554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far, I have attended each and every work meetings in the school… through these meetings I have realized that even though we are in different countries  when talking about teaching there are a lot of similarities and its problems are basically the same. This time I attended  to CNM’s president’s convocation  whom I had met a few days after my arrival since Guerry, Liz and I had been invited to have lunch with her… when I arrived  she had been  in that position for only a couple of months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R4wkODz-53I/AAAAAAAAALQ/u4hxRKNQK6g/s1600-h/P9280891.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R4wkODz-53I/AAAAAAAAALQ/u4hxRKNQK6g/s200/P9280891.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155535497392482162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R4wkOjz-54I/AAAAAAAAALY/18QQGBxuK8k/s1600-h/P9280892.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R4wkOjz-54I/AAAAAAAAALY/18QQGBxuK8k/s200/P9280892.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155535505982416770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All CNM staff attended the Convo in the University theater I went there by bus with Carol Culver, my mentor. I think this event was the first of this kind for CNM , all the Deans gave brief speeches about their departments and in general, the human side of CNM was pinpointed, how through teaching there was a great impact in the lives of those who study in this college. There was a very moving speech from a CNM student that said how CNM had made the difference in his life.&lt;br /&gt;After the convo we all had a picnic at a nearby park and after that we had our department meeting with Carol, who is the coordinator of all ESL teachers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/850065483982467314-8385030201753980641?l=isabelabq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isabelabq.blogspot.com/feeds/8385030201753980641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=850065483982467314&amp;postID=8385030201753980641' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/850065483982467314/posts/default/8385030201753980641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/850065483982467314/posts/default/8385030201753980641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isabelabq.blogspot.com/2008/01/cnm-convo.html' title='CNM CONVO'/><author><name>ISABEL IN ABQ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03193624103179588196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R4wjjzz-5zI/AAAAAAAAAKw/xpe9Z0_Gawg/s72-c/P9280881.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-850065483982467314.post-6342984630192593098</id><published>2008-01-14T18:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-14T18:26:39.947-08:00</updated><title type='text'>one of my favorite pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R4wWijz-5yI/AAAAAAAAAKo/H6h2gVcy5r4/s1600-h/P8090689.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R4wWijz-5yI/AAAAAAAAAKo/H6h2gVcy5r4/s200/P8090689.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155520456417011490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No podia dejar fuera una de mis fotos favoritas de old town, segun yo es mi mejor foto de la primera serie de fotos que tome. Espero les guste. &lt;br /&gt;Hoy inicio un nuevo periodo de clases para mi, en CNM, la clase de las 8:30 am ; en este grupo habia 3 caras conocidas: Pascuala y Husam, quienes asistieron regularmente a mi "club de conversacion" y Sithithapanya, quien estuvo en uno de mis grupos el periodo pasado... este primer dia me gusto mucho pues se ve que el grupo es muy participativo... mis clubes de conversacion empiezan hasta la semana proxima ya que se estan cambiando de edificio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't leave out one of my favorite photos of old town, in my opinion this is the best piscture of the first series of pictures.&lt;br /&gt;I started clases today at CNM, this class was at 8:30 am; in this group there were 3 known faces: Pascuala and Husam  who regulary attended my conversation club last quarter, and Sithithapanya, who was in one of my groups last quarter... I liked this day very much since i could see that the group is very participative...my conversation groups will start next week since they are moving to a closer building.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/850065483982467314-6342984630192593098?l=isabelabq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isabelabq.blogspot.com/feeds/6342984630192593098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=850065483982467314&amp;postID=6342984630192593098' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/850065483982467314/posts/default/6342984630192593098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/850065483982467314/posts/default/6342984630192593098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isabelabq.blogspot.com/2008/01/one-of-my-favorite-pictures.html' title='one of my favorite pictures'/><author><name>ISABEL IN ABQ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03193624103179588196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R4wWijz-5yI/AAAAAAAAAKo/H6h2gVcy5r4/s72-c/P8090689.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-850065483982467314.post-3887278494208629651</id><published>2008-01-13T18:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-13T19:14:15.459-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>LA FERIA ESTATAL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esta vez ya he añadido algunas direcciones de los lugares que aqui les menciono (aun a los que mencione anteriormente) por si quieren leer un poco mas de informacion.&lt;br /&gt;El 7 de Septiembre fuimos a la Feria Estatal de Nuevo Mexico aqui en ABQ, con mas de 100 anos de antiguedad &lt;a href="http://www.virtualalbuquerque.com/VirtualABQ/StateFair/"&gt;http://www.virtualalbuquerque.com/VirtualABQ/StateFair/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R4rRDDz-5qI/AAAAAAAAAJo/Tva6dsmCWbc/s1600-h/P9070818.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155162573972104866" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R4rRDDz-5qI/AAAAAAAAAJo/Tva6dsmCWbc/s200/P9070818.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R4rRDjz-5rI/AAAAAAAAAJw/l5of-9HGpBE/s1600-h/P9070827.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155162582562039474" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R4rRDjz-5rI/AAAAAAAAAJw/l5of-9HGpBE/s200/P9070827.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R4rREDz-5sI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/FN8oBrSHf5A/s1600-h/P9070837.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155162591151974082" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R4rREDz-5sI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/FN8oBrSHf5A/s200/P9070837.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R4rRETz-5tI/AAAAAAAAAKA/5B_7b6qkW9Q/s1600-h/P9070846.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155162595446941394" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R4rRETz-5tI/AAAAAAAAAKA/5B_7b6qkW9Q/s200/P9070846.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nuevamente invitados por Cynthia: el espacio de la feria era bastante grande… primero estuvimos en el pabellon hispano, escuchando a un mariachi despues caminamos por los diferentes espacios: habia otra villa dedicada a los pueblos indios, una mas dedicada a la cultura Africana, exhibidores con productos agricolas arreglados de manera muy artistica y mostrando sus medallones de premiacion, areas para Ganado vacuno, caprino, exhibicion avicola y cunicola, un pabellon de artes, etc…. nosotros llegamos como a la 1 y estuvimos ahi hasta las 7pm pero ese tiempo no nos alcanzo para ver todo! Debieron ver mis pies al dia siguiente !Planeamos regresar en otra ocasion… pero al final nunca lo hicimos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time I have added some addresses for those places that I mention here (even to those I mentioned before) just in case you would like to read more about