<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6439856851534795297</id><updated>2011-07-30T11:44:18.684-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My things</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annaberdugo.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6439856851534795297/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annaberdugo.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Ana Paola Berdugo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07484021469338042148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>5</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6439856851534795297.post-5486715920563699665</id><published>2009-10-02T14:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T15:25:52.515-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The sweetest week of the year!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;The Sweetest week of the year&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Between March and April, the magic happens, in these month is the Easter. A lot of People adore this week, because they can relax and have some time alone with God. Definitely my favorite part of the Easter is when my grandmother prepares many delicious sweets.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;If you visit The Colombia's caribbean coast in Easter, you should try in every streets a diferent sweet, they are of many types, colors and flavors, they are made from fruits and sugar, and you can find them in the streets in a small stands.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;My favorite sweet is the sweet yam, this candy is made with yam, milk , sugar, vanilla and raisins.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;First the yam is peeled, and put to cook, after the boiled yam is ground and mixed with milk and the excess water from the cooking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kr6V1pDYWDg/SsZ1gSYGrdI/AAAAAAAAACE/SJNv1msAWO0/s1600-h/19296.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 300px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 248px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388123201744580050" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kr6V1pDYWDg/SsZ1gSYGrdI/AAAAAAAAACE/SJNv1msAWO0/s320/19296.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;This mixture is put into the fire and added sugar. It is stirred constantly until it becomes thick. After that you can add a little of vanilla, and several raisins.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;After the sweet is ready to serve, you can accompany with crackers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6439856851534795297-5486715920563699665?l=annaberdugo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annaberdugo.blogspot.com/feeds/5486715920563699665/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://annaberdugo.blogspot.com/2009/10/sweetest-week-of-year.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6439856851534795297/posts/default/5486715920563699665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6439856851534795297/posts/default/5486715920563699665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annaberdugo.blogspot.com/2009/10/sweetest-week-of-year.html' title='The sweetest week of the year!!'/><author><name>Ana Paola Berdugo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07484021469338042148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kr6V1pDYWDg/SsZ1gSYGrdI/AAAAAAAAACE/SJNv1msAWO0/s72-c/19296.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6439856851534795297.post-5076981138244393319</id><published>2009-09-05T14:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T15:28:45.994-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;An Eariler story&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Once upon a time in a very small town, eight brothers lived. This my grandmother story!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;When she was a child, she lived in a small town in Bolivar, it called Barranca nueva. My great grandparents had ten children, but two of them died. My grandmother told me she had a very healthy childhood, she used to play with her brothers and sisters at nights, in her tow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kr6V1pDYWDg/SqWP8ugDSII/AAAAAAAAABk/JmaUH0n_yK8/s1600-h/pueblo-de-la-quebrada-de-humahuaca-0052.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378863603401312386" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kr6V1pDYWDg/SqWP8ugDSII/AAAAAAAAABk/JmaUH0n_yK8/s320/pueblo-de-la-quebrada-de-humahuaca-0052.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;n there wasn't light.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;In the towns the people live in a familar enviroment, my grandma used to call the neigthbors like her uncles and aunts. They made her do homeworks and chores, they were like her second parents.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;As my grandma was growing up, my great grandfather was more strict. He didn't let her go to the parties with her sisters, he cared them so much. However my grandma went to the parties sometimes, when she could escape of my great grandfather.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kr6V1pDYWDg/SqWQb00RbzI/AAAAAAAAABs/4SaFXWLc8pk/s1600-h/5654_1168363363520_1061032094_30496257_2309479_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 199px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378864137672683314" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kr6V1pDYWDg/SqWQb00RbzI/AAAAAAAAABs/4SaFXWLc8pk/s320/5654_1168363363520_1061032094_30496257_2309479_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Her elder brothers were so naughty, they used to go to the river without permission, and the river was so dangerous! My great grandfather scolded them so much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;That was a bit of my grandmother's life. An earlier story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kr6V1pDYWDg/SqWSgw8alKI/AAAAAAAAAB8/WHrlpN7lVYs/s1600-h/IMG_Rio%2520Dulce_1694.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 289px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 221px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378866421555696802" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kr6V1pDYWDg/SqWSgw8alKI/AAAAAAAAAB8/WHrlpN7lVYs/s320/IMG_Rio%2520Dulce_1694.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6439856851534795297-5076981138244393319?l=annaberdugo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annaberdugo.blogspot.com/feeds/5076981138244393319/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://annaberdugo.blogspot.com/2009/09/eariler-story-once-upon-time-in-very.html#comment-form' title='3 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6439856851534795297/posts/default/5076981138244393319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6439856851534795297/posts/default/5076981138244393319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annaberdugo.blogspot.com/2009/09/eariler-story-once-upon-time-in-very.html' title=''/><author><name>Ana Paola Berdugo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07484021469338042148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kr6V1pDYWDg/SqWP8ugDSII/AAAAAAAAABk/JmaUH0n_yK8/s72-c/pueblo-de-la-quebrada-de-humahuaca-0052.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6439856851534795297.post-4975058863171891959</id><published>2009-09-05T13:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T15:32:02.903-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;The Vacations: the best time for the young people&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Holidays are the favorite time of all children and young people, it is the right time to relax, enjoy and to use the time in play activities. People often go to other places to visit tourist sites, and know new people, to have fun and sha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kr6V1pDYWDg/SqLV08hAc3I/AAAAAAAAABc/D0dEgYG6IlI/s1600-h/Santa-Marta-sunset1.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 219px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378096010608276338" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kr6V1pDYWDg/SqLV08hAc3I/AAAAAAAAABc/D0dEgYG6IlI/s320/Santa-Marta-sunset1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;re some time with them family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;The most incredible vacation I've ever had was in july 2007, I went to La Guajira, Valledupar and Santa Marta in less than one month. In La Guajira, I was in the Cerrejon, in this place there was the biggest camion I've seen, it had the tallest wheels in the world, the tires heigth was like the heigth of a house. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I stayed a few days in a small town, it called Hatonuevo, it was a very quiet town, I liked seeing the sky at night, in the villages are many more stars than in the city.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;When I was in Valledupar, I spent some great times with my cousins, I stayed in my aunt house, there was a small pool in the backyard, it is the funniest house I've visited in my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;I go frecuently to Santa Marta because my dad's family lives there, I go to Santa Marta almost every holiday. I love Santa Marta, its beaches, its people. In this city I have had the best moments of my life, I'm planning to pass the new year there again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;When I was on vacation, I like to rest a lot, but I don't like to lose time. I recommend taking a couse, it can be sports, arts, or even English. The purpose is enjoying the time without wasting it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6439856851534795297-4975058863171891959?l=annaberdugo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annaberdugo.blogspot.com/feeds/4975058863171891959/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://annaberdugo.blogspot.com/2009/09/vacations-best-time-for-young-people.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6439856851534795297/posts/default/4975058863171891959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6439856851534795297/posts/default/4975058863171891959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annaberdugo.blogspot.com/2009/09/vacations-best-time-for-young-people.html' title=''/><author><name>Ana Paola Berdugo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07484021469338042148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kr6V1pDYWDg/SqLV08hAc3I/AAAAAAAAABc/D0dEgYG6IlI/s72-c/Santa-Marta-sunset1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6439856851534795297.post-243937591538921061</id><published>2009-08-03T14:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T15:37:51.178-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My secret dreams</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;My secret dreams&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Everybody has ever dreamed with doing thousands of things like travel around the world, buy something big and expensive, receive an unexpected surprise, or even win the lottery. All these things are part of our live, our dreams.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kr6V1pDYWDg/SndxRa8lEBI/AAAAAAAAAA8/_PrWqlMWtkU/s1600-h/pintor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 281px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365882025140359186" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kr6V1pDYWDg/SndxRa8lEBI/AAAAAAAAAA8/_PrWqlMWtkU/s320/pintor.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Then I talk about my dreams:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;When I was a child, I discovered my great pasion in life was drawing, painting. When I draw, I feel that I can transport to another world, I feel I can create my own world. I dream with buying a big art gallery, where I can show all my drawing and paitings. In a future I wanna learn to take professional photos, I think that I can exhibit my photos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kr6V1pDYWDg/Sndw1ITigwI/AAAAAAAAAA0/EXImTlsu7Jg/s1600-h/pintor.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kr6V1pDYWDg/Sndxm8BLBoI/AAAAAAAAABE/oAHbY17x2NY/s1600-h/%7B9840CEF1-3DBF-4E0E-812F-B1047B704FBE%7D_paris.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 235px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 237px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365882394795247234" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kr6V1pDYWDg/Sndxm8BLBoI/AAAAAAAAABE/oAHbY17x2NY/s320/%7B9840CEF1-3DBF-4E0E-812F-B1047B704FBE%7D_paris.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;I've always wanted to travel to Paris or Amsterdam. Paris is a very romantic city, often Paris is considered as the most beautiful, elegant and spectacular city in the world by having many of the most famous and admired monuments in the world: The Eiffel Tower, The Cathedral of Notre-Dame, Champs Elysees, The Arc of Triomphe, Basilique du Sacre Coeur, The Invalides, The Phanteon, The Arc de la Defense, The Opera Garnier and The District of Montparnasse, among others.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kr6V1pDYWDg/Snd2htsHBLI/AAAAAAAAABM/XmwnEz5JTHI/s1600-h/amsterdam6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 305px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 185px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365887802607600818" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kr6V1pDYWDg/Snd2htsHBLI/AAAAAAAAABM/XmwnEz5JTHI/s320/amsterdam6.