<?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-3915937092457082870</id><updated>2011-04-21T12:37:12.141-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Around the World...!!.. here, there, everywhere..!!!</title><subtitle type='html'>It is amazing the way our perception about other cultures and countries can change with a trip and the opportunity to share experiences with people from different backgrounds and life styles.. Through all my trips I have learned many things that I will love to share with all of you...WELCOME to my blog!!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anirocccs.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3915937092457082870/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anirocccs.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Aniroc Ccs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05212060515803566004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_VdeXkqAan3Q/R4nQRY7z-4I/AAAAAAAAACA/Xc8yJQ1h57o/S220/Photo+26.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>14</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3915937092457082870.post-7279105814308191580</id><published>2008-01-18T01:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-18T02:32:02.110-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eyes on Kenya, a good critic to this blog!!...</title><content type='html'>Well I really have to admit that I’m not really into the blogging world. For some people it is really easy and enjoyable to sit in front of a computer and start typing to the WORLD their own life experiences and opinions about particular, national or even international issues. I’m more the type of girl that would rather go out with friends and have that kind of interesting and controversial conversations in “private”, or to send particular e-mails or message to a determine group of people… but anyway, It’s done what it needed to be done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve been talking in this blog about one of the things that I like to do most in life, TO TRAVEL, I have to say that I’m really lucky to have the family that I have; the way my parents always remind me the importance of knowing a WORLD farther than the place where we live, or from where we come from. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I’ve told you so far about my trips around the world is not even ¼ of the places that I’ve been to, nor the experiences that I’ve had there. However, even though I’ve been in many continents, countries and cities, I’ve always wanted to go to Africa. Due to that, I’m because I’m planning already another trip around the world at the end of this year; I’ve been checking some blogs related to Africa and particular life experiences of others in this particular exotic continent. Just looking around, and reading a little bit of this… a little bit of that… I found this blog called “Blog Africa” (http://www.blogafrica.com/)  that talks about news, but like relevant news all around Africa and its variety of countries. The blog has many posts about politics, economy and so on. They are all very interesting, and a few ones let you link to articles in different newspapers related to issues commented in particular ones. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I personally enjoyed the one about Kenya and the problems that they’ve been recently having over there. The post is called “Eyes on Kenya” by Jannek; It shows a YouTube video of the local police over there shooting at innocent people. It is just shocking. Maybe I felt more connected to the situation, and touched by the unfairness there, because similar things have been happening in my country in the past few years; the police just do whatever they want and forget completely about human rights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think this blog that I found is more than a way for the creators to express the human repression spread around Africa; This blog, I believe, represents the necessity that they have to show to the world the reality of the countries, without being stopped or threatened by the governments or any other powerful organization that may have relations with the media.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m a person that constantly says the phrase “to be seen to believe”, because I do believe that the impact of a message that is wanted to be transmitted to the people will be better received by images than by words, and this YouTube videos posted about Kenya in this Africa Blog talks by itself. I guess is for that reason that the blogger did not write more than 1 line to describe the situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ll let you all see the video posted there, so you can as well see a little bit more of the reality of the world, farther than our own life's reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/vcJqA2bdIyc&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/vcJqA2bdIyc&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still have to say that even though Africa is such a complicated continent, maybe full of poverty and complicated sickness, I’m still looking forward to go and travel all around it; even maybe record interesting videos to show to the world. Africa definitively has to be my next stop.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3915937092457082870-7279105814308191580?l=anirocccs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anirocccs.blogspot.com/feeds/7279105814308191580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3915937092457082870&amp;postID=7279105814308191580' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3915937092457082870/posts/default/7279105814308191580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3915937092457082870/posts/default/7279105814308191580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anirocccs.blogspot.com/2008/01/eyes-on-kenya-good-critic-to-this-blog.html' title='Eyes on Kenya, a good critic to this blog!!...'/><author><name>Aniroc Ccs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05212060515803566004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_VdeXkqAan3Q/R4nQRY7z-4I/AAAAAAAAACA/Xc8yJQ1h57o/S220/Photo+26.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3915937092457082870.post-7218760847986592198</id><published>2008-01-16T03:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-18T02:40:53.871-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cali, Colombia!!..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VdeXkqAan3Q/R43v747z-7I/AAAAAAAAACY/xSNhLdBrtzM/s1600-h/cali.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VdeXkqAan3Q/R43v747z-7I/AAAAAAAAACY/xSNhLdBrtzM/s320/cali.