It is pretty true actually. No matter what we posses or we lack, we all have our soul. We all come down to beig one. Not like in a religious way, just our soul in general terms. Our own self, our heart, our feelings. Those are what matter the most. Which truly make the difference between people. Which are most usually hurt. Which we won't ever be dispossesed of. Which we only know. Which we could always hide. Only and truly our very own :)

What Bruce Springsteen so beautifully described as a woman's "Secret Garden". Anyone knows that song? I truly recommend to listen to it once. The lyrics are incredibly beautiful. And so true to me.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tbSnCh8Ny1k

Calvin and Hobbes is propriety of Bill Watterson and Universal Press Syndicate.

I gotta totally agree with Calvin in this one. If you are not told what something is, get immediately suspicious :lol:When I was a little child, I gave quite a few hard times to my mum, because I hated everything which was green (I still do, by the way, not being lettuce). Nope GD, I'm not vegetarian. Being born in a fishermen's village, surrounded by green pasture mountains? Just no chance :lol:

Totally random question: why isn't it any blue food? *wonders* I may like it. Oh, the bluecheese (pffffft, sorry Blu hun, totally unintentional pun). I like it :)

My mum insists in her theory that I can't tell if I don't like anything until I have tasted it, but there are a lot of things I won't ever try in my life, just out of their look. Like escargots, or oysters, or brains...to tell a few. I don't care what they taste like. *cover eyes*Ewwwwwwwww :?

I stick to my own theory. Everything tastes just like it smells. It works for the things I like, so it should work as well for the things I don't like (well, actually, the ones I don't try). *wrinkles nose* Ewwwwwwww :? Just put camomile tea anywhere near me. I will vomit my stomach off. Ewwwwwwwww :?

What do you guys think? :D

I don't really like going out for dinner. I'm a very home-loving girl. However, and despite this may sound pretty stupid, I feel really special when bf takes me out for dinner. Even if it is McDonald's. Well, maybe because we never have dinner alone. Even since his dad died, we (almost) always have dinner at his place. And being the youngest of 8 brothers, there is always someone around apart from his mum.

So, when we go out for dinner and we are all alone, we have totally different conversations than we are alone in any other circumstance, like going for a walk, driving somewhere in the car, or just watching tv. We fill our convos with much more intimate stuff, feelings are usually involved, hands are usually held across the table a couple of times. I dunno why. Just happens. And I love it :)

Calvin and Hobbes is propriety of Bill Watterson and Universal Press Syndicate.

When I was a child, I loved to be told a story and to be kissed goodnight. I just wouldn't fall sleep without one. One thing that I really missed when I slept over at some friend's or at some relative's was my mum's bedtime stories. Even though I knew them all by heart. Actually, I loved to fill in the sentences :DAnd I never felt sleep until the story was finished. I just loved them too much as to miss a single bit.

Then, when I grew up and learned how to read, I insisted on reading the stories out loud for my mum. She just sat patiently in my bed and wait until I was done. She wasn't that good at filling in the stories, and it pissed me off a bit. Now I bet that she wasn't really paying me any attention, but thinking about what she would prepare for lunch next day, making a mental list of the groceries she had to buy or trying to recall if she had any appointment any soon :lol:

Now, I love to read bedtime stories to my nephews and niece. I can't do it often, but I never miss that chance when they sleep over. They are pretty different. Some of them like me to read the story word by word, because just like I did, they can recall some sentences by heart. Some other, like me to get all creative and introduce some surprise factors, as long as I keep the basics of them :wink: It is a really beautiful moment to share.

Are you used to a routine?

It's a funny thing how all those people that we see in our everyday routine end up being familiar and sometimes, even part of our lives. I always meet the same people in my way to work, both when I go early in the morning and when I come back in the afternoon. It's only a 5 minute walk from my place, and still I wonder what any of those persons should be up to when I do not meet them :question:

In my previous job, I had to catch the train, and since some of my partners caught it before I did, we were in agreement to take the same coach. And of course we chose the coach which was usually occupied by a bunch of cute guys who studied to be film directors :wink: :twisted: Still, it was a funny thing to realize that even those people who made the whole ride in their own, always caught the same coach too. And not only that, but we had the tendency to occupy everyday the same seats. It was kind of a non-spoken agreement. And the very same thing happened when I caught the bus to College.

