tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-45557285409085311412024-03-17T23:10:09.676+01:00Liudmila's DiaryEverything about the interests of a mature personLiudmilahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05338028909924145395noreply@blogger.comBlogger740125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4555728540908531141.post-73173558805844826482024-03-17T23:09:00.001+01:002024-03-17T23:09:09.182+01:00What Happens If You Walk Everyday?<p>Walking is awesome for health in so many ways. First off, it's like a free ticket to a healthier heart. When you walk, you get that blood pumping and your heart gets stronger. Plus, it's a great stress-buster. When you're out for a walk, you can clear your mind and let go of all that tension. And don't even get me started on how it can help you lose weight. It's a simple way to burn some extra calories and keep that metabolism going strong.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgI05TTVxuzBltK0wGIQc4tN3OVveAvZtvG7Lh8rYhN7559dSXbbb7egJ4BpaAc5cqAny8tAr9q4-zN7VprtoRQ2ubC253X-aF5pyNu6e0rdXkiDTyxSbQE9ND1sakfKTZAMsnkIwk5St3h0Pm7EsoO_W-VzgnV0YqApq4qvur9zJK_mvgC0aJsjhqxviSm/s4032/IMG_9635.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="What Happens If You Walk Everyday?" border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgI05TTVxuzBltK0wGIQc4tN3OVveAvZtvG7Lh8rYhN7559dSXbbb7egJ4BpaAc5cqAny8tAr9q4-zN7VprtoRQ2ubC253X-aF5pyNu6e0rdXkiDTyxSbQE9ND1sakfKTZAMsnkIwk5St3h0Pm7EsoO_W-VzgnV0YqApq4qvur9zJK_mvgC0aJsjhqxviSm/w400-h300/IMG_9635.jpeg" title="What Happens If You Walk Everyday?" width="400" /></a></div><p>Another cool thing about walking is how it can boost your mood. Seriously, it's like nature's happy pill. When you're walking, your brain releases those feel-good chemicals that can lift your spirits and make you feel more positive. Plus, it's a great way to get some fresh air and soak up some Vitamin D from the sun. And let's not forget about how it can improve your overall fitness level. Walking regularly can help build up your endurance and strength, making everyday activities feel like a breeze. So lace up those sneakers and hit the pavement – your body will thank you!<span></span></p><a name='more'></a><p></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjq9sm4-ULtNDrCB8f1k5FUU9K8bDOmXW5hSnTDo2rZ_BrLvIJ2wK7Xsd5f9EoB7F2N6Gt52LgK_Pf7AtQPeOj1A-L67mou_I1UPtJFtbECqFZuyGjIrAxzQJe2wF-mvCaFi1_VE1z5UuVA0o1Tuv71H08mDFz4sdHlGpMFRMyCFCBsF-eadiYb-vLDOZzL/s4032/IMG_9653.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="What Happens If You Walk Everyday?" border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjq9sm4-ULtNDrCB8f1k5FUU9K8bDOmXW5hSnTDo2rZ_BrLvIJ2wK7Xsd5f9EoB7F2N6Gt52LgK_Pf7AtQPeOj1A-L67mou_I1UPtJFtbECqFZuyGjIrAxzQJe2wF-mvCaFi1_VE1z5UuVA0o1Tuv71H08mDFz4sdHlGpMFRMyCFCBsF-eadiYb-vLDOZzL/w300-h400/IMG_9653.jpeg" title="What Happens If You Walk Everyday?" width="300" /></a></div><br />Thinking about all these things, I decided to force myself to go for walks at least twice a week. In winter and with aching ankles I became so lazy that I didn't leave the house unless I was really starving. As a result, I have increased my weight by three kilos, and my eyesight has deteriorated so much that I no longer see with my right eye... In short, now either I can walk again or I become disabled. <p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEid4HLAHkSi6dIfku9Yfs1E0hj9kYpdogYKbwZURBFFYNH-OyjnGc9NCLwj4yx2N1As8EN12X3t4Kd67UBnoiXH23Mx86vL6jzZ9QXzssN6AXu4nHuqNrien90wuOSGcbYS9E7ef9R_6eBG4CuXKweXZ1miiblwpUZWjl1dOTtN5A05eb0MV30ps4TywjbK/s4032/IMG_9670.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="What Happens If You Walk Everyday?" border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEid4HLAHkSi6dIfku9Yfs1E0hj9kYpdogYKbwZURBFFYNH-OyjnGc9NCLwj4yx2N1As8EN12X3t4Kd67UBnoiXH23Mx86vL6jzZ9QXzssN6AXu4nHuqNrien90wuOSGcbYS9E7ef9R_6eBG4CuXKweXZ1miiblwpUZWjl1dOTtN5A05eb0MV30ps4TywjbK/w400-h300/IMG_9670.jpeg" title="What Happens If You Walk Everyday?" width="400" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5FZ2E9ZJuFZjEj7icYBvX3Tj4e2bl2vk8Zq_tO3_p5Zq5IivMWV-afkTaV0A-aIKa2u-oaZNsMl6TxMU_y1t7m6p8b5pxxztImmfaAtjE2KRl1GHCcsSJKhmBOTsV2M9ZN4wYvKCrrx7cem6T-yl1eAUmL6x4Ie1jaor0V1P0SfOCg5AoTNVFF5iQkdSo/s4032/IMG_9661.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="What Happens If You Walk Everyday?" border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5FZ2E9ZJuFZjEj7icYBvX3Tj4e2bl2vk8Zq_tO3_p5Zq5IivMWV-afkTaV0A-aIKa2u-oaZNsMl6TxMU_y1t7m6p8b5pxxztImmfaAtjE2KRl1GHCcsSJKhmBOTsV2M9ZN4wYvKCrrx7cem6T-yl1eAUmL6x4Ie1jaor0V1P0SfOCg5AoTNVFF5iQkdSo/w400-h300/IMG_9661.jpeg" title="What Happens If You Walk Everyday?" width="400" /></a></div><br /><br /><p>Luckily for me, the weather also improved and finally, after two weeks of rain, the sun came out. So I did two albeit short outings. One was in the Baragge Reserve and the other near Roppolo which is a village with a castle. The castle is restored, and equipped with period furniture, among other things there is also a bed in which Napoleon slept. Really very interesting. </p><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwPTLfvzOEsM-WwYdDKiU5_F-OSwk-PshaoI5JZmLEQF3LAaC93uIYM5UUp1XpL5QZ7X2f1vxbZlwoU6T265FyGI-s5PHO1bfPA5vCz4wOamU4Mz7ckNz5FCZm2OBuOsdjqvM909ptYHMwCK2y0cQlW89-MTMsmeR7cyC7A8pUy0M54bEQZLGcAtV1LyBy/s4032/IMG_9656.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="What Happens If You Walk Everyday?" border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwPTLfvzOEsM-WwYdDKiU5_F-OSwk-PshaoI5JZmLEQF3LAaC93uIYM5UUp1XpL5QZ7X2f1vxbZlwoU6T265FyGI-s5PHO1bfPA5vCz4wOamU4Mz7ckNz5FCZm2OBuOsdjqvM909ptYHMwCK2y0cQlW89-MTMsmeR7cyC7A8pUy0M54bEQZLGcAtV1LyBy/w300-h400/IMG_9656.jpeg" title="What Happens If You Walk Everyday?" width="300" /></a></div><p></p><p>Given the health problems I have, the doctor told me that I have to walk at least 4-5 kilometers at a time. It is important to walk, but not for a few minutes but at least a couple of hours. I can't walk for long anymore, but walks shouldn't be too short anyway. These two walks have shown me that I am capable of returning to longer walks and that the pain miraculously decreases and I generally feel much better.</p><p><br /></p>Liudmilahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05338028909924145395noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4555728540908531141.post-20910059009933465592024-03-13T20:51:00.002+01:002024-03-13T20:51:53.935+01:00How I Plan My Week To Have Two Days Free For Other Tasks<p> Many people need to live their whole lives according to plan. They get up at a specific time and eat what they should eat following the latest trends. They sit at the computer at a set time and check emails for 15 minutes, and another 15 look for news on the topic they're working on... </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><img alt="How I Plan My Week To Have Two Days Free For Other Tasks. Time management of a self-employed" border="0" data-original-height="1026" data-original-width="1026" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnnhi88QPOsmYp6SHLSnX3Ofcnnl7yQGvmwi2b2GFtOJLE-mMPNp74x8W56KvqkTtaZMWO445w2ZlPN9r8IV5gBBuaCy28vtBYaLZ0MpoD-mEIeqZOyRQ5JpAoMyFNEnwwxxQT5o9icQ8dohTnhQw-T06qgbA3GnulCWw6DtAjZC93QvgTi8GoHGw8xten/w320-h320/kandinsky-download-1710358608507.png" title="How I Plan My Week To Have Two Days Free For Other Tasks. Time management of a self-employed" width="320" /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><p>I honestly envy these people.<span></span></p><a name='more'></a><p></p><p>Why? Because I have never been able to organize myself so perfectly. I like systems and plans. They allow you to do much more and much more effectively. But personally, I am a woman who follows winds of inspiration. Strangely enough, however, I also have some rules that allow me to live my life with much more pleasure.</p><p>I have noticed that my students and acquaintances often pair my system. Even today one of my new students told me that he does it too. So, I decided to tell you about it. </p><p style="text-align: justify;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjukTuorW4_kcsL5oYHKFwgPsvqmmZMTfKWusbdrIWqN_I6m83z1GMIzn6s6BfQzRZ-Gd-vWVB-kMYHlRr7RiSlWIgCXm5htsdMs651qZtG2f9gfQfaecMRqFV_WO8K_xAdillNfuvkSBOKQl9T-Ehjxbv19jiKsPcK-yscWb7x2Xq2DiaoWN94NcbHiHVT/s1026/kandinsky-download-1710358653688.