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156040960583662514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to Cali in December 2006 for 2 weeks; I went there to visit my best friend while I was living in Belgium, the same one that went with me to Germany, Luxemburg, Paris, etc etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that Colombians tend to have a bad reputation around the world with all the problems with the guerrillas, cocaine and drugs in general, but avoiding all those stereotypes I really have to say that Colombians and Venezuelans are THE SAME THING!!.. well, we just have a different Spanish accent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met the Colombian girl, Adriana, in Belgium, and since the first time that we spoke we had a connection; all the stereotypes and jokes against Colombians that we had sometimes in Venezuela flew away, and we just understood and felt how similar we were in many senses. Once the exchange student year finished and I went back to Venezuela I started to work to save money to go visit her as soon as I could. I stopped the university in Venezuela in 2006 as soon as I knew that I was going to come leaving here, so I started to work full time as a secretary in an office until I had enough money to pay my trip to Cali, Colombia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent more than one year without seen my friend, and I was just dying to see her. At the same time I have to say that in Venezuela, Colombia, Cuba and other many Latin American countries around the Caribbean, we dance salsa music all the time and all around. As a result, I am really into that music, I’m saying this because Cali has one of the best reputation in Salsa music around Latin America, so I was desperate to go dancing in Cali and experience, by my own, how good the men over there dance. But anyway, I ended up, after 3 month working full time, having enough money to buy my ticket and visit my friend. I was pretty proud of myself because it was the first time that I was actually leaving the country earning my own money, and paying my own things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cali is a disaster; it was like traveling to another city in Venezuela; so I really can’t say that I didn’t feel like home. They were constructing a new Tram called “MIO” all around the city, so many streets were closed, and the other ones were collapsed with the crammed traffic. But I did have a great time anyway, as I said before, I really don’t mind to be in messy cities, I’m used to, Caracas is a completely mess, and I love it anyway. So, I went to the zoo in Cali, they have the same exotic animals that we have in Venezuela, so I wasn’t really amaze, but I had a great time just walking around and talking with my friend like in the all times. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Travels don’t always have to be about going to tourist places and taking pictures of everything, even though I did go to a few tourist or typical places. This trip meant A LOT to me; I had the opportunity to meet my best friend’s family and experience the way she lives in her own country; we had some typical Christmas reunions with all her family and close friends, and we even participated in a "FREE HUGS" campaign around Cali, where I not only had the opportunity to hug random people all around the streets, but to share and talk to them; I found that experience one of the most open minded experiences in my life, is a shame that I don’t have pictures of that day, only a t-shirt with the “Free Hugs” words written in Spanish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to Venezuela after two weeks of cooking Christmas cookies with my friend, dancing salsa every night and meeting more and more important people in her life. Since the day I left her there, in the airport, and I went back to Caracas I’ve been looking forward to spend another 15 days with my friend, It doesn’t matter where, I just want to be with her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3915937092457082870-7218760847986592198?l=anirocccs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anirocccs.blogspot.com/feeds/7218760847986592198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3915937092457082870&amp;postID=7218760847986592198' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3915937092457082870/posts/default/7218760847986592198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3915937092457082870/posts/default/7218760847986592198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anirocccs.blogspot.com/2008/01/cali-colombia.html' title='Cali, Colombia!!..'/><author><name>Aniroc Ccs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05212060515803566004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_VdeXkqAan3Q/R4nQRY7z-4I/AAAAAAAAACA/Xc8yJQ1h57o/S220/Photo+26.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VdeXkqAan3Q/R43v747z-7I/AAAAAAAAACY/xSNhLdBrtzM/s72-c/cali.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3915937092457082870.post-749447166552230949</id><published>2008-01-13T04:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-18T02:56:00.382-08:00</updated><title type='text'>NEW YORK CITY, the Capital City of the WORLD</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VdeXkqAan3Q/R4oKNI7z-5I/AAAAAAAAACI/7x9tszTdiow/s1600-h/new-york-city.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VdeXkqAan3Q/R4oKNI7z-5I/AAAAAAAAACI/7x9tszTdiow/s320/new-york-city.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154943944331885458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last year, before coming to live here in Sydney, I went for a few days to New York City, my ex-boyfriend and ‘love of my life’ lives there so I decided to visit him for a few days before leaving the American continent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went in winter, so I found a whole chilly city full of snow and freezing wings. I got there after 3 days full of farewell parties and familiar reunions in Venezuela, but I wasn’t really sad, not because I was not going to miss my people, country and life style in Venezuela, but because I really love to travel, and I was really happy to be meeting again my ex-boyfriend and vacationing in NYC, the capital city of the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first day we didn’t go out, I was quite tired with the trip and all the emotional days back in Venezuela; it was too cold outside anyway, so I didn’t feel like struggling with the cold; I’m from a tropical country that means that we don’t have different seasons during the year, only raining and droughty, so I’m not really into cold weathers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I didn’t have more than 4 days to stay over there, so that means that I didn’t have much time to travel all around the city, go to New Jersey, and of course, went out at night to different parties, however, I had a great time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the cities at night; all those lights from different buildings coming from everywhere just tend to captivate me in a way really hard to explain. Caracas, my native city, is one of the most messy cities around the world, but at night I found it just beautiful. The same happened to me with NY; I love messy cities, where you need to struggle to get a sit in the train or spend hours stuck in the traffic trying to get to a place or to an appointment on time; that is NYC, a chaotic city with more than 8million people trying to live peacefully between them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was staying in the Bronx, but not like the Bronx in the movies, where you find only gangsters all around and people that you shouldn’t mess up with. It was a quite and nice place just crossing the Broadway Bridge. I was staying with a Dominican family, which is my ex-boyfriend’s family, so that made it even better. Dominicans have one of the most funniest Spanish accents ever, and they are, just like most of Venezuelans and Latin American people, really familiar and affectionate, so they treated me like another member of the