The plane was rising high. From the top of the sky, Spain looked like a small island surrounded by water. Suddenly, that marine surface mixed with brown tones disappeared completely from our horizon and other different landscapes appeared through the windows. The journey began to get heavy.
Populated in one of the floating islands of Uros We had been traveling through South America for several months. From New Zealand we had landed in Santiago, Chile, and from there began our adventures across the Latin American continent. We pass through Valparaíso before crossing the Andes to reach Argentina.
Some time ago I decided not to write more news about Ryanair. Several reasons moved me to such a decision. I do not like his sensational and provocative style - whether real or fictional news - so that other media talk about the company for free and thus save a few euros on advertising. Nor do I like their aggressive style based on charging governments to install new destinations in their airports and thus reduce prices for the gallery - after all, we pay them more than we think from taxes.
St Anne's Park in Dublin I am convinced that if human beings had never set foot on this island, Ireland would still today be an extension of land completely dyed green. Where a road or a building has not been built, the lawn is imposed naturally. He who arrives from the most arid countries is surprised to see the grass grow in every corner of the country.
Only the Carnival of Rio de Janeiro can shade the Carnival of Santa Cruz de Tenerife. And it is that the Carnival of Tenerife was declared a Festival of International Tourist Interest in 1980 and, today, it aspires to be declared a World Heritage Site by Unesco. Few arguments would have this international organization to deny this appointment to the Carnival of Santa Cruz de Tenerife, taking into account that it has milestones such as the guinness record of people attending a concert in an open-air public square, when Cuban singer Celia Cruz gave , in 1987 and with the orchestra of Billo's Caracas Boys, a recital attended by about 250.
The beautiful coast of southern Dublin, between Bray and Greystones When I was 16 I spent one of the most memorable months of my life in Dublin. My parents had enrolled me in an Irish school where, supposedly, I was going to learn English tirelessly. The "problem" is that the parents of four of my best friends had the same brilliant idea that summer.