them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R4rRujz-5uI/AAAAAAAAAKI/1_cYhsuyCK0/s1600-h/64993061_bcab668901_m%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155163321296414434" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R4rRujz-5uI/AAAAAAAAAKI/1_cYhsuyCK0/s200/64993061_bcab668901_m%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R4rRuzz-5vI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/OtDV_nTGtq0/s1600-h/245013552_2475d6e1b0_m%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155163325591381746" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R4rRuzz-5vI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/OtDV_nTGtq0/s200/245013552_2475d6e1b0_m%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R4rRuzz-5wI/AAAAAAAAAKY/wYj7I4AuTfc/s1600-h/263947316_faefa193ef_m%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155163325591381762" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R4rRuzz-5wI/AAAAAAAAAKY/wYj7I4AuTfc/s200/263947316_faefa193ef_m%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R4rRuzz-5xI/AAAAAAAAAKg/R3LrO1MO6vk/s1600-h/1348753910_244185a7b3_m%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155163325591381778" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R4rRuzz-5xI/AAAAAAAAAKg/R3LrO1MO6vk/s200/1348753910_244185a7b3_m%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On September 7th we went to the New Mexico State Fair here in ABQ, which is over 100 years old, once again invited by Cynthia: the space of the fair was very big… first we were in the Hispanic pavilion, listening to some mariachi music, then we walked through the different sites: there was a pavilion dedicated to the Indian tribes, one more for the African culture, exhibits with agricultrural products arranged in a very artistic way and showing the fair prizes: there were also special places for the cattle, horses, poultry, horses and rabbits, and art pavilion, etc… we Arrived there at about one and were there until 7pm but time was not enough to see everything ! You should have seen my feet the next day! we planned to go back later… but in the end we never did.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/850065483982467314-3887278494208629651?l=isabelabq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isabelabq.blogspot.com/feeds/3887278494208629651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=850065483982467314&amp;postID=3887278494208629651' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/850065483982467314/posts/default/3887278494208629651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/850065483982467314/posts/default/3887278494208629651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isabelabq.blogspot.com/2008/01/la-feria-estatal-esta-vez-ya-he-aadido.html' title=''/><author><name>ISABEL IN ABQ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03193624103179588196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R4rRDDz-5qI/AAAAAAAAAJo/Tva6dsmCWbc/s72-c/P9070818.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-850065483982467314.post-3969982289652603739</id><published>2008-01-12T21:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-12T21:15:53.421-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>La Universidad de Nuevo Mexico (UNM)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R4mdATz-5kI/AAAAAAAAAI4/SGo6D-rdYuY/s1600-h/P9020798.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R4mdATz-5kI/AAAAAAAAAI4/SGo6D-rdYuY/s200/P9020798.JPG" border="0" alt="UNM entrance"id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154823877146109506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pues ya estamos en Septiembre y en una de nuestras salidas atravesamos &lt;br /&gt;el campus de la Universidad de Nuevo Mexico (UNM) que esta muy cerca de CNM . Esta Universidad se fundo en 1889 y su campus principal atiende aproximadamente a 25 000 estudiantes. En este campus hay una libreria, biblioteca teatro y multiples edificios de las diferentes facultades… cuando caminamos a traves del campus descubrimos un lago artificial y algunas esculturas. Muchos de sus edificios estan construidos en estilo pueblo indio, otros son mas modernos.&lt;br /&gt; Hay tambien muchos arboles y considerando lo arido de ABQ debe ser muy caro su mantenimiento . ya que por lo menos durante el verano hay dias y horarios especificos para regar el cesped. El equipo de futbol son “los Lobos”  por lo que se puede ver su logo en muchos lugares de ABQ. &lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R4mdAjz-5lI/AAAAAAAAAJA/PUs5Ex4tjAA/s1600-h/P9020806.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R4mdAjz-5lI/AAAAAAAAAJA/PUs5Ex4tjAA/s200/P9020806.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154823881441076818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R4mdBTz-5mI/AAAAAAAAAJI/rxIJGMP9W-4/s1600-h/P9020809.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R4mdBTz-5mI/AAAAAAAAAJI/rxIJGMP9W-4/s200/P9020809.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154823894325978722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R4mdBjz-5nI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/JL2AqirHglg/s1600-h/P9020807.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R4mdBjz-5nI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/JL2AqirHglg/s200/P9020807.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154823898620946034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well we are already in September an in one of our outings we were through the University of New Mexico Campus (UNM).which is very near CNM. This university was founded in 1889 and its main campus has about 25 000 students. In this campus there is a bookstore, a library, a theater and many buildings for the different schools…when we walked through the campus we discovered a small artificial lake  and some sculptures. Many of its buildings are Indio Pueblo style but others are more modern. There are many threes and nice grass whose maintenance must be very expensive due to this arid area: at least during summer there are even special days and hours when people can water their plants. The football team is the “LOBOS” so you can see its logo in many places around ABQ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R4mdsTz-5oI/AAAAAAAAAJY/OCkb43okF84/s1600-h/P9020811.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R4mdsTz-5oI/AAAAAAAAAJY/OCkb43okF84/s200/P9020811.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154824633060353666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R4mdszz-5pI/AAAAAAAAAJg/cS5vou-yeKA/s1600-h/P9020812.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R4mdszz-5pI/AAAAAAAAAJg/cS5vou-yeKA/s200/P9020812.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154824641650288274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/850065483982467314-3969982289652603739?l=isabelabq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isabelabq.blogspot.com/feeds/3969982289652603739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=850065483982467314&amp;postID=3969982289652603739' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/850065483982467314/posts/default/3969982289652603739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/850065483982467314/posts/default/3969982289652603739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isabelabq.blogspot.com/2008/01/la-universidad-de-nuevo-mexico-unm-pues.html' title=''/><author><name>ISABEL IN ABQ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03193624103179588196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R4mdATz-5kI/AAAAAAAAAI4/SGo6D-rdYuY/s72-c/P9020798.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-850065483982467314.post-4831931640995751527</id><published>2008-01-12T20:04:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-12T20:15:07.893-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>INICIO DE ACTIVIDADES&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finalmente, nuestras “vacaciones”  se acabaron e iniciamos clases el 26 de Agosto… los martes y los jueves daba clases en MS mis grupos: ESL 450  de 9 a 11:20 y ESL 350 de 12:00 a 1:50 … &lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R4mOuDz-5eI/AAAAAAAAAII/V3FGRbwDNKY/s1600-h/P9180877.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R4mOuDz-5eI/AAAAAAAAAII/V3FGRbwDNKY/s200/P9180877.JPG" border="0" alt="my esl450"id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154808170450707938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R4mOuzz-5fI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/-ecARGzYlbs/s1600-h/P9180878.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R4mOuzz-5fI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/-ecARGzYlbs/s200/P9180878.JPG" border="0" alt="esl 450"id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154808183335609842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;los lunes y miercoles estaba en otro edificio con los clubes de conversacion… durante el periodo de otoño esa seria mi carga normal y usualmente llegaba a la escuela a las 8:30 y salia a las 3;30… para poder tomar el autobus.&lt;br /&gt;El inicio fue el mas duro para mi pues tenia que entender la mecanica de la escuela … los departamentos, quien hacia que… pero sobre todo la bendita tecnologia… yo creo que el 90 % de las cosas se hacen por internet. Gracias a Shane, hijo de Nancy, pude trabajar en casa usando su laptop (la cual todavia uso para trabajar desde casa!)