family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to almost all the tourists’ places, and I loved each and every one of them. I went to the Empire State building, Time Square, Rockefeller Centre, Staten Island Ferry, American Museum of National History, Central Park, Grand Central Terminal and even to the ground zero, where the world trade centre used to be located. What a big and amazing city. The Central Park’s lake was freeze; the Statue of Liberty, which I found one of the most smallest and disappointed statues ever, was closed so I just saw it from the Ferry; and one of those days I had the opportunity to watch the sunset from the top of the Rockefeller Tower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just have to say that once I went to Berlin I though that I had found the perfect city to live sometime in the future, but after I went to NYC, Berlin became just a second option. NYC definitively has my heart and I’m just looking forward to go back there, but this time, for good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3915937092457082870-749447166552230949?l=anirocccs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anirocccs.blogspot.com/feeds/749447166552230949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3915937092457082870&amp;postID=749447166552230949' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3915937092457082870/posts/default/749447166552230949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3915937092457082870/posts/default/749447166552230949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anirocccs.blogspot.com/2008/01/new-york-city-capital-city-of-world.html' title='NEW YORK CITY, the Capital City of the WORLD'/><author><name>Aniroc Ccs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05212060515803566004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_VdeXkqAan3Q/R4nQRY7z-4I/AAAAAAAAACA/Xc8yJQ1h57o/S220/Photo+26.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VdeXkqAan3Q/R4oKNI7z-5I/AAAAAAAAACI/7x9tszTdiow/s72-c/new-york-city.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3915937092457082870.post-542190867134753778</id><published>2008-01-04T04:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-18T02:56:34.099-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Paris!!.. une ville d'amour!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VdeXkqAan3Q/R4yoGY7z-6I/AAAAAAAAACQ/J9IHqFrpx1o/s1600-h/Tour_Eiffel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VdeXkqAan3Q/R4yoGY7z-6I/AAAAAAAAACQ/J9IHqFrpx1o/s320/Tour_Eiffel.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155680501158378402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first time I went to Paris was the first time that I went to Europe, in 2003. I couldn’t speak French at all, and I was just doing a tour with my family around 6 different countries around west-Europe. We stopped in Paris for about 4 days; I have to admit that I didn’t like the city that first time that I went. We were staying on a hostel in one of the suburbs around the city, the place wasn’t really nice at all, it was quite dangerous actually, I know it may sound funny that kind of comment coming from a Latin American girl, but seriously, the suburb was really dodgy. I guess that was one of the first reasons why I didn’t enjoy 100% the time in Paris. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is always easier to get in love with a city or even a whole country if you speak their language, which is the opposite that happened to me with Berlin, where I was barely capable of swearing in German. But French people tend to be nasty and impolite with the people when they are not in the mood, especially with tourist that can’t speak the language at all. So, I didn’t feel really welcome to the city like in the way I felt in cities like Madrid, London, Roma, etc, where the local people tend to be really nice to tourist. But anyway, even though I was quite disappointed with a few things in Paris, I did felt in love with the Eiffel tower and some different tourist places such as Notre Dame, Champs Elise and the Museum of Louvre, which I found amazing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 2nd time that I went to Paris was two years later; I went for a weekend with my best friends; we all spoke French already, and we can all definitively say that we had the best time of our life. Paris was just awesome, and I have to say that my experience over there was completely different after I spoke the language and I was able to communicate with the local people. We went to Sacred Coeur, where we talked for hours with the merchants, bakers, painters, etc. what a lovely people!!!... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My best friend in Venezuela lived in Paris for 3years when she was little, so she was the most excited one in the group walking around the city. The first night we went to have dinner (crepes, of course) close to the Eiffel tower, and at 10pm we appreciated the white intermittent lights that they normally turn on for 10mins all around the tower, it was just amazing. I have to admit that since that trip to Paris with my friends that city became part of my top 5 of best cities around the world. Paris definitively is part of my heart.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3915937092457082870-542190867134753778?l=anirocccs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anirocccs.blogspot.com/feeds/542190867134753778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3915937092457082870&amp;postID=542190867134753778' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3915937092457082870/posts/default/542190867134753778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3915937092457082870/posts/default/542190867134753778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anirocccs.blogspot.com/2008/01/paris-une-ville-damour.html' title='Paris!!.. une ville d&apos;amour!!'/><author><name>Aniroc Ccs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05212060515803566004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_VdeXkqAan3Q/R4nQRY7z-4I/AAAAAAAAACA/Xc8yJQ1h57o/S220/Photo+26.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VdeXkqAan3Q/R4yoGY7z-6I/AAAAAAAAACQ/J9IHqFrpx1o/s72-c/Tour_Eiffel.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3915937092457082870.post-6275859574808461295</id><published>2007-12-29T06:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-10T06:07:30.214-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Amsterdam..!! Legally free!!!...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VdeXkqAan3Q/R4Ymb47z-0I/AAAAAAAAABg/FTRU-0xWVHY/s1600-h/Amsterdam-CanalScene-SingelgrachtNight.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VdeXkqAan3Q/R4Ymb47z-0I/AAAAAAAAABg/FTRU-0xWVHY/s320/Amsterdam-CanalScene-SingelgrachtNight.