So we could wake someone up when that person was about to reach his stop, and we all knew more or less about the others' lives and jobs because we all inevitably listened to each other's conversations. It was a bit of a mess when someone who wasn't an everyday passenger took one of our seats, because the whole coach had to be reorganized. Are you also used to a routine too? :)

Calvin brings Hobbes to school. This is the first introduction of Miss. Wormwood, Calvin's teacher. She is near to retirement, and Calvin, being the most restless kid in the c-lassroom, continuously stresses her out. One can certainly pity her :D

Same as I did with my sheep, Calving brings Hobbes everywhere with him. Even to school. But, as it was to be assumed, Hobbes is not an erudite tiger :lol:

So today, we went fishing again. It was kinda boring, because we didn't make any catch. We went to Orio, which is a village some 15 minutes from mine. At least we had a yummy lunch and caught some tan, because it was a really sunny day. I painted my feet nails, read a bit, sunbathed, took pictures, played cards and went for a walk with Hotz while the fishermen bored themselves out. I always have fun when we go fishing, no matter if we make catches or not :D These are some pictures of Orio:

Orio's jetty.

Orio's bay.

Getaria's Mouse from Orio (Getaria is a village next to Orio, and has a funny isthmus which looks like a mouse, hence it's name).


Getaria's Mouse closer up.

And of course, my feet and recently painted aubergine nails :lol:

Trains come and go. Some we catch. Some we lose. Some, we let go. Some we wish we could have caught. Some we wish we should have never stepped into. Life is full of trains. Many of them end up making a stop at our own station. It's never easy to be certain if we are up for the ride. We hardly know where each train will lead us to. Like love train. This is the one who usually crashes but doesn't kill. And this is still the one that we all take, at least once in life. Got your tickets?:)

Bedtime for Calvin and Hobbes. Just like for most of the kids, bedtime for him is always too early :)

I guess I was a weird kid. I was always ready to go to bed and never ready for getting up. My mum had to set the alarm clock for some 20 minutes earlier than needed, only because I always took off my sock and kicked off my shoe way faster than she was able to put a sock and shoe on in my other foot :lol: I always threw tantrums in school days and I still curse first thing in the morning after shutting off the alarm clock.

God, I'm such a sleepyhead. But at the same time, I love staying up until late, owly time. Everything is quiet, andI love reading and writing then. Even staying in the balcony, looking outside, the stare lost in the sky, loads of thoughts and memories filling that peaceful time. Minutes are longer then, but eventually time flies. And owly time is not compatible for a sleepyhead with getting up early. Who said that life isn't full of funny contradictions? :wink:

Love is today's order. Love is a must. Our heart needs to love to be alive. Love your lover, love your family and friends. Love your pets. Love tv, love music. Love reading, love writing. Love sporting, love leasuring, love being lazy. Love going out, love staying in. Lovehating. Just LOVE.

Yesterday I received an invitation to a wedding. And today, I received another. I don't like weddings, because I hate dressing up and having to smile to a bunch of people who tell me how gorgeous do I look even when when the 99.9% think the contrary. Gah. And least of all, I hate to have to compliment them back, which I never do, so they well have what they deserve for being false. Oh, the long annoying faces :lol:

I haven't really tried not to, but I guess thatI just can't be false. My face is an open book, you can easily tell what I'm really thinking. Kinda Whoopy Goldberg in Ghost :lol: Of course I can lie, I can master it since I was a teenager not that long ago. The difference is that, when I lie, I lie for a reason, and when I don't bother to be false, is obviously because I don't give a damn on how much disappointed people may be. I don't really care about those people with two faces. I just don't need them around me. I have enough amazing people in my life, like you all :)

The other reason why I hate attending weddings is because everyone keeps asking me when I am going to get married. And there, my open book face, is readable in red and capitals. "When the hell will you stop being so nosy? Why don't you mind your own business? Why don't you shut your f*ck up and f*ck off?" Jeeeeesus, I promise I hate busybodies. I mean, my family and friends and people around me already know my thoughts on the subject (basically, because being an atheist, I'm too lazy to organize a wedding my way) so I hate strange people popping their noses in my life :evil:

One of the weddings I won't be able to avoid, because it's one of my bf's cousins. This one is by mid September. The other one, I wouldn't like to avoid, because it's from some friends of mine that recently showed up at my door (those friends from Galicia I mentioned in my "witch" blog). It is at the end of July, but bf will have it hard to get some days free to go to Galicia for the wedding. Meh. Aaaaaaah, life is so unfair sometimes :(

Calvin yesterday caught a tiger using a tuna fish sandwich. Today, he's gotta feed him. And he is well up for the task :)

I'm amazed at what a powerful thing is a child's imagination. I love watching my nephews and niece playing on their own, making their toys speak their tongues, doing all those funny noises. They caget cars to fly, action figures to die and come to life again, and so on. We really gotta encourage that. A kid's world is full of the magic, they are full of energy to take part in any kind of adventure. All in their minds. And that's really priceless. They'll have time to deal with real life soon.

Do you remember "Love is"... bits? They were sweet, weren't they?

Well, I love taking pictures. Everyone in my family mocks me because I always carry two cameras in my bag. Yeah, go figure :P But then, everyone loves looking at them and asking me for copies. I dunno how many picture dvds I've burnt so far. They are usually played as a slideshow on tv when family meets up. There's always someone to laugh at or some good memory to bring on :D

I have every single wedding, anniversary, birthday, birth, trip, Christmas... it takes me hours to arrange them into proper albums, but I don't care because then I love the result. I specially love watching how my nephews & niece have grown up. God, I realize that time flies when I look at their pictures.

At the end of the year, I make this family calendars with all the birthdays, anniversaries and important stuff for us. I fill them with loads of pictures. And I'm glad because people love them. If you want to surprise someone, just go into Publisher, and make a nice calendar with pictures of your own. Then you can have it bound at a stationer's or do it yourselves if you are skilful enough. I do it myself and got the skills with the years :wink:

Here are a couple of examples. This are September 2006 and September 2007 sheets of the calendar. My grandson Markel's birthday is the only celebration we have in September (that's why I didn't chose other months which are more messy, too many things to explain) For 2006 I chose a big picture, for 2007 I made a little collage to show how he has grown up. See? You can do nice things.

How about Calvin and Hobbes?It is my favourite comic strip ever.

I'll try and post one strip each day.Calvin is a funny 6-year-old boy, who always makes me bothlaugh and think. He is really attached to a stuffed tiger, called Hobbes. And well, he has a really vivid imagination, as all the kids have.

When I was a little kid, I had a stuffed sheep. My dad broughther to me from one of his overseas trips, and it meant the world to me, because she was a close bond to my dad over those long absences.The funny thing is that I never named her anything. And if I did, I certainly don't remember.

I carriedhereverywhere with me, even to the school. But the nuns told my parents that I wasn't allowed to bring her everyday, because otherwise all the other little girls would do the same. I find it reasonable, but my dad got angry and told them that if I couldn't bring the sheep, he would remove me from that school. GO DAD! :D And since it was a private and expensive school, both my sheep andI remained there. My dad had to braid a leash for her,and I just shoved her all around legs upwards :lol:and at the end of the day she was completely dark out of dirt. So there was no way that my parents would allow me to sleep with her.

Me with my sheep and a Nancy doll.

The solution was getting me a Maya the Bee to sleep with. I don't know if you guys had this cartoons (you do remember her, don't you Jordina?) but she was a bee who lived happily in a colourful world of flowers and sun. But I preferred my sheep. Way too much :)

This is Maya the Bee.

Remember this blog?

http://www.tv.com/users/boom-moo/profile.php?action=show_blog&entry=m-100-24993790

The girl hasn't still been found. Her family have started a solidarity chain. It would take you half a minute to copy this information and send it to everybody in your mail address lists. One never knows. She is worth the try. Thanks in advance :)

Please read this message and pass it on!!!!!!!!! As you are aware my niece, Madeleine, is still missing and I am asking everyone I know to send this as a chain letter i.e. you send it to everyone you know and ask them to do the same, as the story is only being covered in Britain, Eire and Portugal. We don't believe that she is in Portugal anymore and need to get her picture and the story across Europe as quickly as possible. Suggestions are welcome. Phil McCann.