&lt;br /&gt;En lo que respecta a mis clases no fue dificil para mi el trabajar pues en el Centro de Idiomas de la Universidad Veracruzana, daba clases de ingles y aqui iba a hacer lo mismo!!! &lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R4mOxDz-5gI/AAAAAAAAAIY/hHcp4eAy6yg/s1600-h/P9180879.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R4mOxDz-5gI/AAAAAAAAAIY/hHcp4eAy6yg/s200/P9180879.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154808221990315522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R4mOyDz-5hI/AAAAAAAAAIg/P6C1iURRB-0/s1600-h/P9180880.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R4mOyDz-5hI/AAAAAAAAAIg/P6C1iURRB-0/s200/P9180880.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154808239170184722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El primer dia fue un poco incierto pues no tenia una idea muy clara  del nivel de mis alumnos, pero despues de la primera clase todo estuvo bien… lo mismo paso con mi club de conversaci’on… el cual requeria mucho de mi tiempo pues estuve Armando una antologia con material para usar en cada una de las sesiones… como a mi me encanta conocer otras culturas los clubes de conversacion fueron excelentes para ello pues tuve alumnos de Etiopia, Tibet, Egipto, Brasil, Iran, Tanzania, Peru, Cuba y por supuesto varios mexicanos… tambien tuve algunos alumnos de otros paises en mis salones de clases ( Costa Rica, panama, cuba, Iran, Vietnam y Laos) pero nuevamente, la mayoria eran mexicanos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, our “vacation” was over and we started classes on the 26th of August  Tuesdays and Thursdays I was giving classes at MS. My groups: ESL 5:50 form 9:30 to 11:20 and ESL 350 from 12:00 to 1:50 On Mondays and Wednesdays I was in the other building with 2 conversation groups. These would be my activities for the fall quarter I would usually arrive at CNM at 8:30 and would leave at 3: 15 or 3:30 to be able to catch the bus back home. &lt;br /&gt;The beginning was the hardest part since I had to understand the school logistics… the departments, who did what, and specially the technology! I think 90% of the things are done through the web. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to Shane, Nancy’s son I could have much of the work done because he lent me his lap top (which I still have and I am still using).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As to my classes, they were not difficult for me since and I was going to do the same here!!!! The first day was a little uncertain because I did not have a clear idea of my student’s level of language. Everything was OK after the first class… the same thing happened with the conversation groups which required a lot of my time because I was compiling material for using it on each work session   …  Since I just love to know about other cultures the conversation clubs were excellent for that as  I had students from  Ethiopia, Tibet, Egypt, Brazil, Iran, Tanzania, Peru, Cuba and of course many Mexicans there were also students from other countries in my classes ( Costa Rica, Panama, Cuba, Iran, Vietnam and Laos) but again, most of them were mexicans.&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R4mPmzz-5iI/AAAAAAAAAIo/k66BhF1uC4k/s1600-h/P9120874.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R4mPmzz-5iI/AAAAAAAAAIo/k66BhF1uC4k/s200/P9120874.JPG" border="0" alt="my first conversation group"id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154809145408284194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R4mPojz-5jI/AAAAAAAAAIw/I_UigFp4oAI/s1600-h/P9120875.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R4mPojz-5jI/AAAAAAAAAIw/I_UigFp4oAI/s200/P9120875.JPG" border="0" alt="my fall conv group"id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154809175473055282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/850065483982467314-4831931640995751527?l=isabelabq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isabelabq.blogspot.com/feeds/4831931640995751527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=850065483982467314&amp;postID=4831931640995751527' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/850065483982467314/posts/default/4831931640995751527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/850065483982467314/posts/default/4831931640995751527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isabelabq.blogspot.com/2008/01/inicio-de-actividades-finalmente.html' title=''/><author><name>ISABEL IN ABQ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03193624103179588196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R4mOuDz-5eI/AAAAAAAAAII/V3FGRbwDNKY/s72-c/P9180877.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-850065483982467314.post-1708271333125012113</id><published>2008-01-12T18:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-12T18:28:42.938-08:00</updated><title type='text'>los lectores de mi blog</title><content type='html'>Acabo de checar  google analytics para ver quien habia leido mi blog... una vez mas tengo que agradecer a Nancy por haberme ensenado lo que se podia hacer con este blog... hasta ahora he tenido 50 visitas:26 visitas de los EEUU y 24 de Mexico. incluso puedo ver las ciudades de donde lo leyeron... que padre!!!El dia 10 de Enero que creo fue cuando mande a mis amigos y familia la direccion hubo 22 personas viendo mi blog... espero lo sigan haciendo pues continuare escribiendo durante mi estancia aqui... por cierto GRACIAS TONO por tus comentarios!!!.I have just checked google analytics to see who had read my blog...once again I have to thank Nancy King for having taught me what I can do with this blog... I have had 50 visits so far: 26 from the US and 24 from Mexico. I can even see the cities where it was read... great!January 10th was the day when I think sent the link to my family and friends and there were 22 visits on my blog...I hope you will continue doing it since I will continue writing during my stay here... by the way THANKS TONO FOR YOUR COMMENTS!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/850065483982467314-1708271333125012113?l=isabelabq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isabelabq.blogspot.com/feeds/1708271333125012113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=850065483982467314&amp;postID=1708271333125012113' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/850065483982467314/posts/default/1708271333125012113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/850065483982467314/posts/default/1708271333125012113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isabelabq.blogspot.com/2008/01/los-lectores-de-mi-blog.html' title='los lectores de mi blog'/><author><name>ISABEL IN ABQ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03193624103179588196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-850065483982467314.post-3001875804416773718</id><published>2008-01-12T10:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-03T17:58:39.178-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;EL CENTRO CULTURAL HISPANO &lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R4kNrzz-5RI/AAAAAAAAAGg/tdJef-S4xaQ/s1600-h/P8180785.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154666294796018962" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="The Hispanic Cultural Center" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R4kNrzz-5RI/AAAAAAAAAGg/tdJef-S4xaQ/s200/P8180785.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Nancy pidio a algunos de sus compañeros de trabajo y amigos que nos ayudaran a adaptarnos a nuestro Nuevo ambiente… asi fue como conocimos a Cynthia, Wooley una maestra Americana que habla español casi a la perfeccion y que ama nuestro pais y su Cultura… la primera cita con ella fue en el Centro Cultural Hispano, en la calle 4th, &lt;a href="http://www.nhccnm.org/"&gt;http://www.nhccnm.org/&lt;/a&gt; ese dia habia un evento del Instituto Cervantes para dar a conocer los cursos de español… &lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R4kNszz-5SI/AAAAAAAAAGo/M9GRw8Ui5T4/s1600-h/P8180786.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154666311975888162" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R4kNszz-5SI/AAAAAAAAAGo/M9GRw8Ui5T4/s200/P8180786.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me llamo mucho la atención que en la entrada del museo habia una manta que anunciaba un evento llamado “La presencia Africana en Mexico”, como muchos saben se dice que mexico tiene 3 raices: la indigena, la africana y la europea. En una mampara a la entrada del Centro Cultural se mencionaba a Yanga… una poblacion de mi estado que lleva ese nombre en honor a un esclavo negro muy importante para la historia de esta region. &lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R4kNtTz-5TI/AAAAAAAAAGw/eSo0BH9YR6A/s1600-h/P8180787.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154666320565822770" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R4kNtTz-5TI/AAAAAAAAAGw/eSo0BH9YR6A/s200/P8180787.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Despues de visitar el lugar , Cynthia nos invito a un restaurante con comida tipica de Nuevo Mexico muy cerca del centro Cultural Hispano (Barela’s), este es tambien el nombre de un barrio en ABQ.. Cesar pidio pozole, yo carne adobada y Chyntia un chile relleno. Cynthia nos dio nuestra primera clase : cuando se habla de Chiles en Nuevo Mexico la pregunta es: “Rojo o verde?” . Para llegar ahi Cesar y yo caminamos y aproveche para tomar algunas fotos camino al Centro Cultural.&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R4kPYzz-5UI/AAAAAAAAAG4/KUtf2ObmqY8/s1600-h/P8180788.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154668167401760066" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="Inside the Cultural Center" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R4kPYzz-5UI/AAAAAAAAAG4/KUtf2ObmqY8/s200/P8180788.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Nancy asked some of her friends and colleagues to help us in adapting to our new environment… that was how we met Cynthia Wooley, and American ESL teacher that speaks Spanish almost perfectly and who is in love with our country and its culture. We met for the first time at the Hispanic Cultural Center on fourth street. On that day, there was an opening house from the Cervantes Institute, so they were giving information about their Spanish courses.Something that called my attention was the fact that there was a big poster announcing an event called “The African presence in Mexico” as many of you know, it is says that Mexico has 3 roots: native Indian, African and European. There was a big notice at the entrance of the cultural center that mentioned Yanga… a town in my state that has that name to honor an African slave who was very important for the history of this region.After the Hispanic Center Cynthia invited us to a restaurant of typical new Mexican Food very near that center called barela’s , this is also the name of that area in ABQ… Cesar had a pozole, I had carne adobada and Cyntia a Chile relleno. Cynthia gave us our first class: when one talks about chillis in new Mexico, the question is “red or green”? . Cesar and I walked to get to the Cultural Center and I had the chance to take some pictures on our way. &lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R4kPZjz-5VI/AAAAAAAAAHA/BgfKpoaKzEs/s1600-h/P8180778.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154668180286661970" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="a nice urban mural" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R4kPZjz-5VI/AAAAAAAAAHA/BgfKpoaKzEs/s200/P8180778.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R4kPaTz-5WI/AAAAAAAAAHI/5R3qTMM4VZo/s1600-h/P8180783.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154668193171563874" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R4kPaTz-5WI/AAAAAAAAAHI/5R3qTMM4VZo/s200/P8180783.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R4kPajz-5XI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/5g0g-uGXYpw/s1600-h/P9010795.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154668197466531186" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R4kPajz-5XI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/5g0g-uGXYpw/s200/P9010795.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R4kPbTz-5YI/AAAAAAAAAHY/DQlFn5bTdP8/s1600-h/P9010796.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154668210351433090" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R4kPbTz-5YI/AAAAAAAAAHY/DQlFn5bTdP8/s200/P9010796.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R4kR-jz-5ZI/AAAAAAAAAHg/FrmKIED4N4M/s1600-h/P8180777.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154671014965077394" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R4kR-jz-5ZI/AAAAAAAAAHg/FrmKIED4N4M/s200/P8180777.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/850065483982467314-3001875804416773718?l=isabelabq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isabelabq.blogspot.com/feeds/3001875804416773718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=850065483982467314&amp;postID=3001875804416773718' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/850065483982467314/posts/default/3001875804416773718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/850065483982467314/posts/default/3001875804416773718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isabelabq.blogspot.com/2008/01/el-centro-cultural-hispano-nancy-pidio.html' title=''/><author><name>ISABEL IN ABQ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03193624103179588196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R4kNrzz-5RI/AAAAAAAAAGg/tdJef-S4xaQ/s72-c/P8180785.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-850065483982467314.post-6511133510747199811</id><published>2008-01-11T17:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-11T18:01:37.544-08:00</updated><title type='text'>MEDIADOS DE AGOSTO</title><content type='html'>EL CENTRO DE ABQ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R4gcxTz-5KI/AAAAAAAAAFo/RP3J4FUecyM/s1600-h/P8090659.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R4gcxTz-5KI/AAAAAAAAAFo/RP3J4FUecyM/s200/P8090659.JPG" border="0" alt="right across from the visitor's center"id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154401406983005346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Todavia estoy escribiendo sobre el mes de Agosto.... me gustaria que pudieran ver todas las fotos que he tomado. Los que me conocen saben que me encanta la fotografia (por cierto, si quieren ver las fotos con mayor detalle solo tienen que hacer click sobre la foto para que la vean mas en grande y apreciar los detalles). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R4gcxjz-5LI/AAAAAAAAAFw/n0hHCF7SoZo/s1600-h/P8090660.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R4gcxjz-5LI/AAAAAAAAAFw/n0hHCF7SoZo/s200/P8090660.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154401411277972658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R4gcxzz-5MI/AAAAAAAAAF4/xYMfAIb4gTE/s1600-h/P8090661.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R4gcxzz-5MI/AAAAAAAAAF4/xYMfAIb4gTE/s200/P8090661.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154401415572939970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;en una de nuestras salidas Cesar y yo nos dedicamos a conocer un poco el centro de Albuquerque, no hay edificios que impresionen por su grandeza pero para los observadores, el centro esta lleno de detalles. Aqui hay algunos de esos edificios y algunas de las tantas representaciones artisticas que hacen de este lugar un lugar especial (como por ejemplo, los detalles de simbologia india en cada poste).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R4gcyTz-5NI/AAAAAAAAAGA/k5FB8WtnyPY/s1600-h/P8090664.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R4gcyTz-5NI/AAAAAAAAAGA/k5FB8WtnyPY/s200/P8090664.JPG" border="0" alt="la ruta historica 66"id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154401424162874578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am still writing about our experiences from last august... I would like you to be able to see all my pictures. Everybody who knows me well knows that I love photography (by the way, if you want to see these pictures in detail just click on them and they will be the normal size). In one of our outtings Cesar and I were walking around downtown Albuquerque, there are no big impressive buildings however, for those who take the time to observe,downtown is full of details. here you have some of the buildings and some artistic street works that make this place so special (for example the Indian motives on the light posts)&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R4gfHjz-5OI/AAAAAAAAAGI/xuVYLjnA5MY/s1600-h/P8090657.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R4gfHjz-5OI/AAAAAAAAAGI/xuVYLjnA5MY/s200/P8090657.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154403988258350306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R4gfHzz-5PI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/NY8L-L2mrmw/s1600-h/P8130732.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R4gfHzz-5PI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/NY8L-L2mrmw/s200/P8130732.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154403992553317618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R4gfIDz-5QI/AAAAAAAAAGY/erNimiuNhsM/s1600-h/P8130734.