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153849084153690946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day before going to Germany I spent a whole day walking around Amsterdam with my best friend the Hungarian. His family visited him in Belgium for like a week, so they decided to go up to Amsterdam for a day. They picked me up really early in the morning because we all wanted to have enough time to walk around the city and visit museums and interesting stuff that tourists always tend to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It took us like 2 to 3 hours to get to Amsterdam; it’s definitively not so far from Brussels. I was so happy to be in another country, especially in a famous city like Amsterdam, that I was just walking around with my friend smiling and making fun of everything. We took a tour in a bote that showed us the city and its surrounds; it was really interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, later on instead of going to the museum of Vincent Van Gogh we went to the wax museum. I had already gone to the one in London before, but my friend, the Hungarian, insisted to go to the one there, so we all went to the wax museum for him. We had a great time, we took pictures all around with famous people such as the Queen Elizabeth, The Beatles, Bob Marley, etc. and we even ended up singing karaoke and everything in one part almost at the end of the museum. We have videos and photos of that moment; it was just wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We walked a lot around the city as well. We saw, of course, Marihuana all around us. In all the shapes and ways to consume it. Lollies of Marihuana, drinks with marihuana, normal cigarettes, brownies, etc. and of course the smell all around us was just MARIHUANA as well. It was really interesting, but at the end of the day I was having a horrible headache as a result of the Marihuana’ smell surround us, apparently I wasn’t the only one having it, because the mom of my friend and his dad were complaining about it as well. But anyway, we saw tulips in every colour ever thinkable; BEAUTIFUL all of those. My mom LOVEEEEES tulips, so I couldn’t stop thinking about her all the way walking around the markets and parks. I ended up buying a bag full of tulip’s seeds just for her, waiting for my return to Venezuela two month after. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went back to Belgium around 8pm. I was really pleased with the time that I spent with my friend and his family in Amsterdam. Once in Brussels I met up straight away with the Venezuelan guy and the Colombian to go to sleep and get ready to our trip around Germany for 15days. Definitively my exchange student year was the best year EVER!!..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3915937092457082870-6275859574808461295?l=anirocccs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anirocccs.blogspot.com/feeds/6275859574808461295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3915937092457082870&amp;postID=6275859574808461295' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3915937092457082870/posts/default/6275859574808461295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3915937092457082870/posts/default/6275859574808461295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anirocccs.blogspot.com/2008/01/amsterdam-legally-free.html' title='Amsterdam..!! Legally free!!!...'/><author><name>Aniroc Ccs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05212060515803566004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_VdeXkqAan3Q/R4nQRY7z-4I/AAAAAAAAACA/Xc8yJQ1h57o/S220/Photo+26.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VdeXkqAan3Q/R4Ymb47z-0I/AAAAAAAAABg/FTRU-0xWVHY/s72-c/Amsterdam-CanalScene-SingelgrachtNight.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3915937092457082870.post-6681203115341170322</id><published>2007-12-23T15:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-10T05:20:07.116-08:00</updated><title type='text'>BERLIN, GERMANY!!! best city EVER!!...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VdeXkqAan3Q/R4ViVI7z-zI/AAAAAAAAABY/woWg_sA4izg/s1600-h/Berlin_tor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VdeXkqAan3Q/R4ViVI7z-zI/AAAAAAAAABY/woWg_sA4izg/s320/Berlin_tor.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153633463910529842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to Germany in spring 2005 with two really REALLY good friends, one Venezuelan and another one Colombian. We found this big promotion with train tickets that we couldn’t let go, 9.95euros (to go and return) from Brussels to a little town in the frontier between Germany and Belgium. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We left the house really early; around 6am we were already catching the metro to go to central station in Brussels. Around 7am we were already boarding the train, completely exited, it was going to be the first time that we were going to have a ’backpacker’ experience, or kind of. From the little town in Germany, ‘Aachen’, to Berlin we did 18hrs of trip. The thing was that in Germany they have this ticket, that I’m pretty sure is called ‘Niedersachsen-Ticket’ that you can buy with another 5people that cost you 30euros and can take you to where ever you want to go in Germany, the only condition is that you can only use slow and old trains, not the fast and new ones. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got to Berlin at 10pm, completely tired of changing trains all day long, and looking forward to go to sleep. Almost all my best friends, including my cousin, from Venezuela were doing their exchange student year in Germany, so they putted us in contact with a friend of them that lived in Berlin and that did an exchange student year in Venezuela. We called him and he, Manolis, explained us how to get to his place. He gave us some dinner and then we went to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We spent 4days in Berlin, and I really have to say that I have traveled around many countries and I have seen many cities, but Berlin definitively is one of my favorites. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The contrast between the east and the west part of the city is amazing and at the same time ridiculous. The ‘Branderburger Tor’ was AWESOME, especially when you see all around postcards with old pictures of the city when they had all the Nazi problems and the wall, and you compare to what it is now there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is amazing the way Germany overcame all the problems that they had in the past in such a short time. It’s like if nothing ever happened, but at the same time you can find museums, concentration camps, part of the wall, monuments, etc. that remind us that even though everything seems to be perfect and beautiful now, it was hard for them to overcome the Nazi experience, and that they won’t try to forget it, they just seemed to have learned the consequences of it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3915937092457082870-6681203115341170322?l=anirocccs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anirocccs.blogspot.com/feeds/6681203115341170322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3915937092457082870&amp;postID=6681203115341170322' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3915937092457082870/posts/default/6681203115341170322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3915937092457082870/posts/default/6681203115341170322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anirocccs.blogspot.com/2007/12/berlin-germany-best-city-ever.html' title='BERLIN, GERMANY!!! best city EVER!!...'/><author><name>Aniroc Ccs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05212060515803566004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_VdeXkqAan3Q/R4nQRY7z-4I/AAAAAAAAACA/Xc8yJQ1h57o/S220/Photo+26.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VdeXkqAan3Q/R4ViVI7z-zI/AAAAAAAAABY/woWg_sA4izg/s72-c/Berlin_tor.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3915937092457082870.post-6701601568134663913</id><published>2007-12-10T14:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-09T15:31:51.171-08:00</updated><title type='text'>LUXEMBURG!! a PEACEFUL City!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VdeXkqAan3Q/R4VZP47z-yI/AAAAAAAAABQ/XzHD3C1WxG4/s1600-h/LUXEMBURG.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VdeXkqAan3Q/R4VZP47z-yI/AAAAAAAAABQ/XzHD3C1WxG4/s320/LUXEMBURG.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153623478111566626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to Luxemburg 2years ago with my two best friends while I was living in Belgium. &lt;br /&gt;My friends, one Hungarian and one Colombian, went to my house to sleep over and watch some DVDs, we woke up the they after around 8am. The weather was just BEAUTIFUL, it was spring, not to hot, not to cold. We were talking about going to Luxemburg and travel around during the weekends, but we never sat out a date and a specific time to do it. Not because we weren’t organized enough to do it, but because the weather in Belgium is COMPLETELY unpredictable, and as a result we never knew when was going to be raining or simply sunny. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That morning that we saw such a beautiful blue sky and the weather was so perfect that we only needed a sweater to leave the house, we took all our stuff and ran to the train station to catch a train to Brussels, and than change to another one that was going to take us straight away to Luxemburg the capital city. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we first got there we wasn’t really sure if we were actually in Luxemburg, we could read the word ‘LUXEMBURG’ all around us, but when we left the train station the city seemed so quite and small that we actually thought that we were in a little town in Belgium that probably was called ‘Luxemburg’ and we didn’t know, you know, Capital cities always tend to be messy and noisy, and this one was just the opposite. But anyway, we were already there, so we took a map and started walking around, heading centre of the city.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We spent a whole day walking around, no museums or anything that tourists will normally do. We were just happy to be there, traveling and having fun between us. It was a completely relaxed and unusual day for us. We saw gardens full of Tulips, path and rivers that led us to beautiful parks, and bridges all around with magical views. We just walked, laughed and enjoy the time together in this peaceful city. We went back to Belgium a few hours later more relaxed, happy and calmed than ever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3915937092457082870-6701601568134663913?l=anirocccs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anirocccs.blogspot.com/feeds/6701601568134663913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3915937092457082870&amp;postID=6701601568134663913' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3915937092457082870/posts/default/6701601568134663913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3915937092457082870/posts/default/6701601568134663913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anirocccs.blogspot.com/2007/12/luxemburg-peaceful-city.html' title='LUXEMBURG!! a PEACEFUL City!!'/><author><name>Aniroc Ccs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05212060515803566004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_VdeXkqAan3Q/R4nQRY7z-4I/AAAAAAAAACA/Xc8yJQ1h57o/S220/Photo+26.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VdeXkqAan3Q/R4VZP47z-yI/AAAAAAAAABQ/XzHD3C1WxG4/s72-c/LUXEMBURG.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3915937092457082870.post-1072419308592692314</id><published>2007-12-05T00:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-15T04:38:07.872-08:00</updated><title type='text'>WE WOOOON!!! GANAAAAAMOS!!!!...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VdeXkqAan3Q/R4Yp5o7z-1I/AAAAAAAAABo/04A_TKMAyjk/s1600-h/p1a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VdeXkqAan3Q/R4Yp5o7z-1I/AAAAAAAAABo/04A_TKMAyjk/s320/p1a.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153852893789682514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had this really important referendum last monday in Venezuela, the Government wanted to change the constitution and became a Socialist-Communist country, but the Venezuelan population said NO to the dictatorship and YES to democracy!!...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wish I was there to celebrate this weekend properly, with my friends and family over there, I really need to keep working to have enough money to go back there at least for holidays next year... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One friend told me today, after I told her almost crying how happy I was with the way we defeated the Venezuelan government, "it most feel awful to feel so happy and just see people all around normally walking without knowing anything about the Venezuelan situation", i just nod when she said it... what else could i have said??... it feels empty sometimes..!! But I was just so happy with our victory that I really didn't care about the people that didn't know and that still don't know about the situation back in my country, I was just happy enough to enjoy the victory from far away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We deserved that victory, that defeated to Chavez and his government!!...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3915937092457082870-1072419308592692314?l=anirocccs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anirocccs.blogspot.com/feeds/1072419308592692314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3915937092457082870&amp;postID=1072419308592692314' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3915937092457082870/posts/default/1072419308592692314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3915937092457082870/posts/default/1072419308592692314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anirocccs.blogspot.com/2007/12/we-woooon-ganaaaaamos.html' title='WE WOOOON!!! GANAAAAAMOS!!!!...'/><author><name>Aniroc Ccs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05212060515803566004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_VdeXkqAan3Q/R4nQRY7z-4I/AAAAAAAAACA/Xc8yJQ1h57o/S220/Photo+26.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VdeXkqAan3Q/R4Yp5o7z-1I/AAAAAAAAABo/04A_TKMAyjk/s72-c/p1a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3915937092457082870.post-4723212829854931713</id><published>2007-11-22T15:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-30T02:21:52.205-08:00</updated><title type='text'>CUBA...!!! a weird experience...!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VdeXkqAan3Q/R0YZD_Z2PjI/AAAAAAAAAAw/Psm-2ySbv3c/s1600-h/cuba.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VdeXkqAan3Q/R0YZD_Z2PjI/AAAAAAAAAAw/Psm-2ySbv3c/s320/cuba.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135819981412777522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuba was a weird experience. A country full or contradictions, where so many things are forbidden and yet the country seems beautiful. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I already knew the ugly reality that that country has ‘cause I had had the opportunity to talk to some Cubans overseas and hear stories from them, and because since the moment Chavez started to use Cuba as an example to follow I definitively sat and read as much as I could to understand Chavez’s psycho socialist-communist principles. But anyway, it is different to hear something than to experience it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went last year with some European friends. On our first night there, they –my friends- realised why an Italian friend back home wanted us to bring back a Cuban woman for him, the guys and girls are tall and good looking, although some are a little skinny, this is probably due to the ration tickets system still in place and the very very very low salary they are on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were shocked to find out that tourists are treated differently, the country relies on tourism as a major income and yet forbid us to talk with Cubains, that is except for those who have a job related to tourism. Internet access is illegal so there are very few cyber cafes and they cost way too much; phone calls abroad cost 8€/min so contact with the outside world is nearly impossible. Contacting my brother while I was there for his birthday was an expensive challenge!.. Everything is controlled by the state and the huge amount of propaganda all over the country makes it difficult for them to see how "unfree" they are. Most of the people we talked to told us they had a socialist system and not a communist one and that they were very free. However they are not allowed to sell or buy a house so are stuck in the same town for their entire life and have such a small salary (on average 15€ per month) that they are unable to travel outside of the country. The people were nice but seemed to lie a lot or at least tell stories, maybe to make their life sound more interesting. I know what is like anyway, it is easier to see the problems from an outside point of view, but when you are there in the middle of the struggle it is easy to become blind and pretend that nothing is going on, it is something that people tend to do unconsciously. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuba was an expensive country to visit as life for tourists costs the same as in Europe, but worthwhile as a mind opening experience.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3915937092457082870-4723212829854931713?l=anirocccs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anirocccs.blogspot.com/feeds/4723212829854931713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3915937092457082870&amp;postID=4723212829854931713' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3915937092457082870/posts/default/4723212829854931713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3915937092457082870/posts/default/4723212829854931713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anirocccs.blogspot.com/2007/11/cuba-weird-experience.html' title='CUBA...!!! a weird experience...!!'/><author><name>Aniroc Ccs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05212060515803566004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_VdeXkqAan3Q/R4nQRY7z-4I/AAAAAAAAACA/Xc8yJQ1h57o/S220/Photo+26.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VdeXkqAan3Q/R0YZD_Z2PjI/AAAAAAAAAAw/Psm-2ySbv3c/s72-c/cuba.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3915937092457082870.post-6894931850751685360</id><published>2007-11-20T16:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-22T16:37:55.186-08:00</updated><title type='text'>PERU...!!!... another world!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VdeXkqAan3Q/R0YgAfZ2PmI/AAAAAAAAABI/-QUFPXJyx90/s1600-h/matchupitchu6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VdeXkqAan3Q/R0YgAfZ2PmI/AAAAAAAAABI/-QUFPXJyx90/s320/matchupitchu6.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135827617864629858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like 3 years ago I went to Cusco, a town situated at an altitude of 3200m. We experienced Cusco's night life where we were nearly attacked  by people trying to convince us to go to their bar for free drinks. The guys had fun going round the bars drinking for free.&lt;br /&gt;At the market, people were offering us San Pedro, a cactus extract. It turns out the it's a sort of medecin that purifies the body but also has hallucinating and/or vision effects. After lowering the price, we arranged an appointment with the Chaman for a San Pedro ritual the next morning. He was late as we had expected but made up for it during the day. The taste was pretty awful but we got used to it after having made our "healing request" to Pachamama. The walk in the mountain was really interesting and beautiful. We spent a really nice day all together with weird hallucinations and visions. The only problem is that I wasn't tired and couldn't sleep until 6h30 to then wake up at 8h, but the day was well worth it.&lt;br /&gt;The next day was slow and in the evening we started our long trip to the Machupichu archeological site. Rather than taking the really expensive train to the Machupichu village, we took several buses and walked for 10km, a real adventure! Visiting the site started with a 1h30 walk up steps and with the altitude, it wasn't easy at all. At the top, after a few problems, we managed to get in on the student price even though we didn't have our student cards (I strongly advise K to get a student card to get into all the sites half price!) and luckily as the price is amazingly high! It was an amazing view, a really interesting and enormous site. I understood why the site had such a reputation, we walked through it all day and took loads of pictures. The walk down was easier that walking up but we could still feel the lack of oxygen.&lt;br /&gt;Getting back to Cusco was just as long with the 10km walk, the buses and then the long hours in the back of a lorry completely loaded with merchandise and people. Some of the guys were really complaining but I thought it was really funny…&lt;br /&gt;It took us 2 days rest to get over it and regain energy while visiting the town and it's suroundings, including several really yummy meals in an amazing vegetarian restaurant and drinks in the Km 0 bar with live music and an atmosphere like the ones I love.&lt;br /&gt;It was a really nice and interesting experience….&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3915937092457082870-6894931850751685360?l=anirocccs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anirocccs.blogspot.com/feeds/6894931850751685360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3915937092457082870&amp;postID=6894931850751685360' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3915937092457082870/posts/default/6894931850751685360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3915937092457082870/posts/default/6894931850751685360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anirocccs.blogspot.com/2007/11/like-3-years-ago-i-went-to-cusco-town.html' title='PERU...!!!... another world!!'/><author><name>Aniroc Ccs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05212060515803566004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_VdeXkqAan3Q/R4nQRY7z-4I/AAAAAAAAACA/Xc8yJQ1h57o/S220/Photo+26.