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Amsterdam is a very beautiful city, it's called the Venice of North because this city is surrounded by water. I wanna visit the Anne Frank's house because I love her story.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kr6V1pDYWDg/Snd23k99A0I/AAAAAAAAABU/v4SXq9BDlEI/s1600-h/esqui.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 250px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 177px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365888178223645506" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kr6V1pDYWDg/Snd23k99A0I/AAAAAAAAABU/v4SXq9BDlEI/s320/esqui.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've always wanted to learn to play the guitar, it' s very relaxing. And I've always wanted to do something exteme as jumping in a bonyi or skiing in Canada. I want to do something incredibly adventurous, something I remember for all my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6439856851534795297-243937591538921061?l=annaberdugo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annaberdugo.blogspot.com/feeds/243937591538921061/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://annaberdugo.blogspot.com/2009/08/my-secret-dreams.html#comment-form' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6439856851534795297/posts/default/243937591538921061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6439856851534795297/posts/default/243937591538921061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annaberdugo.blogspot.com/2009/08/my-secret-dreams.html' title='My secret dreams'/><author><name>Ana Paola Berdugo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07484021469338042148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kr6V1pDYWDg/SndxRa8lEBI/AAAAAAAAAA8/_PrWqlMWtkU/s72-c/pintor.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6439856851534795297.post-4997779071381236695</id><published>2009-08-02T10:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T15:40:22.369-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My best friend: The woman who gave me life</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;My best friend: The woman who gave me life...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;My best friend is my mom. Her name is Amparo. My mom is extremely kind and polite with everybody. She has a great sense of humor, usually she's always smiling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;She is pretty mature and down to earth, when I have problems or just feel sad my mom is always there for me, actually she's very supportive and she is always encouraging me to continue, when it is necesary she gives me excellent advice. I feel that I can tell her anything because she will understand me, my mom is totally reliable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kr6V1pDYWDg/SnXggyGNPkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0cuAXXV3XOo/s1600-h/mami+y+yop.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 332px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 179px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365441384890056258" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kr6V1pDYWDg/SnXggyGNPkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0cuAXXV3XOo/s320/mami+y+yop.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;My mom is really smart, and incredibly spiritual, she has taught me to believe in God and never lose faith. She is like a connection in my familiy, she tries to keep us together because everyone in my family are very diferent.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;My mom is always corcerned for everything, I want that she enjoys more life, the little things that life give us. Sometimes I wish she takes time for herself so she wouldn't have so many concerns.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;My mom is like my hero I love her so much, and I'm grateful to God for allowing me to have the best mommy in the world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;I've known since I was born, I was nine months in her womb. If someone ask me which was the most important experience that I had with my mom, I would reply that I don't have a specific or a more important experience. Every moment I spend with my mom is so special. When my mom speaks to me I have the oportunity to learn, share and grow as a person.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kr6V1pDYWDg/SnXjF_tTZXI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Uj1MtL8gcq8/s1600-h/SDC104043.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 275px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 261px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365444223222113650" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kr6V1pDYWDg/SnXjF_tTZXI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Uj1MtL8gcq8/s320/SDC104043.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;I pray to God that in the future I can be with her for a long time, I wanna be a outstanding daughter, she feels proud of me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I wanna make her happy it would be the best way to thank her for everything she does for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;I know that my mom isn't perfect but I feel so blessed to be her daughter, for me she is the best mom tat God could give me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kr6V1pDYWDg/SnXjF_tTZXI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Uj1MtL8gcq8/s1600-h/SDC104043.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kr6V1pDYWDg/SnXjF_tTZXI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Uj1MtL8gcq8/s1600-h/SDC104043.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6439856851534795297-4997779071381236695?l=annaberdugo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annaberdugo.blogspot.com/feeds/4997779071381236695/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://annaberdugo.blogspot.com/2009/08/my-best-friend-woman-who-gave-me-life.html#comment-form' title='7 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6439856851534795297/posts/default/4997779071381236695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6439856851534795297/posts/default/4997779071381236695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annaberdugo.blogspot.com/2009/08/my-best-friend-woman-who-gave-me-life.html' title='My best friend: The woman who gave me life'/><author><name>Ana Paola Berdugo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07484021469338042148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kr6V1pDYWDg/SnXggyGNPkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0cuAXXV3XOo/s72-c/mami+y+yop.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry></feed>