Madeleine's Eye Holds Vital Clue

It is worth a try! Please pas this email on to everybody in your email address book. They reckon it could cover 80% of the world's inboxes in 2 weeks. Madeleine McCann's family believe a new picture of the missing four-year-old could play a vital role in the search for her. The photo shows clearly her distinctive right eye where the pupil runs into the blue-green iris.

It is this distinguishing feature which will identify Madeleine to those on the look out for her, according to aunt and uncle John and Diane McCann.

They aim to distribute the appeal poster, which features the Crimestoppers' telephone number as far afield as they can.

Mrs. McCann said: "The purpose of the poster is to highlight the distinction in Madeleine's eye. We want to make the most of it, because we know her hair could potentially be cut or dyed."

Mr. McCann added: "The poster was designed by a friend of the family and I've begun emailing it to acquaintances in different parts of the world. I'm asking people to circulate it the best they can and make it be seen."

PLEASE HELP US FIND MADELEINE AND FORWARD THIS IMAGE TO EVERYONE YOU KNOW

Today is St. John, which marks the beginning of the summer solstice. St. John's night is the shorter night of the year. It is supposed to be a night of the magic, of the spirits, of the supernatural and of the pagan rituals.

It is a tradition to make a bonfire and set it on fire at 12 o'clock in the night between the 23rd and the24th. Old personal belongings are thrown to the fire, and then, people start singing and dancing around the bonfire and eating barbecued sardines all night long. Once the bonfire is extinguishing, one gotta jump over it to push away the evil, to be purified and make a brand new start.

The dances, chants and celebrations last until dawn. St. John's morning dew is supposed to have healing powers. Once you touch the dew and rub yourself against the trunk of a tree, you can go to bed.

It is a special night above all for children. It marks the end of the school year and the beginning of the summer holidays. Bonfires are lit in every quarter, and it's really nice to walk around and listen to the songs. Here are some pics I took yesterday night.

Bonfire in St. Peter. This year they have just improved the promenade and made it pedestrian, so the bonfire had to be smaller than it used to be.

The bonfire at early hours of the night.

The estinguisihing bonfire.

"Dancing in the Dark", I've always loved this song, but I was never curious about watching a video until today. And I'm laughing my @ss off. Just wait and see until he starts dancing. Ahahahahaha. I love him, and he was sooo yummy. Good old Bruce :D

Isn't he cute???? OMG, he just dances like Carlton Banks! :lol:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SkPPGjXlqig

LAs I hinted in my previous blog, since we had some bait left from our fishing trip to Zumaia, yesterday looked like another fishing journey. And so it was, only that this time, since the weather was a bit rare, we decided to stay nearby and so we headed for our hometown, Saint Peter. It has not a great jetty, but the promenade has just been renewed recently and there is plenty of space to hang around.

The first couple of hours were a bit boring (at least for those fishing, because I brought my usual stuff: book, music, pen and paper and made myself comfortable to catch some breeze) but then the sky covered and we had a weird and really short downpour, after which my fellow fishers made some nice catches :)

The stones of the promenade were so hot, that in some 5 minutes they were dry. So shortly afterwards, I was lying down again and I realized that there was a beautiful rainbow in Saint John. It started right where my dad lived when he was young and arched until it was lost behind Jaizkibel mountain. If you watch it carefully, you could notice that there are two rainbows, one over the other. I've seen two rainbows a lot of times, and once in Ireland, I even saw three of them, but unfortunately one of them was a bit apart so I couldn't take a picture of the 3 of them altogether :( It was a nice sky though. I gotta search for that picture *takes mental note*

In sum, itwas a fine day, quiet and spent among friends. We didn't really need more to feel happy. Here are some pictures:

This is Pasaia Bay, Saint John at the left, Saint Peter at the right. The orange line shows the distance that my dad used to swim naked :lol: The green line shows his house, at the back of a church (loads of stories to be told there too) :wink:


Saint Peter, and our designated spot to go fishing:


Our spot, a protected inlet right at the entrance of the Bay.

Our spot, closer up:


Rainbow in Saint John (actually two rainbows):


The sky cleared afterwards: