tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-61717102980578288672010-02-24T23:40:08.609-06:00Fotos de familia y amigos... el siempre mencionado "baúl del recuerdo". Si quieren ver algunas de sus fotos o videos aquí, me los pueden mandar por email y los publicaré, ¡faltaba más!FerGilhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09783896223773558014fergil.mx@gmail.comBlogger43125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6171710298057828867.post-37335922937869930932009-03-09T10:26:00.005-06:002009-03-09T11:14:21.358-06:00Y... ¿qué sucede los domingos en la mañana? (cuando no hay proyectos urgentes de trabao o viajes a Cuernavaca o... bueno, ya me entienden...<br /><br />Hay clases de Kenjutsu en la escuela Ki Ken Tai!!!! Estudiamos el arte de manejar la espada, igual que hacían los samurais japoneses en la época medieval. La única diferencia real, es que aquí los alumnos no se mueren (todavía), pero los movimientos y la mística son los mismos.<br /><br />Si alguien más tienen ganas de inscribirse, que nos busque en los Viveros de Coyoacán, domingos de 10 a 12, en la "calle" Catalpas. Si, adentro los viveros están divididos por pequeñas callecitas... búsquenle y hallarán...<br /><br />Aquí, un vistazo a la tropa...<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qeL7EE2PRSY/SbVOBnm6UbI/AAAAAAAABkQ/aRkv5D4jo78/s1600-h/kenjutsu+027.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qeL7EE2PRSY/SbVOBnm6UbI/AAAAAAAABkQ/aRkv5D4jo78/s400/kenjutsu+027.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311237125272392114" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qeL7EE2PRSY/SbVNzA8y7ZI/AAAAAAAABkI/iboq87Nog-c/s1600-h/kenjutsu+015.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qeL7EE2PRSY/SbVNzA8y7ZI/AAAAAAAABkI/iboq87Nog-c/s400/kenjutsu+015.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311236874377031058" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qeL7EE2PRSY/SbVNWjFoD3I/AAAAAAAABkA/SS9vMUr7wAE/s1600-h/kenjutsu+023.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qeL7EE2PRSY/SbVNWjFoD3I/AAAAAAAABkA/SS9vMUr7wAE/s400/kenjutsu+023.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311236385324666738" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qeL7EE2PRSY/SbVMz_iyjrI/AAAAAAAABj4/N0zEBrpiqE4/s1600-h/kenjutsu+020.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qeL7EE2PRSY/SbVMz_iyjrI/AAAAAAAABj4/N0zEBrpiqE4/s400/kenjutsu+020.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311235791667760818" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Aquí, la tropa completa... o bueno, casi. Algunos faltaron, pero ya habrá otras fotos.<br /></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qeL7EE2PRSY/SbVDwd5HZFI/AAAAAAAABjw/C28BqMcrFe8/s1600-h/kenjutsu+025.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qeL7EE2PRSY/SbVDwd5HZFI/AAAAAAAABjw/C28BqMcrFe8/s400/kenjutsu+025.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311225835490337874" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6171710298057828867-3733592293786993093?l=bauldefergil.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>FerGilhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09783896223773558014fergil.mx@gmail.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6171710298057828867.post-69149076655125280502008-12-26T16:06:00.016-06:002008-12-26T17:23:23.385-06:00Carlo asistió ya a su primer torneo de Tae-Kwon-Do, con su primera cinta blanca avanzada. El examen para eso lo hizo la semana anterior al Torneo, y es de mencionar que fue el único de los cintas blancas de su examen que supo hacer sin interrupciones la primera "forma" o serie de movimientos, golpes y bloqueos que utilizan los artistas marciales para practicar. Lo hizo excelente, y recibió su cinta avanzada, y ahora llegó la hora de enfrentarse con otros... casi le gana el nervio, pero al final se sobrepuso, se animó y el resto, es historia...<br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qeL7EE2PRSY/SVVi2SzHwCI/AAAAAAAABdI/Un3QtzvmXJ0/s1600-h/DSCF0314.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qeL7EE2PRSY/SVVi2SzHwCI/AAAAAAAABdI/Un3QtzvmXJ0/s400/DSCF0314.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284238422687858722" border="0" /></a> Primero, a organizarse, contarse, contarse de nuevo, repartirse en las áreas de examen, contarse, y esperar... ah, y contarse! (mencioné que se cuentan??)<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qeL7EE2PRSY/SVVg8yV2RBI/AAAAAAAABdA/0bVpGYBme44/s1600-h/DSCF0315.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qeL7EE2PRSY/SVVg8yV2RBI/AAAAAAAABdA/0bVpGYBme44/s400/DSCF0315.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284236335210972178" border="0" /></a>Nuestro pequeño guerrero esperando a entrar al terreno de batalla...<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qeL7EE2PRSY/SVVfPuc1GbI/AAAAAAAABc4/Z0--Odknm_A/s1600-h/DSCF0325.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qeL7EE2PRSY/SVVfPuc1GbI/AAAAAAAABc4/Z0--Odknm_A/s400/DSCF0325.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284234461560773042" border="0" /></a>... y comienzan los moquetes!!! Carlo se acomodó en la posición de combate para hacer sentir su poder...<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qeL7EE2PRSY/SVVej5VtLYI/AAAAAAAABcw/yY08CL1uVu8/s1600-h/DSCF0322.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qeL7EE2PRSY/SVVej5VtLYI/AAAAAAAABcw/yY08CL1uVu8/s400/DSCF0322.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284233708569439618" border="0" /></a>... y díganme si no tiene porte de pequeño guerrero?? Yo digo que sí, pero yo soy el papá...<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qeL7EE2PRSY/SVVeFZQx2JI/AAAAAAAABco/ScYdfWELWtE/s1600-h/DSCF0327.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qeL7EE2PRSY/SVVeFZQx2JI/AAAAAAAABco/ScYdfWELWtE/s400/DSCF0327.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284233184562763922" border="0" /></a>Su entrenador le da consejos en una pausa del combate. Por supuesto, Carlo lo escucha atento...<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qeL7EE2PRSY/SVVddeJR2yI/AAAAAAAABcg/ZdLhGoqEBf8/s1600-h/DSCF0332.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qeL7EE2PRSY/SVVddeJR2yI/AAAAAAAABcg/ZdLhGoqEBf8/s400/DSCF0332.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284232498678717218" border="0" /></a>... pero al final se lo surtieron. Aquí con cara de "uuukela, para esto tanto chou?"<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qeL7EE2PRSY/SVVc93hGYMI/AAAAAAAABcY/Vf_eOG7ENEo/s1600-h/DSCF0334.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qeL7EE2PRSY/SVVc93hGYMI/AAAAAAAABcY/Vf_eOG7ENEo/s400/DSCF0334.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284231955733700802" border="0" /></a>Pero eso no le quitó el buen humor, y además, sabía que lo había hecho bien y con ganas...<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qeL7EE2PRSY/SVVcAm-YQxI/AAAAAAAABcQ/gnm2xndmrD8/s1600-h/DSCF0335.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qeL7EE2PRSY/SVVcAm-YQxI/AAAAAAAABcQ/gnm2xndmrD8/s400/DSCF0335.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284230903321084690" border="0" /></a>Carlo: "Ehh.. esto es para quién???"<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qeL7EE2PRSY/SVVbKp2ypAI/AAAAAAAABcI/v9VpdoupUI0/s1600-h/DSCF0336.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qeL7EE2PRSY/SVVbKp2ypAI/AAAAAAAABcI/v9VpdoupUI0/s400/DSCF0336.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284229976381629442" border="0" /></a>Carlo: "Para mí??? En serio?????"<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qeL7EE2PRSY/SVVaUtesQ2I/AAAAAAAABcA/5zGI0KjwKGM/s1600-h/DSCF0337.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qeL7EE2PRSY/SVVaUtesQ2I/AAAAAAAABcA/5zGI0KjwKGM/s400/DSCF0337.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284229049641354082" border="0" /></a>Carlo: "Wooooras, está bonito... y es mío, jejeje"<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qeL7EE2PRSY/SVVZU6cwMVI/AAAAAAAABb4/HzFpCzZLevE/s1600-h/DSCF0339.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qeL7EE2PRSY/SVVZU6cwMVI/AAAAAAAABb4/HzFpCzZLevE/s400/DSCF0339.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284227953611256146" border="0" /></a>Es hora de celebrar!!!!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qeL7EE2PRSY/SVVYVDZn4-I/AAAAAAAABbw/7paLItfne8s/s1600-h/DSCF0346.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qeL7EE2PRSY/SVVYVDZn4-I/AAAAAAAABbw/7paLItfne8s/s400/DSCF0346.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284226856502420450" border="0" /></a>Celebrando con Tito que el trofeo le patea el cachete...<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qeL7EE2PRSY/SVVXnCZJKII/AAAAAAAABbo/JGg-qqTlsA8/s1600-h/DSCF0345.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qeL7EE2PRSY/SVVXnCZJKII/AAAAAAAABbo/JGg-qqTlsA8/s400/DSCF0345.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284226065957988482" border="0" /></a>Luego con Papá que lo protege del trofeo asesino...<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qeL7EE2PRSY/SVVXIyZ1mDI/AAAAAAAABbg/J76b6k7CINc/s1600-h/DSCF0343.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qeL7EE2PRSY/SVVXIyZ1mDI/AAAAAAAABbg/J76b6k7CINc/s400/DSCF0343.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284225546269857842" border="0" /></a>... y que caray, luego con los dos!!!! Ya entrados en eso...<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6171710298057828867-6914907665512528050?l=bauldefergil.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>FerGilhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09783896223773558014fergil.mx@gmail.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6171710298057828867.post-61198434650068096392008-12-11T18:48:00.002-06:002008-12-11T18:50:09.548-06:00Para todos aquellos que les interese... si, ando estrenando lentes.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qeL7EE2PRSY/SUG1EdaUA4I/AAAAAAAABbA/hxF35j_o2TI/s1600-h/Image033.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qeL7EE2PRSY/SUG1EdaUA4I/AAAAAAAABbA/hxF35j_o2TI/s400/Image033.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278699326474027906" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6171710298057828867-6119843465006809639?l=bauldefergil.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>FerGilhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09783896223773558014fergil.mx@gmail.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6171710298057828867.post-83125900006415642472008-11-26T15:05:00.001-06:002008-11-26T15:32:10.663-06:00Ahora sí, la cuarta es la última entrega de fotos de este cumpleaños. Carlo se la pasó genial, jugando todo el tiempo en el inflable y con sus amigos.<br /><br /><p style="text-align: center;" class="mobile-photo"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qeL7EE2PRSY/SS27W6hHGWI/AAAAAAAABZU/Ka7bSZjyYHs/s1600-h/2008_1122Cumple70038-751455.JPG"><img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qeL7EE2PRSY/SS27W6hHGWI/AAAAAAAABZU/Ka7bSZjyYHs/s320/2008_1122Cumple70038-751455.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273076741060368738" border="0" /></a></p><p style="text-align: center;" class="mobile-photo"> Carlo cortó su pastel como si le debiera dinero, jejejeje... sin piedad!!!<br /><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qeL7EE2PRSY/SS27XXghUPI/AAAAAAAABZc/rupXO0dYyfs/s1600-h/2008_1122Cumple70042-753327.JPG"><img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qeL7EE2PRSY/SS27XXghUPI/AAAAAAAABZc/rupXO0dYyfs/s320/2008_1122Cumple70042-753327.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273076748842520818" border="0" /></a></p><p style="text-align: center;" class="mobile-photo"> Luego, la piñata de Ben 10, casi de su tamaño...<br /><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qeL7EE2PRSY/SS27XiwqGAI/AAAAAAAABZk/U5BSiE-xv1k/s1600-h/2008_1122Cumple70057-754349.JPG"><img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qeL7EE2PRSY/SS27XiwqGAI/AAAAAAAABZk/U5BSiE-xv1k/s320/2008_1122Cumple70057-754349.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273076751862994946" border="0" /></a></p><p style="text-align: center;" class="mobile-photo"> ... duró dos vueltas, pero finalmente, se rompió y ¡A recoger dulces!<br /><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qeL7EE2PRSY/SS27YD7YsQI/AAAAAAAABZs/n_OXAjiJ4yU/s1600-h/2008_1122Cumple70062-755237.JPG"><img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qeL7EE2PRSY/SS27YD7YsQI/AAAAAAAABZs/n_OXAjiJ4yU/s320/2008_1122Cumple70062-755237.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273076760766361858" border="0" /></a></p><p style="text-align: center;" class="mobile-photo"> Carlo como Ben 10... caray, qué parecido salió!!!<br /></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6171710298057828867-8312590000641564247?l=bauldefergil.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>FerGilhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09783896223773558014fergil.mx@gmail.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6171710298057828867.post-35910677985732305542008-11-26T15:03:00.001-06:002008-11-26T15:25:13.443-06:00Tercera llamada... comenzamos! Ah, no! Ya empezamos desde antes, verdad? Bueno, continuamos con las fotos del cumpleaños 7 de Carlo.<br /><br /><p style="text-align: center;" class="mobile-photo"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qeL7EE2PRSY/SS27Lhott3I/AAAAAAAABY0/AZ9HkIni6uA/s1600-h/2008_1122Cumple70031-705860.JPG"><img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qeL7EE2PRSY/SS27Lhott3I/AAAAAAAABY0/AZ9HkIni6uA/s320/2008_1122Cumple70031-705860.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273076545402812274" border="0" /></a></p><p style="text-align: center;" class="mobile-photo"> Por supuesto, tenía que haber partida de pastel, con mañanitas...<br /><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qeL7EE2PRSY/SS27L9avZ9I/AAAAAAAABY8/QCpeD_tUDoM/s1600-h/2008_1122Cumple70033-706654.JPG"><img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qeL7EE2PRSY/SS27L9avZ9I/AAAAAAAABY8/QCpeD_tUDoM/s320/2008_1122Cumple70033-706654.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273076552860395474" border="0" /></a></p><p style="text-align: center;" class="mobile-photo"> Todo mundo cantó, porque todos querían pastel...<br /><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qeL7EE2PRSY/SS27MClndgI/AAAAAAAABZE/9pDgXJxgL1s/s1600-h/2008_1122Cumple70036-707631.JPG"><img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qeL7EE2PRSY/SS27MClndgI/AAAAAAAABZE/9pDgXJxgL1s/s320/2008_1122Cumple70036-707631.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273076554248189442" border="0" /></a></p><p style="text-align: center;" class="mobile-photo"> ... pero las cosas se salieron de control, aaagghh!!!!! Beso de merengue a papá!!!<br /><br /></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6171710298057828867-3591067798573230554?l=bauldefergil.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>FerGilhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09783896223773558014fergil.mx@gmail.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6171710298057828867.post-16357228309074394712008-11-25T18:55:00.002-06:002008-11-25T18:58:12.760-06:00Aquí, la segunda tanda de fotos, todas cortesía de Foto MaNuMa, eventos de calidaaaad!<br /><br /><p style="text-align: center;" class="mobile-photo"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qeL7EE2PRSY/SSyeiNPGSSI/AAAAAAAABYc/42K5xd2NhSo/s1600-h/2008_1122Cumple70013-735944.JPG"><img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qeL7EE2PRSY/SSyeiNPGSSI/AAAAAAAABYc/42K5xd2NhSo/s320/2008_1122Cumple70013-735944.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272763574249736482" border="0" /></a></p><p style="text-align: center;" class="mobile-photo">Nos acompañaron compañeros de trabajo de Maite y mi suegra, que vino desde Cuernavaca nada más a la fiesta!<br /><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qeL7EE2PRSY/SSyeiXl3niI/AAAAAAAABYk/ATdyLBcEc5c/s1600-h/2008_1122Cumple70029-736685.JPG"><img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qeL7EE2PRSY/SSyeiXl3niI/AAAAAAAABYk/ATdyLBcEc5c/s320/2008_1122Cumple70029-736685.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272763577029598754" border="0" /></a></p><p style="text-align: center;" class="mobile-photo">Mi foto favorita del evento, con mis dos amores, Maite y Carlo.<br /><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qeL7EE2PRSY/SSyeitKkrUI/AAAAAAAABYs/vlDvGeL6cXI/s1600-h/2008_1122Cumple70026-738467.JPG"><img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qeL7EE2PRSY/SSyeitKkrUI/AAAAAAAABYs/vlDvGeL6cXI/s320/2008_1122Cumple70026-738467.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272763582820691266" border="0" /></a><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;" class="mobile-photo">... pero no podía faltar la foto "Padre e hijo", que también me encantó.</p><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6171710298057828867-1635722830907439471?l=bauldefergil.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>FerGilhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09783896223773558014fergil.mx@gmail.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6171710298057828867.post-89068250667301500282008-11-25T18:44:00.003-06:002008-11-25T18:52:23.398-06:00Pues bueno, el pasado sábado fue la fiesta del séptimo cumpleaños de Carlo, con tema de Ben 10. Nos aventamos un buen tiempo para planear todo, hacer las invitaciones y demás, para que saliera a pedir de boca. Claro, las cosas no siempre salen de acuerdo al plan, así que todos empezaron a llegar después de las dos de la tarde (la cita fue a la una), hasta que llegó el cumpleañero casi a las 4!!!, afortunadamente para cuando llegó ya había bastantes invitados listos para recibirlo y cantarle las mañanitas!<br /><br /><p style="text-align: center;" class="mobile-photo"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qeL7EE2PRSY/SSycBEHOm2I/AAAAAAAABX8/0AXoaAd6uAo/s1600-h/2008_1122Cumple70009-791963.JPG"><img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qeL7EE2PRSY/SSycBEHOm2I/AAAAAAAABX8/0AXoaAd6uAo/s320/2008_1122Cumple70009-791963.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272760805841869666" border="0" /></a></p><p style="text-align: center;" class="mobile-photo"> Como deben ser, sus mañanitas cantadas en vivo!<br /><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qeL7EE2PRSY/SSycBYDpjEI/AAAAAAAABYE/t4Xywz0Qugg/s1600-h/2008_1122Cumple70010-793373.JPG"><img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qeL7EE2PRSY/SSycBYDpjEI/AAAAAAAABYE/t4Xywz0Qugg/s320/2008_1122Cumple70010-793373.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272760811195567170" border="0" /></a></p><p style="text-align: center;" class="mobile-photo"> ... y que no se diga que el abuelo no le entra a la cantada!<br /><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qeL7EE2PRSY/SSycBt7QHdI/AAAAAAAABYM/-NSBsnqhpfY/s1600-h/2008_1122Cumple70011-794275.JPG"><img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qeL7EE2PRSY/SSycBt7QHdI/AAAAAAAABYM/-NSBsnqhpfY/s320/2008_1122Cumple70011-794275.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272760817065926098" border="0" /></a></p><p style="text-align: center;" class="mobile-photo"> La familia acompañándonos, como siempre y con qué gusto los vemos!<br /><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qeL7EE2PRSY/SSycBw_I9WI/AAAAAAAABYU/3fh77Igm4l0/s1600-h/2008_1122Cumple70012-795398.JPG"><img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qeL7EE2PRSY/SSycBw_I9WI/AAAAAAAABYU/3fh77Igm4l0/s320/2008_1122Cumple70012-795398.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272760817887540578" border="0" /></a></p><div class="gmail_quote"><div style="text-align: center;"> Nos acompañó la tropa Macías... Anita, Alejandro, Alex Jr. y Daniela. Mucho tiempo de no verlos...<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /><br /></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6171710298057828867-8906825066730150028?l=bauldefergil.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>FerGilhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09783896223773558014fergil.mx@gmail.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6171710298057828867.post-85447665050008359742008-09-18T22:31:00.016-06:002008-09-18T23:21:28.746-06:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qeL7EE2PRSY/SNM0aLiYjKI/AAAAAAAAA_E/pHTK1Esjn1E/s1600-h/Sep2008CumpleJavo+143.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qeL7EE2PRSY/SNM0aLiYjKI/AAAAAAAAA_E/pHTK1Esjn1E/s400/Sep2008CumpleJavo+143.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247595615195008162" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Este fue en realidad el cierre de la noche.. una grandiosa luna llena!<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qeL7EE2PRSY/SNMz_beJ1SI/AAAAAAAAA-8/L5x_oQZfhkM/s1600-h/Sep2008CumpleJavo+130.jpg"><br /></a></div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qeL7EE2PRSY/SNMz_beJ1SI/AAAAAAAAA-8/L5x_oQZfhkM/s400/Sep2008CumpleJavo+130.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247595155615765794" /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qeL7EE2PRSY/SNMz_beJ1SI/AAAAAAAAA-8/L5x_oQZfhkM/s1600-h/Sep2008CumpleJavo+130.jpg">Sergio y Julie, estupendos anfitriones de la noche...</a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qeL7EE2PRSY/SNMz_beJ1SI/AAAAAAAAA-8/L5x_oQZfhkM/s1600-h/Sep2008CumpleJavo+130.jpg"><br /></a></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qeL7EE2PRSY/SNMzSKyM_0I/AAAAAAAAA-0/-G9yhCCcF5w/s1600-h/Sep2008CumpleJavo+127.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qeL7EE2PRSY/SNMzSKyM_0I/AAAAAAAAA-0/-G9yhCCcF5w/s400/Sep2008CumpleJavo+127.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247594378042343234" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Por supuesto, Javo y yo echamos el gorgorito junto con el mariachi!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qeL7EE2PRSY/SNMyYILMb8I/AAAAAAAAA-s/v_1Jdi8KUtQ/s1600-h/Sep2008CumpleJavo+117.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qeL7EE2PRSY/SNMyYILMb8I/AAAAAAAAA-s/v_1Jdi8KUtQ/s400/Sep2008CumpleJavo+117.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247593380909445058" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Mi princesa y yo, sonrientes en pose perfecta...</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qeL7EE2PRSY/SNMx4BZ6TrI/AAAAAAAAA-k/uQvui2JGARo/s1600-h/Sep2008CumpleJavo+113.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qeL7EE2PRSY/SNMx4BZ6TrI/AAAAAAAAA-k/uQvui2JGARo/s400/Sep2008CumpleJavo+113.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247592829336309426" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">... pero al final nos ganó la risa!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qeL7EE2PRSY/SNMw_YRn3fI/AAAAAAAAA-c/Zw3EIRAH4w4/s1600-h/Sep2008CumpleJavo+096.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qeL7EE2PRSY/SNMw_YRn3fI/AAAAAAAAA-c/Zw3EIRAH4w4/s400/Sep2008CumpleJavo+096.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247591856223018482" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Javo y Julie mueven el bote!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qeL7EE2PRSY/SNMwgW5peUI/AAAAAAAAA-U/M0ZhK_FXrXo/s1600-h/Sep2008CumpleJavo+092.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qeL7EE2PRSY/SNMwgW5peUI/AAAAAAAAA-U/M0ZhK_FXrXo/s400/Sep2008CumpleJavo+092.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247591323278080322" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Mientras que Sergio ayuda a su yerno a cantar las rancheras...</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qeL7EE2PRSY/SNMvuPSvsEI/AAAAAAAAA-M/0g_FHAgOJXg/s1600-h/Sep2008CumpleJavo+082.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qeL7EE2PRSY/SNMvuPSvsEI/AAAAAAAAA-M/0g_FHAgOJXg/s400/Sep2008CumpleJavo+082.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247590462242402370" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">La sonrisa más natural de la noche corrió a cargo de Rebeca!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qeL7EE2PRSY/SNMvFsy0xJI/AAAAAAAAA-E/p8R6B1BwN4U/s1600-h/Sep2008CumpleJavo+055.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qeL7EE2PRSY/SNMvFsy0xJI/AAAAAAAAA-E/p8R6B1BwN4U/s400/Sep2008CumpleJavo+055.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247589765786944658" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Como el estéreo no hacía suficiente ruido...</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qeL7EE2PRSY/SNMuiSvBAGI/AAAAAAAAA98/xaOvhmiT1Hk/s1600-h/Sep2008CumpleJavo+049.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qeL7EE2PRSY/SNMuiSvBAGI/AAAAAAAAA98/xaOvhmiT1Hk/s400/Sep2008CumpleJavo+049.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247589157496225890" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">La familia gozando de sus cocteles radiactivos...</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qeL7EE2PRSY/SNMuKph4cvI/AAAAAAAAA90/hdp1oHSadpY/s1600-h/Sep2008CumpleJavo+048.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qeL7EE2PRSY/SNMuKph4cvI/AAAAAAAAA90/hdp1oHSadpY/s400/Sep2008CumpleJavo+048.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247588751298294514" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">... al fin que Chernobyl está muy lejos...</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qeL7EE2PRSY/SNMtXK2JVWI/AAAAAAAAA9s/qKEndWZJ01o/s1600-h/Sep2008CumpleJavo+036.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qeL7EE2PRSY/SNMtXK2JVWI/AAAAAAAAA9s/qKEndWZJ01o/s400/Sep2008CumpleJavo+036.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247587866888459618" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Tito y yo la pasamos bien!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qeL7EE2PRSY/SNMs2QpfxlI/AAAAAAAAA9k/z9Tyc_weYp0/s1600-h/Sep2008CumpleJavo+033.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qeL7EE2PRSY/SNMs2QpfxlI/AAAAAAAAA9k/z9Tyc_weYp0/s400/Sep2008CumpleJavo+033.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247587301510334034" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Ah caray! Se nos metió una colada a la foto!!!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qeL7EE2PRSY/SNMsBqWsQ4I/AAAAAAAAA9c/LUtoDVsQnnA/s1600-h/Sep2008CumpleJavo+004.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qeL7EE2PRSY/SNMsBqWsQ4I/AAAAAAAAA9c/LUtoDVsQnnA/s400/Sep2008CumpleJavo+004.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247586397877715842" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Pero la colada era la chica más chic de toda la fiesta...<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6171710298057828867-8544766505000835974?l=bauldefergil.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>FerGilhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09783896223773558014fergil.mx@gmail.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6171710298057828867.post-11575963086798608802008-09-18T22:21:00.003-06:002008-09-18T22:27:36.475-06:00Cuando vamos a Cuernavaca, Carlo no quiere otra cosa que estar en la alberca... ¿el resultado? Chapas como estas...<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qeL7EE2PRSY/SNMpnSuMp1I/AAAAAAAAA9U/x7ZGI5rDfLk/s1600-h/Sep2008CumpleJavo+010.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qeL7EE2PRSY/SNMpnSuMp1I/AAAAAAAAA9U/x7ZGI5rDfLk/s400/Sep2008CumpleJavo+010.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247583745834002258" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qeL7EE2PRSY/SNMpVcWX5wI/AAAAAAAAA9M/PqpsvfnskoQ/s1600-h/Sep2008CumpleJavo+011.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qeL7EE2PRSY/SNMpVcWX5wI/AAAAAAAAA9M/PqpsvfnskoQ/s400/Sep2008CumpleJavo+011.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247583439180785410" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6171710298057828867-1157596308679860880?l=bauldefergil.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>FerGilhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09783896223773558014fergil.mx@gmail.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6171710298057828867.post-67433803347437451012008-07-22T12:25:00.002-06:002008-07-22T12:34:57.204-06:00En este último fin de semana, el muégano Gil-Nungaray recorrió unos 700 kilómetros, pero todo sea por la familia... y por la sonrisa de un niño tan hermoso como el mío. Pero bueno, les dejo las fotos para que vean ustedes mismos....<br /><br />Todas las tomamos en Angangueo, Michoacán, y si ven medio raro el cielo (en serio, allá no es rosa) es cuestión de que se quejen con Sony, fabricante de la cámara....<br /><br />FerGil<br /><br />----------------------------------------------<br /><a href="http://fergil-gallery.blogspot.com/">http://fergil-gallery.blogspot.com</a><br /><a href="http://fergil.blogspot.com/">http://fergil.blogspot.com</a><br /><a href="http://bauldefergil.blogspot.com/">http://bauldefergil.blogspot.com</a><br />----------------------------------------------<br />"Do... or do not... there is no try"<br />Yoda, Jedi Master<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><p style="text-align: center;" class="mobile-photo"><br /><a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qeL7EE2PRSY/SIYmFmx730I/AAAAAAAAAxY/YimuFwgHB2k/s1600-h/DSC00019-725977.JPG"><img src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qeL7EE2PRSY/SIYmFmx730I/AAAAAAAAAxY/YimuFwgHB2k/s320/DSC00019-725977.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225906295361232706" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qeL7EE2PRSY/SIYmGKk1PSI/AAAAAAAAAxo/TFtH5OrNI04/s1600-h/DSC00021-728532.JPG"><br /></a><a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qeL7EE2PRSY/SIYmGKk1PSI/AAAAAAAAAxo/TFtH5OrNI04/s1600-h/DSC00021-728532.JPG"><img src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qeL7EE2PRSY/SIYmGKk1PSI/AAAAAAAAAxo/TFtH5OrNI04/s320/DSC00021-728532.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225906304969948450" border="0" /></a><a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qeL7EE2PRSY/SIYmGKk1PSI/AAAAAAAAAxo/TFtH5OrNI04/s1600-h/DSC00021-728532.JPG"><br /></a></p><p style="text-align: center;" class="mobile-photo"><a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qeL7EE2PRSY/SIYmGRBOODI/AAAAAAAAAxw/7FAevNXgn-g/s1600-h/DSC00022-729181.JPG"><img src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qeL7EE2PRSY/SIYmGRBOODI/AAAAAAAAAxw/7FAevNXgn-g/s320/DSC00022-729181.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225906306699638834" border="0" /></a></p><p style="text-align: center;" class="mobile-photo"><a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qeL7EE2PRSY/SIYmGlbeTjI/AAAAAAAAAx4/2RfCu8eGucg/s1600-h/DSC00023-729935.JPG"><img src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qeL7EE2PRSY/SIYmGlbeTjI/AAAAAAAAAx4/2RfCu8eGucg/s320/DSC00023-729935.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225906312178454066" border="0" /></a></p><p style="text-align: center;" class="mobile-photo"><a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qeL7EE2PRSY/SIYmHMAYZlI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/jHmRodmmgMI/s1600-h/DSC00028-732153.JPG"><img src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qeL7EE2PRSY/SIYmHMAYZlI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/jHmRodmmgMI/s320/DSC00028-732153.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225906322533803602" border="0" /></a></p><p style="text-align: center;" class="mobile-photo"><a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qeL7EE2PRSY/SIYmHX9wQqI/AAAAAAAAAyY/Mb1lxCA7PRw/s1600-h/DSC00029-733634.JPG"><img src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qeL7EE2PRSY/SIYmHX9wQqI/AAAAAAAAAyY/Mb1lxCA7PRw/s320/DSC00029-733634.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225906325744009890" border="0" /></a></p><p style="text-align: center;" class="mobile-photo"><a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_qeL7EE2PRSY/SIYmHhcQ8CI/AAAAAAAAAyg/QB2e_JDPv40/s1600-h/DSC00034-734183.JPG"><img src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_qeL7EE2PRSY/SIYmHhcQ8CI/AAAAAAAAAyg/QB2e_JDPv40/s320/DSC00034-734183.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225906328287899682" border="0" /></a></p><div dir="ltr"></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6171710298057828867-6743380334743745101?l=bauldefergil.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>FerGilhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09783896223773558014fergil.mx@gmail.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6171710298057828867.post-32437304057919034702008-06-15T00:43:00.000-06:002008-06-15T00:54:28.724-06:00No son fotos del mismo día, pero estuve revisando mis fotos y decidí subir estas tres, que me gustan mucho.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qeL7EE2PRSY/SFS8H7v3E5I/AAAAAAAAAss/bfgAKmc7C6w/s1600-h/DSC00143.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qeL7EE2PRSY/SFS8H7v3E5I/AAAAAAAAAss/bfgAKmc7C6w/s400/DSC00143.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211997513258046354" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qeL7EE2PRSY/SFS7xkL7IKI/AAAAAAAAAsk/3pBeQMAKNzk/s1600-h/CuernavacaJul06+056.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qeL7EE2PRSY/SFS7xkL7IKI/AAAAAAAAAsk/3pBeQMAKNzk/s400/CuernavacaJul06+056.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211997128976179362" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qeL7EE2PRSY/SFS7NPnhpyI/AAAAAAAAAsc/ywz6zmx_umk/s1600-h/Varias+dic07+074.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qeL7EE2PRSY/SFS7NPnhpyI/AAAAAAAAAsc/ywz6zmx_umk/s400/Varias+dic07+074.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211996504979515170" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6171710298057828867-3243730405791903470?l=bauldefergil.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>FerGilhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09783896223773558014fergil.mx@gmail.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6171710298057828867.post-6320671230940749732008-05-30T14:54:00.000-06:002008-05-30T14:56:56.273-06:00Esta foto me gustó, fue una boda de un par de amigos, y la verdad salimos bien los tres.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_qeL7EE2PRSY/SEBpylMSgeI/AAAAAAAAAq0/-ZlxlTmWS-0/s1600-h/Familia2008.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_qeL7EE2PRSY/SEBpylMSgeI/AAAAAAAAAq0/-ZlxlTmWS-0/s400/Familia2008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206277486938325474" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6171710298057828867-632067123094074973?l=bauldefergil.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>FerGilhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09783896223773558014fergil.mx@gmail.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6171710298057828867.post-89272750853009267322008-04-30T17:45:00.001-06:002008-04-30T18:17:29.907-06:00Durante los últimos fines de semana organizamos varias cosas, entre ellas una visita al parque de los Ciervos, a un parque en Polanco, y a la antigua casa de los Gil en la colonia Roma. Aquí las fotos de todo eso:<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qeL7EE2PRSY/SBkJwtcMagI/AAAAAAAAApE/-G6J0vmEOwY/s1600-h/2008+233.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qeL7EE2PRSY/SBkJwtcMagI/AAAAAAAAApE/-G6J0vmEOwY/s400/2008+233.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195194377584798210" border="0" /></a>Aquí tres generaciones bajo el mismo árbol... que plantó Tito con mi abuela hace más de 50 años!<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_qeL7EE2PRSY/SBkJD9cMafI/AAAAAAAAAo8/ggp20na8nHc/s1600-h/2008+223.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_qeL7EE2PRSY/SBkJD9cMafI/AAAAAAAAAo8/ggp20na8nHc/s400/2008+223.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195193608785652210" border="0" /></a>En el parque de Polanco, después de pasar un rato viendo los botes de radiocontrol.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qeL7EE2PRSY/SBkH-dcMaeI/AAAAAAAAAo0/BhbVeq81ox4/s1600-h/2008+232.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qeL7EE2PRSY/SBkH-dcMaeI/AAAAAAAAAo0/BhbVeq81ox4/s400/2008+232.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195192414784743906" border="0" /></a>¿A poco no salió bonita la foto? Mis dos razones para ser feliz...<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qeL7EE2PRSY/SBkHmdcMadI/AAAAAAAAAos/bRdMAwuDpfs/s1600-h/2008+221.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qeL7EE2PRSY/SBkHmdcMadI/AAAAAAAAAos/bRdMAwuDpfs/s400/2008+221.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195192002467883474" border="0" /></a>Carlo y su abuela disfrutando de la tarde, el agua y la paseada...<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_qeL7EE2PRSY/SBkHP9cMacI/AAAAAAAAAok/bm2MAQcpa-M/s1600-h/ciervos_5.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_qeL7EE2PRSY/SBkHP9cMacI/AAAAAAAAAok/bm2MAQcpa-M/s400/ciervos_5.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195191615920826818" border="0" /></a>No es cualquier santo... es San Carlo! Lo crean o no....<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qeL7EE2PRSY/SBkF2tcMabI/AAAAAAAAAoc/0pImjz_zr34/s1600-h/2008+239.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qeL7EE2PRSY/SBkF2tcMabI/AAAAAAAAAoc/0pImjz_zr34/s400/2008+239.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195190082617502130" border="0" /></a>... que poco después se transformó en Batman...<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qeL7EE2PRSY/SBkFlNcMaaI/AAAAAAAAAoU/FqjA5sl3Uxc/s1600-h/marzo08_4.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qeL7EE2PRSY/SBkFlNcMaaI/AAAAAAAAAoU/FqjA5sl3Uxc/s400/marzo08_4.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195189781969791394" border="0" /></a>... y en una variante medio extraña de Spiderman.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qeL7EE2PRSY/SBkFVNcMaZI/AAAAAAAAAoM/GUU7uKJAgiM/s1600-h/marzo08_3.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qeL7EE2PRSY/SBkFVNcMaZI/AAAAAAAAAoM/GUU7uKJAgiM/s400/marzo08_3.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195189507091884434" border="0" /></a>Así se subió al muro de escalar. Poco a poco y con cuidado....<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qeL7EE2PRSY/SBkFFdcMaYI/AAAAAAAAAoE/W0QnU3KYclU/s1600-h/marzo08.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qeL7EE2PRSY/SBkFFdcMaYI/AAAAAAAAAoE/W0QnU3KYclU/s400/marzo08.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195189236508944770" border="0" /></a>... aunque no fue lo único a lo que se subió.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6171710298057828867-8927275085300926732?l=bauldefergil.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>FerGilhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09783896223773558014fergil.mx@gmail.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6171710298057828867.post-81236372135619085892008-04-02T14:14:00.000-06:002008-04-02T14:28:03.231-06:00Acabo de recibir una grata sorpresa: una foto de Maite de cuando tenía 16 años!!! Me tomé la libertad de reencuadrarla y quitar algunas manchas y detallitos del archivo original. Aquí la tienen!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qeL7EE2PRSY/R_PrVcvKRuI/AAAAAAAAAng/7Gj4xZTB-po/s1600-h/Maite16.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qeL7EE2PRSY/R_PrVcvKRuI/AAAAAAAAAng/7Gj4xZTB-po/s400/Maite16.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184746349757351650" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6171710298057828867-8123637213561908589?l=bauldefergil.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>FerGilhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09783896223773558014fergil.mx@gmail.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6171710298057828867.post-6657003394529179052008-01-07T12:51:00.000-06:002008-01-07T16:59:48.928-06:00Ahora si, mi amor se puso en velocidad mega-turbo para publicar las fotos de los tres eventos (boda, luna de miel y Navidad, todo en uno), que pueden ver <a href="http://maiteland.blogspot.com/2008/01/crnica-de-una-boda-informal.html">en su blog</a>. Pero igual no me quito el gusto de postear una de las mejores fotos....<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qeL7EE2PRSY/R4Kurg_OkfI/AAAAAAAAAkw/9AGGkFgxM_g/s1600-h/Boda+y+Luna+de+Miel+040.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qeL7EE2PRSY/R4Kurg_OkfI/AAAAAAAAAkw/9AGGkFgxM_g/s200/Boda+y+Luna+de+Miel+040.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152872986278007282" border="0" /></a><br /><br />No se olviden de dejar comentarios, ok?<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6171710298057828867-665700339452917905?l=bauldefergil.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>FerGilhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09783896223773558014fergil.mx@gmail.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6171710298057828867.post-32013133621995500022007-11-30T17:56:00.000-06:002007-11-30T18:16:57.332-06:00Les presento a mi fotógrafa oficial... lo interesante es que también es bastante fotogénica, ¿no? Además salió buena escritora, como lo pueden comprobar <a href="http://maiteland.blogspot.com/">aquí</a>. Yo digo que sale hermosa en estas fotos, pero se vale opinar:<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_qeL7EE2PRSY/R1CmiFAMcYI/AAAAAAAAAko/W_pqJZx2jJY/s1600-R/Deloitte+002.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_qeL7EE2PRSY/R1CmiFAMcYI/AAAAAAAAAko/OJreMXrMYXw/s200/Deloitte+002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138790279218491778" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;">Posando en su oficina de Torre Mayor</span><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qeL7EE2PRSY/R1Clb1AMcXI/AAAAAAAAAkg/-655XLK8K28/s1600-R/Para+imprimir.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qeL7EE2PRSY/R1Clb1AMcXI/AAAAAAAAAkg/2c-RtcYhDT8/s200/Para+imprimir.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138789072332681586" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;">De cuando en cuando salimos con una expresión taaaan natural, que vale la pena publicar la foto...</span><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6171710298057828867-3201313362199550002?l=bauldefergil.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>FerGilhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09783896223773558014fergil.mx@gmail.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6171710298057828867.post-16632958128139761112007-11-28T22:25:00.000-06:002007-11-28T23:27:16.015-06:00Finalmente, después de un año de esperarlo, llegó la fiesta de 6 años de Carlo. El tema de la fiesta fueron superhéroes, pero el favorito, por si lo dudan, es Superman. Aquí les dejo algunas fotos para que se imaginen qué tanta diversión hubo.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qeL7EE2PRSY/R05F68dh1eI/AAAAAAAAAkY/N6TL2JOO85Y/s1600-h/Carlo6a%C3%B1os+003.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qeL7EE2PRSY/R05F68dh1eI/AAAAAAAAAkY/N6TL2JOO85Y/s200/Carlo6a%C3%B1os+003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138121103841023458" border="0" /></a>Aquí vemos a Superman (Carlo) divirtiéndose con Supergirl (Meni) en el inflable...<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qeL7EE2PRSY/R05FlMdh1dI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/sG2Z3uP2RFA/s1600-h/Carlo6a%C3%B1os+001.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qeL7EE2PRSY/R05FlMdh1dI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/sG2Z3uP2RFA/s200/Carlo6a%C3%B1os+001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138120730178868690" border="0" /></a>A los dos les gusta posar, ¿me creerían?<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_qeL7EE2PRSY/R05FMcdh1cI/AAAAAAAAAkI/Y_-NzSJPfUo/s1600-h/Carlo6a%C3%B1os+004.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_qeL7EE2PRSY/R05FMcdh1cI/AAAAAAAAAkI/Y_-NzSJPfUo/s200/Carlo6a%C3%B1os+004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138120304977106370" border="0" /></a>Superman con Jor-El (si, ese soy yo, el sujeto de las canas artificiales)<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qeL7EE2PRSY/R05Exsdh1bI/AAAAAAAAAkA/_v3CgoduFHA/s1600-h/Carlo6a%C3%B1os+005.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qeL7EE2PRSY/R05Exsdh1bI/AAAAAAAAAkA/_v3CgoduFHA/s200/Carlo6a%C3%B1os+005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138119845415605682" border="0" /></a>Apenas lo está cargando uno, y se quiere echar a volar!!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_qeL7EE2PRSY/R05EXcdh1aI/AAAAAAAAAj4/I4N1xf1dGHQ/s1600-h/Carlo6a%C3%B1os+007.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_qeL7EE2PRSY/R05EXcdh1aI/AAAAAAAAAj4/I4N1xf1dGHQ/s200/Carlo6a%C3%B1os+007.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138119394444039586" border="0" /></a>... y seguir volando, por toda la ciudad!!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qeL7EE2PRSY/R05D58dh1ZI/AAAAAAAAAjw/SOnJeX30QuY/s1600-h/Carlo6a%C3%B1os+009.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qeL7EE2PRSY/R05D58dh1ZI/AAAAAAAAAjw/SOnJeX30QuY/s200/Carlo6a%C3%B1os+009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138118887637898642" border="0" /></a>Por supuesto, una sola Supergirl no basta. También Paola le entró a la super-moda.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qeL7EE2PRSY/R05DhMdh1YI/AAAAAAAAAjo/WfHs9ufdFZM/s1600-h/Carlo6a%C3%B1os+012.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qeL7EE2PRSY/R05DhMdh1YI/AAAAAAAAAjo/WfHs9ufdFZM/s200/Carlo6a%C3%B1os+012.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138118462436136322" border="0" /></a>Maite, Meni y Karla... por si lo dudaban, los clones SI existen!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qeL7EE2PRSY/R05DJsdh1XI/AAAAAAAAAjg/170ZQXs6Nis/s1600-h/Carlo6a%C3%B1os+015.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qeL7EE2PRSY/R05DJsdh1XI/AAAAAAAAAjg/170ZQXs6Nis/s200/Carlo6a%C3%B1os+015.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138118058709210482" border="0" /></a>La tropa Matamoros hizo su aparición... tempranito y todo, ¿quién lo dijera?<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qeL7EE2PRSY/R05Cpsdh1WI/AAAAAAAAAjY/xzasbK4CWxw/s1600-h/Carlo6a%C3%B1os+018.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qeL7EE2PRSY/R05Cpsdh1WI/AAAAAAAAAjY/xzasbK4CWxw/s200/Carlo6a%C3%B1os+018.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138117508953396578" border="0" /></a>"A ver, Carlo, haz como si le fueras a pegar"... pero luego sí le pegó, jejeje<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qeL7EE2PRSY/R05CM8dh1VI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/8VvNaKh7Mus/s1600-h/Carlo6a%C3%B1os+027.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qeL7EE2PRSY/R05CM8dh1VI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/8VvNaKh7Mus/s200/Carlo6a%C3%B1os+027.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138117015032157522" border="0" /></a>Carlo ya sabía lo que era el regalo desde hacía un tiempo, pero igual se emocionó y le gustó...<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qeL7EE2PRSY/R05BzMdh1UI/AAAAAAAAAjI/6UWjUMuy0Tc/s1600-h/Carlo6a%C3%B1os+030.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qeL7EE2PRSY/R05BzMdh1UI/AAAAAAAAAjI/6UWjUMuy0Tc/s200/Carlo6a%C3%B1os+030.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138116572650526018" border="0" /></a>Superman partiendo el super-pastel...<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qeL7EE2PRSY/R05BUsdh1TI/AAAAAAAAAjA/2-37qLeAcZI/s1600-h/Carlo6a%C3%B1os+031.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qeL7EE2PRSY/R05BUsdh1TI/AAAAAAAAAjA/2-37qLeAcZI/s200/Carlo6a%C3%B1os+031.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138116048664515890" border="0" /></a>... y con esa super-fuerza, se partió como si fuera de tres leches!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qeL7EE2PRSY/R05A28dh1SI/AAAAAAAAAi4/DShIjKDnhU8/s1600-h/Carlo6a%C3%B1os+032.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qeL7EE2PRSY/R05A28dh1SI/AAAAAAAAAi4/DShIjKDnhU8/s200/Carlo6a%C3%B1os+032.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138115537563407650" border="0" /></a>La abuela posando junto a Carlo... por una vez, frente a la cámara, no detras de ella.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qeL7EE2PRSY/R05AWMdh1RI/AAAAAAAAAiw/UXVcXlEOiew/s1600-h/Carlo6a%C3%B1os+036.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qeL7EE2PRSY/R05AWMdh1RI/AAAAAAAAAiw/UXVcXlEOiew/s200/Carlo6a%C3%B1os+036.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138114974922691858" border="0" /></a>Carlo con sus papás. ¿Se nota que se divirtió, o no?<br /><br />Para rematar, un video... las clásicas mañanitas del cumpleaños!!<br /><br /><object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-e199bd7241b77b25" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"><param name="movie" value="http://www.blogger.com/img/videoplayer.swf?videoUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fv3.nonxt3.googlevideo.com%2Fvideoplayback%3Fid%3De199bd7241b77b25%26itag%3D5%26begin%3D0%26len%3D86400000%26app%3Dblogger%26et%3Dplay%26el%3DEMBEDDED%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1271307354%26sparams%3Did%252Citag%252Cip%252Cipbits%252Cexpire%26signature%3D74471ECB27579CF986E5836B65C96C89616BB1DD.6393ADA9EA0A7537E49DB38B6EC6A97874722C28%26key%3Dck1&amp;thumbnailUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fvideo.google.com%2FThumbnailServer2%3Fapp%3Dblogger%26contentid%3De199bd7241b77b25%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw320%26sigh%3D2TY90xdF6hRW0TVVzIsAEhSrCz8&amp;messagesUrl=video.google.com%2FFlashUiStrings.xlb%3Fframe%3Dflashstrings%26hl%3Den&amp;nogvlm=1"><param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"><embed width="320" height="266" src="http://www.blogger.com/img/videoplayer.swf?videoUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fv3.nonxt3.googlevideo.com%2Fvideoplayback%3Fid%3De199bd7241b77b25%26itag%3D5%26begin%3D0%26len%3D86400000%26app%3Dblogger%26et%3Dplay%26el%3DEMBEDDED%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1271307354%26sparams%3Did%252Citag%252Cip%252Cipbits%252Cexpire%26signature%3D74471ECB27579CF986E5836B65C96C89616BB1DD.6393ADA9EA0A7537E49DB38B6EC6A97874722C28%26key%3Dck1&amp;thumbnailUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fvideo.google.com%2FThumbnailServer2%3Fapp%3Dblogger%26contentid%3De199bd7241b77b25%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw320%26sigh%3D2TY90xdF6hRW0TVVzIsAEhSrCz8&amp;messagesUrl=video.google.com%2FFlashUiStrings.xlb%3Fframe%3Dflashstrings%26hl%3Den&amp;nogvlm=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"></embed></object></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6171710298057828867-1663295812813976111?l=bauldefergil.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>FerGilhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09783896223773558014fergil.mx@gmail.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6171710298057828867.post-58480212147888419312007-11-09T12:47:00.000-06:002007-11-09T16:53:39.423-06:00Estas son las fotos de mi viaje de 17 días a Montreal, Canadá. Debido a las curiosidades de blogger, están en el orden inverso al que las tomé, pero no importa, voy a colocar un pequeño comentario a cada foto (igual no es fotonovela, el orden no importa). Jamás había tomado tantas fotos en toda mi vida. Estas parecen muchas, pero son sólo un breve extracto del registro visual del viajecito. Disfruten.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qeL7EE2PRSY/RzTVxTQpuyI/AAAAAAAAAio/HDA140qrVyE/s1600-h/Canada+441.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qeL7EE2PRSY/RzTVxTQpuyI/AAAAAAAAAio/HDA140qrVyE/s200/Canada+441.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130960918442261282" border="0" /></a>Aeropuerto Internacional de la Ciudad de México... punto de partida y retorno. Esta foto es del regreso, mientras el avión esperaba lugar en la terminal...<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_qeL7EE2PRSY/RzTVOzQpuxI/AAAAAAAAAig/ci9FC3f4tV0/s1600-h/Canada+422.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_qeL7EE2PRSY/RzTVOzQpuxI/AAAAAAAAAig/ci9FC3f4tV0/s200/Canada+422.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130960325736774418" border="0" /></a>Esto no tengo idea de qué sea... es una especie de pantano, mientras sobrevolábamos el Golfo de México, me parece que del lado mexicano. Si alguien tiene una idea, espero comentarios.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_qeL7EE2PRSY/RzTU5zQpuwI/AAAAAAAAAiY/JTxU54JCEKU/s1600-h/Canada+416.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_qeL7EE2PRSY/RzTU5zQpuwI/AAAAAAAAAiY/JTxU54JCEKU/s200/Canada+416.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130959964959521538" border="0" /></a>Mismos pantanos... esta imagen es de unos 5 minutos antes de la anterior. El terreno es verdaderamente extraño...<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qeL7EE2PRSY/RzTUoTQpuvI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/hWm4_Y4FM9c/s1600-h/Canada+398.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qeL7EE2PRSY/RzTUoTQpuvI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/hWm4_Y4FM9c/s200/Canada+398.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130959664311810802" border="0" /></a>Un río sobre Estados Unidos, al acercarnos al Golfo de México. El reflejo del sol lo hace brillar increíble...<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qeL7EE2PRSY/RzTURDQpuuI/AAAAAAAAAiI/fttvvO8uw4I/s1600-h/Canada+390.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qeL7EE2PRSY/RzTURDQpuuI/AAAAAAAAAiI/fttvvO8uw4I/s200/Canada+390.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130959264879852258" border="0" /></a>El estadio olímpico de Montreal. Llegué de noche, de modo que no había mucho que ver...<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qeL7EE2PRSY/RzTTijQputI/AAAAAAAAAiA/7eNb1MqkXqo/s1600-h/Canada+378.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qeL7EE2PRSY/RzTTijQputI/AAAAAAAAAiA/7eNb1MqkXqo/s200/Canada+378.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130958466015935186" border="0" /></a>El <span style="font-style: italic;">Vieux Montreal</span>, corazón antiguo de la ciudad. Verdaderamente impresionante.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qeL7EE2PRSY/RzTTIDQpusI/AAAAAAAAAh4/0usKZLdQVKw/s1600-h/Canada+361.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qeL7EE2PRSY/RzTTIDQpusI/AAAAAAAAAh4/0usKZLdQVKw/s200/Canada+361.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130958010749401794" border="0" /></a>Este es el estilo de casas del centro de Montreal: casas de dos o tres pisos, con estilo europeo. Es verdaderamente una ciudad bella. Aquí, un parque que me encontré mientras caminaba...<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qeL7EE2PRSY/RzTSsjQpurI/AAAAAAAAAhw/M2QeekLyfm0/s1600-h/Canada+331.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qeL7EE2PRSY/RzTSsjQpurI/AAAAAAAAAhw/M2QeekLyfm0/s200/Canada+331.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130957538302999218" border="0" /></a>Una iglesia que estaba cerca de mi lugar de hospedaje. Abundan las iglesias. Ésta, a pesar de ser así de bella, ni siquiera estaba en guías de turistas, era "sólo otra más", jejejeje.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qeL7EE2PRSY/RzTSYDQpuqI/AAAAAAAAAho/xtbI2CexbCk/s1600-h/Canada+325.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qeL7EE2PRSY/RzTSYDQpuqI/AAAAAAAAAho/xtbI2CexbCk/s200/Canada+325.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130957186115680930" border="0" /></a>El mercado de Atwater, cerca de mi alojamiento. Ahí se pueden hallar también los locales de flores y otras cosillas...<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qeL7EE2PRSY/RzTSDjQpupI/AAAAAAAAAhg/SYqMT6qp3Hg/s1600-h/Canada+320.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qeL7EE2PRSY/RzTSDjQpupI/AAAAAAAAAhg/SYqMT6qp3Hg/s200/Canada+320.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130956833928362642" border="0" /></a>Uno de los locales del mercado de Atwater, de dulces y productos típicos. No se parece a los mercados del DF, o sí?<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_qeL7EE2PRSY/RzTR2zQpuoI/AAAAAAAAAhY/N5aetqj9M-Q/s1600-h/Canada+318.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_qeL7EE2PRSY/RzTR2zQpuoI/AAAAAAAAAhY/N5aetqj9M-Q/s200/Canada+318.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130956614885030530" border="0" /></a>Justo afuera del edificio del mercado estaba este puesto de calabazas... ya se acercaba Halloween!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qeL7EE2PRSY/RzTRfjQpunI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/wjvHgRNshxk/s1600-h/Canada+316.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qeL7EE2PRSY/RzTRfjQpunI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/wjvHgRNshxk/s200/Canada+316.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130956215453071986" border="0" /></a>La torre de una iglesia cercana.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qeL7EE2PRSY/RzTRUTQpumI/AAAAAAAAAhI/C-vIT9n5vaw/s1600-h/Canada+314.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qeL7EE2PRSY/RzTRUTQpumI/AAAAAAAAAhI/C-vIT9n5vaw/s200/Canada+314.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130956022179543650" border="0" /></a>El corazón de la ciudad es el parque de Mount Royal, cuyo monte es, por decreto de las autoridades locales, más alto que cualquier edificio de la ciudad. Aquí, una vista lluviosa.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qeL7EE2PRSY/RzTQ-jQpulI/AAAAAAAAAhA/fOmC9Pt0ujg/s1600-h/Canada+294.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qeL7EE2PRSY/RzTQ-jQpulI/AAAAAAAAAhA/fOmC9Pt0ujg/s200/Canada+294.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130955648517388882" border="0" /></a>En el parque de Mount Royal me encontré esta banca... queda reservada para Maite y para mí.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qeL7EE2PRSY/RzTQrTQpukI/AAAAAAAAAg4/lkUR9ceWCuY/s1600-h/Canada+289.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qeL7EE2PRSY/RzTQrTQpukI/AAAAAAAAAg4/lkUR9ceWCuY/s200/Canada+289.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130955317804907074" border="0" /></a>Vista del centro de Montreal desde el mirador en Mount Royal. A lo lejos se alcanza a apreciar el río que rodea la isla.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_qeL7EE2PRSY/RzTQGzQpujI/AAAAAAAAAgw/amqgpffLEHQ/s1600-h/Canada+275.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_qeL7EE2PRSY/RzTQGzQpujI/AAAAAAAAAgw/amqgpffLEHQ/s200/Canada+275.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130954690739681842" border="0" /></a>Un caminante nos muestra el tamaño de los árboles de Mount Royal.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qeL7EE2PRSY/RzTP3TQpuiI/AAAAAAAAAgo/NT5LQBX34zM/s1600-h/Canada+267.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qeL7EE2PRSY/RzTP3TQpuiI/AAAAAAAAAgo/NT5LQBX34zM/s200/Canada+267.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130954424451709474" border="0" /></a>Los patos son más veloces de lo que pensaba...<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qeL7EE2PRSY/RzTPnTQpuhI/AAAAAAAAAgg/D535s_vCunc/s1600-h/Canada+264.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qeL7EE2PRSY/RzTPnTQpuhI/AAAAAAAAAgg/D535s_vCunc/s200/Canada+264.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130954149573802514" border="0" /></a>En el parque de Mount Royal se pueden encontrar muchas esculturas... aquí, tan solo una de ellas.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_qeL7EE2PRSY/RzTO-zQpugI/AAAAAAAAAgY/BQXPNjodquQ/s1600-h/Canada+261.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_qeL7EE2PRSY/RzTO-zQpugI/AAAAAAAAAgY/BQXPNjodquQ/s200/Canada+261.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130953453789100546" border="0" /></a>También hay un lago... ya se comienza a notar que se acercaba el otoño, no?<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_qeL7EE2PRSY/RzTOvzQpufI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/8VFKAz99wo0/s1600-h/Canada+259.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_qeL7EE2PRSY/RzTOvzQpufI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/8VFKAz99wo0/s200/Canada+259.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130953196091062770" border="0" /></a>... pero este amigo, tan campante... no que volabas al sur??<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qeL7EE2PRSY/RzTOfTQpueI/AAAAAAAAAgI/gBneUYTpIsI/s1600-h/Canada+252.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qeL7EE2PRSY/RzTOfTQpueI/AAAAAAAAAgI/gBneUYTpIsI/s200/Canada+252.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130952912623221218" border="0" /></a>Así se veía el lago de Mount Royal cuando llegué caminando.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_qeL7EE2PRSY/RzTOFzQpudI/AAAAAAAAAgA/SDBkQ8yL4JA/s1600-h/Canada+225.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_qeL7EE2PRSY/RzTOFzQpudI/AAAAAAAAAgA/SDBkQ8yL4JA/s200/Canada+225.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130952474536557010" border="0" /></a>Una de muchas construcciones que me encontré dando la vuelta por la ciudad.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qeL7EE2PRSY/RzTN5TQpucI/AAAAAAAAAf4/wiRR6HgvHg0/s1600-h/Canada+223.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qeL7EE2PRSY/RzTN5TQpucI/AAAAAAAAAf4/wiRR6HgvHg0/s200/Canada+223.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130952259788192194" border="0" /></a>El Oratorio de St. Joseph, uno de los monumentos centrales de la ciudad, y tal vez uno de los más grandes... verdaderamente, tendrían que estar ahí para apreciar lo masivo de la construcción.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qeL7EE2PRSY/RzTNujQpubI/AAAAAAAAAfw/GhY3wqRUl34/s1600-h/Canada+220.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qeL7EE2PRSY/RzTNujQpubI/AAAAAAAAAfw/GhY3wqRUl34/s200/Canada+220.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130952075104598450" border="0" /></a>Atardecer en Montreal, estelarizado por su servilleta...<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qeL7EE2PRSY/RzTNcTQpuaI/AAAAAAAAAfo/OWz_zCzgkTI/s1600-h/Canada+217.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qeL7EE2PRSY/RzTNcTQpuaI/AAAAAAAAAfo/OWz_zCzgkTI/s200/Canada+217.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130951761571985826" border="0" /></a>Atardecer sobre la ciudad de Montreal, esta vez, sin su servilleta.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_qeL7EE2PRSY/RzTNIzQpuZI/AAAAAAAAAfg/dqBdusJE-94/s1600-h/Canada+207.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_qeL7EE2PRSY/RzTNIzQpuZI/AAAAAAAAAfg/dqBdusJE-94/s200/Canada+207.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130951426564536722" border="0" /></a>El atardecer que me tocó ver fue en el oratorio de St. Joseph... todas estas fotos son desde ahí.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qeL7EE2PRSY/RzTMwjQpuYI/AAAAAAAAAfY/CbuYzcySb9c/s1600-h/Canada+205.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qeL7EE2PRSY/RzTMwjQpuYI/AAAAAAAAAfY/CbuYzcySb9c/s200/Canada+205.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130951009952708994" border="0" /></a>Un poco más temprano... todavía se ve el sol.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qeL7EE2PRSY/RzTMeDQpuXI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/iuDtTSROlhs/s1600-h/Canada+193.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qeL7EE2PRSY/RzTMeDQpuXI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/iuDtTSROlhs/s200/Canada+193.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130950692125129074" border="0" /></a>Interior de una de las capillas del Oratorio.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_qeL7EE2PRSY/RzTENzQpuWI/AAAAAAAAAfI/NBjtzKZzLTY/s1600-h/Canada+191.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_qeL7EE2PRSY/RzTENzQpuWI/AAAAAAAAAfI/NBjtzKZzLTY/s200/Canada+191.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130941616859232610" border="0" /></a>Estatua dedicada a San José, patrono local.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qeL7EE2PRSY/RzTEEDQpuVI/AAAAAAAAAfA/y8oIbXLfJdA/s1600-h/Canada+185.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qeL7EE2PRSY/RzTEEDQpuVI/AAAAAAAAAfA/y8oIbXLfJdA/s200/Canada+185.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130941449355508050" border="0" /></a>El Oratorio desde muuuy lejos... en serio.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_qeL7EE2PRSY/RzTD7zQpuUI/AAAAAAAAAe4/Hik1QrewtlI/s1600-h/Canada+183.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_qeL7EE2PRSY/RzTD7zQpuUI/AAAAAAAAAe4/Hik1QrewtlI/s200/Canada+183.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130941307621587266" border="0" /></a>Una vista mejor del Oratorio de St. Joseph.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qeL7EE2PRSY/RzTDtDQpuTI/AAAAAAAAAew/tOCDyaGxhxY/s1600-h/Canada+161.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qeL7EE2PRSY/RzTDtDQpuTI/AAAAAAAAAew/tOCDyaGxhxY/s200/Canada+161.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130941054218516786" border="0" /></a>... justo antes de un concierto de la Orquesta Filarmónica del Conservatorio de Montreal. Un deleite escucharlos interpretar a Bach y a Beethoven.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qeL7EE2PRSY/RzTCtjQpuSI/AAAAAAAAAeo/IQdjq9MrBG0/s1600-h/Canada+160.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qeL7EE2PRSY/RzTCtjQpuSI/AAAAAAAAAeo/IQdjq9MrBG0/s200/Canada+160.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130939963296823586" border="0" /></a>Lobby del teatro donde escuché a la Filarmónica...<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qeL7EE2PRSY/RzTCkTQpuRI/AAAAAAAAAeg/Te33P-5eKQA/s1600-h/Canada+158.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qeL7EE2PRSY/RzTCkTQpuRI/AAAAAAAAAeg/Te33P-5eKQA/s200/Canada+158.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130939804383033618" border="0" /></a>... donde también estaba esta escultura.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qeL7EE2PRSY/RzTCVTQpuQI/AAAAAAAAAeY/-Y9c0RNwRjQ/s1600-h/Canada+154.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qeL7EE2PRSY/RzTCVTQpuQI/AAAAAAAAAeY/-Y9c0RNwRjQ/s200/Canada+154.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130939546684995842" border="0" /></a>Este es un pequeño parque y lago que se encuentran en el malecón que da al río y los muelles del Viejo Montreal.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qeL7EE2PRSY/RzS29jQpuPI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/GnlIVGaObTc/s1600-h/Canada+151.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qeL7EE2PRSY/RzS29jQpuPI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/GnlIVGaObTc/s200/Canada+151.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130927044035197170" border="0" /></a>Si, en verdad estaba allá... y hay algunas fotos para probarlo. Del otro lado del río, la villa olímpica que alojó a los atletas durante los juegos en Montreal.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_qeL7EE2PRSY/RzS2bzQpuOI/AAAAAAAAAeI/nj0xMG9548A/s1600-h/Canada+132.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_qeL7EE2PRSY/RzS2bzQpuOI/AAAAAAAAAeI/nj0xMG9548A/s200/Canada+132.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130926464214612194" border="0" /></a>El interior de la Basílica de Notre Dame. Estaba un poco obscuro, pero espero igual les guste.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_qeL7EE2PRSY/RzS2DzQpuNI/AAAAAAAAAeA/hH89N8w2xUQ/s1600-h/Canada+126.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_qeL7EE2PRSY/RzS2DzQpuNI/AAAAAAAAAeA/hH89N8w2xUQ/s200/Canada+126.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130926051897751762" border="0" /></a>La Place des Arts, un conjunto de museos y teatros donde tuve la oportunidad de ver dos conciertos. Además, tiene una estación del metro justo debajo.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qeL7EE2PRSY/RzS16DQpuMI/AAAAAAAAAd4/2ZZxhTgbctc/s1600-h/Canada+124.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qeL7EE2PRSY/RzS16DQpuMI/AAAAAAAAAd4/2ZZxhTgbctc/s200/Canada+124.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130925884394027202" border="0" /></a>Iglesia en la rue de St. Catherine, una de las calles turísticas principales de la ciudad.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_qeL7EE2PRSY/RzS1lzQpuLI/AAAAAAAAAdw/aNUeaAuy7l0/s1600-h/Canada+123.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_qeL7EE2PRSY/RzS1lzQpuLI/AAAAAAAAAdw/aNUeaAuy7l0/s200/Canada+123.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130925536501676210" border="0" /></a>Otra iglesia en la misma calle. En serio, abundan.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qeL7EE2PRSY/RzS1LDQpuKI/AAAAAAAAAdo/GqwEOH-XyUg/s1600-h/Canada+121.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qeL7EE2PRSY/RzS1LDQpuKI/AAAAAAAAAdo/GqwEOH-XyUg/s200/Canada+121.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130925076940175522" border="0" /></a>Otra vista de la misma iglesia. Me encantó la forma en que conviven la arquitectura antigua y moderna. Verdaderamente, un ejemplo de urbanización.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qeL7EE2PRSY/RzS01jQpuJI/AAAAAAAAAdg/x1Xr5HJ22v4/s1600-h/Canada+119.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qeL7EE2PRSY/RzS01jQpuJI/AAAAAAAAAdg/x1Xr5HJ22v4/s200/Canada+119.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130924707572988050" border="0" /></a>Parte posterior de la Basílica de Marie, Reigne du Monde.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_qeL7EE2PRSY/RzS0gzQpuII/AAAAAAAAAdY/tzVk1LzF_W4/s1600-h/Canada+112.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_qeL7EE2PRSY/RzS0gzQpuII/AAAAAAAAAdY/tzVk1LzF_W4/s200/Canada+112.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130924351090702466" border="0" /></a>Una iglesia anglicana que me encontré de paso... ¿ya dije que abundan?<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qeL7EE2PRSY/RzSzwTQpuHI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/aNktBaRnLMw/s1600-h/Canada+109.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qeL7EE2PRSY/RzSzwTQpuHI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/aNktBaRnLMw/s200/Canada+109.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130923517867047026" border="0" /></a>Lado derecho de la Basílica.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_qeL7EE2PRSY/RzSzfzQpuGI/AAAAAAAAAdI/d6Q85YU1JcQ/s1600-h/Canada+100.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_qeL7EE2PRSY/RzSzfzQpuGI/AAAAAAAAAdI/d6Q85YU1JcQ/s200/Canada+100.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130923234399205474" border="0" /></a>Interior de la Basílica... si apantalla, no? Aquí, vemos el púlpito.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qeL7EE2PRSY/RzSwPDQpuFI/AAAAAAAAAdA/wnsZhxlonpY/s1600-h/Canada+096.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qeL7EE2PRSY/RzSwPDQpuFI/AAAAAAAAAdA/wnsZhxlonpY/s200/Canada+096.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130919648101513298" border="0" /></a>Acá, la nave central...<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qeL7EE2PRSY/RzSv3jQpuEI/AAAAAAAAAc4/toRf4j7Z9oI/s1600-h/Canada+093.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qeL7EE2PRSY/RzSv3jQpuEI/AAAAAAAAAc4/toRf4j7Z9oI/s200/Canada+093.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130919244374587458" border="0" /></a>... y finalmente, el exterior.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_qeL7EE2PRSY/RzSvXzQpuDI/AAAAAAAAAcw/_OZ_h7mkBMI/s1600-h/Canada+085.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_qeL7EE2PRSY/RzSvXzQpuDI/AAAAAAAAAcw/_OZ_h7mkBMI/s200/Canada+085.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130918698913740850" border="0" /></a>No todo es glamour en Montreal.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qeL7EE2PRSY/RzSuiDQpuCI/AAAAAAAAAco/UDFCYxWTjgw/s1600-h/Canada+056.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qeL7EE2PRSY/RzSuiDQpuCI/AAAAAAAAAco/UDFCYxWTjgw/s200/Canada+056.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130917775495772194" border="0" /></a>El viejo (verdaderamente viejo) Palacio Municipal de Montreal.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qeL7EE2PRSY/RzSuNTQpuBI/AAAAAAAAAcg/nnX1qe7TOHk/s1600-h/Canada+068.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qeL7EE2PRSY/RzSuNTQpuBI/AAAAAAAAAcg/nnX1qe7TOHk/s200/Canada+068.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130917419013486610" border="0" /></a>Otra zona más del centro de la ciudad.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_qeL7EE2PRSY/RzSt-zQpuAI/AAAAAAAAAcY/7R94wWxyoS0/s1600-h/Canada+054.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_qeL7EE2PRSY/RzSt-zQpuAI/AAAAAAAAAcY/7R94wWxyoS0/s200/Canada+054.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130917169905383426" border="0" /></a>Su servidor enfrente del palacio municipal.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qeL7EE2PRSY/RzStsjQpt_I/AAAAAAAAAcQ/hzwBoUCbcGQ/s1600-h/Canada+037.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qeL7EE2PRSY/RzStsjQpt_I/AAAAAAAAAcQ/hzwBoUCbcGQ/s200/Canada+037.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130916856372770802" border="0" /></a>Montreal desde los muelles.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qeL7EE2PRSY/RzSs1jQpt-I/AAAAAAAAAcI/9HL9E5opml0/s1600-h/Canada+030.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qeL7EE2PRSY/RzSs1jQpt-I/AAAAAAAAAcI/9HL9E5opml0/s200/Canada+030.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130915911479965666" border="0" /></a>Una típica calle empedrada del <span style="font-style: italic;">Vieux Montreal</span>.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_qeL7EE2PRSY/RzSsozQpt9I/AAAAAAAAAcA/AEZmWuFo7ZI/s1600-h/Canada+027.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_qeL7EE2PRSY/RzSsozQpt9I/AAAAAAAAAcA/AEZmWuFo7ZI/s200/Canada+027.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130915692436633554" border="0" /></a>Una iglesia en el viejo Montreal... queda claro que abundan?<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qeL7EE2PRSY/RzSsfTQpt8I/AAAAAAAAAb4/-mxSiQX9Pew/s1600-h/Canada+026.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qeL7EE2PRSY/RzSsfTQpt8I/AAAAAAAAAb4/-mxSiQX9Pew/s200/Canada+026.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130915529227876290" border="0" /></a>La arquitectura del antiguo casco de la ciudad es verdaderamente impresionante.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_qeL7EE2PRSY/RzSsKzQpt7I/AAAAAAAAAbw/zLeqKTVOALs/s1600-h/Canada+023.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_qeL7EE2PRSY/RzSsKzQpt7I/AAAAAAAAAbw/zLeqKTVOALs/s200/Canada+023.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130915177040558002" border="0" /></a>Casi todas las calles tienen este tipo de construcciones.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qeL7EE2PRSY/RzSsADQpt6I/AAAAAAAAAbo/S5Ih9uptAM8/s1600-h/Canada+018.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qeL7EE2PRSY/RzSsADQpt6I/AAAAAAAAAbo/S5Ih9uptAM8/s200/Canada+018.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130914992356964258" border="0" /></a>Aquí fue la primera parte del curso: el Centre NAD, una escuela de artes visuales.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qeL7EE2PRSY/RzSrzjQpt5I/AAAAAAAAAbg/Kcq9TIEeQmY/s1600-h/Canada+017.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qeL7EE2PRSY/RzSrzjQpt5I/AAAAAAAAAbg/Kcq9TIEeQmY/s200/Canada+017.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130914777608599442" border="0" /></a>Así se ve sin gente... wow, que cambiazo, no?<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qeL7EE2PRSY/RzSrmDQpt4I/AAAAAAAAAbY/FnctEcYeOfI/s1600-h/Canada+020.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qeL7EE2PRSY/RzSrmDQpt4I/AAAAAAAAAbY/FnctEcYeOfI/s200/Canada+020.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130914545680365442" border="0" /></a>Ooootra ¿qué creen?¿pensaron iglesia? Siiii, tienen razon!<br />... y es que abundan...<br /><br /><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6171710298057828867-5848021214788841931?l=bauldefergil.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>FerGilhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09783896223773558014fergil.mx@gmail.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6171710298057828867.post-66461503736972606822007-08-30T17:02:00.000-06:002007-08-30T17:06:46.018-06:00Hoy es nuestro primer aniversario, así que para conmemorarlo, publicaré esta foto... básicamente, lo dice todo. ¿Nos vemos felices? ¡Exaaaaaacto!<br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104633489472426402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_qeL7EE2PRSY/RtdNHPiREaI/AAAAAAAAAa0/0CKRQdwuU6A/s200/Imagen016.jpg" border="0" /><br /><p align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;">Sip, ahí la tienen: la feliz pareja.</span></p><p></p><p></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6171710298057828867-6646150373697260682?l=bauldefergil.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>FerGilhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09783896223773558014fergil.mx@gmail.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6171710298057828867.post-62570731964040369362007-08-30T12:46:00.000-06:002007-08-30T13:14:21.693-06:00En una de nuestras últimas visitas a Cuernavaca, Carlo decidió que ya estaba lo suficientemente grande como para nadar sin necesidad de flotadores. Por supuesto, ustedes podrían creernos así nada más... pero en esta era electrónica, ¿por qué no mostrar la evidencia?<br /><br /><br /><br /><p align="center"><a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_qeL7EE2PRSY/RtcTmPiREZI/AAAAAAAAAas/iPBtlTGltUs/s1600-h/Mayo+y+Junio+2007+025.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104570250373960082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_qeL7EE2PRSY/RtcTmPiREZI/AAAAAAAAAas/iPBtlTGltUs/s200/Mayo+y+Junio+2007+025.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"> ¿La dueña de la cámara no sale en la foto? Eso ya no es verdad... mi amor no pierde ocasión de enseñar que es muy fotogénica!</span></p><p><br /></p><div align="center"><a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qeL7EE2PRSY/RtcTHviREYI/AAAAAAAAAak/hdKZiWI2bBM/s1600-h/Mayo+y+Junio+2007+024.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104569726387949954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qeL7EE2PRSY/RtcTHviREYI/AAAAAAAAAak/hdKZiWI2bBM/s200/Mayo+y+Junio+2007+024.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"> Carlo se prepara... por supuesto, primero hay que salir de la alberca...</span></div><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qeL7EE2PRSY/RtcSw_iREXI/AAAAAAAAAac/1s07QWhCoTU/s1600-h/Mayo+y+Junio+2007+033.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104569335545926002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qeL7EE2PRSY/RtcSw_iREXI/AAAAAAAAAac/1s07QWhCoTU/s200/Mayo+y+Junio+2007+033.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"> ¡Zas! Lo capturamos exactamente en el momento en que cae al agua!!</span></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_qeL7EE2PRSY/RtcSkPiREWI/AAAAAAAAAaU/-xt5sj4AlK8/s1600-h/Mayo+y+Junio+2007+018.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104569116502593890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_qeL7EE2PRSY/RtcSkPiREWI/AAAAAAAAAaU/-xt5sj4AlK8/s200/Mayo+y+Junio+2007+018.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"> ... y luego, hay que salir a flote, ¿no? Si te quedas abajo, no es tan divertido...</span></div><br /><br />Y como no hay nada tan divertido como ver las cosas en movimiento, aquí hay un par de videos que lo muestran en otro clavado y nadando:<br /><br /><br /><embed id="VideoPlayback" style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 326px" src="http://video.google.com/googleplayer.swf?docId=" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" hl="es" flashvars=""></embed><br /><embed id="VideoPlayback" style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 326px" src="http://video.google.com/googleplayer.swf?docId=" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" hl="es" flashvars=""></embed><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6171710298057828867-6257073196404036936?l=bauldefergil.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>FerGilhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09783896223773558014fergil.mx@gmail.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6171710298057828867.post-51298391544521992362007-08-20T12:10:00.000-06:002007-08-20T13:27:08.099-06:00Estas también son fotos viejas (relativamente), de nuestra visita a las oficinas de Maite, en Torre Mayor, Reforma.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qeL7EE2PRSY/RsnbG_iREVI/AAAAAAAAAaM/-w8vNH0hC-8/s1600-h/Abril+2007+021.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qeL7EE2PRSY/RsnbG_iREVI/AAAAAAAAAaM/-w8vNH0hC-8/s200/Abril+2007+021.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100848966154654034" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;">En el lobby de la torre hay una maqueta muy bonita de todo el complejo. Excelente para la "foto de grupo", típica los turistas, jejeje.</span><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qeL7EE2PRSY/Rsna6fiREUI/AAAAAAAAAaE/6wRyFccvigI/s1600-h/Abril+2007+014.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qeL7EE2PRSY/Rsna6fiREUI/AAAAAAAAAaE/6wRyFccvigI/s200/Abril+2007+014.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100848751406289218" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;">Saliendo a la plataforma del piso 9, hay una vista excelente, pero también hay un aire bárbaro!</span><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qeL7EE2PRSY/Rsnau_iRETI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/8-3YUaU2Aw0/s1600-h/Abril+2007+015.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qeL7EE2PRSY/Rsnau_iRETI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/8-3YUaU2Aw0/s200/Abril+2007+015.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100848553837793586" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;">Apenas podíamos pararnos derechos, y así, no hay pose que dure...</span><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qeL7EE2PRSY/RsnajPiRESI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/LuusWg-JNv4/s1600-h/Abril+2007+016.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qeL7EE2PRSY/RsnajPiRESI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/LuusWg-JNv4/s200/Abril+2007+016.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100848351974330658" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;">Pelos voladores, pero gran foto, no?</span><br /></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qeL7EE2PRSY/RsnaYPiRERI/AAAAAAAAAZs/m2dVfydv4mQ/s1600-h/Abril+2007+019.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qeL7EE2PRSY/RsnaYPiRERI/AAAAAAAAAZs/m2dVfydv4mQ/s200/Abril+2007+019.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100848162995769618" border="0" /></a>Aquí, desde el frente de la torre, se veían las palmeras moverse como locas con el aire...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6171710298057828867-5129839154452199236?l=bauldefergil.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>FerGilhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09783896223773558014fergil.mx@gmail.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6171710298057828867.post-12951888582703018492007-08-14T16:43:00.000-06:002007-08-14T17:44:10.832-06:00Carlo no solo tiene una gorra de Superman... también tiene el disfraz para hacerle juego... y así se vistió para ir a la fiesta de cumpleaños de su amiga Ximena:<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"> <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qeL7EE2PRSY/RsI2DFcNyKI/AAAAAAAAAYc/WrpXj3IILVY/s1600-h/Mayo+2007+061.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qeL7EE2PRSY/RsI2DFcNyKI/AAAAAAAAAYc/WrpXj3IILVY/s200/Mayo+2007+061.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098697154764851362" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;">"si, me veo súper, y lo se..."<br /><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qeL7EE2PRSY/RsI1R1cNyJI/AAAAAAAAAYU/5Y7aLuKbdBc/s1600-h/Mayo+2007+049.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qeL7EE2PRSY/RsI1R1cNyJI/AAAAAAAAAYU/5Y7aLuKbdBc/s200/Mayo+2007+049.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098696308656294034" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;">A veces, hasta los superhéroes quedan atrapados en los juegos...</span><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qeL7EE2PRSY/RsI1D1cNyII/AAAAAAAAAYM/FHA-8G0hQMM/s1600-h/Mayo+2007+042.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qeL7EE2PRSY/RsI1D1cNyII/AAAAAAAAAYM/FHA-8G0hQMM/s200/Mayo+2007+042.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098696068138125442" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;">...pero siempre pueden rescatar a sus amigas en peligro...</span><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qeL7EE2PRSY/RsI021cNyHI/AAAAAAAAAYE/IMlvm4-MYZ4/s1600-h/Mayo+2007+023.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qeL7EE2PRSY/RsI021cNyHI/AAAAAAAAAYE/IMlvm4-MYZ4/s200/Mayo+2007+023.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098695844799826034" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;">... y luego tomarse una foto con las princesas!!</span><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qeL7EE2PRSY/RsI0c1cNyGI/AAAAAAAAAX8/utVWdP9n6g0/s1600-h/Mayo+2007+016.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qeL7EE2PRSY/RsI0c1cNyGI/AAAAAAAAAX8/utVWdP9n6g0/s200/Mayo+2007+016.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098695398123227234" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;">Seguro se darán cuenta que casi no se divertía, verdad?</span><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qeL7EE2PRSY/RsI0KlcNyFI/AAAAAAAAAX0/WENDu_l4t8E/s1600-h/Mayo+2007+009.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qeL7EE2PRSY/RsI0KlcNyFI/AAAAAAAAAX0/WENDu_l4t8E/s200/Mayo+2007+009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098695084590614610" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;">Allá, a lo lejos, vemos un héroe...</span><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qeL7EE2PRSY/RsIyxlcNyEI/AAAAAAAAAXs/mTQH6Q4NHd0/s1600-h/Mayo+2007+006.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qeL7EE2PRSY/RsIyxlcNyEI/AAAAAAAAAXs/mTQH6Q4NHd0/s200/Mayo+2007+006.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098693555582257218" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;">"Mira, así se ve mi capa cuando vuelo..."</span><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_qeL7EE2PRSY/RsIyoVcNyDI/AAAAAAAAAXk/Psir49yXtgg/s1600-h/Mayo+2007+005.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_qeL7EE2PRSY/RsIyoVcNyDI/AAAAAAAAAXk/Psir49yXtgg/s200/Mayo+2007+005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098693396668467250" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;">"... bueno, pero mi mano va acá, no atrás!"</span><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qeL7EE2PRSY/RsIyfFcNyCI/AAAAAAAAAXc/eLD3vAuCjaM/s1600-h/Mayo+2007+004.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qeL7EE2PRSY/RsIyfFcNyCI/AAAAAAAAAXc/eLD3vAuCjaM/s200/Mayo+2007+004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098693237754677282" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;">Y no sólo se disfraza de Superman... también de Spiderman con traje negro...</span><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qeL7EE2PRSY/RsIwqFcNyBI/AAAAAAAAAXU/ME7wwky7EL0/s1600-h/Mayo+2007+002.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qeL7EE2PRSY/RsIwqFcNyBI/AAAAAAAAAXU/ME7wwky7EL0/s200/Mayo+2007+002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098691227709982738" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;">... o de payasito, cuando la situación lo requiere!!</span><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6171710298057828867-1295188858270301849?l=bauldefergil.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>FerGilhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09783896223773558014fergil.mx@gmail.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6171710298057828867.post-3157313505673770672007-05-04T12:05:00.000-06:002007-05-04T12:07:38.398-06:00Puede que todavía no sea famoso, pero ya sabe lo que hará cuando lo sea... ¡va a cantar ópera! al menos, al estilo Milli Vanilli...<br /><br /><embed style="width:400px; height:326px;" id="VideoPlayback" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://video.google.com/googleplayer.swf?docId=2327272690881430690&hl=en" flashvars=""></embed> <br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:85%;">...una furtiva lacrima...</span><br /></div><br /><embed style="width:400px; height:326px;" id="VideoPlayback" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://video.google.com/googleplayer.swf?docId=5821161426966577631&hl=en" flashvars=""></embed> <br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:85%;">...Fiiiiiigarooooo!!!</span><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6171710298057828867-315731350567377067?l=bauldefergil.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>FerGilhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09783896223773558014fergil.mx@gmail.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6171710298057828867.post-76780415363925409062007-04-25T12:12:00.000-06:002007-04-25T12:36:33.095-06:00Finalmente apareció la foto de la cubeta en el balneario de Ojo de Agua, en Temixco. Si, cuando cae el chorro de agua, pega duro!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qeL7EE2PRSY/Ri-akalJQGI/AAAAAAAAARA/dxEJw58id5s/s1600-h/varias+035.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qeL7EE2PRSY/Ri-akalJQGI/AAAAAAAAARA/dxEJw58id5s/s200/varias+035.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057430856961441890" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6171710298057828867-7678041536392540906?l=bauldefergil.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>FerGilhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09783896223773558014fergil.mx@gmail.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6171710298057828867.post-72517472284677734032007-04-24T10:57:00.000-06:002007-04-24T12:28:59.826-06:00Hace un poco más de un mes nos juntamos los cuates de siempre para ir a un evento organizado por la productora de vino Freixenet, para conocer sus cavas y además pasar un rato agradable comprando chácharas y aprendiendo de vinos. Aquí pueden ver algo de lo que sucedió.<br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qeL7EE2PRSY/Ri5EbaRX6vI/AAAAAAAAAQw/xRjcN_Gffio/s1600-h/varias+113.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qeL7EE2PRSY/Ri5EbaRX6vI/AAAAAAAAAQw/xRjcN_Gffio/s200/varias+113.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057054669282994930" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;">Posando para la fotoooo... casi no se nos dá, verdad?</span><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qeL7EE2PRSY/Ri5DoKRX6uI/AAAAAAAAAQo/c8iwI5xiTww/s1600-h/varias+114.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qeL7EE2PRSY/Ri5DoKRX6uI/AAAAAAAAAQo/c8iwI5xiTww/s200/varias+114.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057053788814699234" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;">... y como una vez nunca es suficiente, va de nuevo!!</span><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qeL7EE2PRSY/Ri5DeKRX6tI/AAAAAAAAAQg/fhhrJLudkUQ/s1600-h/varias+108.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qeL7EE2PRSY/Ri5DeKRX6tI/AAAAAAAAAQg/fhhrJLudkUQ/s200/varias+108.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057053617016007378" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;">La hora del brindis y la comidita... después de caminar por todas partes, ya hacía falta.</span><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qeL7EE2PRSY/Ri5C5aRX6sI/AAAAAAAAAQY/ReF6ZzDasEU/s1600-h/varias+109.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qeL7EE2PRSY/Ri5C5aRX6sI/AAAAAAAAAQY/ReF6ZzDasEU/s200/varias+109.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057052985655814850" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;">... y comprando aguas de sabor, nos regalaron las narices de payaso.</span><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qeL7EE2PRSY/Ri5CtaRX6rI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/vtO3YU3OH7o/s1600-h/varias+110.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qeL7EE2PRSY/Ri5CtaRX6rI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/vtO3YU3OH7o/s200/varias+110.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057052779497384626" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;">Pero Sandy se compró máscara completa... claaaaro que si!!!</span><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qeL7EE2PRSY/Ri5AbaRX6qI/AAAAAAAAAQI/w-XBpgfbC6c/s1600-h/varias+107.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qeL7EE2PRSY/Ri5AbaRX6qI/AAAAAAAAAQI/w-XBpgfbC6c/s200/varias+107.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057050271236483746" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;">No se la opinión del mundo, pero a nosotros nos encantaron las narices...</span><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_qeL7EE2PRSY/Ri4_Z6RX6pI/AAAAAAAAAQA/1HY8PmkHvkU/s1600-h/varias+115.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_qeL7EE2PRSY/Ri4_Z6RX6pI/AAAAAAAAAQA/1HY8PmkHvkU/s200/varias+115.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057049145955052178" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;">... y no fuimos los únicos, parece...</span><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_qeL7EE2PRSY/Ri47l6RX6oI/AAAAAAAAAP4/NRW4uJZIdtk/s1600-h/varias+141.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_qeL7EE2PRSY/Ri47l6RX6oI/AAAAAAAAAP4/NRW4uJZIdtk/s200/varias+141.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057044954066971266" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;">Escenario embrujado de Tepotzotlán, donde nos detuvimos a cenar.</span><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qeL7EE2PRSY/Ri46xqRX6nI/AAAAAAAAAPw/HiF-3d8DHJg/s1600-h/varias+138.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qeL7EE2PRSY/Ri46xqRX6nI/AAAAAAAAAPw/HiF-3d8DHJg/s200/varias+138.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057044056418806386" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;">Aquí, los Morales en pose de postal...</span><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qeL7EE2PRSY/Ri453KRX6mI/AAAAAAAAAPo/EqaaJFwPhAQ/s1600-h/varias+139.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qeL7EE2PRSY/Ri453KRX6mI/AAAAAAAAAPo/EqaaJFwPhAQ/s200/varias+139.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057043051396459106" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;">... y no nos podíamos quedar atrás!</span><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qeL7EE2PRSY/Ri45MaRX6lI/AAAAAAAAAPg/m2nKi7sDLg0/s1600-h/varias+142.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qeL7EE2PRSY/Ri45MaRX6lI/AAAAAAAAAPg/m2nKi7sDLg0/s200/varias+142.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057042316957051474" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;">Pero luego todo se pone spooky, nos transformamos en fantasmas!</span><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qeL7EE2PRSY/Ri5MEaRX6wI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/0--napJTik8/s1600-h/varias+152.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qeL7EE2PRSY/Ri5MEaRX6wI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/0--napJTik8/s200/varias+152.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057063070239025922" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;">... desapariciones parciales, o totales...</span><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6171710298057828867-7251747228467773403?l=bauldefergil.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>FerGilhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09783896223773558014fergil.mx@gmail.com0