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R4gfIDz-5QI/AAAAAAAAAGY/erNimiuNhsM/s200/P8130734.JPG" border="0" alt="one of the many murals in the parking lots"id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154403996848284930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/850065483982467314-6511133510747199811?l=isabelabq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isabelabq.blogspot.com/feeds/6511133510747199811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=850065483982467314&amp;postID=6511133510747199811' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/850065483982467314/posts/default/6511133510747199811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/850065483982467314/posts/default/6511133510747199811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isabelabq.blogspot.com/2008/01/mediados-de-agosto.html' title='MEDIADOS DE AGOSTO'/><author><name>ISABEL IN ABQ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03193624103179588196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R4gcxTz-5KI/AAAAAAAAAFo/RP3J4FUecyM/s72-c/P8090659.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-850065483982467314.post-7396496977224495221</id><published>2008-01-10T19:45:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-12T19:06:10.038-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R4l86zz-5aI/AAAAAAAAAHo/5xAeq2krU9c/s1600-h/P8090667.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154788598284740002" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R4l86zz-5aI/AAAAAAAAAHo/5xAeq2krU9c/s200/P8090667.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALBUQUERQUE&lt;br /&gt;Ya que las clases no empezaban hasta el 26 Cesar y yo tuvimos la oportunidad de conocer algunos lugares de Albuquerque (ABQ)… fuimos al area Antigua (old town)&lt;a href="http://www.alboquerqueoldtown.com/"&gt;http://www.alboquerqueoldtown.com/&lt;/a&gt;, lugar que data desde 1706. Ahi pudimos ver las construcciones tipicas de adobe y muchisimas tiendas con cosas tipicas del lugar. Habia tambien un lugar designado en uno de los corredores, especial para que los indios nativos vendieran sus trabajos principalmente de joyeria en piedras del lugar y plata… esto me hizo recordar el Callejon del Diamante en Xalapa&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R4l87Tz-5bI/AAAAAAAAAHw/iEI_-XMXQR0/s1600-h/P8090671.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154788606874674610" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R4l87Tz-5bI/AAAAAAAAAHw/iEI_-XMXQR0/s200/P8090671.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R4l87zz-5cI/AAAAAAAAAH4/9uY0HuNJUgA/s1600-h/P8090676.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154788615464609218" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R4l87zz-5cI/AAAAAAAAAH4/9uY0HuNJUgA/s200/P8090676.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R4l88Tz-5dI/AAAAAAAAAIA/qNKpup_gEdc/s1600-h/P8090681.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154788624054543826" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R4l88Tz-5dI/AAAAAAAAAIA/qNKpup_gEdc/s200/P8090681.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;En otra de nuestras incursiones visitamos el teatro Kimo, un teatro decorado con motivos indios (estilo pueblo) que data de 1927. El interior que nos gusto muchisimo: craneos de Ganado como lamparas y la decoración del techo y paredes lo hacen unico, aunque me pregunto que tan autentico es.. el teatro Kimo no es un museo es un teatro donde uno puede asistir a ver algunas obras, sin embargo,sus murales , asientos , lamparas y demas objetos hacen que uno se sienta en una atmosfera diferente : En lugar en si, vale mucho la pena.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R4btoTz-4_I/AAAAAAAAAEA/UhJYslg8Nxk/s1600-h/P8130731.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154068100340966386" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R4btoTz-4_I/AAAAAAAAAEA/UhJYslg8Nxk/s200/P8130731.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R4btojz-5AI/AAAAAAAAAEI/0dEKe6p7Ko4/s1600-h/P8130701.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154068104635933698" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R4btojz-5AI/AAAAAAAAAEI/0dEKe6p7Ko4/s200/P8130701.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R4btpDz-5BI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/k4LwsxGZvJw/s1600-h/P8130702.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154068113225868306" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R4btpDz-5BI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/k4LwsxGZvJw/s200/P8130702.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Otro dia asistimos por invitación de CNM a un tour guiado al museo del globo aerostatico (Ballon Fiesta Park Museum) en donde nos enseñaron a fabricar un globo con papel de china que pudimos lanzar al aire y donde nos hablaron de los diversos globos aerostaticos y demas cosas relacionadas que tienen en el pequeño pero muy completo museo, ademas de que uno de los pilotos nos dio una platica y mostro fotos de ascenso en globos y de el festival internacional que se realiza cada año en Octubre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since classes did not start until the 26th, Cesar and I had the opportunity to see some places in Albuquerque (ABQ) … We went to old Town,dating from 1706 where we saw the typical adobe buildings lots of stores there! There was also a trading spot for the American Indians to sell their stone and silver jewelry works. This place made me think of the Callejon del Diamante in my city, Xalapa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other day We visited the Kimo Theater (built in 1927) we liked it very much, its interior had lots of Pueblo Indian motives: cattle skulls as lamps, mural paintings and ornaments on ceilings make this building unique. This is not a museum, people can actually see plays in here. While there, we felt in a different world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R4bzJTz-5DI/AAAAAAAAAEg/c5tgPAer6Gc/s1600-h/P8130713.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154074164834788402" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R4bzJTz-5DI/AAAAAAAAAEg/c5tgPAer6Gc/s200/P8130713.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R4bzIjz-5CI/AAAAAAAAAEY/4wzhzUOml0I/s1600-h/P8130712.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154074151949886498" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R4bzIjz-5CI/AAAAAAAAAEY/4wzhzUOml0I/s200/P8130712.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R4bzJzz-5EI/AAAAAAAAAEo/3rMGzYT42b4/s1600-h/P8130716.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154074173424723010" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R4bzJzz-5EI/AAAAAAAAAEo/3rMGzYT42b4/s200/P8130716.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On other day, CNM invited us to a guided tour at the Balloon Fiesta Park&lt;a href="http://www.ballonfiesta.com/"&gt;http://www.ballonfiesta.com/&lt;/a&gt; where they taught us to make balloons with tissue paper and we successfully sent them to the sky. They also told us about the exhibits at that museum and we heard a talk about Balloon ascension and the International Balloon Fiesta in October. I waS really looking forwArd to that international event!&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R4b2njz-5FI/AAAAAAAAAEw/B5SlidEtCcM/s1600-h/P8150750.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154077983060714578" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R4b2njz-5FI/AAAAAAAAAEw/B5SlidEtCcM/s200/P8150750.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R4b2nzz-5GI/AAAAAAAAAE4/i74inOvBrbg/s1600-h/P8150753.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154077987355681890" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="our ballon did fly!" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R4b2nzz-5GI/AAAAAAAAAE4/i74inOvBrbg/s200/P8150753.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R4b2oDz-5HI/AAAAAAAAAFA/MPoezYDqnRQ/s1600-h/P8150755.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154077991650649202" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R4b2oDz-5HI/AAAAAAAAAFA/MPoezYDqnRQ/s200/P8150755.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R4b2oTz-5II/AAAAAAAAAFI/tBXKjep5QBI/s1600-h/P8150764.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154077995945616514" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R4b2oTz-5II/AAAAAAAAAFI/tBXKjep5QBI/s200/P8150764.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R4b2ozz-5JI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/f_Eq-D7HEQg/s1600-h/P8150772.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154078004535551122" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R4b2ozz-5JI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/f_Eq-D7HEQg/s200/P8150772.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/850065483982467314-7396496977224495221?l=isabelabq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isabelabq.blogspot.com/feeds/7396496977224495221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=850065483982467314&amp;postID=7396496977224495221' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/850065483982467314/posts/default/7396496977224495221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/850065483982467314/posts/default/7396496977224495221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isabelabq.blogspot.com/2008/01/albuquerque-ya-que-las-clases-no_10.html' title=''/><author><name>ISABEL IN ABQ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03193624103179588196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R4l86zz-5aI/AAAAAAAAAHo/5xAeq2krU9c/s72-c/P8090667.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-850065483982467314.post-7507681045304367569</id><published>2008-01-09T19:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-12T18:44:10.202-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CNM'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>MY COLLEGE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R4WWqTz-42I/AAAAAAAAAC4/C8jUbbF7mco/s1600-h/PA081108.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153691002212377442" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="desde la parada de mi autobus" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R4WWqTz-42I/AAAAAAAAAC4/C8jUbbF7mco/s200/PA081108.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entre las primeras cosas nos dedicamos a familiarizarnos con el area… Nancy nos llevo a Central New Mexico Community College (CNM)&lt;a href="http://www.cnm.edu/"&gt;http://WWW.CNM.EDU&lt;/a&gt;, en el depto llamado ECA en donde nos presento a mucha gente entre directivos, maestros y tecnicos que trabajan ahi… por ejemplo, Gerry Mc Broom, la directora del Departamento, Lou Anne Lundgren, Directora Asociada, Lis Turkheimer, Linda pope y janice heart, directora del depto de Ingles. Uno de los directivos (Stephen Sanchez, director of the Student Transitional Program Div of Educational and Career Advancement) me dio un tour por el campus y tuve la oportunidad de conocer tanto el edificio donde estaria dando mis clases Max Salazar, como el edificio donde estaria impartiendo los clubes de Conversación&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R4WWqzz-43I/AAAAAAAAADA/gJnT89ZUjUY/s1600-h/PA081115.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153691010802312050" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="the JS Building" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R4WWqzz-43I/AAAAAAAAADA/gJnT89ZUjUY/s200/PA081115.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;llamado Jenniffer Stronbergh(donde esta la biblioteca y el Centro de Aprendizaje) en esos momentos tenian una convivencia dentro de los talleres que estaban tomando asi que Randy, su director aprovecho para presentarme.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R4WY1zz-45I/AAAAAAAAADQ/V0Swl8BBVLw/s1600-h/P8080654.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153693398804128658" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R4WY1zz-45I/AAAAAAAAADQ/V0Swl8BBVLw/s200/P8080654.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Among the first things we did was to get familiarized with the area… Nancy took us to Central New Mexico Community College (CNM), in the ECA dept where she introduced us to a lot of people: directors, chairs, deans, technicians, coaches that worked there.. one of those people gave me a tour through the Campus and I had the opportunity to know the building where I would be teaching (Max Salazar) as well as the Jennifer stroenghbergh building, (at the learning center) where I would be giving my conversation clubs. The staff there was having a lunch break from some training sessions when I arrived and I was introduced to everyone at that moment by Randy, their Director&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R4WY1Tz-44I/AAAAAAAAADI/vkfj3fDLImE/s1600-h/P8080653.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153693390214194050" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="lunch time" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R4WY1Tz-44I/AAAAAAAAADI/vkfj3fDLImE/s200/P8080653.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R4WY2Dz-46I/AAAAAAAAADY/fxXcOQN6LBQ/s1600-h/P8080655.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153693403099095970" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="tutors taking part" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R4WY2Dz-46I/AAAAAAAAADY/fxXcOQN6LBQ/s200/P8080655.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/850065483982467314-7507681045304367569?l=isabelabq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isabelabq.blogspot.com/feeds/7507681045304367569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=850065483982467314&amp;postID=7507681045304367569' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/850065483982467314/posts/default/7507681045304367569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/850065483982467314/posts/default/7507681045304367569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isabelabq.blogspot.com/2008/01/my-college-entre-las-primeras-cosas-nos.html' title=''/><author><name>ISABEL IN ABQ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03193624103179588196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R4WWqTz-42I/AAAAAAAAAC4/C8jUbbF7mco/s72-c/PA081108.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-850065483982467314.post-320321249912279753</id><published>2008-01-09T18:58:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-09T19:19:07.100-08:00</updated><title type='text'>NUESTROS PRIMEROS DIAS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;NUESTRO DEPARTAMENTO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R4WLizz-4xI/AAAAAAAAACM/4aBTelnrqEo/s1600-h/P9290898.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153678778735452946" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="1200 MADEIRA SE " src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R4WLizz-4xI/AAAAAAAAACM/4aBTelnrqEo/s200/P9290898.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nuestra casa al llegar fue un estudio que mi contraparte, la maestra Nancy King nos consiguió y amuebló con cosas de ella y otros maestros… hasta flores y una pequeña despensa estaban ya esperandonos… &lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R4WLjDz-4yI/AAAAAAAAACU/PVkyifd2mOU/s1600-h/P9280894.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153678783030420258" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="APT 204 2ND DOOR ON THE LEFT" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R4WLjDz-4yI/AAAAAAAAACU/PVkyifd2mOU/s200/P9280894.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nuestra primera incursion fue a un conocido supermercado que estaba a solo 20 minutos caminando… excuso decir que Cesar (mi esposo) y yo eramos los unicos locos caminando bajo ese sol y el tremedo calor de temperaturas que sobrepasaban los 90o Fahrenheit, pero nos sirvió para despejarnos despues de un viaje un poco ajetreado pues viajamos por separado y el llegó una hora antes que yo a Albuquerque… &lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R4WLlDz-4zI/AAAAAAAAACc/D97fe-sAyV8/s1600-h/P9290895.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153678817390158642" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="THE SWIMMING POOL" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R4WLlDz-4zI/AAAAAAAAACc/D97fe-sAyV8/s200/P9290895.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ya me imagino a Carmen (cuñada de Nancy) y a Cesar tratando de conversar sin saber el idioma del otro. Carmen nos recogió en el aeropuerto y nos llevo al depto. Al dia siguiente el hermano de Nancy (David) y Carmen nos llevaron a contratar un servicio de telefono y a hacer las primeras compras, por cierto, en el supermercado no me aceptaron mi tarjeta de debito Mexicana porque no tenia mi nombre y pensaban que podria no ser mia… Tambien nos llevaron a comer nuestro primer platillo Nuevo mexicano a un lugar llamado Chilli’s.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R4WN6Dz-40I/AAAAAAAAACo/ijiEE34yXDk/s1600-h/P8050648.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R4WN6Dz-40I/AAAAAAAAACo/ijiEE34yXDk/s200/P8050648.JPG" border="0" alt="THE LAUNDRY ROOM"id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153681377190667074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our home when we arrived there was a studio that my counterpart, Nancy king got and furnished for us with some of her things and the things of other teachers… even some food and flowers were already waiting for us . our first walk was to a well known supermarket that was only about 20 minutes walking..&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R4WOYzz-41I/AAAAAAAAACw/XQQixEuVgbA/s1600-h/P8070652.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R4WOYzz-41I/AAAAAAAAACw/XQQixEuVgbA/s200/P8070652.JPG" border="0" alt="ONE MORE VIEW OF THE APARTMENT BUILDING"id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153681905471644498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; of Course Cesar (my husband) and I were the only crazy people walking under that sun and with so much heat since the temperature was about 90o Fahrenheit, but that walk was good to get ride of some tiredness after such a trip: we were on different planes and therefore different flights and he arrived one hour before my flight.. I cant imagine Carmen (Nancy’s sister in law) and cesar trying to have a conversation without knowing each other’s language!. Carmen picked us up at the airport and took us to our apartment. The next day, nancy’s brother (David) and Carmen took us to get our cellphone service and do our first grocery shopping. By the way, at the supermarket they did not accept my Mexican debit card since it did not have my name on it and they did not know if that card was really mine!. David and Carmen also took us to try our first New Mexican Food at a place called Chilli’s &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/850065483982467314-320321249912279753?l=isabelabq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isabelabq.blogspot.com/feeds/320321249912279753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=850065483982467314&amp;postID=320321249912279753' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/850065483982467314/posts/default/320321249912279753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/850065483982467314/posts/default/320321249912279753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isabelabq.blogspot.com/2008/01/nuestros-primeros-dias.html' title='NUESTROS PRIMEROS DIAS'/><author><name>ISABEL IN ABQ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03193624103179588196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R4WLizz-4xI/AAAAAAAAACM/4aBTelnrqEo/s72-c/P9290898.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-850065483982467314.post-1928285907168071490</id><published>2008-01-04T17:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-04T18:28:22.993-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;July 30th 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R37j4zz-4rI/AAAAAAAAABY/yTIJOF-Jupw/s1600-h/P7310587.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151805588878844594" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R37j4zz-4rI/AAAAAAAAABY/yTIJOF-Jupw/s200/P7310587.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;El grupo de maestros volamos a Washington, en donde conoceríamos en persona a nuestros contrapartes y en donde nuevamente estariamos en sesiones de trabajo, esta vez la mayoria de ellas serían con nuestros contrapartes….&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R37j1Dz-4nI/AAAAAAAAAA4/NgDfkCxO99I/s1600-h/P7310534.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151805524454335090" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="algunos participantes" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R37j1Dz-4nI/AAAAAAAAAA4/NgDfkCxO99I/s200/P7310534.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;habia un mundo de gente entre los maestros NorteAmericanos y los participantes de diferentes partes del mundo ( Peru, Ecuador, Francia, Latvia, Alemania, Turquía, India, Africa, etc) ademas de las familias de muchos de los participantes. Nos hospedamos en un hotel en Alexandria y en otro hotel cercano tuvimos las platicas y talleres, Pero no todo fue trabajo hubo cenas riquisimas y organizaron un tour por Washington DC,&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R37j2Dz-4oI/AAAAAAAAABA/q_g6k92lNhM/s1600-h/P7310550.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151805541634204290" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R37j2Dz-4oI/AAAAAAAAABA/q_g6k92lNhM/s200/P7310550.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R37j2jz-4pI/AAAAAAAAABI/cGp7hX5Y2Ks/s1600-h/P7310559.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151805550224138898" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="el tour en Washington" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R37j2jz-4pI/AAAAAAAAABI/cGp7hX5Y2Ks/s200/P7310559.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R37j4Tz-4qI/AAAAAAAAABQ/kKvgVATRsGE/s1600-h/P7310577.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151805580288909986" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R37j4Tz-4qI/AAAAAAAAABQ/kKvgVATRsGE/s200/P7310577.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tambien, el ultimo día, se organizó una presentacion de los diferentes paises participantes, el grupo de mexicanos fue el mas nutrido ya que invitamos a nuestras contrapartes a participar. Fue una lastima que no pude usar el vestido de jarocha, representantivo de mi estado, Veracruz, pero gracias a mi compañera de trabajo, Elsa malpica, quien es tambien bailarina del ballet Folclorico de la Universidad Veracruzana pude vestir un traje de Yucatan. Finalmente, el dia 3 de agosto cada quien voló hacia su destino en los EEUU… el de mi esposo y el mio fue la ciudad de Albuquerque ( al principio me costaba mucho trabajo escribirla, ahora ya no tanto pues es mas facil referime a ella como ABQ)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R37pRzz-4sI/AAAAAAAAABg/MjEGqaKXPm8/s1600-h/P8020594.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151811515933713090" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="cesar &amp;amp; I in one of the many museums" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R37pRzz-4sI/AAAAAAAAABg/MjEGqaKXPm8/s200/P8020594.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The group of Mexican teachers flew to Washington where we would meet our American counterparts and where again, we would be attending work sessions, most of which would be at this point, with our counterparts. There were a lot of people among the American teachers and the participants from all over the world (Peru, Ecuador, France, Latvia, Germany, Turkey, India, Africa, etc) besides the families of those who where participating. We stayed in a hotel in Alexandria and in other hotel, we were given talks and workshops. However, not all of this was only work : there were delicious meals and Fulbright also organized a tour to see Washington DC. &lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R37pSjz-4tI/AAAAAAAAABo/AeyvqltAxz0/s1600-h/P8020624.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151811528818614994" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R37pSjz-4tI/AAAAAAAAABo/AeyvqltAxz0/s200/P8020624.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;On our last day, there was a presentation of the different countries there. The Mexican group was one of the biggest group since we invited the American counterparts to take part in it. &lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R37pTDz-4uI/AAAAAAAAABw/MlC1AXwcTp0/s1600-h/P8020637.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151811537408549602" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R37pTDz-4uI/AAAAAAAAABw/MlC1AXwcTp0/s200/P8020637.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a pitty that I could not wear a Jarocha dress, which is representative of my state, Veracruz but thanks to my colleague, Elsa Malpica, who is a Dancer at the Folk ballet Company of my university: the Universidad Veracruzana, I could wear a a dress from The State of Yucatan. Finally, on August 3rd everyone flew to their final destination… my husband’s and mine was the City of Albuquerque ( at the beginning the spelling was difficult for me , not now, also because I now use ABQ&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R37pTjz-4vI/AAAAAAAAAB4/oWIfYjAcw3c/s1600-h/P8020642.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151811545998484210" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R37pTjz-4vI/AAAAAAAAAB4/oWIfYjAcw3c/s200/P8020642.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R37pUDz-4wI/AAAAAAAAACA/jrthrNQf1Ow/s1600-h/P8020644.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151811554588418818" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R37pUDz-4wI/AAAAAAAAACA/jrthrNQf1Ow/s200/P8020644.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/850065483982467314-1928285907168071490?l=isabelabq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isabelabq.blogspot.com/feeds/1928285907168071490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=850065483982467314&amp;postID=1928285907168071490' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/850065483982467314/posts/default/1928285907168071490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/850065483982467314/posts/default/1928285907168071490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isabelabq.blogspot.com/2008/01/july-30th-2007-el-grupo-de-maestros.html' title=''/><author><name>ISABEL IN ABQ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03193624103179588196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R37j4zz-4rI/AAAAAAAAABY/yTIJOF-Jupw/s72-c/P7310587.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-850065483982467314.post-3818030209641461575</id><published>2008-01-04T16:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-09T10:31:56.707-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Como habrán notado, he decidido escribir este diario en Ingles y en Español, pensando en mis amigos que hablan solo Español y en quienes hablan solo Inglés.&lt;br /&gt;He aquí el inicio de la historia , despues de haber sido notificada de quien sería mi contraparte y haber aceptado participar en el programa de intercambio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you have noticed, I’ve decided to write this blog in English and Spanish –thinking about those friends that speak only Spanish or those that speak only English.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the beginning of the story, after being notified who would be my counterpart and after having accepted participating in the Exchange Program.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MEDIADOS DE JULIO 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R37YsTz-4kI/AAAAAAAAAAg/y2TnPQRfgAQ/s1600-h/P7220518.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151793279502574146" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="El grupo de maestros con Karina Ruiz" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R37YsTz-4kI/AAAAAAAAAAg/y2TnPQRfgAQ/s200/P7220518.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Despues de haber hecho multiples tramites y arreglos para dejar Xalapa, finalmente viaje a la ciudad de Aguascalientes donde conocí a todos los compañeros maestros de México que participarían en el Intercambio Fulbright Basicamente nos la vivimos entre la Universidad de Aguascalientes y el hotel ya que estuvimos en una sesión muy intensa de trabajo por una semana en donde se habló de temas diversos como la educación en los EEUU, el uso de la tecnología y sobre todo cada uno de nosotros dio una micro clase que sirvió de base para abordar temas relacionados con la enseñanza….&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R37YtTz-4lI/AAAAAAAAAAo/SKN9HQuDojw/s1600-h/P7230521.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151793296682443346" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="en la universidad de Aguascalientes" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R37YtTz-4lI/AAAAAAAAAAo/SKN9HQuDojw/s200/P7230521.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; La mayoría de los compañeros estarían enseñado Español a nivel secundaria y preparatoria mientras yo estaría a nivel universitario ensenado Inglés.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After having done lots of paperwork and arrangements to leave Xalapa finally flew to the city of Aguascalientes where I met all the other Mexican teachers that would take part In the Fulbright Exchange … we basically lived in the hotel and the university &lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R37Ytzz-4mI/AAAAAAAAAAw/HKTHmxFVgFU/s1600-h/P7240526.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151793305272377954" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="Todo el grupo posando en la Universidad" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R37Ytzz-4mI/AAAAAAAAAAw/HKTHmxFVgFU/s200/P7240526.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;since we were in a very intensive work session for a week, where we discussed various topics such as US education system, the use of technology and specially useful was that each one of us gave a micro class to the rest of the group, this was the starting point to open later discussions about teaching…. Most of my Mexican colleagues were going to teach Spanish either middle or high school, while I would be teaching English at university level. Here are some pictures of the group.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/850065483982467314-3818030209641461575?l=isabelabq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isabelabq.blogspot.com/feeds/3818030209641461575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=850065483982467314&amp;postID=3818030209641461575' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/850065483982467314/posts/default/3818030209641461575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/850065483982467314/posts/default/3818030209641461575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isabelabq.blogspot.com/2008/01/como-habrn-notado-he-decidido-escribir.html' title=''/><author><name>ISABEL IN ABQ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03193624103179588196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_1B22FUChHeY/R37YsTz-4kI/AAAAAAAAAAg/y2TnPQRfgAQ/s72-c/P7220518.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-850065483982467314.post-5507858938780168438</id><published>2007-12-29T16:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-29T16:53:08.211-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fulbright'/><title type='text'>Hallelujah !</title><content type='html'>Finally, after being thinking about writing a blog I can  start writing about my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;experience&lt;/span&gt; here in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Albuquerque&lt;/span&gt; thanks to my friend Nancy King. but how did the story start? well all of this is part of the Fulbright experience! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Finalmente&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;despues&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;de&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;tanto&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;pensar&lt;/span&gt; en &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;escribir&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;un&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;diario&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;puedo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;empezar&lt;/span&gt; a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;escribir&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;sobre&lt;/span&gt; mi &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;experiencia&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;aqui&lt;/span&gt; en Albuquerque  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;gracias&lt;/span&gt; a mi &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;amiga&lt;/span&gt; Nancy King, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;pero&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;como&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;empezo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;esta&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;historia&lt;/span&gt;? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;bueno&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;pues&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;todo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;esto&lt;/span&gt; es &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;parte&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;de&lt;/span&gt; la &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;experiencia&lt;/span&gt; Fulbright!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/850065483982467314-5507858938780168438?l=isabelabq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isabelabq.blogspot.com/feeds/5507858938780168438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=850065483982467314&amp;postID=5507858938780168438' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/850065483982467314/posts/default/5507858938780168438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/850065483982467314/posts/default/5507858938780168438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isabelabq.blogspot.com/2007/12/hallelujah.html' title='Hallelujah !'/><author><name>ISABEL IN ABQ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03193624103179588196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