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img alt="How I Plan My Week To Have Two Days Free For Other Tasks. Time management of a self-employed" border="0" data-original-height="1026" data-original-width="1026" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjukTuorW4_kcsL5oYHKFwgPsvqmmZMTfKWusbdrIWqN_I6m83z1GMIzn6s6BfQzRZ-Gd-vWVB-kMYHlRr7RiSlWIgCXm5htsdMs651qZtG2f9gfQfaecMRqFV_WO8K_xAdillNfuvkSBOKQl9T-Ehjxbv19jiKsPcK-yscWb7x2Xq2DiaoWN94NcbHiHVT/w320-h320/kandinsky-download-1710358653688.png" title="How I Plan My Week To Have Two Days Free For Other Tasks. Time management of a self-employed" width="320" /></a></p><p>My first rule is to always get up at the same time (unfortunately I can't go to bed at 10pm which could help me sleep better but at least I do not sleep half a day). </p><p>When I got married, there was no work in the area where I went to live with my husband. I started working at 17 years old and so at 34 (I had when married) I felt very happy that I could finally sleep as much as I wanted and do what I wanted. The first months. Then I realized that it's not good to go on like this because the whole day then goes wrong. </p><p>So I created the first rule: I always have to get up at 8. It doesn't matter what happened yesterday (there was a party or working late at night), but the next day I have to get up at 8. </p><p>Normally I'm not someone who can live at 5 in the morning although I would like to, believe me. Well, if it is necessary to wake me up early for some reason - of course I wake up. But I'm not capable of doing it every day, all my life. So, the rule I created was made according to my body's capabilities.</p><p>Later I started looking for clients online, doing work as a freelancer. Self-employed teacher of foreign languages first, translator and export office later. </p><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2nWwrgcANy3DjWt3Hvyb6sdbmlebbIMI8btjm8JaVJLMy5-1HNoMzNwD-ge3m0LP8ghiGcHPUvrsAW75QGaGDsu3ZJLw8vJ2V9XlVbY4dyCopmwMcIRTFjWq-EDWRtk7mC6IQI8tcbu2TtO2KAH1XeaCjankZ7kHYezlLIAStXCnvhttOtqYdcs6-le_1/s1026/kandinsky-download-1710358714030.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img alt="How I Plan My Week To Have Two Days Free For Other Tasks. Time management of a self-employed" border="0" data-original-height="1026" data-original-width="1026" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2nWwrgcANy3DjWt3Hvyb6sdbmlebbIMI8btjm8JaVJLMy5-1HNoMzNwD-ge3m0LP8ghiGcHPUvrsAW75QGaGDsu3ZJLw8vJ2V9XlVbY4dyCopmwMcIRTFjWq-EDWRtk7mC6IQI8tcbu2TtO2KAH1XeaCjankZ7kHYezlLIAStXCnvhttOtqYdcs6-le_1/w320-h320/kandinsky-download-1710358714030.png" title="How I Plan My Week To Have Two Days Free For Other Tasks. Time management of a self-employed" width="320" /></a></p><p>Working like this I noticed that customers try to make the most of you. If you don't have your own rules but want to help without thinking about your own life, I believe they instinctively allow themselves to demand more and more.</p><p>Once I sent the goods to Russia by courier. I remember they were huge ceramic vases. Since I'm a translator, the courier allowed himself to call me whenever he wanted if he didn't understand something. Even if in the middle of the night.</p><p>Another time a client was looking for his girlfriend in Italy and I helped him since he didn't understand Italian. In love, the young man called me even at three in the morning to tell me about his suffering. </p><p>This was already too much. And I created a rule: my cell phone is turned off from 10pm to 9am. I'm a self-employed worker but I have my working hours as all normal persons do.</p><p>Another rule of mine is not to make appointments for every day of the week. I work with students online and offline, but only on Monday, Wednesday, and Friday. Tuesday and Thursday are dedicated to other jobs and tasks I have. At my age, I have to walk regularly so I try to organize my walks for Tuesday and Thursday. Obviously, I don't tell the students this but I don't accept appointments unless it's absolutely necessary.</p><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZCnvEs4Mj6Xzn1VNRCN4q2Nt2o__yCzl5KRGEWXqMIauxh9AuA97jdQo1ZKCWY7jpWn_Vhbnr2__P1E6YLig-oGSDyX70_a8juOxjcSQukJUWRI79hGgMzALeGsodgHcvxl2dSdzKTYgUN5RMffPgg7pDMqoqx7B-XyKqwQ4Z6IFMyoHxnJgVOzTRxb6r/s1026/kandinsky-download-1710358760368.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img alt="How I Plan My Week To Have Two Days Free For Other Tasks. Time management of a self-employed" border="0" data-original-height="1026" data-original-width="1026" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZCnvEs4Mj6Xzn1VNRCN4q2Nt2o__yCzl5KRGEWXqMIauxh9AuA97jdQo1ZKCWY7jpWn_Vhbnr2__P1E6YLig-oGSDyX70_a8juOxjcSQukJUWRI79hGgMzALeGsodgHcvxl2dSdzKTYgUN5RMffPgg7pDMqoqx7B-XyKqwQ4Z6IFMyoHxnJgVOzTRxb6r/w320-h320/kandinsky-download-1710358760368.png" title="How I Plan My Week To Have Two Days Free For Other Tasks. Time management of a self-employed" width="320" /></a></p><p>People also appreciate you more when they understand that you have your own rules and that they have to respect them. The more you try to please others, the more they treat you like a rag, like a doormat.</p><p>The funny thing is, after they understand how MY rules work, the more they try to create the rules for their own lives. And then they tell me how they do it, too. </p><p>I have a weekly planner that is on my table for my clients and students to see. I can make them happy to have flexible hours according to their needs as long as they respect my rules. So they tell me to book their next appointment and write it in my planner. </p><p><img alt="How I Plan My Week To Have Two Days Free For Other Tasks. Time management of a self-employed" border="0" data-original-height="1026" data-original-width="1026" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXRklLVfNMWSwijMQp-ifh_T4bcuCYcaLVrYI8Ap6hDFDiV9qMqromNBM5xq-9PRWJwThsInDB1XkCXYXiYdqfU3ZOWAGoFKe-MYwjkhb0cbGkbH46VeLgafXkFsZjRy-Jkq-YLmO6WRMZhBe-Z330ZLbYX_TP3TQd-SOX88gEBSMpYBtp_OSlwP9uZLIf/w320-h320/kandinsky-download-1710358906154.png" title="How I Plan My Week To Have Two Days Free For Other Tasks. Time management of a self-employed" width="320" /></p><p>With this article, I want to say that in life it is good to be organized especially if you are a self-employed worker. If you respect yourself and have your rules, your clients will respect you, too. If he/she doesn't want to respect you, it's not your client. Forget about him/her.</p><p>Do you have your rules as a self-employed worker? I'm very curious.</p>Liudmilahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05338028909924145395noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4555728540908531141.post-2605246004083915282024-03-12T18:03:00.002+01:002024-03-12T18:05:39.258+01:00Park of the Silent, A Place In The Woods To Lay The Ashes Of Loved Ones<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="text-align: left;">During my little walk today I suddenly came out in front of a place called "Park of the Silent". Only when I got closer did I realize that it was a place to place the ashes of loved ones. I've seen a place like this before. Actually, two. But it seems to me that they were dedicated to animals. </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh46oQUbTzNK14T0srQc8-0g3EOYLiyaBqaEXo7kWKAJ2BTmBTul1BHVWX08Lp7lJc6_FeS7YHrYrXEOeshtt76XUBJD-YG4jC61bRg12QrzvIH8wnJKwdO2Yx671mhGEGUEfj1Lh07i8_SJau70X-KtrifJ3URmOQBCppAZctsp9VHODxDoZZURLUlUty2/s4032/IMG_9483.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="Burrial of the ashes. A Place In The Woods To Lay The Ashes Of Loved Ones" border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh46oQUbTzNK14T0srQc8-0g3EOYLiyaBqaEXo7kWKAJ2BTmBTul1BHVWX08Lp7lJc6_FeS7YHrYrXEOeshtt76XUBJD-YG4jC61bRg12QrzvIH8wnJKwdO2Yx671mhGEGUEfj1Lh07i8_SJau70X-KtrifJ3URmOQBCppAZctsp9VHODxDoZZURLUlUty2/w300-h400/IMG_9483.jpeg" title="Park of the Silent, A Place In The Woods To Lay The Ashes Of Loved Ones" width="300" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDgyeJy3CLYUkacjcpNl5HWTjVoniLjtY5SwU14HEOjU60C94VNYTb7xb7tVRTPpppFmEDUZaBHnfYMW8iAdAh1v39KrrIOFkTZl_OqIxShRaDUqhSEgP0WmxTBWFnrLkZHewdLm2GqHQykAH-YwCkpWg7sCm_sZixHIOeqlZv2Hjd_i9VPF3gCh-YpJh9/s4032/IMG_9472.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="Burrial of the ashes. A Place In The Woods To Lay The Ashes Of Loved Ones" border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDgyeJy3CLYUkacjcpNl5HWTjVoniLjtY5SwU14HEOjU60C94VNYTb7xb7tVRTPpppFmEDUZaBHnfYMW8iAdAh1v39KrrIOFkTZl_OqIxShRaDUqhSEgP0WmxTBWFnrLkZHewdLm2GqHQykAH-YwCkpWg7sCm_sZixHIOeqlZv2Hjd_i9VPF3gCh-YpJh9/w400-h300/IMG_9472.jpeg" title="Burrial of the ashes. A Place In The Woods To Lay The Ashes Of Loved Ones" width="400" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicGf8l_uCtpI-kYvlSbbbfcarRwlc9cOTfCmG6oPMwaeH0cUZ-J7f52dgwQC_fNcgU5NHxTxrKwQjsHLn2CkqAtGxGqemw7qmrVaDZI6Yy9k-6ERTSpWlWJgRfjntyezGIqimXttFOp8xrlI1CJJ_1Thg9iNmnT4YOHXWgUGGSWaTNG5aSZuCSrZ0UDF71/s4032/IMG_9473.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="Burrial of the ashes. A Place In The Woods To Lay The Ashes Of Loved Ones" border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicGf8l_uCtpI-kYvlSbbbfcarRwlc9cOTfCmG6oPMwaeH0cUZ-J7f52dgwQC_fNcgU5NHxTxrKwQjsHLn2CkqAtGxGqemw7qmrVaDZI6Yy9k-6ERTSpWlWJgRfjntyezGIqimXttFOp8xrlI1CJJ_1Thg9iNmnT4YOHXWgUGGSWaTNG5aSZuCSrZ0UDF71/w400-h300/IMG_9473.jpeg" title="Burrial of the ashes. A Place In The Woods To Lay The Ashes Of Loved Ones" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Seeing these piles of ashes honestly made a strong impression on me. This is all that remains after our existence. You know, it's really hard. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">You think you are the center of the world, perhaps you try to free your place in life using all the ways at your disposal and perhaps walking over the heads of your enemies... And then, as Woland says in "Master and Margarita", suddenly you discover that you are mortal... </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">And that you are nothing more than this handful of ashes...</div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHJu47TkBaS24jFlnuaQLB_aVaNTNsnbTf-NeKqwh0AsHuONYPR09C_jxRIj6dUaxtYGXlFNabQufwxTkDDWUi4PL-er192qvwyF3gzBOR0NLPAAabOX14-raA8wNCoKNZI0qTDfzy4uR9pLTBB2C17JlHwis1C4FWzSAiMTnXjwvC-3m-lchYQsfOemDp/s4032/IMG_9474.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="Burrial of the ashes. A Place In The Woods To Lay The Ashes Of Loved Ones" border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHJu47TkBaS24jFlnuaQLB_aVaNTNsnbTf-NeKqwh0AsHuONYPR09C_jxRIj6dUaxtYGXlFNabQufwxTkDDWUi4PL-er192qvwyF3gzBOR0NLPAAabOX14-raA8wNCoKNZI0qTDfzy4uR9pLTBB2C17JlHwis1C4FWzSAiMTnXjwvC-3m-lchYQsfOemDp/w400-h300/IMG_9474.jpeg" title="Burrial of the ashes. A Place In The Woods To Lay The Ashes Of Loved Ones" width="400" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhr362Zvr8gAFxrd18gKhqdw9eUwguN5ut_AEcOFM4jqA-J0W6v3ODoRvDiQLUHMCmLgNxYLYEVKcyMioxT98Dj9Zjsu7rssk-gZ4TcgopO8o1b3fM2e8DHALY4mZXZUi_lLEdNqcZvZeREOhK4XtEct4BtFsVWXpkcjSZ_cFicYwwvanu3cce5oS8YrdSF/s4032/IMG_9479.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="Burrial of the ashes. A Place In The Woods To Lay The Ashes Of Loved Ones" border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhr362Zvr8gAFxrd18gKhqdw9eUwguN5ut_AEcOFM4jqA-J0W6v3ODoRvDiQLUHMCmLgNxYLYEVKcyMioxT98Dj9Zjsu7rssk-gZ4TcgopO8o1b3fM2e8DHALY4mZXZUi_lLEdNqcZvZeREOhK4XtEct4BtFsVWXpkcjSZ_cFicYwwvanu3cce5oS8YrdSF/w400-h300/IMG_9479.jpeg" title="Burrial of the ashes. A Place In The Woods To Lay The Ashes Of Loved Ones" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Suddenly I heard the sound of a bell. Someone brought Buddhist flags and a bell there. Its sound in the wind should remind us that life is not eternal and that you need to do good deeds. Impermanence.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Someone left a cross hanging on the tree, and someone had a strip of cloth.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">I didn't have anything with me at all. I went out for a very short walk. I only had a keychain with the cat's head that sounds a little. So I left this gift.</div></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAoB114w98jGVxQVV2sVtjcvjo4NdzZmNsxztiakSwdxibHe1mWAsVyO-Z3MmzRpXAnTqXcm4KldffC5C_NmxgWoWkXpmxLFIjvhb15yaUjqFZnuwSXGUNQ0r2tUCm1taYoq7ReqeihCcLfNiBfFPMDrAkVJcgnKoHaUlzOEawW5fk810jJRCvq8ZniRY8/s4032/IMG_9477.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="Burrial of the ashes. A Place In The Woods To Lay The Ashes Of Loved Ones" border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAoB114w98jGVxQVV2sVtjcvjo4NdzZmNsxztiakSwdxibHe1mWAsVyO-Z3MmzRpXAnTqXcm4KldffC5C_NmxgWoWkXpmxLFIjvhb15yaUjqFZnuwSXGUNQ0r2tUCm1taYoq7ReqeihCcLfNiBfFPMDrAkVJcgnKoHaUlzOEawW5fk810jJRCvq8ZniRY8/w300-h400/IMG_9477.jpeg" title="Burrial of the ashes. A Place In The Woods To Lay The Ashes Of Loved Ones" width="300" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzpSTrS1RVaGk7fX4FbaBRAMHkh3HtMZfWsvO3fZZgMtQHaFGzLlay_cbPZ30cHSecMWQbZ8rThOsBiEzDVJoQjYhsfje8087mz-s0t8Pwzl3tjvbjOTKhudZFictVUaNQAmt9eqdOiZkwaak2at6_uPQaY7eIxXa9DBkMv7Le-9WYflt1EHu7kcnoKV46/s4032/IMG_9481.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="Burrial of the ashes. A Place In The Woods To Lay The Ashes Of Loved Ones" border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzpSTrS1RVaGk7fX4FbaBRAMHkh3HtMZfWsvO3fZZgMtQHaFGzLlay_cbPZ30cHSecMWQbZ8rThOsBiEzDVJoQjYhsfje8087mz-s0t8Pwzl3tjvbjOTKhudZFictVUaNQAmt9eqdOiZkwaak2at6_uPQaY7eIxXa9DBkMv7Le-9WYflt1EHu7kcnoKV46/w300-h400/IMG_9481.jpeg" title="Burrial of the ashes. A Place In The Woods To Lay The Ashes Of Loved Ones" width="300" /></a></div><br /><br /> <p></p>Liudmilahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05338028909924145395noreply@blogger.com0Riserva Naturale Orientata delle Baragge, Str. Antica Per Benna, 1, 13871 Verrone BI, Italia45.5140892 8.155698417.203855363821155 -27.0005516 73.824323036178839 43.3119484tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4555728540908531141.post-34267234842821309932024-03-09T18:31:00.001+01:002024-03-09T18:31:27.715+01:00Why Solo Learners of the English Language Face Issues With Pronunciation<p> <span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; white-space-collapse: preserve;">As a teacher with years of experience, I have observed that many individuals encounter specific pronunciation challenges when they begin to learn the English language independently. While self-study can be a valuable and empowering way to learn a new language, it's important to be aware of the common pitfalls that learners may face, especially in the realm of pronunciation.</span></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbpR1hQg27cXYadZNwyBsE4_nCf60CLTgXiYKFGs2UQNLIXYbvMv4hZTpGu3Qf-fSlAOoSEzUhfFhFrRaSfcayuTGsnqDQ08_JR9YjJPxuBnDRJQ6eAu4WxRnBHd59_ofYw7eNZcu_BgEosfLYVecw3mQsT0Ie6qhT4Y9T3siBHcf7KwnREnV6GCn8T9ya/s1024/310a6870-4bdb-42db-882a-2315dd4d06db.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="Why Solo Learners of the English Language Face Issues With Pronunciation" border="0" data-original-height="1024" data-original-width="1024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbpR1hQg27cXYadZNwyBsE4_nCf60CLTgXiYKFGs2UQNLIXYbvMv4hZTpGu3Qf-fSlAOoSEzUhfFhFrRaSfcayuTGsnqDQ08_JR9YjJPxuBnDRJQ6eAu4WxRnBHd59_ofYw7eNZcu_BgEosfLYVecw3mQsT0Ie6qhT4Y9T3siBHcf7KwnREnV6GCn8T9ya/w320-h320/310a6870-4bdb-42db-882a-2315dd4d06db.png" title="Why Solo Learners of the English Language Face Issues With Pronunciation" width="320" /></a></div><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; white-space-collapse: preserve;"><p><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; white-space-collapse: preserve;"><br /></span></p>One prevalent issue that arises when studying English solo is the lack of immediate feedback and correction. Without a teacher or language coach to provide guidance, people may develop incorrect pronunciation habits that can be challenging to rectify later on. These mistakes can become deeply ingrained, making it harder to unlearn and retrain the correct sounds.<span><a name='more'></a></span></span><p></p><span id="docs-internal-guid-194a35f5-7fff-a25b-fcc6-f87dbe28ecc0"><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">Self-study materials may not always prioritize pronunciation instruction or may not offer sufficient practice opportunities to improve pronunciation effectively. Learners may struggle to access the resources and support needed to target specific pronunciation difficulties and make meaningful progress in this area. Many of these courageous students begin by listening to their preferred songs. It's a very serious mistake. Even if they try to use texts of these songs. </span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;"><br /></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">I advise the English students to listen to the speeches of... you will not believe :-) ... King Charles. Or </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #202124; font-family: "Google Sans", arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"> </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #202124; font-family: "Google Sans", arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;">David Attenborough. Or the tv of BBC. </span><span style="color: #202124; font-family: Google Sans, arial, sans-serif;">They speak very clearly, with a beautiful pronunciation that will make you fall in love with the English language. You can find similar speakers for every language you want to learn.</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="color: #202124; font-family: Google Sans, arial, sans-serif;"><br /></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="color: #161719; font-family: Inter, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 14px; white-space-collapse: break-spaces;">Improving one's poor English pronunciation can be challenging for a teacher, especially when dealing with students who have strong accents or speech impediments. It requires patience, understanding, and consistent practice to help students effectively improve their pronunciation skills. </span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="color: #161719; font-family: Inter, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 14px; white-space-collapse: break-spaces;"><br /></span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="color: #161719; font-family: Inter, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 14px; white-space-collapse: break-spaces;">This is why it is much wiser to start your studies with a qualified teacher. At least the first part of the studies. </span></span><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; white-space-collapse: preserve;">In my experience, I have found that students can address their pronunciation challenges more effectively and develop clearer and more accurate spoken language skills if they work with a teacher.</span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">While self-study can be a valuable component of language learning, incorporating teacher-led instruction and feedback can significantly enhance the quality of pronunciation practice and ultimately lead to greater proficiency in spoken English.</span></p><div><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;"><br /></span></div></span>Liudmilahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05338028909924145395noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4555728540908531141.post-43180327775350151042024-03-05T10:44:00.000+01:002024-03-05T10:44:00.653+01:00Magical Time Of The Year - Emotions Of The Spring Flower Watching<p><span style="background-color: white; color: #0d0d0d; font-family: Söhne, ui-sans-serif, system-ui, -apple-system, "Segoe UI", Roboto, Ubuntu, Cantarell, "Noto Sans", sans-serif, "Helvetica Neue", Arial, "Apple Color Emoji", "Segoe UI Emoji", "Segoe UI Symbol", "Noto Color Emoji"; font-size: 16px; white-space-collapse: preserve;">Spring is a magical time when nature awakens from its winter slumber, and one of the most enchanting spectacles is the blooming of flowers in forests and meadows. As the days grow longer and temperatures rise, an array of colorful blossoms emerge, creating a picturesque scene that delights the senses.</span></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrYrxQVSfYsVNM8rUbYnZ9o0m3KFXV58EpR5TugJqLxU_7Ah0O2DHB6x92B49uG2ykmbJkDZsvGXHCPj9LFIKv3-NKyJR-SH0Bd9suGU_hjO9OoIGjVcxrJTtMX-vtI1uCbN9lZ36htxdQWke86SpnMPhTVX1Ds-TwORUBJ_GTm5hPcYVHQgD07TySIzZH/s4032/IMG_9237.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="Magical Time Of The Year - Emotions Of The Spring Flower Watching" border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrYrxQVSfYsVNM8rUbYnZ9o0m3KFXV58EpR5TugJqLxU_7Ah0O2DHB6x92B49uG2ykmbJkDZsvGXHCPj9LFIKv3-NKyJR-SH0Bd9suGU_hjO9OoIGjVcxrJTtMX-vtI1uCbN9lZ36htxdQWke86SpnMPhTVX1Ds-TwORUBJ_GTm5hPcYVHQgD07TySIzZH/w300-h400/IMG_9237.jpeg" title="Magical Time Of The Year - Emotions Of The Spring Flower Watching" width="300" /></a></div><br /><span style="background-color: white; color: #0d0d0d; font-family: Söhne, ui-sans-serif, system-ui, -apple-system, "Segoe UI", Roboto, Ubuntu, Cantarell, "Noto Sans", sans-serif, "Helvetica Neue", Arial, "Apple Color Emoji", "Segoe UI Emoji", "Segoe UI Symbol", "Noto Color Emoji"; font-size: 16px; white-space-collapse: preserve;">Imagine walking through a forest carpeted with vibrant wildflowers or strolling across a sun-kissed meadow dotted with blossoms of all shapes and sizes. The air is filled with the sweet fragrance of flowers, and the gentle hum of bees and butterflies adds to the symphony of nature.</span><p></p><p style="--tw-border-spacing-x: 0; --tw-border-spacing-y: 0; --tw-ring-color: rgba(69,89,164,.5); --tw-ring-offset-color: #fff; --tw-ring-offset-shadow: 0 0 transparent; --tw-ring-offset-width: 0px; --tw-ring-shadow: 0 0 transparent; --tw-rotate: 0; --tw-scale-x: 1; --tw-scale-y: 1; --tw-scroll-snap-strictness: proximity; --tw-shadow-colored: 0 0 transparent; --tw-shadow: 0 0 transparent; --tw-skew-x: 0; --tw-skew-y: 0; --tw-translate-x: 0; --tw-translate-y: 0; background-color: white; border: 0px solid rgb(227, 227, 227); box-sizing: border-box; color: #0d0d0d; font-family: Söhne, ui-sans-serif, system-ui, -apple-system, "Segoe UI", Roboto, Ubuntu, Cantarell, "Noto Sans", sans-serif, "Helvetica Neue", Arial, "Apple Color Emoji", "Segoe UI Emoji", "Segoe UI Symbol", "Noto Color Emoji"; font-size: 16px; margin: 1.25em 0px; white-space-collapse: preserve;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZFVPoA4ohqpLQISlT4O1EtiH1YObFCmZHHcjZpjSeLkWKxpFVHvimztuzmiYlyN9maNp15UD3vk-jkytGujUBSLnAOYzQTEr79wOQ2lPd3WeecLhEoHcKjL6EdUM_RGLtNvYWz3IRtpzzOaski7A6U2RIypSWqfE8ODQfuUG6O9oQIv-cptntIoIo4zKr/s4032/IMG_9191.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="Magical Time Of The Year - Emotions Of The Spring Flower Watching" border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZFVPoA4ohqpLQISlT4O1EtiH1YObFCmZHHcjZpjSeLkWKxpFVHvimztuzmiYlyN9maNp15UD3vk-jkytGujUBSLnAOYzQTEr79wOQ2lPd3WeecLhEoHcKjL6EdUM_RGLtNvYWz3IRtpzzOaski7A6U2RIypSWqfE8ODQfuUG6O9oQIv-cptntIoIo4zKr/w400-h300/IMG_9191.jpeg" title="Magical Time Of The Year - Emotions Of The Spring Flower Watching" width="400" /></a></div><p></p><p style="--tw-border-spacing-x: 0; --tw-border-spacing-y: 0; --tw-ring-color: rgba(69,89,164,.5); --tw-ring-offset-color: #fff; --tw-ring-offset-shadow: 0 0 transparent; --tw-ring-offset-width: 0px; --tw-ring-shadow: 0 0 transparent; --tw-rotate: 0; --tw-scale-x: 1; --tw-scale-y: 1; --tw-scroll-snap-strictness: proximity; --tw-shadow-colored: 0 0 transparent; --tw-shadow: 0 0 transparent; --tw-skew-x: 0; --tw-skew-y: 0; --tw-translate-x: 0; --tw-translate-y: 0; background-color: white; border: 0px solid rgb(227, 227, 227); box-sizing: border-box; color: #0d0d0d; font-family: Söhne, ui-sans-serif, system-ui, -apple-system, "Segoe UI", Roboto, Ubuntu, Cantarell, "Noto Sans", sans-serif, "Helvetica Neue", Arial, "Apple Color Emoji", "Segoe UI Emoji", "Segoe UI Symbol", "Noto Color Emoji"; font-size: 16px; margin: 1.25em 0px; white-space-collapse: preserve;">In the forest, you might come across delicate woodland blooms like bluebells, trilliums, and violets peeking out from beneath the trees. The dappled sunlight filtering through the canopy creates a magical ambiance, casting playful shadows on the forest floor.