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VdeXkqAan3Q/R0YgAfZ2PmI/AAAAAAAAABI/-QUFPXJyx90/s72-c/matchupitchu6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3915937092457082870.post-1018933374015370183</id><published>2007-11-18T14:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-01T16:42:29.546-08:00</updated><title type='text'>VENEZUELA....!! just a reality..!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VdeXkqAan3Q/R0YbjfZ2PlI/AAAAAAAAABA/pDldwleOams/s1600-h/caracas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VdeXkqAan3Q/R0YbjfZ2PlI/AAAAAAAAABA/pDldwleOams/s320/caracas.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135822721601912402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My oldest sister in Belgium went to Venezuela quite a few months ago... I was already here in Sydney, so I didn't have the opportunity to meet her. However my family did, she went to Caracas (which is the city where I come from) with two friends. They were staying @ my house over there, pretty cool!!...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of those days while she was there I called her to talk to her and see how her trip was going. After a few minutes talking about beaches, parties and food she decided to give me her opinion about Venezuela, about my country... I remember it so clear, 'cause it was sooooo realistic and hard to hear, even though I know she was right with everything she was saying... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn’t want to take this blog into politics, ‘cause I know that it is a really complicated thing to talk about in public.. but I just feel that I HAVE TO!!...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We’ve been having classes this semester about Marxism and socialism.. and I have heard many different opinions about it.. &lt;br /&gt;I’m just gonna say the reason I’ve been getting so angry &amp; I have been complaining so much about the things that we’ve been tought. I’m doing this NOT because I have to excuse myself for my behaviour, but because I want maybe some of the ppl in my class to understand part of the reality that now we are having back in my country with Chavez’s government, which principles are socialists- communist→ TOTALITARIUM. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chavez is definitively crazy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- So that the children don’t get up before sunrise to go to school, he wants to change the entire country’s time by 1/2h. Changing the time school starts at is apparently not an option. His decision is causing problems for airline companies etc, but he’s playing the deaf card and won’t listen (he probably wants to show everyone he’s got the power!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- To have a stronger currency, he’s decided to change all the bills and to “delete” 3 zeros from everything, an empanada will therefore cost BF.2.00 instead of Bs.2000.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- It is impossible to get dollars from the banks. This has created a black market as the people who want to travel outside the country need them because the Bolivares (Venezuelan currency) aren’t really exchangeable abroad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- He’s offered Great Britain money so that all old people can travel for free in London. It’s all very nice but all the people dying of hunger in his country and the places where violence is getting worse everyday, what’s he doing about that??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- He rewrote the constitution, therefore granting himself more power and assuring his position in power possibly until 2020.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Of course he’s a big friend of Fidel Castro and very anti-USA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, she understood why many Venezuelans don’t want to live in this country even if they adore it. This being said, other that the political stupidities, the country has a lot to offer, way more than just petrol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3915937092457082870-1018933374015370183?l=anirocccs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anirocccs.blogspot.com/feeds/1018933374015370183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3915937092457082870&amp;postID=1018933374015370183' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3915937092457082870/posts/default/1018933374015370183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3915937092457082870/posts/default/1018933374015370183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anirocccs.blogspot.com/2007/11/cuba-havana.html' title='VENEZUELA....!! just a reality..!!'/><author><name>Aniroc Ccs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05212060515803566004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_VdeXkqAan3Q/R4nQRY7z-4I/AAAAAAAAACA/Xc8yJQ1h57o/S220/Photo+26.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VdeXkqAan3Q/R0YbjfZ2PlI/AAAAAAAAABA/pDldwleOams/s72-c/caracas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3915937092457082870.post-1504035994330238566</id><published>2007-11-08T15:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-30T02:32:32.883-08:00</updated><title type='text'>s'th to say...!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VdeXkqAan3Q/R0YbNPZ2PkI/AAAAAAAAAA4/BmYvJ-2Ox4c/s1600-h/moi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VdeXkqAan3Q/R0YbNPZ2PkI/AAAAAAAAAA4/BmYvJ-2Ox4c/s320/moi.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135822339349823042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something philosophical that just came to my mind &amp; I wanna say..&lt;br /&gt;I have always believed that our behavior and reactions in front of different situations are always linked to the environment where we were raise and where we live. &lt;br /&gt;Paradigms and stereotypes can be linked to different cultures...but that doesn't mean that they are part of it..!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3915937092457082870-1504035994330238566?l=anirocccs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anirocccs.blogspot.com/feeds/1504035994330238566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3915937092457082870&amp;postID=1504035994330238566' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3915937092457082870/posts/default/1504035994330238566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3915937092457082870/posts/default/1504035994330238566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anirocccs.blogspot.com/2007/11/sth-to-say.html' title='s&apos;th to say...!!'/><author><name>Aniroc Ccs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05212060515803566004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_VdeXkqAan3Q/R4nQRY7z-4I/AAAAAAAAACA/Xc8yJQ1h57o/S220/Photo+26.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VdeXkqAan3Q/R0YbNPZ2PkI/AAAAAAAAAA4/BmYvJ-2Ox4c/s72-c/moi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3915937092457082870.post-7964465717242358585</id><published>2007-11-06T01:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-08T15:31:56.965-08:00</updated><title type='text'>FACEBOOK, the way to keep in touch with ALMOST everybody</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VdeXkqAan3Q/RzA3YZRUx0I/AAAAAAAAAAU/51dHY8qigcE/s1600-h/logo_facebook-rgb-7inch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VdeXkqAan3Q/RzA3YZRUx0I/AAAAAAAAAAU/51dHY8qigcE/s320/logo_facebook-rgb-7inch.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129660867814934338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is amazing how technology can shortener distances. &lt;br /&gt;10years ago we were just accepting Internet and its chats room as a possibility to communicate with friends and family, nowadays it is simply UNACCEPTEBLE not to have it at all. &lt;br /&gt;My mum used to cry when my sister was away on her exchange student year (1999) because it wasn’t enough just to hear her on the phone, she wanted more, and now my mum cries when she sees our posted videos in Facebook. She keeps repeating “Facebook is amazing… this new technology is unbelievable”, while we laugh and record more videos for her!!..&lt;br /&gt;I opened facebook under social pressure from a friend from Norway. We met in Belgium; we were both doing an exchange student year over there, we have kept in touch since. She told me that Facebook was “the future” , I have to admitted that I didn’t  believe her, I didn’t use to be the type of girl that prefers to spend more time in front of a computer than hanging around, but anyway, if that was gonna make her happy I was not gonna think it twice.. I ended up opening Facebook, and not only that, finding friends “CLOSE FRIENDS” from all around the world on it.. GREAT!!.. so, since the day I opened Facebook I can't spend more than 1day without checking it. &lt;br /&gt;I guess the reason is because I’m so far away from home, I mean, from my hometown, Facebook makes me feel closer to my friends and family over there, sharing pictures, videos and “drinks”, to at least celebrate that even though we are thousand miles away we talk and chat almost as frequently as we used to, and even to feel a little bit closer home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3915937092457082870-7964465717242358585?l=anirocccs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anirocccs.blogspot.com/feeds/7964465717242358585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3915937092457082870&amp;postID=7964465717242358585' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3915937092457082870/posts/default/7964465717242358585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3915937092457082870/posts/default/7964465717242358585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anirocccs.blogspot.com/2007/11/facebook-way-to-keep-in-touch-with.html' title='FACEBOOK, the way to keep in touch with ALMOST everybody'/><author><name>Aniroc Ccs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05212060515803566004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_VdeXkqAan3Q/R4nQRY7z-4I/AAAAAAAAACA/Xc8yJQ1h57o/S220/Photo+26.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VdeXkqAan3Q/RzA3YZRUx0I/AAAAAAAAAAU/51dHY8qigcE/s72-c/logo_facebook-rgb-7inch.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3915937092457082870.post-2479336326458030025</id><published>2007-10-25T19:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-08T15:34:16.700-08:00</updated><title type='text'>BELGIUM</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VdeXkqAan3Q/RyFWbJRUxzI/AAAAAAAAAAM/-Ybg3npU17Q/s1600-h/belgian+beer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VdeXkqAan3Q/RyFWbJRUxzI/AAAAAAAAAAM/-Ybg3npU17Q/s320/belgian+beer.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125472875269375794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Belgium&lt;/span&gt;... &lt;br /&gt;4 years ago I did a tour with my family around 6 different European countries; it was just wonderful to travel all around those multicultural countries full of history; I didn’t have the opportunity to go to Belgium on that trip, so I was DYING to go to that bilingual and tiny country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got there on August 2004 to do an exchange student year; I went there with another 6 Venezuelans, none of them had been on Europe before, so I gotta admit that I had a great time looking at their facial expressions when we got to the airport of Paris, and then when we caught the train to Brussels. We don’t have trains to travel around countries in Latin America; we only use buses, cars and airplanes to move from one country to another, so, for us it was already something unusual to be travelling on a train, and even more excited to be doing it without our parents (we were only 17yers old), it was a really nice feeling, one of my best memories from that year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lived with the best host family EVER, on a little town called Mont-Saint-Guibert situated not so far away from Brussels (30km to the south). I went to high school on another little town called Gembloux, situated farther from the capital city. I used to spend the whole week travelling between those little towns, and during weekends we (when I say ‘we’ I mean the exchange students) used to go partying somewhere around Belgium; due to the fact that Belgium is a tiny country, it is really REALLY easy to travel from one side to another; we were around 300-350 exchange students, and some how we all knew between each others (you know how that works→ I know you, you know him, he knows them, and so on), ‘cause of that it was really easy to find parties all around Belgium every weekend, we just needed to pick up one to go, and that was it.  Those parties have been the most wildness parties I have ever been to; if someone decided to turn on the lights of the pub, house, garden, etc. where the party was, there was a HUGE possibility to find at least to random couples having sex around us, or women and men vomiting, however, in general I really have to say that I didn’t see much types of drugs around me, just the typical one ‘marihuana’, and only some groups used to smoke it all the time, in general the parties were just made to do whatever you feel like it without drugs; I reckon we spent more weekends drunk then sober that year. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Belgium, this little country can be left aside by half of the tourists 'cause of its small size, however is one the best countries I have ever been!!... even though the weather sucks &amp;  u can spend more time running under the raining than with sunny days, the mixture of cultures, the people, the FOOD, the BEER &amp; the chocolates CANNOT be found anywhere else around the world, not even in Latin America, where we are use to party like animals. Belgium is simply a country full of good vibs!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3915937092457082870-2479336326458030025?l=anirocccs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anirocccs.blogspot.com/feeds/2479336326458030025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3915937092457082870&amp;postID=2479336326458030025' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3915937092457082870/posts/default/2479336326458030025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3915937092457082870/posts/default/2479336326458030025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anirocccs.blogspot.com/2007/10/belgium.html' title='BELGIUM'/><author><name>Aniroc Ccs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05212060515803566004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_VdeXkqAan3Q/R4nQRY7z-4I/AAAAAAAAACA/Xc8yJQ1h57o/S220/Photo+26.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VdeXkqAan3Q/RyFWbJRUxzI/AAAAAAAAAAM/-Ybg3npU17Q/s72-c/belgian+beer.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry></feed>
