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Excursión al Lago

jvan32 — Sat, 19 Jul 2008 02:50:53 +0000

“¿Están todos ya en el camión?” Pregunté a los chicos mientras los contaba. Hoy era día de excursión escolar al lago, y como estaba a cargo de uno de los grupos que irían tenía que asegurarme que antes de partir estuviéramos completos.

“Si Maestra Alina..” Respondieron a coro todos los chicos, sentaditos en su lugar.

“Bueno.. creo que estamos todos.. ¡Vámonos…!” Dije con una risita mientras me sentaba en mi lugar.

“¡¡Siiiiii…!!” Gritaron todos en jubilo, armando un gran alboroto.

¡Uff…! Que día me esperaba. Tradicionalmente estas visitas al lago siempre me dejan molida, ya que hay que estar constantemente checando que estén todos bien, que nadie se ahogue, que nadie se pierda… en fin. Toda una aventura.

Quizás esto no sea tan malo, pensé mientras jugaba con mi cabello. Igual y en esta ocasión me puedo divertir.

El camión iba avanzando lentamente por la ciudad, hasta que después de algunos minutos llegamos a las afueras y el paisaje cambió drásticamente. Del tráfico y los edificios pasamos a ver bosques y vacas, y con una sonrisa en el rostro me puse a ver fascinada el espectáculo. Estar en el campo me encantaba, y la sensación de paz que me daba era incomparable.

Entonces, no se porque, volvi a recordar lo que había vivido con Michael los últimos días y me sonroje visiblemente. El pensar en su cuerpo, sus besos, sus caricias…

No, Alina..no. Hoy no debo de pensar en eso. Hoy mis cinco sentidos deben estar puestos en cuidar a los chicos.

Resignada, voltee a ver al grupo y vi que seguían armando su muy particular relajo, totalmente ajenos a lo que pasaba afuera.

Si. Hoy debo de olvidarme del sexo. Debo pensar solo en ellos.

Con todas mis fuerzas trate de alejar cualquier pensamiento impuro de mi mente y regrese a admirar el espectacular paisaje frente a mis ojos. Simplemente espectacular. El cielo azul, todo ese verde… los pajaritos, los borregos…

Pasaron los minutos y el camión seguia avanzando por la autopista, hasta que finalmente desacelero un poco y dio vuelta a la derecha, entrando por un pequeño caminito rural en mal estado. Y claro, debido a esto comenzó a zarandearse violentamente y con eso la ansiedad de los chicos fue en aumento, hasta que poco después todo eran gritos y desorden. Nadie estaba sentado en su lugar, y todos esperaban con ansias el momento en que la puerta se abriera para salir corriendo como locos.

Con curiosidad mire por la ventanilla y entonces pude ver a la distancia el lugar al que nos dirigíamos, y francamente era una visión espectacular. Era un inmenso lago cristalino rodeado por densos bosques, y solitaria en la orilla estaba una tímida cabañita rustica.

Precioso. Simplemente espectacular.

“Chicos… salgan todos con calma, ¿Ok?” Dije de repente mientras me levantaba y trataba de poner orden ante la inminente llegada.

Pero fue inútil. El camión se estaciono detrás de la cabaña, y apenas se abrieron las puertas una avalancha de chicos salió corriendo a mi lado y casi me despedaza. Con esfuerzos me sujete al tubo para no caerme y en menos de 1 minuto el camión ya se había vaciado.

“Oh Dios..” Dije con una risita mientras salía tras ellos, a la vez que otros dos camiones de la escuela se detenían junto al nuestro. Y claro, tal cual había sucedido antes, también una marabunta de chicos salió corriendo de ellos en dirección al lago.

Muy divertida seguí caminando hasta que finalmente llegue a la orilla del lago. Con una sonrisa vi que todos mis alumnos ya estaban en el agua, chapoteando, nadando y muy divertidos con sus juegos. Incluso algunos me saludaban, pero casi inmediatamente volvían a su desenfreno.

“Que divertidos se ven…” Dije mientras los saludaba de vuelta. “Me dan ganas de volver a ser niña…”

De repente algunos de los chicos se acercaron a la orilla y me suplicaron que me les uniese.

“Maestra Alina, métase al agua…” “Si, Maestra, métase…” “Venga, vamos..” Me decían de forma juguetona.

“Si, ya voy.. espérenme tantito..” Respondi con un guiño. “Me voy a poner el traje de baño..¿Va?”

Me di la vuelta y regrese corriendo a la cabañita, y ahí vi que otras dos maestras ya se estaban poniendo cómodas con las hamacas.

“Alina, que gusto que este usted aquí.. ” Dijo con solemnidad la maestra Teresa, una señorona pomposa como de 55 años que siempre andaba vestida de negro. Esta vez no era la excepción, ya que venía vestida con uno de esos trajes de baño de los 20´s, de rayas negras y blancas, y francamente se veía simpatiquísima.

“Si, Alina, que gusto que nos pudo acompañar hoy. Al parecer solo a usted le hacen caso los chicos..” Dijo con recelo la otra maestra, Elvira, y por su tono de voz dio a insinuar “algo” turbio en el ambiente. Odiaba a esa vieja, siempre amargada y tratando de hacerme la vida imposible. Claro, como a sus 50 años aun no había tenido ni un novio, seguramente quería lo mismo para todas.

“Si, Maestras.. a mí también me da gusto estar aquí.” Respondí hipócritamente con una sonrisa, y sin darles tiempo a contestar me meti al baño del la cabañita y cerre la puerta.

Entonces me quite rápidamente la playerita blanca y los shorcitos café que traía puestos, quedándome en un es-pec-ta-cu-lar bikini azul que dejaba mi lindo cuerpo al descubierto. No era de hilo dental, claro está, pero tenía la cantidad de tela absolutamente indispensable para seguir siendo considerado “decente” y a la vez mostrar mi piel generosamente.

Sonreí con coquetería mientras me ponía en varias poses frente a un espejo y veía como lucia mi cuerpo con el bikini. Fenomenal. Complacida, salí del cuartito y con un paso coqueto me puse en dirección del lago, pero al llegar a la orilla me detuve por completo. Claro, como soy vanidosa, pues no iba a meterme así de rápido al agua sin darle tiempo a mis chicos de admirarme.

Con actitud inocente, me quede jugueteando un poco con el agua entre mis pies hasta que logre captar su atención.

Y en menos de un segundo todas las miradas estaban sobre mí y se hizo un silencio absoluto.

Los chicos no se movían ni un milímetro. TODOS tenían los ojos clavados en mi cuerpo, recorriéndome lujuriosamente con la mirada de arriba abajo. Algunos hasta tenia las bocas abiertas, sonrojándose, incapaces de reaccionar ante lo que tenían ahí enfrente.

“M..maestra…Alina.. “ “Wow…” “No friegues, esta buenísima.. “ Alcance a oír que decían algunos chicos en voz baja. Y claro, inmediatamente mi ego se fue al cielo y me sentí una diosa.

“Gracias, chicos.. “ Dije con una sonrisita tierna mientras lentamente me metía al agua. Brrrr. Helada. Nade con velocidad hasta el grupito más cercano de chicos, que seguía fascinado viéndome.

“Hola.. ¿Están jugando a algo?” Pregunte con voz suave.

“Estamos organizando unas luchas en el agua, Maestra Alina..” Me respondieron.

“Ah.. qué bien.. ¿Y cómo es eso?”

“Pues nosotros vamos a cargar en los hombros a dos de las chicas, y la que logre tirar a la otra al agua gana..”

“Wow..Suena divertido. ¿Puedo jugar también?” Pregunte inocentemente.

“¡Si! Perdón, maestra, sí, claro.. si usted gusta..”

“Pues sí, sí quiero..” Respondí con una mueca coqueta. “¿Y cómo va a ser esto?”

En ese momento uno de los chicos, un fortachón llamado Pedro, se sumergió en el agua y una chica rubia y flaquita se subió rápidamente a sus hombros. Entonces Pedro la sujeto firmemente de las piernas y se levantaron poco a poco, listos para la batalla.

“Oh..” Dije mordiéndome los labios, intimidada. “¿Y yo en quien me voy a subir?”

Muy divertida vi como ante mi comentario se armo un pequeño relajo, porque prácticamente todos los chicos se ofrecieron de voluntarios. Con una sonrisita coqueta vi como finalmente la elección la gano “El Brutus”, un chico muy alto y fuerte que jugaba en el equipo de futbol americano de la escuela. Y claro esta, ganó esa elección intimidando a los demás rivales, lo cual confieso que me fascinó.

“Venga Maestra Alina, súbase a mis hombros..” Dijo el Brutus con un gesto coqueto, sumergiéndose frente a mí.

“S..si..” Respondí con apuros mientras me subía en sus hombros y sus poderosas manos se apretaban con fuerza alrededor de mis piernas. Entonces el Brutus se levanto de golpe y tuve que aferrarme con fuerzas a su cabeza para no caerme.

“A..ay…” Dije con picardía, pero entonces me di cuenta de algo..

Al estar así, sentada en los hombros de un chico sobre el nivel del agua con el cuerpo inclinado hacia adelante….

Mi culo quedo increíblemente expuesto ante el mundo. Mis firmes y redonditas nalgas tenían a mis jóvenes admiradores salivando. Y por si fuera poco, mi bikini, como si tuviera una mente malévola, se apretó aun mas contra mi cuerpo hasta que quedo casi como si fuera una tanga.

“Ufff…” Suspire sonrojándome. El saber que mis alumnos se estaban dando el agasajo visual de su vida me había puesto a mil.

“Maestra Alina..¿Esta lista?” Pregunto el Brutus entre mis piernas, tratando de voltear un poco más de la cuenta.

“S..si..” Dije muy excitada, ya que con cada movimiento de su cabeza mi sexo se frotaba contra su nuca y eso tambien me estaba volviendo loca. “Estoy lista...”

Y la batalla comenzó…

La rubia se acerco rápidamente a mí, y con unos manotazos trato de sujetarme de los hombros. Pero con agilidad contuve sus ataques y de un brusco empujón la tiré contundentemente al agua.

¡Splash..!

“¡Si..!” Levante un brazo en señal de triunfo, y todos los chicos estallaron en jubilo.

“¡Alina…Alina…Alina..!” Gritaban felices, a lo cual solo pude responder con un coqueto guiño y arqueando un poquito mi espalda.

Pero no pude festejar mucho, ya que una segunda retadora se había subido en los hombros de otro chico y se disponía a darme batalla. Pero como yo ya le había agarrado el modo a esto, rápidamente la despache.

“Wow…” Dije sonriendo ante mi súbita habilidad, y las porras continuaron a mi alrededor.

Y con mucha excitación me di también cuenta que algo estaba pasando con mi cuerpo. Tanto movimiento estaba teniendo efectos terribles en mi. La nuca del Brutus estaba resultando ser un gran estimulante sexual, y cada que el volteaba un poco la cabeza esta se frotaba entre mis piernas, haciéndome saltar de la calentura.

Debido a eso mi clítoris ahora pulsaba deliciosamente, y la humedad entre mis piernas iba en aumento. Y por si fuera poco también mis pezones decidieron entrar en escena y se pusieron muy firmes, apretandose descaradamente contra la delgada tela de mi bikini y marcándose de forma muy obvia.

“Oh Dios..” Dije sonrojándome, viendo en la cara de los chicos que mi excitación era evidente. Sus miradas iban de mis nalgas a mis pechos, sin detenerse, y los comentarios “en voz baja” a mi alrededor eran cada vez más candentes.

“Por Dios, que culo..” “Ve esas piernas..” “Mira como se arquea..”

Me mordí los labios con picardía, con mi vanidad en el cielo. Estaba disfrutando muchísimo ser el centro sexual de atención.

Pero todo lo bueno tiene que acabar, y justo en ese momento vi a la siguiente retadora. Y francamente me puse muy nerviosa…

Era Allison, la campeona de atletismo de la escuela. Una rival que por físico sin duda me podría poner en problemas. Y lo peor era que la chica me odiaba. Allison era una de esas personas con actitud santurrona que solo saben juzgar a los demás, y creo que por mi coquetería natural siempre buscaba como molestarme. Sencillamente, la idea de mi popularidad parecía irritarle sobremanera.

“Oh Dios…” Dije intimidada al ver su impresionante fisico. Allison era de figura esbelta, y aunque no era muy alta su cuerpo daba la impresión de tener muchísima fuerza, pero siendo aun femenino y delicado. Una chica muy guapa, sin duda, con su largo cabello negro enmarcando un precioso rostro con facciones aniñadas y unos ojos café inmensos.

“Hagan sus apuestas, ¡La Maestra Alina contra Allison…!” Dijo uno de los chicos entre la multitud, lo cual genero un barullo tremendo. Al parecer este seria el enfrentamiento del siglo.

Y el combate comenzó.

Nos fuimos acercando poco a poco, hasta que después de unos manoteos quedamos las dos sujetándonos de los hombros, haciendo esfuerzos para tirarnos. Durante un rato forcejeamos con mucha agresividad, sin que ninguna lograra imponerse.

“Uff…” Gemi por el esfuerzo.

“¿Ya se canso, Maestra Alina?” Preguntó sarcásticamente Allison mientras seguíamos trabadas en combate.

“Uff.f..” Dije de nuevo mordiéndome los labios. “No.. para nada. Estoy excelente.”

“¿Ah sí?” Dijo con una sonrisita a la vez que me empujaba con fuerza, pero afortunadamente me sujeté de la cabeza de Brutus y logre recuperar el equilibrio.

“No creas que caeré tan fácilmente, Allison..” Respondí con una sonrisita malévola. Volvimos a luchar encarnizadamente y ahora fue mi turno para empujarla y casi hacerla caer.

“Ahh… uff.. lo reconozco, no me esperaba tanta resistencia..” Dijo Allison mientras recuperaba el aliento.

“… y mas te sorprenderás al caer al agua, Allison..” Respondí con sarcasmo y en menos de un segundo ya estábamos de nuevo forcejeando.

Y claro, el espectáculo que le estábamos dando a los chicos no tenia precio. Ahí estaban dos hermosas mujeres, luchando con todas sus fuerzas a la vez que mostraban sensualmente sus cuerpos. Y cada queja y gemido aceleraba aun mas al público asistente.

La situación echaba chispas. A pesar de mis esfuerzos el combate estaba muy nivelado, y ninguna de las dos se imponía sobre la otra. Estábamos las dos ya sudando copiosamente, con nuestras respiraciones aceleradas al máximo. El momento de la verdad se acercaba, un solo error seria la diferencia.

Entonces con lo último de mis fuerzas logre sujetarla de las manos y con un movimiento felino la obligue a dar la vuelta y quedar con su espalda contra mi cuerpo. Entonces la rodee con un brazo por el cuello mientras con mi mano libre le sujete los brazos en la espalda.

“¿Te rindes, Allison..?” Le dije al oído. Ella pataleo y lucho por algunos segundos más, pero entonces le apreté dolorosamente un brazo y con impotencia se quedo quieta.

“S..si.. “ Dijo finalmente, con los ojos a punto de llorar.

“Gracias..” Le dije con voz de triunfo al oído y entonces la empuje hacia un costado, tirándola al agua.

¡Splash…!

Los chicos comenzaron a gritar en un relajo tremendo, fascinados con la exhibición de lucha y erotismo que acababan de ver. Y claro, los comentarios picantes estaban en todas partes:

“¡¿Viste eso?!” “¡Como la sujetó..!” “No mames, se veía buenísima apretando a la Allison..”

Me la estaba pasando bien. A pesar de que me sentía exhausta, el sentimiento de victoria y la deliciosa estimulación sexual me habían caído de maravilla. Le di una palmadita en la cabeza a Brutus, y cuando volteo le dije:

“Bájame Brutus, estoy algo cansada..”

Brutus obedeció muy a su pesar, y las caras de desilusión de los chicos fue evidente. Querían seguir viendo mas.

“Vamos, Maestra Alina, una pelea más…” “Ándele..” “Por favor..”

“Denme unos minutos, chicos..” Les dije con una sonrisa. “Me repongo y vuelvo, ¿Va?”

Tenía muchísima sed y decidí volver a la cabaña para tomar un poco de agua. Lentamente nade en dirección a la orilla y al llegar a la cabaña me dirigí a una gigantesca hielera que habíamos traído, y con un gesto coqueto saque rápidamente una botella de agua fría. Le di unos tragos mientras veía de reojo que las dos maestras seguían echadas en la hamaca con toda la flojera del mundo.

“Que exhibición, Maestra Alina… ¿No cree que jugar así con sus alumnos es perjudicial para la escuela?” Dijo Elvira con amargura en la voz.

“No, en absoluto. La interacción con los chicos nunca puede ser mala. Debería probarla, Maestra Elvira, quizás así su grupo aprendería a respetarla.” Respondí con sarcasmo.

“¿Pero cómo se atreve a…?” Respondió indignada.

“Shhh.. no se enoje, Maestra Elvira. A su edad debe conservar sus energías.” Dije con una risita mientras caminaba de vuelta al Lago. Al alejarme pude oír que las dos viejas se quedaron cuchicheando a mis espaldas, seguramente sin nada bueno que opinar de mí, pero no me importo.

De repente Allison apareció de la nada y se detuvo frente a mí.

“Allison.. que…”

“Maestra Alina.. tengo algo que decirle, pero.. no aquí. ¿Podríamos ir al baño de la cabaña para tener privacidad?” Dijo mientras volteaba a ver a todas partes, nerviosa.

“Bueno, Allison.. pues, vamos… “ Dije sin saber cómo reaccionar, y entonces nos pusimos en marcha. Apenas unos segundos después ya estábamos afuera del baño, y entonces con mucho cuidado abrí la puerta y me asome para ver si no había algún bicho raro escondiéndose ahí.

Afortunadamente no había nada, pero me di cuenta que era un baño realmente muy pequeño. Apenas si cabrían una o dos personas ahí paradas.

“Allison..¿Estás segura que quieres platicar aquí? Se ve muy pequeño el lugar..”

“Si, Maestra, debe ser aquí.. solo en este lugar podré decirle algo…” Dijo Allison mientras se aseguraba que no hubiera nadie cerca.

“Bueno..” Dije finalmente y entre al reducido cuarto. Allison me siguió rápidamente y con un gesto simpático cerró la puerta y le puso seguro.

El calor ahí dentro era tremendo. Comencé a sudar aun más que antes, y mi pelo se pego a mi rostro de forma incomoda. Allison pareció dudar de lo que me tenía que decir, hasta que finalmente se armo de valor y me dijo:

“Maestra.. usted me venció en las luchas..”

“Bueno.. era un juego, Allison.. –Respondí divertida—además, diste mucha pelea, eh..”

“No entiende.. soy muy competitiva, y.. no me gusta perder. Pero reconozco cuando una chica mejor me vence. Aunque sea usted.”

“¿Aunque sea….yo?” Dije con algo de molestia. “¿Y porque es tan malo eso, Allison?”

Vi que la chica también estaba ahora sudando copiosamente. Su largo cabello negro se pego también a su cara, pero.. note con extrañeza que su respiración tenia ahora un cierto ritmo sensual.

“Es que.. usted siempre es tan coqueta, Maestra Alina. Siempre provocando a los chicos con sus falditas.. y sus escotes. Eso es malo, pero.. a veces tiene un efecto en algunas chicos.. y chicas.”

“Ah…¿Algunas chicas?” Me mordí el labio.
“Si.. por ejemplo, Maestra Alina.. cuando usted me tomó por la espalda yo.. no sé, algo paso. Fui vencida y siento que debo pagar por mi derrota. Debo.. ser castigada. ¿Entiende?” Dijo Allison mientras se acercaba a mí.

Me mordí nuevamente los labios. Nunca había estado con otra chica antes. Siempre me han gustado más los hombres, aunque debo de reconocer que Allison en particular nunca me había desagradado del todo. Pero de eso a hacer algo…

En fin, nunca me lo había planteado. Aunque por la excitación de hace unos momentos mi cuerpo estaba a mil. El calor en mi piel era casi insoportable, y mi clítoris clamaba a gritos por alguna forma de placer, sea de hombre o mujer.

“Y… Allison, dime..¿Exactamente como deberías ser castigada?” Pregunte con voz suave.

“Pues.. usted podría tomarme de la cabeza y.. obligarme a bajar. ¿Entiende? Y.. yo no me opondría, Maestra Alina.”

Ah. Tenia frente a mi a una chica sumisa. Sonreí con malicia.

Sin decir nada deslice mis dedos entre el cabello de Allison, y con mucha firmeza la sujete de la cabeza. Ella sonrió ligeramente, y cuando la obligue a arrodillarse frente a mí lo hizo sin oponer resistencia. Fui guiando su rostro hasta que quedo a unos pocos centímetros de mi sexo, y usando mi mano libre empuje la delicada telita de mi bikini azul a un lado, dejando mi coño completamente expuesto.

Allison sonrió con una actitud sumisa, y sin pedirme permiso apretó su cara con muchísima fuerza entre mis piernas. Su boca se abrió de par en par y en segundos su lengua penetro en mi intimidad, arrancándome un gemido.

“Ahh…mmmm…d..delicioso…Allison..” Dije recargándome contra la esquina, arqueándome como gata en celo.
“Mi boca es suya, Maestra Alina…” Respondió ella entre gemidos, agarrando mi bikini de los costados y bajándolo de un tirón hasta mis rodillas. Entonces su boca se movió ferozmente entre mis delicados vellos negros, devorando mis jugos como si fuera el platillo más exquisito.

“Ah…ay…” Gemí de nuevo, apretando mis manos contra la cabeza de mi alumna.

“Mfm…..mfmfm……mfmfmf…” Respondió Allison en éxtasis , deslizando sus labios por todo mi sexo con una voracidad absoluta. Cerré los ojos, respirando febrilmente ante la intensa sobrecarga de placer.

Oh Dios. Se sentía riquísimo.

La boca de mi alumna chupaba y besaba con un desenfreno intoxicante mis labios, plieges y clítoris. Su lengua rasposa se deslizaba hábilmente entre cada pequeño doblez de piel, y con sensuales movimientos entraba hasta el fondo de mi ser y salía cubierta de mis deliciosos jugos.

Allison apreto con muchísima fuerza sus manos en mis nalgas, y con hambre me jalo hacia ella. Era claro que su boca hoy me comeria por completo, hasta dejarme inconsciente si fuera necesario. Incline sensualmente mi rostro hacia un lado, sintiendo los poderosos resoplidos de su respiración contra mi sexo.

“Oh…D.dios..” Dije débilmente.

Allison sonrio con malicia al ver mis reacciones, y después de algunos minutos asi coloco su mano por debajo de mi rodilla derecha y con un gesto agresivo me obligo a subir la pierna al pequeño lavamanos en la pared. De esa forma mi intimidad quedo aun más expuesta y mi sensual alumna no dejó pasar la oportunidad.

Su boca fue chupando y besando cada vez más abajo, hasta que finalmente Allison se coloco detrás de mí y sin darme tiempo a reaccionar metió su rostro entre mis nalgas. Di un saltito coqueto al sentir esto, y entonces su boca se apretó agresivamente contra mi ano y su lengua entro en mi pequeño agujero.

“Ohh…D..dios…no pares…Allison, no pares..” Dije moviendo las caderas lentamente de atrás para adelante, mordiéndome los labios.

“Maestra Alina… mfm…..mfmfm…..mfmfm…” Gimió ella en respuesta, apretándome las nalgas con sus manos mientras su boca cruelmente violaba mi culo.

Inhale profundamente y el calor acumulado en aquel pequeño cuarto casi quema mis pulmones. El olor a sexo era evidente, y cuando voltee hacia abajo y vi dos cuerpos así, sudados y frotándose el uno contra el otro…

…fue demasiado. Apreté mis pechos con las manos, dejando escapar un tierno quejido. Estaba a punto de venirme.

Allison instintivamente entendió las señales que le daba mi cuerpo y con una velocidad sobrenatural volvió a colocar su boca alrededor de mi coño, succionándolo como si fuera una aspiradora. Entonces su lengua comenzó a dar rápidas vueltecitas alrededor de mi clítoris, y eso desencadeno todo. Arquee todo mi cuerpo de la forma mas sexual posible, mientras un orgasmo despiadado me dejaba en extasis.

“Ahhh….Ahhh… A.Allison….uff….” Gemí una y otra vez, jalándola agresivamente del pelo mientras la apretaba despiadadamente contra mi sexo. Ella respondió con un sensual gruñidito, que por las vibraciones en mi clítoris incremento aun mas mi placer.

Entonces algo me sucedió…

De mi interior comenzó a salir un poderoso chorro de liquido semitransparente, casi como si estuviera orinando. Con muchísima vergüenza voltee a ver a Allison y ella con una expresión sexual me mirába directamente a los ojos, mientras una y otra vez el violento liquido caía sobre su rostro y pelo.

“A.Allison, y..yo..” Trate de decir, apenada. Pero ella abrió la boca y comenzó a recibir el cálido liquido en su interior, retorciendo lujuriosamente su lengua mientras con una actitud sensual me daba a entender que le fascinaba la situación.

“N..no diga nada, Maestra Alina… “ Dijo con voz baja, inclinando la cabeza de un lado al otro mientras su cara quedaba empapada.

Me mordí el labio con un gesto coqueto y lentamente mi cuerpo fue volviendo a la normalidad. Mi orgasmo fue debilitándose y en consecuencia el liquido también se detuvo. Al final solo quedamos las dos en completo silencio.

“M.me…fascinó esto, Allison..” Dije volteándola a ver y entonces volví a sentir mucha vergüenza.

Mi joven alumna estaba hecha un desastre. Estaba totalmente empapada, con gotas de liquido resbalándole por la nariz y mejillas. Su hermoso pelo negro ahora estaba muy desarreglado, y el sudor en su piel le daba un aspecto deliciosamente sucio.

Pero en su rostro estaba reflejada una inmensa felicidad.

“Su sabor es increíble, Maestra Alina.. debe de darme mas.” Dijo finalmente con una sonrisa seductora, dándome un tierno beso en el clítoris. “Por favor.. deme mas. Todavía tengo sed.”

“Uff….bueno.. supongo que podemos estar aquí una media hora más. –Dije con una risita, dándole unas tiernas palmaditas en la cabeza-- ¿Tu boca tiene energías para eso?”

“Para mi dueña, lo que pida…”

Y sin darme tiempo a nada su boca se apretó de nuevo contra mi sexo.

*** Media Hora Después ***

Salí primero del baño, cerciorándome antes de que no hubiera nadie cerca. Estaba exhausta, sintiendo el cuerpo débil y tembloroso. Todo mi bikini estaba empapado de sudor y saliva, y mi cabello era un desorden también.

En fin, mis fachas eran lamentables.

Pero la sonrisa coqueta en mi rostro decía otra historia.

Durante media hora había tenido a Allison trabajando entre mis piernas, sin darle ni un respiro a la pobre chica. Me había chupado el coño, el culo, los pechos, las piernas, el estomago.. en fin. Todo. Ella era una sensual maquinita para mamar. Lo único que no pude hacer fue darle un beso o devolverle el favor. Aun era muy nuevo para mí todo esto de estar con otra mujer, y afortunadamente ella lo había entendido así.

Allison me había dicho que ella era feliz simplemente si yo la dejaba comerme. Y si algún día yo me decidía, que mejor.. pero si no, su boca estaria siempre a mi disposición para cuando yo quisiera.

Puse una carita coqueta al recordar el otro “incidente”. Nunca había tenido un orgasmo liquido, y bueno, aunque al principio me había dado muchísima pena después lo había disfrutado al máximo. Lo raro es que había tenido que ser una mujer la que descubriera esa característica en mí. Quizás tenían razón las lesbianas, y solo otra chica podría activar los botones de mi cuerpo con tanta….maestría.

Quizás..

Aun con la sonrisa en la cara camine de vuelta al lago, y los chicos al verme volvieron a gritar mi nombre. Con una risita nade hasta ellos y así la diversión continuó toda la tarde. Todo estuvo fantástico, porque me divertí con 5 luchitas mas, luego fui a broncearme un poco y ya más tarde les prepare algunos sándwiches para comer.

Y como todo lo que comienza tiene que acabar, al llegar la tarde nos subimos de vuelta al camión y regresamos a la ciudad. Pero durante el trayecto no pude dejar de pensar en mi nueva situación. Ahora no solo tenía a Michael, sino que sin buscarlo había encontrado una nueva oportunidad sexual. Y era con una mujer.

Tener tantas opciones me calentaba la piel.

Sip..

Decididamente, esta situación me tenía a mil.

_campamento_

eblogdepedro — Sat, 19 Jul 2008 00:05:02 +0000

Hasta el próximo lunes 28 de julio estaremos en Siles, de campamento Scout. Nos vemos entonces. Pasadlo bien.

043 solstice 08 mt. tam

art4yourcondo — Fri, 18 Jul 2008 05:39:47 +0000

On Mt. Tam you never know if it is now or then. You know that the mountain is watching you, in an accepting way, if you have a tendency to notice such things. When the solstice happens, Mt Tam, you gracefully let yourself become the stage of a play of time. It is the time of peace. The time of mystery and excitement. Who knows why.

The Fugue

Steven — Thu, 17 Jul 2008 16:58:21 +0000

Definition of "Fugue"

1. Music. A polyphonic composition based upon one, two, or more themes, which are enunciated by several voices or parts in turn, subjected to contrapuntal treatment, and gradually built up into a complex form having somewhat distinct divisions or stages of development and a marked climax at the end.

2. Psychiatry. A period, during which a person suffers from loss of memory, often begins a new life, and, upon recovery, remembers nothing of the amnesic phase.

As much as I wanted to stay with the musical definition, I can definitely see where the psychiatric definition applies as well to this post. Although not on a human level, but on a material level. I wonder if Ur-Spo would agree? ;-)

Sunday night, I came across a solo piece that I did senior year in my high school symphonic band called "The Prelude and Fugue," by Johann Sebastian Bach. It's hard to believe I still have that same sheet of music. I still have that sheet of music probably because of the significance of that solo event. The sheet was marked up in so many locations, whether I was indicating what valves to use on the euphonium or if I needed to play certain notes with a much better "triple fortissimo" (fff) or "double pianissimo" (pp). There were also certain measures where breathing in (and out) at the appropriate times was key. The reason that my posts had reflected the title of this song is that the before and after effects of seeing the Tiffany glass dome seemed to reflect the somber feelings in the Prelude and then the vibrant, lively feelings in the Fugue. Anyhooo, I am slightly getting off base here.

[caption id="attachment_921" align="alignright" width="300" caption="Harold Washington Library"][/caption]

Sunday afternoon, after checking out Millennium Park and Cloud Gate, I went to the Chicago Cultural Center to see the restored Tiffany dome in Preston Bradley Hall that was recently unveiled. The building was originally built as Chicago's first library and it remained the "main" library until the Harold Washington Library was opened to the public in October of 1991. One thing I just discovered when looking for its opening date was that the Harold Washington Library was listed in the Guinness Book of World Records as the largest public library building in the world. it has approximately 756,640 square feet. Not certain if they still hold that title, but the building is quite large and massive-looking. This photo of the library must have been taken shortly after its completion as there is a building now that occupies the empty lot across the street which does not allow one to take as great a photo showing the entire facade. And here I am, getting off base again.

Without further ado, I present to you the photos I captured of the Tiffany dome last Sunday. Information about the dome and its rehabilitation can be found in my post from July 15th, "The Prelude." Along the bottom of the dome's entire perimeter is a phrase by Joseph Addison (1672-1719) written in Roman lettering: "Books are the legacies that a great genius leaves to mankind which are delivered down from generation to generation as presents to the posterity of those who are yet unborn." Remember that the building's original function was a library when it was first built, not as a cultural center.

Throughout the entire building, one can find many quotes from famous writers that are all cited in mosaic tiles. The mosaic friezes in the Preston Bradley Hall are huge. Those friezes are the circular ones you will see in the gallery photos below. The views are beautiful through the arched windows that overlook Millennium Park. It was also amazing by how much the colors would change in the Tiffany dome as the earth continued to orbit the ever-setting sun. After touring the entire building, I am still amazed at the construction of the building, the marble decor and the mosaic friezes, all at a minimal cost of $2,000,000.00.

Below is a select number of photos, but don't forget additional photos that are included in the "gallery" below these select photos. [CLICK ON ALL PHOTOS TO ENLARGE. THEY'RE EVEN BETTER LOOKING! BY THE WAY, IF YOU CLICK ON THE GALLERY (THUMBNAIL) PHOTOS, IT TAKES TWO CLICKS BEFORE YOU SEE THE PHOTOS AT THEIR FULL SIZE)].

[caption id="attachment_947" align="alignleft" width="300" caption="The oculus with the signs of the zodiac"][/caption]

[caption id="attachment_933" align="alignleft" width="225" caption="The dome and Tiffany chandelier. Millennium Park is seen outside the windows."][/caption]

[caption id="attachment_930" align="alignright" width="300" caption="A beautiful change in colors"][/caption]

[caption id="attachment_963" align="alignright" width="300" caption="Stairs and marble rails leading up to Preston Bradley Hall. Dome is clearly visible. ALL of the patterns you see are of mosaic tiles."][/caption]

[caption id="attachment_962" align="alignleft" width="300" caption="Is it me or is Shakespeare's name spelled wrong? Was it done purposely to fit within the standardized square?"][/caption] [caption id="attachment_964" align="alignright" width="241" caption="Medallion inlay at the bottom of the stairs in the entry hall."][/caption]

[caption id="attachment_957" align="alignleft" width="300" caption="The new cover for the Tiffany dome with ventilation chambers at the top. The temperature is automatically controlled between that and the dome."][/caption] [caption id="attachment_950" align="alignright" width="300" caption="Within the two "grand" arches on either side of the dome are the names of famous writers from years gone by. Along with Shakespeare, there is Cervantes, Dante, Galileo, Tasso and Voltaire."][/caption]

[caption id="attachment_953" align="alignleft" width="300" caption="Looking down at the entry from the Hall level."][/caption]

[gallery]

I've Been Charged with Murder

Steven — Mon, 14 Jul 2008 21:06:57 +0000

Well, not really. I attended one of those murder mystery dinners with seven other guests Saturday night. My invitation read as follows: Saturday you are invited to groove with rock superstar Hedda Leiss (head of lice) on a cross-country psychedelic bus trip to the long-awaited beefstock concert. We’ll all be meeting at Hedda’s pad right next to the Burpley (Berkley) Campus no later than sunset.

The cast of characters inbluded Philip Mabong (fill up my bong), Jamaica Bomblast, Enya Goodard-Daveeda, Juan Stepford Mann, Reina Terra (reign of terror), Nate Ashbury, and Burnette Debrah (burn that bra - a woman's activist, of course). I played mind expansionist and spiritual guru Timothy Bleary. Background on Timothy was: Timothy began as a humble florist but soon became famous for his counter-culture writings. He coined that now famous phrase, “Tune in, tune on, and put out.” He is also the founder of the Church of the Vacant Mind, and his followers can often be seen pushing Bleary’s floral arrangements at street corners and airports. Recently church membership has multiplied in amazing proportions. All new members donate everything they own to Bleary in return for the transcendental honor of dispensing bouquets of love and peace to the enlightened masses. Naturally, this has endeared Bleary to the hippie culture and has padded his pockets with plenty of bread.

To get myself dressed "in character", it was suggested that I wear a real flowery shirt, multi-colored sunglasses and a yin/yang on my forehead. It proved to be an interesting evening. All these "play on words" of names for the characters was definitely a "hoot." And many of the guests really dressed their parts!

The story line revolved around all these guests that were invited by Hedda to go to this concert. Unfortunately the bus we were supposed to be on blew up. And Hedda was discovered to be under the bus at the time of the explosion. However, just about every character was considered as a possible suspect due to their involvement with Hedda. At first Nate thought he was guilty because he put his electric guitar in the bathroom where Hedda had been taking a bath. He placed it on a chair so that when Hedda opened the curtain, the shock from the electric guitar would kill her. But he didn't know that Hedda was already dead. Then Jamaica thought that perhaps she accidentally overdosed Hedda with her herbal concoctions to help Hedda relax after she was complaining of headaches. Juan was accused because he always liked to blow things up, so when the bus blew up, he was considered a suspect as well. I can't remember what the others were accused of doing, but I ended up strangling Hedda with a metal guitar string while she laid in the bathtub. Somehow I managed to get her downstairs, out the door and under the bus before it blew up. There were a lot of liabilities that I had under my belt with Nate and his thugs regarding money that I owed him which was used to cover the monetary losses from when I was stealing from my church and investing in new drugs that Philip had been trying to take to market. Then the IRS held all my real estate assets which I tried to get rid of by cashing them in to even my score with Nate. We all had to guess who we thought was the murderer and there I was saying, "I don't how I am supposed to say this, but I think I killed Hedda." One other person agreed with me, while many others thought it was Nate.

It was a great evening that included a four-course meal. And each of the four rounds were followed by a course of delicious food.

Friday night I went to the WSGA Friday night dinner at Chequers, a nice English Pub in LaGrange, Illinois. Food was delish and comaraderie was great. The weather was also perfect, although a bit on the humid side. "Alex" was being his normal flirtacious self, which I for which I didn't want to deny the opportunity.

Sunday, I thought I would crash after Friday night and being arrested for murder Saturday night. But then changed my mind and drove to Chicago to check out the crowd at Millenium Park and then to go to the Chicago Cultural Center on Michigan Avenue where they recently unveiled the world's largest Tiffany glass dome. I want to tell you more about this, but I feel it warrants its own post due to the story behind it and the photos I managed to capture. When people walked into this grand room, everyone's mouths just dropped to the floor. After recuperating from the sight, you then heard these gasps of "Oh my God!"

I hope everyone had an enjoyable weekend! Only 161 days until the first day of Winter! :-D

Yeah, it looks like I've been busy

migrantblogger — Thu, 10 Jul 2008 11:43:48 +0000

I've had several new articles come out in the past 24 hours. But, they were written over the last two months. So, it looks like I'm much more productive than I really am. It turns out trader published a good chunk of the articles I submitted. So, I guess they won't be weekly after all. Check out the following on TraderDaily.com:

Crack in the Continents (Iceland) >>

Push Yourself into Tight Spaces (Bonaire) >>

North Korea >>

Face-to-Face with a Polar Bear (Canada) >>

Also, I have a new article out on Nelson Diaz's $1 art auction "grand experiment." You can check it out at DigitalJournal.com >>

My first travel article is up!!!

migrantblogger — Thu, 10 Jul 2008 02:20:02 +0000

I'm so excited!!! My first travel article is up on TraderDaily.com. If you ever wanted to go to Iraq on vacation, check it out to learn how. Many thanks to Helpareporter.com for helping me find great sources, and props to Brian Sayler for the photography.

A new article will appear every week, and I have some great destinations coming up soon, including the place I checked out in Florida when JetBlue screwed me over.

Wallowa Lewisia

art4yourcondo — Thu, 10 Jul 2008 00:43:32 +0000

Excursion Exhaustion!

oorvi — Wed, 09 Jul 2008 11:59:43 +0000

Warning and Disclaimer:
This canine narrative is a sure cure of insomnia. I don’t take any responsibility for the ennui and its subsequent side effects, caused by this post.
- Oorvi

(The visual story can be found in the Potpourri section.)

The day before, we went out in Cameo’s car, which is lovingly called Fini. Though Mercury and Cameo go to their office in Fini almost every day, your Oorvi’s Fini trips are somewhat rare and like all rare things, highly desirable. In fact, I get to go out in Fini only on the weekends, or when we visit Johnny, or when I am taken to the vet. (I am sure that you know why I don’t look forward to the last kind of Fini-trips!)

So when Mercury and Cameo got into their casuals and started tying their shoelaces, I just assumed that I would be left behind – after all, it wasn’t a weekend! I lay on my stomach with my chin resting on the pillow, watching them get ready! I saw Cameo take the car-keys from the table…this meant that they were going out in Fini. This meant that the chances of my tagging along were abysmally low!

So when Mercury came to me and asked me to get my collar and chain…I couldn’t believe it; I turned my ear towards her and asked her to repeat! She did. I jumped out of my bed and rushed to get my collar and chain! Wow! What luck!

I led them all the way to the car. While Cameo held the door open for me I jumped in, barely able to contain my enthusiasm. I know that I should’ve displayed some finesse, but then modesty doesn’t come easily to me.

So, I, the luminary sat in the back seat, while those two sat in the front. If you are wondering why I didn’t drive, I should confess that I don’t drive too well. It isn’t that I haven’t tried, but I think that my height is the limiting factor. The steering wheel and the gears are fine, but I can’t reach the accelerator, brake, and clutch! In fact, I am trying to learn, but the traffic in Delhi gets on my nerves; and I am also not sure whether I would be able to get a license in this dog-apathetic world! So, I leave the driving to Cameo – you see, I trust him with my life!

Let us return to the narrative. After feeding Fini who has an insatiable appetite, we started on our journey. We’d planned to go to the Noida Export Processing Zone (Why?! Don’t ask me! Ask them.) For the uninitiated - Noida is a suburb of Delhi. The weather was as good as it gets in this season, which translates to hot, humid, and uncomfortable. Mercifully, the Sun was behind the clouds and thankfully Fini’s air-conditioning system is fantastic! So we were quite comfortable inside the car.

So we went on and on, expecting to leave the city behind, but the city continued to run with us. I think that their aim was to get out of the city, but they failed – after driving for about an hour, Cameo decided to turn to Greater Noida (an extension of Noida.) I was half-asleep when I heard Mercury say something that sounded like – refreshments! Now, that’s a word that my ears never fail to catch! So I made my eyes big and peered out of the window. Voila! We were stopping at a small market.

We went around the market a couple of times, then Cameo parked the car, and we stepped out. As I wouldn’t go into the market (it’s my way of protesting against species-bias), Mercury stayed with me, while Cameo got us cheese-paranthas (if you are wondering what they are, think of pizzas made delicious many times over.) Now, as much as you want to enjoy in the shade of a tree, when the Sun decides that you should go in, you go in…and I don’t believe in letting my lovely hide roast for a second more than it’s imperative! So I made a big show of feeling hot and miserable…and we were off again!

So then we traveled for about an hour again to reach home. I don’t know about them, but for me the experience was…slightly tiring!

I guess they must’ve noticed this…so they made me a nice cozy little spot on the bed, and I curled up for a good, long nap.

Camphor Dune Tansy

art4yourcondo — Fri, 04 Jul 2008 23:15:34 +0000

green feathers, lifting yellow dots in the air,

above the sand, little fragment of stones, above the sand,

yellow dots spring through the green feathers.

_sant_yago_

eblogdepedro — Wed, 02 Jul 2008 23:22:33 +0000

Bueno, esto es para que vayáis preparando las mochilas.

Nos vamos al Camino en septiembre, probablemente la tercera semana a hacer un tramito corto, lo típico, desde Sarriá o desde O'Cebreiro, tranquilitos, a pasarlo bien y a salir de aquí.

De momento vamos mi cuñado y compañía, algunos colegas suyos, y por otro lado, algún compañer@ del trabajo que tienen intención de venir (entre 10 y 15 personas). Esto evidentemente no es fijo. Iré poniendo una listita con los que definitivamente SÍ vamos al Camino entonces.

Esto lo digo para que lo tengáis más que en cuenta como recurso si no sabéis qué hacer en esas fechas y os apetece cambiar y tener una experiencia fantástica porque el Camino es eso, toda una experiencia. Poneros en contacto conmigo para que os vaya informando los que queráis saber más. Y nada, pasad buenas vacaciones, que duran poquísimo.

Day 2: 3000m and up

Hucking-Heliotrope-Hippie — Tue, 01 Jul 2008 19:22:58 +0000

The 2nd day of my Alpine animal life excursion started off with me being REALLY nervous. After all, we are going to be climbing up at least 1000m. Thats 1k vertical, means lots of km meandering on the steep mountain side. And, yours truly, comes from a small little island where the highest hill is only about 200m height. So we started off really extremely early, we left the Uni Zentrum Obergurgl at 7.30, and walked to the mountains. At the start of the trail, prof stopped and said. Ok we are going to be climbing UP. And then past that spot you can't even see, and then there we go further on and then you can see snow. And we will still continue further if you guys feel alright. I was like No shit. I can't even see the path. Die.

So we went up. Its like the stair master going up. Its that tiring, burning calves and thighs. Not to mention we all had a heavy backpack, some heavier than others, but none the less all of us had backpacks. Up up and up. Past the alpine roses, the forget-me-nots, past the piles of sheep poop, the shaky stones. We had a total of 10 stops, because the prof and other people had set traps every 100m, to observe the mountain fauna at each height. And each time I was like PHEW. I can sit down. Like what, 5 minutes? And higher and higher we went.

From trugging through small paths surrounded by shrubbery, the vegetation gradually thinned into grass and the occasional flower. We came to this plateau where there were sheep grazing. That was the part of the journey I enjoyed the most. A plain high up in the mountains, where you can sit around and have a picnic, and perhaps get disturbed by a big giant mountain squirrel, the mamot. Unfortunately, we didn't see any, their poop, we saw plenty.

Onwards and higher higher up, until we had to thrug pass a snowy patch. I was up to the knee in snow for some parts of the snow. And I was like ARGH! while people behind laughed at my misfortune. But oh well, it kinda happened to everyone at some point during the snow thingy. After the snow patch, we reached a really rocky area, just black rocks piled up and we went up up up. Until we reached the top, Gurgler Schartl, which is 2930m. This is the official description of the hike on the tourism webbie.

ZIRMKOGL PEAK TOUR (3,280 m)

A 3000-meter adventure for slightly advanced hikers and mountain fans. The ascent from Seenplatte lake area to Gurgler Schartl ridge (2,932 m) is quite exhausting but the moderately rising section via Stockferner glacier to the peak offers rewarding views of the surrounding mountain ranges including the Ortler summit and the Southern Alps. Stamps are available here for the for Glacier Hiking Badge.

Lets focus on that highlighted red bit. And me, with only 1 hiking experience, and that was onlz a bit higher from Innsbruck. And I managed that. Kinda cool!

But yah, the view from above was pretty darn awesome. Pictures to come! And we went down. I didn't like going down at all. I was actually slower going down than going up. Its more dangerous. Any false step you slip and fall. And unlike going up, there is no catching yourself. I went down kinda slow, but I guess I rather do that than run down and fall like those loose stones on the path. But it reallz hurt my knees going down. So I should go to bed and give them a rest. Tireddd

Today's dinner was quite spectacular as usual. Veggie cream soup, with bread. And then main course of a ham like fillet with red wine sauce, red cabbage and potato knödel. The last was the best. Dessert. Poached pear with chocolate sauce, a small morsel of puff pastry and vanilla ice cream. Heavenly.

Tomorrow we are going up the other side, to 2600m at least, 1st with the ski lift (thank goodness), and then we will be probably be walking through snow, at the glacier to collect more bugs. Snow!

And now, ibuprofen for my knees.

Tuesday 15th - Excursion to Lejre Forsøgscenter

roarskilde — Wed, 16 Jul 2008 01:05:08 +0000

So, day after day we keep running... Today we started as always with flagtime, but today´s breakfast was different: we had to prepare our own meal for dinner, ´cause we were all moving to Lejre Forsøgcenter, a beautiful interactive and "living" iron age park located in the middle of the countryside.

There, we found people who appeared to live thousands of years ago. They had ancient buildings made of wood and everything looked very "real". Also - we got to participate in the Iron age! All of us (check out the video!) chopped wood with our hands and prepared flour. We also made our own fire with flintstone and then cooked our own bread with the flour. It was really tasty and different!

After lunch, we spent some time "iron-age boating". In small crews of three to five people we enjoyed a pond aboard little rocking boats made of one piece of wood! To fall into the water would have been safe - but still - one didn't want to get wet! And the boats were kind of unstable... ;-)

The swedish delegation exploring the ("boaty") past

After dinner we enjoyed drawing: we took big pieces of paper and each one of us drew the shape of a friend on the sheet. Afterwards we painted the shapes as best as we could and now everyone has his or her own funny - life-size - picture. They are all around the school!

Ivan from Italy, (sleepy) leader of the day.

Media content by Pontus (swe).

The Bim Excursion

kymccarthy — Mon, 14 Jul 2008 16:19:19 +0000

On Saturday we embarked on an excursion. The plan was to take me around the island so I'd get a first hand experience of the island.

I was exposed to all sides on this excursion. I saw the wealthy, the poor, the rural and the modern sides of Barbados. We went off the beaten path a few times and even though the roads were not as good here, the views were well worth it. Barbados is by no means mountainous, which I knew, but I was surprised how hilly some sections were and when you made it to high elevations, you were rewarded with spectacular ocean vistas. Took my breath away!

I also had the pleasure of traveling with a historian, a real one, a published doctor and retired professor. He was able to tell me some interesting things about the places we visited that the average person would not know. It made the tour that more vivid and exciting. Call me a nerd but I love this stuff.

We broke for lunch around 3pm at a restaurant overlooking the ocean, where else, on the east coast. The sound of the surf lulling me to sleep. No rest for the weary traveler as we had a lot more to see. Go figure on this small island.

All in all a great day with some great friends. I heard some great stories, laughed a lot and had a really good time. Now its time to return to the norm, the every day, the job and the bills. It was good to escape for a while but now I have to get back in the frame of mind for work on Monday. Ah well...

The excursion took me to places such as: Royal Westmoreland, Speightstown, St Nicholas Abbey, Cherry Tree Hill, Bathsheba, East Pointe, Crane Bay, Sandy Lane and University of the West Indies

my 10 weeks of Intermediate class

Vernon Fowler — Mon, 14 Jul 2008 06:03:00 +0000

For the last 10 weeks, I have been teaching a General English Intermediate class at Hawthorn English Language Centre. My co-teacher, Teresa, takes the class on Mondays and Tuesdays. All our students are interesting people with different interests and goals. It's a great mix of nationalities and personalities.

When I first met our class, many students had arrived from hot countries such as Saudi Arabia, or from their country's summer. Feeling cold hasn't been much of a problem in our classroom though, as the heating keeps the room toasty and a little stuffy.

We learnt a lot over the past 10 weeks. I really liked ... but ... was terrible!

If you haven't already, class would you please complete the evaluation of this course by completing the survey at http://www.hawthornenglish.com/melbournesurvey

New paragraph with more info...

Our class excursion, despite the chilly and wet weather, was fun and relaxing. I'd never been to The Big Bouquet before, a farm for gerbera flowers and alpacas. Natasha, the staff guide, informed us about the alpaca coming from the camel family, and also that gerberas live a better life with just a little water and a drop of bleach!

Check out the video of an alpaca in the nursery from Vernon Fowler on Vimeo.

Sadly this is our last week together as class 8B. After the break week all our students will move on to bigger and better things. Some will continue studying general English but many will go on to academic English - probably they want to sleep in a couple hours more! Good luck to you all in your future studies and I hope you've enjoyed everything you've learned these past 10 weeks. Cheers!

Long awaited update - Dim Sum and run!

tartio — Sun, 13 Jul 2008 16:26:26 +0000

Mmm, so my mother, my brother, and I have gone to Seattle yesterday on Friday the 12th and we went to go dim sum. Of course, we rode the bus because we thought it would be better to just take the bus there and be able to sleep on the way there; once we got there we had a bit of trouble finding the restaurant because my mom was confused the name of the restaurant. Once we had found it after a bit, we went inside and immediately started eating because dim sum is very fast service because they have already prepared food and you just pick what you want off the meandering carts that a lot of waitresses just talk and chat. But, the food was good with some pluses and minuses; of course every dim sum has the staple food and you can compare it to other places. When we had dim sum in Kent at the Great Wall Shopping Mall, they had a bit better food than here but a little worse than some of the items here. But, overall it was pretty yummy and I filled myself right up as a cheat day today; it was really wonderful and I had a great time. My favorite dish just had to be the char siu sou; it tasted somewhat similar to a croissant with a little more crispiness and with the char siu inside it was very good! Can't resist good food like that! I also liked the turnip cakes, though they were a bit worse than the one in the Great Wall Shopping Mall for this one was a bit less zesty, it was still good. Dim sum is always good in my opinion, and I'll be going to dim sum again when my brother comes back from college in the winter.

Of course, after we exited the restaurant we headed to the summer Asian festival in Seattle and my mother wanted to look around so my brother and I went to Gameworks and enjoyed a few games; we especially liked the Japanese drumming game and of course, the DDR. I don't get why some songs aren't on the normal DDR they distribute for the PS2 Supernova but I have a new favorite song from Raven G but I can't recall the name at the moment. Also, my brother just figured out how to play the Danceman Game correctly which we had no idea how to play earlier; you just wave your hands through it like a real dance and you don't tap it. Heh, it took a little while but now it is much more fun.

After we finished up at Gameworks with still around five dollars worth of points we headed off to the bus stop to get the free ride zone to Uwajimaya to meet up with our mom again. Once we got to Uwajimaya and met up with our mom we went into the book store and I was debating wether to get Full Metal Panic but I decided not to because I was originally going to buy Yotsuba&! number six which they did not have in stock and I'll just buy it online later today; after leaving the book store we promptly went to walk around Uwajimaya and we bought some natto to try out. My brother and I really wanted to try to see what natto tasted like and of course we bought a package along with a few goodies I bought for myself. My goodies added up to a crazy amount of forty bucks, but it was pretty worth it. I bought a new bento box that is two tiered along with an onigiri maker which has animal faces for it and little toothpicks of different color and variety. I also bought new chopsticks which I wanted since I only have one pair that I like myself, and the other ones are just too big for my hands [which reminds me, the chopsticks in the dim sum were horribly long and it was sooo hard to use them!]. Once we left the shopping section, we went to the bakery and bought some buns and of course the sponge cake. Who can resist some red bean paste buns and some sponge cakes? Of course, I didn't eat them because I didn't want to eat too much unhealthy today 'cause I get freaked out heh. I'll save it for next week's cheat day!

After our little bakery decision, we headed to the bus and got on and headed back home. Once we got home we played around for an hour and my mother and I went to the park to try my new Polar RS200; it wasn't a waste of money at all. Though I need to buy and XS strap probably, the small strap stayed well if I hiked it up a lot and sagged only every mile or so. It was really useful and it didn't take much to get used to, it was very fun to use. After our little run, my mom talking on the phone, we went to WalMart to pick up some food and I got a Luna Bar Chocolate Peppermint Stick; it was so good and it was like eating a cookie. I felt so guilty eating it but it was so good and I checked the nutrition label like twenty times; I'm pretty sure the people in the store walking by thought I was crazy comparing labels. Hehe. I guess I'm just that way.

I'd like to say sorry to people who were reading my blog I just got busy and I was not able to update for a while. Keep watching and stay tuned!

7/12/08 - AK-47

Game Master — Sat, 12 Jul 2008 09:08:44 +0000

I sincerely apologize for not posting in over two weeks. Really. I just haven't been in blog mode lately. I'm sure it must seem like I've left teh Interwebs, but I've done no such thing. Actually, it might seem like that again. When I wake up today, I and my mom are leaving on our vacation, out towards central PA to a place that few people have heard of called Zook & Lyter's. I love it there. My Dad and brother aren't going; too hot & not enough time/too boring, respectively.

I'll be there for a week, and there's no Internet. If we head to the McDonald's one day for lunch then I'll be sure to bring my laptop there and correspond. This week will be very good for me. I want to do stuff during it, like write. In fact, determined to have something to post somewhere before I leave, I wrote this.

Oh, and what genre would you say this is?

The boy walked carefully around broken toys and piles of boxes as he made his way to the back of the basement. There, four large open crates were pushed against the wall, off to one side, the contents spilling over the tops onto the floor. The boy looked up at them through the airborne dust and flyaway cobwebs. He hadn’t needed to make a trip to the basement in months. He usually tried his best to avoid it. There was always darkness in the basement, dark corners where things could hide, shadows that made moving quickly amongst the rubble difficult.

The junk that had been stored in the basement was in complete dismay, busted into pieces and ripped to bits, spread about on the floor and tables and shelves. A depressing carnage of destroyed stuffed animals littered one particular area next to the boy. The head of a teddy bear stared up at him. It filled the boy with an intense surge of fear, and he suddenly became newly aware of the eerie stillness all around him. Dust covered everything and floated into the air like a fog. There was no ventilation in the basement, and the dust had become concentrated there like nothing the boy had ever known. It frequently made him cough and choke. He was determined not to when he first went down, but his efforts were in vain, and now he was sure that he possessed no stealth.

He continued on through the harsh cloud of dust and piles of debris to the crates in the corner. There spilling out of the large wooden boxes was an innumerable supply of magazines made for a Kalashnikov assault rifle. The boy looked down at the colossal store of ammunition only for a moment, quickly kneeling down and placing the three empty backpacks he had been carrying beside him on the carpet of dirt. He unzipped one of them and removed his own AK-47, one that had been of great use to the boy so far, and one that was currently stuck in its semi-automatic setting. He set it down thoughtfully next to him and poured the magazines into the bags, stuffing each one as full as he could, until he could barely zip them closed.

He then took up his firearm again and popped out the old magazine, which fell to the floor with a clack. The boy stopped and stared at the empty case. It had held his last cartridge. He remembered the horror that had come with losing his last defense, when he was forced to run instead of shoot. The horror he had felt began trickling through his body once more, but he shook it out. He grabbed the empty magazine, stood, turned, and hurled it far away into the basement. It whipped through the dust and disappeared out of sight, but made no sound afterward. The boy listened for when it would hit the floor, but the silence of the room remained intact. This made the boy feel uneasy.

The boy shivered. He turned back around to the vast hoard of magazines and picked one up off the dusty floor. It was absolutely the last one he could bring. He loaded it into the gun, then held the weapon at the ready for a few moments. He felt replenished, as if he had just restored an entire stock of food, and a lush bounty awaited him.

He kept the gun in his hand as he tried to pick up all three of the backpacks at once, an attempt that failed miserably. The backpacks weighed far more than he could lift. It was all he could do to drag them along towards the stairs on the opposite wall, no longer stepping carefully over the broken objects but rather walking headlong through them, inching the bags on behind him with his left hand, his right hand occupied by the Kalashnikov. The clamor he made was stifled in the dirty air, the silence imposing itself upon him still, except for the boy’s occasional loud choking.

Suddenly there was a noise. It came from around the staircase, on the opposite side of the room. The boy let go of the backpacks, and positioned his left hand in front of his right on the gun. He looked, but he couldn’t see through the air. The staircase itself was barely visible. Fear twinged in the boy. He shivered. A box fell off of a table to his left, causing a disturbing crash. The boy wheeled the gun around in that direction. Adrenaline coursed through his body. The pile of rubble on the floor burst and a shock of surprise ran through the boy, but he didn’t move. He had never had a direct encounter before. His finger wavered on the gun’s trigger. Slowly, up from the center of the scattered pile rose an inky black figure. It had no distinguishable features and it made no sound as it positioned itself atop the boxes, balanced as though it had no physical weight.

The boy didn’t waste any time. He lined up the sights and fired a shot at the creature. It fell back and dissipated into the air. He could hear more crashes by the stairs. There more of the shadowy, silhouetted monsters waited, and again the boy wasted no time. He pivoted ninety degrees back to face the stairs and took down two more. As the adrenaline raced through his veins and affected his body, he knew he had to use it. Stuck in that house, it was hellish trying to survive. Day in and day out, lurking though the house, living under fear of the encroaching evil presence. He had made his choice to survive in that house.

He took out another creature with a shot, wasting no bullets so far. Fiercely he whipped around to the backpacks and hoisted all three onto his shoulders with his left arm, sure to maintain use of the weapon with his right.

His choice was made to survive. He had to protect himself.

The boy began to walk toward the stairs, not even thinking about the objects in his path. More creatures rose up to block his progression.

This was what it felt like to fight instead of flee. The boy felt invincible, traipsing through the basement with enemies all around him. He felt strong, lifting the heavy backpacks, skilled picking off his foes with single shots. He kept on advancing, when the bags shifted on his shoulders, and one fell onto his right arm. With a groan, he heaved the bag back and took another shot at the creatures. Instead of hitting, the shot missed, and the creature lunged out at the boy. He dropped the bags and held the gun with both hands, taking the creature out, but provoking the others now, too. They all came out at him, ten of them, or more. He dove and rolled behind a table and rose behind a stack of boxes. But the creatures defied evasion, and one of them tore violently at his arm.

The boy screamed in pain. Blood gushed out just below his left shoulder. Thirsty for revenge the boy aimed the gun at the nearby thing and blew it away, unloading the rest of the rounds into its body, which evaporated mid-spray.

The boy stopped, and gazed at his gun. It had come unstuck, and the lever had been moved down to the “automatic” position. It had happened when he dived. The gun had caught the arm of a broken action figure, a soldier. The action figure had been destroyed by the roll, but the gun had merely been reset.

The boy smirked and ejected the magazine, then reached for another before realizing that the bag was some fifteen feet in front of him, behind a wall of darkness. A wall of darkness that was steadily approaching him.

In a panic, the boy fled, sprinting at the door. Fear once again flooded through him. When he reached the foot of the stairs, he gaped up in horror. The door at the top, which the boy had left ajar, was instead not even any longer a door. The passage was covered with jet blackness, and the boy didn’t bet that it was a good idea to go near it. With no ventilation, no other ways out of the basement, the boy turned and peered at the wall of shadows, which had shifted direction and was now approaching him at his new location. His option of flight was cut off. He had to try and take the evil darkness, the pitch-black, shapeless, weightless forms, which never died, but only disappeared like ghosts. These things that could be overcome, but that never went away.

Why Wash? ... Why not?

xtinac — Tue, 08 Jul 2008 16:54:24 +0000

The emergency backup horse was tempting. It followed us up each of the passes in Peru’s Huayhuash Mountain Range, enticing us with its empty saddle. But my sister and I resisted the urge to hop on for the climb, opting instead to feel the fullness of burn.

The trail through the Cordillera Huayhuash (pronounced WhyWash) circles a cluster of high, white peaks about four hours east of Huaraz. The range contains six mountaintops measuring more than 19,600 feet and 15 others measuring more than 17,700. The seven-day trek took our group over eight high-altitude passes, including an especially brutal one, San Antonio, which measured more than 17,000 feet tall.

Climbing the near-vertical San Antonio pass drove Laura and me, normally not self-affirmation types, to repeat motivational mantras over and over in our heads.

During each of the climbs, my thighs screamed, my calves burned, and my lungs begged for a break. But the views from the high points more than canceled the discomfort; snow-capped mountains overlooked grooved rock walls, brilliant blue lakes and lush green valleys. Avalanches sometimes crashed down from the high peaks, filling the air above them with clouds of snow powder.

At 111 miles long and 18 miles wide, the Cordillera Huayhuash is small compared to most. But what it lacks in area, it makes up in height.

We were accompanied on the trek by six 20-something Israeli guys who boiled up fresh tea every night in camp and bet on everything from scenes in the movie ‘Snatch’ to traffic fatality numbers in Israel. We learned the Hebrew words “Sababa,” which means “It’s all good,” and “ree-bah,” which means “jam.”

A guide named Benito showed us the route and cooked our dinners, and a donkey driver named Lincol managed the eight super-cute burrows that carried our bags. Most of Lincol’s animals were named Pancho or some version of the name, and, in the mornings, stood so patiently awaiting their loads that frost remained in their unmoving shadows long after it had melted everywhere else.

Does it GET any cuter?

The Cordillera Huayhuash is much more remote than the Cordillera Blanca, the range closer to Huaraz. Though we occasionally ran into other groups along the way, we often encountered nobody for hours at a time.

The trail tapered out in some places, forcing us to traipse through the virgin landscape in what we thought to be the right direction. During those times, I felt privileged to be in such a beautiful, unspoiled space.

Nights were cold, well below freezing. Laura and I slept in multiple sweaters and vests and cuddled up with the bottles of boiled water that Lincol would deliver to our tent before bedtime (he called them our novios, or ‘boyfriends’). When those became tepid around 2 a.m. we pulled our sleeping bag cords tighter around our faces and tried our best to sleep until morning.

We camped near natural hot springs our third night on the trail. Weirdly enough, it started hailing just as we dipped our toes in the water and stopped right about the time we decided to get out — the only precipitation during the entire trip. Submersed in the warmth of the tub, we watched the ice pellets land on our shoulders and melt from white to clear to gone.

Right outside the hot springs, villagers manufactured bricks from mud and hay. They said they were building a changing room beside the hot springs.

In camp on the last day, our group purchased a sheep for $30 USD from a local rancher (Laura says they run $400 in the U.S. Don’t ask how she knows this). With confidence and precision, Lincol slit its throat, chopped off its feet, removed its skin and organs and split it up the ribs. He marinated it in a green sauce, and, less than an hour from its last bleat, it was cooking Pachamanca style, underground.

Lincol at work. I couldn't watch the first part of this process.

Pachamanca in progress. Lincol, Bendito and a couple others cover the stone chimney containing hot coals, lamb and potatoes with dirt, tarps and straw.

Our group at the trail's end in the village of LLamac.

BHUTÁN DRUK YUL TOUR

viajesnepal — Mon, 07 Jul 2008 12:04:46 +0000

BHUTÁN DRUK YUL TOUR: 04 DÍAS - SAT 44:

BHUTÁN - Una morada celestial en el corazón del inmenso Himalaya, pero poco conocido para los habitantes exteriores, acunado entre inmensos vecinos y recluido por algunas de las cordilleras más altas.
En este viaje uno se puede explorar la riqueza del país en pocos días sobre la cultura, historia, geografía, la tradición de la gente alrededor de la capital con sus famosos Dzong y Chorten.
Al final a concluir el viaje se vuelve a Kathmandu o una extensión a Pokhara y Chitwon para completar el viaje de Nepal.

Grupo Mínima   : 02 Pax
Altitud Máxima   : 3120Mt
Estación   : Abril - Octubre
Región    : Paro y Thimpu valle
Grado    : 1

Día Itinerario
1: Llegada a Kathmandú, recibimiento y traslado a su hotel. Tarde libre para actividades independiente, Alojamiento.
2: Visita de la ciudad de Katmandú con su plaza Durbar, Swoyambhunath y ciudad medieval Patan, Alojamiento.
3: Visita de la ciudad de Bhaktapur, capital medieval de Nepal, Bouddhanath y Pasupatinath en la ribera del río Bagamati, Alojamiento.
4: Salida, Katmandú – PARO: Llegada a Paro y traslado al hotel. Alojamiento.
5: PARO - THIMPU: visita al DZONG DRUKGYAL - Ta Dzong – Museo Nacional de Bhután –Traslado a THIMPU, visita de Chorten memorial, centro de artesania, biblioteca nacional, escuela de pintura y medicina. Alojamiento.
6: Thimpu - Paro: visita a DZONG TASHICHO y Kyichu Lhakhang, monasterio mas antiguo de bhutan, por la tarde regreso a PARO, Alojamiento.
7: PARO a Katmandú, Salida, A la hora prevista traslado al aeropuerto para vuelo de regreso a correspondiente destino, fin de viaje.

COSTE DEL TOUR NETO POR PERSONA EN U.S. DOLLARS: 945.00
Hotel en Bhután Deluxe
Supplement individual U.S. $ 250.
Coste extra por persona:
Vuelo: Ktm. / Kbp. / Ktm. (Paro) U.S. $ 424.
Visado: de Bhután U.S. $ 20.
Impuesto de turismo en Bhután: U.S. $ 10.

SERVICIO INCLUIDO:

- Habitación doble compartida con Pensión completa en categoría de hoteles mencionado en Bhután.

- En kathmandu: 5 star hotel o similar con desayuno,

- Visitas mencionados con guía de habla espanol en kathmandu y ingles en bhutan.

- Todo Traslado y visitas en coche según el grupo,

- Entradas a los lugares de visita especificados,

- Permiso especial de viaje al Bhután

SERVICIO NO INCLUIDO:

- Seguros de asistencia

- Vuelos internacionales

- Tasas de aeropuerto en general
- Visado de Nepal y Bhután
- Permiso de sacar foto y película en la zona restringida
- Gastos de índole personales como: lavandería, teléfono, bebidas, propinas etc.

VIGENTE: 2008

SAMPURNA AVENTURA TRAVEL & TOURS
SAMPURNA TREKKING
G.P.O.BOX: 19960, KATHMANDU
NEPAL

HEAD OFFICE:
SUNGAVA MARG, DHOLAHITI, 9 KA.
LALITPUR
TEL:     +9 771 5573 373, FAX:     977-1-5573 379
MOBIL: +977 98510 22615
EMAIL:  info@viajesnepal.com

DIARIO DE LOS GUERREROS DEL ARCO IRIS

greenpeacecampas — Fri, 04 Jul 2008 13:52:37 +0000

¡GREEN, GREEN, GREENPEACE!

¡Este es nuestro grito de ánimo! y así hemos empezado este campamento.

Durante el tiempo que dure este blog vamos a contaros nuestras experiencias, impresiones y algunas de las excursiones o actividades que más nos han gustado de esta aventura, que ha empezado el día 1 y que para nosotros, el primer turno, terminará el día 10.

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Este año, después de un largo viaje hemos llegado al Mas Franch ( Sant Feliu de Pallerols - Girona), una masía de piedra construida en el 1300, comprometida con el medio ambiente.

Este campamento a parte de muy divertido, nos parece muy interesante sobre todo, porque podemos hacer muy buenos amigos de distintos sitios de España además de podernos reencontrar con viejos compañeros de otros años con los que ya hemos compartido otros campamentos.

Tan sólo llevamos dos días aquí y ya hemos visitado la Vía Verde del Carrillet que comunica el albergue con el pueblo. Esta vía, que es una antigua vía de tren nos ha parecido muy bonita y hemos tenido la oportunidad de hacerla en bici y andando descubriendo muchos de sus rincones secretos.

Hoy, somos el grupo de los Desiertos los que estrenamos este pequeño blog, pero dentro de poco será otro de los ecosistemas que estamos conociendo durante el campa, los que se encargarán de seguir contando las aventuras de los Guerreros del Arco Iris.

¡ ABUYUYU!

Day 4: Bird watching

Hucking-Heliotrope-Hippie — Thu, 03 Jul 2008 19:55:37 +0000

Today was a relatively relaxing day. All I did was, wake up late, sit in class for about 3hrs sorting bugs. Go for lunch, and then sat at a cliff waiting for this pretty little alpine bird to appear, and then go back to the classroom to sort bugs for another 3 hrs, go for dinner and then a lecture on the Rotmoos glacier.

Not a bad day after several very strenuous days. Although I have to say, after so many strenuous days, it feels strange not to have to go pack my backpack, pack lunch, plan my bad weather clothing, and go stagger up a mountain. Besides, the chef really wants to fatten us with soup, wiener schnitzel, and chocolate cream dessert.

Tomorrow is the last day of the excursion, there will be lots of things to do, including presentations and planning for the report. In addition I have to take my Ökologie examination tomorrow. Thank goodness the prof is really nice. Should go to study now. Ciao ciao.

Baby Otters Safe After Excursion, Stop at Pub

rtaustin — Thu, 03 Jul 2008 15:33:04 +0000

PETALUMA, CA - Two baby river otters are safely in the care of a wildlife rescue group after a weekend excursion that took them through several Petaluma neighborhoods, including a stop at a local pub.

Residents began calling the Sonoma County Wildlife Rescue hotline Friday night, reporting sightings of the pair slinking across porches and diving under fences.

The first otter was caught Saturday morning after a homeowner caught the animal sleeping between a garbage can and a flower pot. The second one, however, kept moving through town and was spotted by a man outside Mario & John's Tavern that night.

''He was afraid he'd sound crazy or we'd think he'd been drinking too much. But he said it hissed at him twice and then ran across the street into some bushes,'' said Donnie Figone, co-owner of the tavern.

Someone finally trapped the baby otter at an auto parts store Monday morning and called the rescue group.

Rescuers believe the mother of the 2-month old siblings, each about the size of a shoebox, may have been injured or died. Baby otters cannot survive long without their mother, spurring the weekend search for them.

Officials say a third otter also could be on the loose in town.

The baby otters will be moved to the Lake Tahoe Wildlife Care center, which has an otter habitat, and eventually will be return to Sonoma County to be released back into the wild, the rescue group said.

Information from: The Press Democrat, http://www.pressdemo.com

Day 3: To the Glacier and beyond

Hucking-Heliotrope-Hippie — Wed, 02 Jul 2008 18:34:47 +0000

Went up the glacier today. We took the lift up to 2600m, and then from there we walked to the glacier. It was prettz cool. We first walked on the ridge of the mountain, that part I didn't like, there were up and downhills, some really steep. And then, we reached the Rotmoseferner, I hope I got the spelling correct. But anyway, it overlooks the glacier, and we stopped there for lunch. Then I was like, so, which way now? It was straight down. Super steep, rocky slope there, and the prof just plunged over the cliff and calmly made his way towards the glacier. I was like oh shit. not good. But I made it down. The last patch of ground to be covered was snow. I fell down, and didn't want to get up, coz I knew I would just slip and fall again. Much to my amusement, I started sliding. I ended up having a nice and relaxing slide all the way to the glacier.

So at the glacier. Millions of years of stone, rockfall was there. We ended up wandering around all the rocks, picking up granite, shiny pieces, marble. So if you get a rock from me, its not just any rock. Its a rock, a million year old rock, from a glacier. After all that 'treasure hunting' we stepped onto the glacier itself. It was mostly ice, with some patches of snow. It looked on the surface nothing like Ice Age, the movie, but at some spots, there were really deep crevices where you can plunge to your death. And there were also big tunnels, carved out by constant water flow and melting ice. That was really awesome. And I was quite surprised that people go down to the glacier quite often. Researchers set up not only rain guages there but other cool stuff which I have no idea what they are. The profs explained some stuff, and then, we went down following the glacier and the river all the way back down.

We stopped at the Schönweisehütte for a drink and a rest, and then continued into the Zirbenwald, which is filled with fragrant pine trees and really really pretty. Its a relatively easy hike too, so in the future, if I want to hike, thats the no. 1 spot to go. Alpine roses dot the landscape, and there are pine trees all around. We made several stops, and one was to whack the trees with a stick and collect whatever that falls out. It was kinda interesting. Lots of spiders, and some caterpillars, and some flies. So yah that was the interesting bit.

Went back after Zirbenwald, and dinner. As usual, spectacular, salad starter, home-made ravioli with bologonese as main dish, and ice cream cake as dessert. I am so getting fat.

Tomorrow is going to be a relaxing program, all we are gonna do, is walk to Zirbenwald, again, and then we will stop at a certain cliff, and wait for a certain bird to come out. Its called the Alpine Mauerläufer. I am glad there will be no more hiking.

Time to study again.