</p><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0 0 0 40px; padding: 0px;"><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0 0 0 40px; padding: 0px;"><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0 0 0 40px; padding: 0px;"><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0 0 0 40px; padding: 0px;"><p style="--tw-border-spacing-x: 0; --tw-border-spacing-y: 0; --tw-ring-color: rgba(69,89,164,.5); --tw-ring-offset-color: #fff; --tw-ring-offset-shadow: 0 0 transparent; --tw-ring-offset-width: 0px; --tw-ring-shadow: 0 0 transparent; --tw-rotate: 0; --tw-scale-x: 1; --tw-scale-y: 1; --tw-scroll-snap-strictness: proximity; --tw-shadow-colored: 0 0 transparent; --tw-shadow: 0 0 transparent; --tw-skew-x: 0; --tw-skew-y: 0; --tw-translate-x: 0; --tw-translate-y: 0; background-color: white; border: 0px solid rgb(227, 227, 227); box-sizing: border-box; color: #0d0d0d; font-family: Söhne, ui-sans-serif, system-ui, -apple-system, "Segoe UI", Roboto, Ubuntu, Cantarell, "Noto Sans", sans-serif, "Helvetica Neue", Arial, "Apple Color Emoji", "Segoe UI Emoji", "Segoe UI Symbol", "Noto Color Emoji"; font-size: 16px; margin: 1.25em 0px; text-align: left; white-space-collapse: preserve;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4lxZlB8XJMyvCy9zrDewG8LmPf9W9ec5-XCEuLGL-cmucHA9O9f0RUAeZCkbAE9uQEV9b_g7vZHz5XCIVgbhOxFyNdQC9Bpj2O_ytY7g69tXstkhftco26Lzkj7FXrrtiEeosVf1N3JzSN5Tr8oZbUlafBgZss-xrlZa_pn74AydoQDoEqyd2GCPhJ7WO/s4032/IMG_9233.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img alt="Magical Time Of The Year - Emotions Of The Spring Flower Watching" border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4lxZlB8XJMyvCy9zrDewG8LmPf9W9ec5-XCEuLGL-cmucHA9O9f0RUAeZCkbAE9uQEV9b_g7vZHz5XCIVgbhOxFyNdQC9Bpj2O_ytY7g69tXstkhftco26Lzkj7FXrrtiEeosVf1N3JzSN5Tr8oZbUlafBgZss-xrlZa_pn74AydoQDoEqyd2GCPhJ7WO/w400-h300/IMG_9233.jpeg" title="Magical Time Of The Year - Emotions Of The Spring Flower Watching" width="400" /></a></p></blockquote></blockquote></blockquote></blockquote><p style="--tw-border-spacing-x: 0; --tw-border-spacing-y: 0; --tw-ring-color: rgba(69,89,164,.5); --tw-ring-offset-color: #fff; --tw-ring-offset-shadow: 0 0 transparent; --tw-ring-offset-width: 0px; --tw-ring-shadow: 0 0 transparent; --tw-rotate: 0; --tw-scale-x: 1; --tw-scale-y: 1; --tw-scroll-snap-strictness: proximity; --tw-shadow-colored: 0 0 transparent; --tw-shadow: 0 0 transparent; --tw-skew-x: 0; --tw-skew-y: 0; --tw-translate-x: 0; --tw-translate-y: 0; background-color: white; border: 0px solid rgb(227, 227, 227); box-sizing: border-box; color: #0d0d0d; font-family: Söhne, ui-sans-serif, system-ui, -apple-system, "Segoe UI", Roboto, Ubuntu, Cantarell, "Noto Sans", sans-serif, "Helvetica Neue", Arial, "Apple Color Emoji", "Segoe UI Emoji", "Segoe UI Symbol", "Noto Color Emoji"; font-size: 16px; margin: 1.25em 0px; white-space-collapse: preserve;">In the meadow, you'll find a riot of colors as daisies, buttercups, and lupines sway in the breeze. Bees flit from flower to flower, collecting nectar to take back to their hives, while butterflies dance gracefully among the blooms, their wings shimmering in the sunlight.</p><p style="--tw-border-spacing-x: 0; --tw-border-spacing-y: 0; --tw-ring-color: rgba(69,89,164,.5); --tw-ring-offset-color: #fff; --tw-ring-offset-shadow: 0 0 transparent; --tw-ring-offset-width: 0px; --tw-ring-shadow: 0 0 transparent; --tw-rotate: 0; --tw-scale-x: 1; --tw-scale-y: 1; --tw-scroll-snap-strictness: proximity; --tw-shadow-colored: 0 0 transparent; --tw-shadow: 0 0 transparent; --tw-skew-x: 0; --tw-skew-y: 0; --tw-translate-x: 0; --tw-translate-y: 0; background-color: white; border: 0px solid rgb(227, 227, 227); box-sizing: border-box; color: #0d0d0d; font-family: Söhne, ui-sans-serif, system-ui, -apple-system, "Segoe UI", Roboto, Ubuntu, Cantarell, "Noto Sans", sans-serif, "Helvetica Neue", Arial, "Apple Color Emoji", "Segoe UI Emoji", "Segoe UI Symbol", "Noto Color Emoji"; font-size: 16px; margin: 1.25em 0px; white-space-collapse: preserve;"><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjy8DbFlIt4QMzdFF_02N_pxxlWXpebkqEg_juqmV-JRjW-EuUpGBozJ3O2dTR4Dv0G1TMtBW0E0nrMAecMzdMHObfY-mMf8qw4S9jizMITF7zsJkvi3I0MwjyAdCI3Ck-NekLTU9nw2TBIrQqTdP56JhrUcTMq4_U9H4vIeBIIQPIRxRquX7TddFtBJVSR/s4032/IMG_9179.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="Magical Time Of The Year - Emotions Of The Spring Flower Watching" border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjy8DbFlIt4QMzdFF_02N_pxxlWXpebkqEg_juqmV-JRjW-EuUpGBozJ3O2dTR4Dv0G1TMtBW0E0nrMAecMzdMHObfY-mMf8qw4S9jizMITF7zsJkvi3I0MwjyAdCI3Ck-NekLTU9nw2TBIrQqTdP56JhrUcTMq4_U9H4vIeBIIQPIRxRquX7TddFtBJVSR/w400-h300/IMG_9179.jpeg" title="Magical Time Of The Year - Emotions Of The Spring Flower Watching" width="400" /></a></div><p></p><p style="--tw-border-spacing-x: 0; --tw-border-spacing-y: 0; --tw-ring-color: rgba(69,89,164,.5); --tw-ring-offset-color: #fff; --tw-ring-offset-shadow: 0 0 transparent; --tw-ring-offset-width: 0px; --tw-ring-shadow: 0 0 transparent; --tw-rotate: 0; --tw-scale-x: 1; --tw-scale-y: 1; --tw-scroll-snap-strictness: proximity; --tw-shadow-colored: 0 0 transparent; --tw-shadow: 0 0 transparent; --tw-skew-x: 0; --tw-skew-y: 0; --tw-translate-x: 0; --tw-translate-y: 0; background-color: white; border: 0px solid rgb(227, 227, 227); box-sizing: border-box; color: #0d0d0d; font-family: Söhne, ui-sans-serif, system-ui, -apple-system, "Segoe UI", Roboto, Ubuntu, Cantarell, "Noto Sans", sans-serif, "Helvetica Neue", Arial, "Apple Color Emoji", "Segoe UI Emoji", "Segoe UI Symbol", "Noto Color Emoji"; font-size: 16px; margin: 1.25em 0px; white-space-collapse: preserve;">Spring flower watching is not just a visual delight but also an opportunity to connect with nature on a deeper level. Take a moment to pause and appreciate the intricate beauty of each blossom, marveling at the diversity of shapes, colors, and patterns. Let the tranquility of the natural world wash over you, filling you with a sense of peace and wonder.</p><p style="--tw-border-spacing-x: 0; --tw-border-spacing-y: 0; --tw-ring-color: rgba(69,89,164,.5); --tw-ring-offset-color: #fff; --tw-ring-offset-shadow: 0 0 transparent; --tw-ring-offset-width: 0px; --tw-ring-shadow: 0 0 transparent; --tw-rotate: 0; --tw-scale-x: 1; --tw-scale-y: 1; --tw-scroll-snap-strictness: proximity; --tw-shadow-colored: 0 0 transparent; --tw-shadow: 0 0 transparent; --tw-skew-x: 0; --tw-skew-y: 0; --tw-translate-x: 0; --tw-translate-y: 0; background-color: white; border: 0px solid rgb(227, 227, 227); box-sizing: border-box; color: #0d0d0d; font-family: Söhne, ui-sans-serif, system-ui, -apple-system, "Segoe UI", Roboto, Ubuntu, Cantarell, "Noto Sans", sans-serif, "Helvetica Neue", Arial, "Apple Color Emoji", "Segoe UI Emoji", "Segoe UI Symbol", "Noto Color Emoji"; font-size: 16px; margin: 1.25em 0px; white-space-collapse: preserve;"><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggeW6bZ0_q0oQPBWMIR9dNTSpW-AJktkTSTNLfsyKWPP88U55wLeYmCSDCrfau2bcoV6qFfMEW5G-mSspMqR_DHxDM1ykyfgMQz9bMSnJj5DJGPCxwlPfjiogvwcAgrzWlwN53xeOJD1Y60rvBIpaxXxx5Gv6udbmjroTl6FHE2Ll8oPqpIY2nD0rBfcHB/s4032/IMG_9162.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="Magical Time Of The Year - Emotions Of The Spring Flower Watching" border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggeW6bZ0_q0oQPBWMIR9dNTSpW-AJktkTSTNLfsyKWPP88U55wLeYmCSDCrfau2bcoV6qFfMEW5G-mSspMqR_DHxDM1ykyfgMQz9bMSnJj5DJGPCxwlPfjiogvwcAgrzWlwN53xeOJD1Y60rvBIpaxXxx5Gv6udbmjroTl6FHE2Ll8oPqpIY2nD0rBfcHB/w400-h300/IMG_9162.jpeg" title="Magical Time Of The Year - Emotions Of The Spring Flower Watching" width="400" /></a></div><p></p><p style="--tw-border-spacing-x: 0; --tw-border-spacing-y: 0; --tw-ring-color: rgba(69,89,164,.5); --tw-ring-offset-color: #fff; --tw-ring-offset-shadow: 0 0 transparent; --tw-ring-offset-width: 0px; --tw-ring-shadow: 0 0 transparent; --tw-rotate: 0; --tw-scale-x: 1; --tw-scale-y: 1; --tw-scroll-snap-strictness: proximity; --tw-shadow-colored: 0 0 transparent; --tw-shadow: 0 0 transparent; --tw-skew-x: 0; --tw-skew-y: 0; --tw-translate-x: 0; --tw-translate-y: 0; background-color: white; border: 0px solid rgb(227, 227, 227); box-sizing: border-box; color: #0d0d0d; font-family: Söhne, ui-sans-serif, system-ui, -apple-system, "Segoe UI", Roboto, Ubuntu, Cantarell, "Noto Sans", sans-serif, "Helvetica Neue", Arial, "Apple Color Emoji", "Segoe UI Emoji", "Segoe UI Symbol", "Noto Color Emoji"; font-size: 16px; margin: 1.25em 0px 0px; white-space-collapse: preserve;">Whether you're wandering through a forest or lounging in a meadow, spring flower watching is a joyous celebration of life and renewal. So grab your camera, pack a picnic, and immerse yourself in the beauty of the season. You'll come away feeling refreshed, inspired, and grateful for the abundance of nature's gifts.</p>Liudmilahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05338028909924145395noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4555728540908531141.post-66871601533788634602024-03-01T11:09:00.002+01:002024-03-01T11:09:10.767+01:00The Spring Flowering of Epiphyllum Begins<p> Epiphyllum, also known as orchid cactus, is a stunning and unique plant that is sure to add a touch of tropical beauty to any home or garden. These plants are native to Central and South America and are known for their large, showy flowers that bloom in a variety of colors, including pink, white, yellow, and red. </p><p>I have about fifteen varieties of epiphyllum at home and almost all of them flowered last year, except this one you see in the photo. So, this is its first flowering. Other varieties have buds but need still time to open them. </p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnMmghx4OgIRrEPPLFNBfb3StjMshPH_41I1hvw4ACkLq3ZswYMbGT9W63UU_h0AzWaZUhJt7Zrz34CS3I4L2mRFwe4lhvrcQlbtSNcyiUpWH5T7rc8he6dyh98yO2QP-c__BKWTkhV9ZV4CdTURSfUwuavffm4WzY_OLeTTiFFJR4lAdWmUIhYF0neiFJ/s4032/IMG_9318.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnMmghx4OgIRrEPPLFNBfb3StjMshPH_41I1hvw4ACkLq3ZswYMbGT9W63UU_h0AzWaZUhJt7Zrz34CS3I4L2mRFwe4lhvrcQlbtSNcyiUpWH5T7rc8he6dyh98yO2QP-c__BKWTkhV9ZV4CdTURSfUwuavffm4WzY_OLeTTiFFJR4lAdWmUIhYF0neiFJ/s320/IMG_9318.jpeg" width="240" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;">One of the most striking features of epiphyllums is their ability to bloom at night, filling the air with a sweet, intoxicating fragrance. These plants are also known for their long, flat, and fleshy stems that resemble leaves, which is why they are often mistaken for cacti. </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;">I probably don't have the nocturnal varieties. Only Queen of the Night, which doesn't seem to want to flower this year either. It has become more than a meter long, but no flowers.</span></div><p></p><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3h2z1W3jCvWdYBSY8Jk8etkEGaqkhuzIA8EnX8EdwW8lF6884HBsYV0zWz3iJEM2e7yWLfoY4nBlAKARoF8k3NYeUiiDA0IGcIBmAOLaDTNNO_Pv59rcN7XfXogYen9ob_utvegHP_VWcrpQKp7TtthzWL71Ag5_ucmqo4fJuVEpGSCU4QcG0rkFXp-jG/s4032/IMG_9319.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3h2z1W3jCvWdYBSY8Jk8etkEGaqkhuzIA8EnX8EdwW8lF6884HBsYV0zWz3iJEM2e7yWLfoY4nBlAKARoF8k3NYeUiiDA0IGcIBmAOLaDTNNO_Pv59rcN7XfXogYen9ob_utvegHP_VWcrpQKp7TtthzWL71Ag5_ucmqo4fJuVEpGSCU4QcG0rkFXp-jG/s320/IMG_9319.jpeg" width="240" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOcaHcQ3ip5ytbDWmAAJyMgGrauFkDhTMFaBhh8I5Oz1hwP9s5Mno3qTcbQvO3cPrqffiGwW-uPxFfUJOyRajh2Lov9RNTJ0R3Ii5LW-2B03LDT3nTCSt5i8Ck6VWFv5MfXe5GZiybPGewCDtqkrlLJfzA_o52cXVuMxHyI9_F_UKhrZ-Ag_mcYBSjzBmj/s4032/IMG_9320.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOcaHcQ3ip5ytbDWmAAJyMgGrauFkDhTMFaBhh8I5Oz1hwP9s5Mno3qTcbQvO3cPrqffiGwW-uPxFfUJOyRajh2Lov9RNTJ0R3Ii5LW-2B03LDT3nTCSt5i8Ck6VWFv5MfXe5GZiybPGewCDtqkrlLJfzA_o52cXVuMxHyI9_F_UKhrZ-Ag_mcYBSjzBmj/s320/IMG_9320.jpeg" width="240" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Here you can see how big the flower of this variety is. Not all of them are so big. There are little flowers. I will show them to you when they open their buds.</div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjq6KA5wE32CdQFzuwGNbgqZhxvpnLhioOsBDdSza-6M9hqMtzV2oAMPPKdpSk00j_i4LUTUkggNNosLq1VKBCwyC5rm3AjQQaHpf_CdEWulmTLKtcUHBvvG_iFWnLSLTgcKf2L3qjnwEF4OWiKx6SFt5WvS5mMS2OavbdNtGoVscy9D89Z37xivZ_Ypoc3/s2375/IMG_9333.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2375" data-original-width="2316" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjq6KA5wE32CdQFzuwGNbgqZhxvpnLhioOsBDdSza-6M9hqMtzV2oAMPPKdpSk00j_i4LUTUkggNNosLq1VKBCwyC5rm3AjQQaHpf_CdEWulmTLKtcUHBvvG_iFWnLSLTgcKf2L3qjnwEF4OWiKx6SFt5WvS5mMS2OavbdNtGoVscy9D89Z37xivZ_Ypoc3/s320/IMG_9333.jpeg" width="312" /></a></div><br /><br />Epiphyllums are relatively easy to care for, requiring bright, indirect light and well-draining soil. They should be watered regularly during the growing season but allowed to dry out between waterings during the dormant winter months. These plants can also benefit from occasional fertilization to promote healthy growth and blooming.<p></p><p>A neighbor advised me to water my plants with water from the thermal sulfur spring which is not too far from my house. I have to say it's a really fantastic solution. All the plants feel very good. I use special solutions for cactuses, too. My epiphyllums live outside in summer and inside on the veranda in winter.</p><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyN-xz6t_FfgW_I1zIgzIL29ToaUo36AVG0Pnc4kl7SyIL_s5mrgbocR8q4pLeFLHv98m8eW-J9c5gCdmFuV62SY2q338jijGGaFDg_h5dKQ6fswXCDoM8eo-cQ9H8oVG2GT-rqHoXa57CFhrQg5K20K7ZFJovHkb-9wtB9woKI39a7YbcFL2oHcSZopSf/s4032/IMG_9338.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyN-xz6t_FfgW_I1zIgzIL29ToaUo36AVG0Pnc4kl7SyIL_s5mrgbocR8q4pLeFLHv98m8eW-J9c5gCdmFuV62SY2q338jijGGaFDg_h5dKQ6fswXCDoM8eo-cQ9H8oVG2GT-rqHoXa57CFhrQg5K20K7ZFJovHkb-9wtB9woKI39a7YbcFL2oHcSZopSf/s320/IMG_9338.jpeg" width="240" /></a></div><p></p><p>If you're looking to add a touch of exotic beauty to your home or garden, consider adding an epiphyllum to your collection. It's easy to find rooted cuttings for sale, even from passionate women in Facebook groups, for example. </p><p>With their stunning flowers and easy care requirements, these plants are sure to be a showstopper wherever you choose to display them.</p><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6qxR4nxOksHbOv6M28Pm9HMc8ZilmxYeFF3vhKP3suzdp4d0y6XLGaSAVoNjvN25G-rW3MwxMM-ZUnTvSRXoXW1iHfXpegkWJW_a9Ofzdrtg1K1ZZgDjQhsrRujsmiqPKRc7qLps8EogUWEZQnijcsoc6E0G71i6ixe7SbM_68u2rCV99fzcnnBj02YFN/s4032/IMG_9339.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6qxR4nxOksHbOv6M28Pm9HMc8ZilmxYeFF3vhKP3suzdp4d0y6XLGaSAVoNjvN25G-rW3MwxMM-ZUnTvSRXoXW1iHfXpegkWJW_a9Ofzdrtg1K1ZZgDjQhsrRujsmiqPKRc7qLps8EogUWEZQnijcsoc6E0G71i6ixe7SbM_68u2rCV99fzcnnBj02YFN/s320/IMG_9339.jpeg" width="240" /></a></div><p></p>Liudmilahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05338028909924145395noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4555728540908531141.post-19712124804331682502024-02-29T22:55:00.004+01:002024-02-29T22:55:39.350+01:00Professional Satisfaction - It's Why I Write For Causes And Volunteer For DecadesThis is a story I told in my LinkedIn profile. Maybe it could be interesting for you, too.<div><br /></div><div>The greatest professional satisfaction I have yet had is to see the prosperity in Puerto Rican communities, which had lived on the edge of starvation for four hundred years before I wrote my advertisement. -- Ogilvy </div><div><br /></div><div>The first time I wrote for a cause happened many years ago. </div><div><br /></div><div>Organizers of a summer camp for underprivileged children from a US state (which I can't remember now) reached out to me for help. I believe it was in 2006 or 2007. At that time, I had a blog on Blogger where I wrote in English. </div><div><br /></div><div>I wrote an article and posted it on my blog. I also shared it across various platforms as I usually did — submitting the website URLs to blog aggregators and promoting it on social media. </div><div><br /></div><div>After writing the article, I completely forgot about it. My intention was simply to help in any way I could. I didn't think that someone living in Italy could assist someone in the United States with their writing. </div><div><br /></div><div> To my surprise, in the following fall, I received an email from the organization expressing their gratitude for my help. They even included photos from the summer camp.
As a teacher, I felt a deep sense of satisfaction. It served as confirmation that the world is small and that even small steps can make a difference. </div><div><br /></div><div> Since then, I no longer doubt that I can contribute in my small way to improving the world. We don't have to spend our entire lives searching for a grand purpose to turn the world upside down. Just do what you are trained to do, no matter how small, and it can make a difference.
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One of the region's intriguing attractions is Europe's loftiest library.</span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 14.85px;">Nestled in<a href="https://www.booking.com/searchresults.it.html?aid=8071240&sid=a53531d4e0108b46e5d9ea0d448a98a5&city=900056039&class_interval=1&dest_id=900056039&dest_type=city&dtdisc=0&group_adults=2&inac=0&index_postcard=0&keep_landing=1&label_click=undef&no_rooms=1&offset=0&postcard=0&room1=A%2CA&sb_price_type=total&shw_aparth=1&slp_r_match=0&ss_all=0&ssb=empty&sshis=0&" target="_blank"><b> Marmora (CN) in Val Maira</b></a>, this remarkable library sits at an elevation of 1,580 meters and owes its existence to Father Sergio De Piccoli, an erudite Benedictine monk. The library finds its home within the spacious confines of the Marmora rectory, celebrated for its vast array of literary treasures.</span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 14.85px;"></span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgRmT-nbvwrS9pWcfGaoYmqshVc5-2nL-ZqAb0fSAHbBfx7sTU_8vqaj74fnp7Vm-oXblxY9r0BEqwEeXIGVup-8Wcsr4CH6FybJi8b8U-o9VhztnwBlflPJu8igVEzVHda3hZljtgGJpyvWdVyVtiFvSFHoEyq4k-1wXQegOaO0ol6kGLvwpYnNn1Pj5LW" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgRmT-nbvwrS9pWcfGaoYmqshVc5-2nL-ZqAb0fSAHbBfx7sTU_8vqaj74fnp7Vm-oXblxY9r0BEqwEeXIGVup-8Wcsr4CH6FybJi8b8U-o9VhztnwBlflPJu8igVEzVHda3hZljtgGJpyvWdVyVtiFvSFHoEyq4k-1wXQegOaO0ol6kGLvwpYnNn1Pj5LW=w480-h640" width="480" /></a></span></div><span style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif;"><br /></span><p></p><p><span style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 14.85px;">Life in the mountains seems frozen in time, and a visit to this unassuming library leaves an indelible mark. Upon entering, visitors are greeted by a modestly furnished room, serving as a multi-functional space with a bed, kitchen, and table all in one. Descending further reveals a labyrinth of rooms brimming with books, some exceedingly rare, forming a collection exceeding 75,000 volumes. They permeate every nook and cranny, some forming series so complete they're unmatched elsewhere.</span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 14.85px;">Navigating through the corridors, visitors are enveloped in the aroma of aged pages and the weight of history. Each book holds a story, a fragment of knowledge preserved through time. Some volumes, now relics, evoke a sense of reverence as they whisper tales of eras long past.</span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 14.85px;">As one wanders amidst the shelves, the library becomes more than a repository of books; it becomes a sanctuary of wisdom, a testament to the enduring pursuit of knowledge. Father Sergio De Piccoli's vision has created a haven where the past converges with the present, offering solace and enlightenment to all who venture within its walls.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 14.85px;">Indeed, the highest library in Europe stands not only as a testament to human endeavor but also as a beacon of intellectual curiosity amidst the majestic peaks of<b><a href="https://www.booking.com/searchresults.it.html?aid=8071240&sid=a53531d4e0108b46e5d9ea0d448a98a5&city=900056039&class_interval=1&dest_id=900056039&dest_type=city&dtdisc=0&group_adults=2&inac=0&index_postcard=0&keep_landing=1&label_click=undef&no_rooms=1&offset=0&postcard=0&room1=A%2CA&sb_price_type=total&shw_aparth=1&slp_r_match=0&ss_all=0&ssb=empty&sshis=0&" target="_blank"> Val Maira</a></b>.</span></p><h3 style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; margin: 0px; position: relative; text-align: center;"><b> To see all the photos of this walk, <br /></b><b> ⬇︎⬇︎⬇︎ Continue Reading This Story Here: ⬇︎⬇︎⬇︎ </b></h3><h3 style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; margin: 0px; position: relative; text-align: center;"><a href="https://exegi.substack.com/p/the-highest-library-in-europe" style="color: #992211; text-decoration-line: none;">https://exegi.substack.com/p/the-highest-library-in-europe</a></h3><h3 style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; margin: 0px; position: relative; text-align: center;"><b> And subscribe to read my stories every week. It's free</b></h3><div style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 14.85px; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 14.85px; text-align: center;"> <a href="https://exegi.substack.com/" style="color: #cc4411;" target="_blank"><img border="0" data-original-height="1136" data-original-width="1350" height="269" loading="lazy" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6740lrrdGOWAjLb3ySTKNbeaij-Mlrsl7PTHEfj_bUu_XQsmSxbUzZO0tRRL_lgQbqeK3w09J7cqL-hnoHr-V68Ajxtm6J7-jXSqjQuD6JlTOrnG32hqK2LXfNTL38vsNkQ3e0WkDzFggFSB1ebC6W5Ipo60z0Ca7NECI2GSrEIRhiEdMBFAPUXDRm3M/s320/Immagine%2011-01-24%20-%2022.30.jpeg" style="border: none; position: relative;" /></a></div>Liudmilahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05338028909924145395noreply@blogger.com0Maira Valley, 12029 San Damiano Macra, Province of Cuneo, Italia44.4852402 7.250234499999998616.175006363821154 -27.906015500000002 72.795474036178845 42.4064845tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4555728540908531141.post-74828702145219422252024-02-19T17:44:00.002+01:002024-02-22T18:21:27.183+01:00Mysterious Lady Of Stroppia Waterfalls, Piedmont, ItalyHas it ever happened to you that you see a creature that no one else can see? This is what happened to me when I was walking with friends near the cascades of Stroppia not far from Chiappera, Piedmont<div><br /></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEghUOlGW0Zc3GwPPxJPdhSWFkixDuIYBbGBWYUNjBF33_gpGp0aPXKK_a0O_XaR561B7ZjobvFPEeGnKr4iyxrnhKS1KILpAggzqjWrWHo0c6aUyoGwrCFUijsw1pJi22Gga-sfNd8x328dUMfKwS3MHKsUg4IcoWSSHdo8lF94HJibuZkp2y7KnfpMyrQh" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1092" data-original-width="1456" height="426" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEghUOlGW0Zc3GwPPxJPdhSWFkixDuIYBbGBWYUNjBF33_gpGp0aPXKK_a0O_XaR561B7ZjobvFPEeGnKr4iyxrnhKS1KILpAggzqjWrWHo0c6aUyoGwrCFUijsw1pJi22Gga-sfNd8x328dUMfKwS3MHKsUg4IcoWSSHdo8lF94HJibuZkp2y7KnfpMyrQh=w568-h426" width="568" /></a></div><br /><div> The <a class="af mo" href="https://www.booking.com/searchresults.en.html?city=900054830&aid=8071240&no_rooms=1&group_adults=2" rel="noopener ugc nofollow" style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: transparent; box-sizing: inherit;" target="_blank"><span class="lu fs" style="box-sizing: inherit; font-weight: 700;">Maira Valley</span></a> is situated northwest of <a class="af mo" href="https://www.booking.com/searchresults.en.html?city=-116669&aid=8071240&no_rooms=1&group_adults=2" rel="noopener ugc nofollow" style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: transparent; box-sizing: inherit;" target="_blank"><span class="lu fs" style="box-sizing: inherit; font-weight: 700;">Cuneo</span></a>, in Piedmont, near the French border. I had never heard of this place before our visit. My friend’s husband enjoys keeping destinations a secret until the last moment. And we did not know where we were going.</div><div><br /></div><div>As we approached, we could see the waterfalls. </div><div><br /></div><div>Despite the hour, there were already groups of people leaving from the parking lots. I must admit that the location was stunning, with its distinctive mountain shapes and numerous, towering waterfalls. It’s worth noting that there are countless trails for extensive hikes. </div><div><br /></div><div>I later read that there is also a 14-stage trek to discover the entire Valley<a class="af mo" href="https://www.booking.com/searchresults.en.html?city=900054830&aid=8071240&no_rooms=1&group_adults=2" rel="noopener ugc nofollow" style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: transparent; box-sizing: inherit;" target="_blank"></a>. But that day we had only time to see the cascades.</div><div><br /></div><div>The entire valley is practically uncontaminated because it lacks industries and pollution, making it a true paradise for nature lovers. There are no other villages beyond<b><a href="https://www.booking.com/searchresults.en.html?city=-115352&aid=8071240&no_rooms=1&group_adults=2" target="_blank"> Chiappera</a></b>. </div><div><br /></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhGh9EH_9pESGOwqq2cCEpDz3WcmJ_t4pKamqaY8zCK2bbgHBVs0khxr-fOEOLYHCLNjhnfzPdul8-5Pw8rgJFnc2VwR79AJi40WfRPafiG8O-_Mb8pb8LSugZ264f1wXiOcet_I3zMnSp8jg3j7dTecl_wy36tuBHRthDgbnQUrkB-1AiJuCsQk1rD8j4b" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1941" data-original-width="1456" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhGh9EH_9pESGOwqq2cCEpDz3WcmJ_t4pKamqaY8zCK2bbgHBVs0khxr-fOEOLYHCLNjhnfzPdul8-5Pw8rgJFnc2VwR79AJi40WfRPafiG8O-_Mb8pb8LSugZ264f1wXiOcet_I3zMnSp8jg3j7dTecl_wy36tuBHRthDgbnQUrkB-1AiJuCsQk1rD8j4b=w480-h640" width="480" /></a></div><br /> Generally, in all similar valleys — of which there are many in Italy — the food tastes amazing. Locals either use their produce or purchase from neighbors, resulting in authentic, natural, and delicious flavors.</div><div><div><br /></div><div>Nevertheless, hotels and restaurants are typically small, family-run establishments, so it’s advisable to make reservations in advance. This is because it’s not sustainable for them to remain open without bookings. Additionally, the owners might reside in a different place closer to urban areas. =>>></div><h3 style="text-align: center;">⬇︎⬇︎⬇︎ Continue Reading This Story Here: ⬇︎⬇︎⬇︎</h3></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><a href="https://exegi.substack.com/p/mysterious-lady-of-stroppia-waterfalls">https://exegi.substack.com/p/mysterious-lady-of-stroppia-waterfalls</a></b></div>Liudmilahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05338028909924145395noreply@blogger.com012021 Chiappera CN, Italia44.492542 6.923513116.182308163821155 -28.2327369 72.802775836178853 42.0797631tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4555728540908531141.post-60049710836141330002024-02-12T18:47:00.004+01:002024-02-12T18:48:07.056+01:00Rejuvenating Body, Mind, And Spirit At The Foot Of Mont Blanc<p>Meet Sofia, a hardworking woman in her mid-thirties who lives in a small town in Italy. Sofia works long hours at a local restaurant, and her days are often filled with the hustle and bustle of serving customers and managing the kitchen. Despite her love for her job, the stress and physical demands of her work often leave her feeling exhausted and drained.</p><p>One day, Sofia's friend tells her about the incredible natural hot springs in Pré-Saint-Didier at the foot of Mont Blanc and suggests that she take a day off to visit them. Intrigued by the idea of unwinding and rejuvenating in the soothing waters, Sofia decides to take her friend's advice and makes plans to visit the thermal baths.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJ8h9kIgz9saq2QPawtDd7U7a4gP9sWREyXYd23co9gKid0kpDUJA_MqxJEZr8rub9YQxlOLwsMnqhQGIz2QhY1ambs_aYM5ZdQQo9bwaGDZczju6ZFD69pU2AkTNsZUfW0o0rnLZCR6PG0U4CAK_3uatKPNlEE7ihAVqBLPDa5Bf6eYPCMKbzlWQTQcxM/s4032/IMG_3878.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="432" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJ8h9kIgz9saq2QPawtDd7U7a4gP9sWREyXYd23co9gKid0kpDUJA_MqxJEZr8rub9YQxlOLwsMnqhQGIz2QhY1ambs_aYM5ZdQQo9bwaGDZczju6ZFD69pU2AkTNsZUfW0o0rnLZCR6PG0U4CAK_3uatKPNlEE7ihAVqBLPDa5Bf6eYPCMKbzlWQTQcxM/w576-h432/IMG_3878.jpeg" width="576" /></a></div><br /><p><span></span></p><a name='more'></a>As she arrives at the hot springs, Sofia is immediately struck by the stunning beauty of the surrounding mountains and the peaceful atmosphere of the area. She changes into her swimsuit and slowly eases herself into the warm, mineral-rich waters. Instantly, she feels the tension and stress of her busy life begin to melt away.<p></p><p>For the next few hours, Sofia immerses herself in the healing waters, allowing herself to relax and let go of the worries that have been weighing her down. As she soaks in the hot springs, she takes deep breaths of the fresh mountain air and feels a sense of calm and tranquility wash over her.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6YTIduxbuhUgrMV3V5EQAg_EoB8gx-y0kF3OM0RsEpdCTtCE5M6UF3Jght7lEvAMmPmxX1rwuWv_1jwVHOM8qD-4wfGi1EYA1LE-emG5NrrIhO_l0CNpFQwb0G_epwkG6LhUbX9P1sAiwoAIold3Q1BvXG6MxYmqDkSPwQuw11ktOPcca-4NiEDR9TCeN/s4032/IMG_3941.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6YTIduxbuhUgrMV3V5EQAg_EoB8gx-y0kF3OM0RsEpdCTtCE5M6UF3Jght7lEvAMmPmxX1rwuWv_1jwVHOM8qD-4wfGi1EYA1LE-emG5NrrIhO_l0CNpFQwb0G_epwkG6LhUbX9P1sAiwoAIold3Q1BvXG6MxYmqDkSPwQuw11ktOPcca-4NiEDR9TCeN/w480-h640/IMG_3941.jpeg" width="480" /></a></div><p></p><p>By the time she leaves the thermal baths, Sofia feels like a new woman. Her body feels rejuvenated, her mind is clear, and she is filled with a renewed sense of energy and vitality. As she drives back home, she knows that she will definitely be returning to the hot springs at the foot of Mont Blanc whenever she needs a break from the demands of her busy life. The natural hot springs have become her personal oasis, a place where she can escape and find peace and relaxation amidst the beauty of the Italian mountains.</p><div style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 14.85px; text-align: center;"><br class="Apple-interchange-newline" /> To see all the photos of this walk, </div><div style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 14.85px; text-align: center;"> ⬇︎⬇︎⬇︎ Continue Reading The REAL Story Here: ⬇︎⬇︎⬇︎ </div><div style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 14.85px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://exegi.substack.com/p/italian-thermal-baths-at-the-foot" style="color: #992211; text-decoration-line: none;">https://exegi.substack.com/p/italian-thermal-baths-at-the-foot</a></div><div style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 14.85px; text-align: center;"> And subscribe to read my stories every week. It's free</div><div style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 14.85px;"><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><div style="text-align: center;"> <a href="https://exegi.substack.com/" style="color: #cc4411;" target="_blank"><img border="0" data-original-height="1136" data-original-width="1350" height="269" loading="lazy" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6740lrrdGOWAjLb3ySTKNbeaij-Mlrsl7PTHEfj_bUu_XQsmSxbUzZO0tRRL_lgQbqeK3w09J7cqL-hnoHr-V68Ajxtm6J7-jXSqjQuD6JlTOrnG32hqK2LXfNTL38vsNkQ3e0WkDzFggFSB1ebC6W5Ipo60z0Ca7NECI2GSrEIRhiEdMBFAPUXDRm3M/s320/Immagine%2011-01-24%20-%2022.30.jpeg" style="border: none; position: relative;" /></a> </div></div><span><!--more--></span><span><!--more--></span><span><!--more--></span>Liudmilahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05338028909924145395noreply@blogger.com011010 Pré-Saint-Didier AO, Italia45.7614575 6.984231899999999317.451223663821153 -28.172018100000003 74.071691336178844 42.1404819tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4555728540908531141.post-57644808927626308662024-02-10T22:53:00.002+01:002024-02-10T22:53:48.149+01:00Legends of the Devil's Bridge: A Tale of Cunning and Deception<p> <span style="background-color: white; color: #404040; font-family: Spectral, serif, -apple-system, system-ui, "system-ui", "Segoe UI", Roboto, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif, "Apple Color Emoji", "Segoe UI Emoji", "Segoe UI Symbol"; font-size: 19px;">I was looking down from the bridge when a man passing by in his car turned back and approached me. “What are you doing here, my lady? Are you okay? Please don't jump off the bridge,” he asked me very seriously. I was surprised. I was in a public place and not doing anything wrong. Yet, this man stopped in a location where hardly anyone passes by just to talk to me… He understood my confusion. “Don't worry, I don't want to harm you. Don't be afraid. This place has a bad reputation: many people come here to commit suicide. I stopped because I was worried that you might be searching for the best spot to jump off, and I wanted to console you…”</span></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg16Q0qTvKFwKD_Q2X68IVUuhSe5KrYmmTC7J3seQ4342uqavhyc8SMtKmJW_6r4lyHxG450umLnaf4NnWHDGpmvoLzu5vhzsUI8Lj3EF3JoM_tiMMAyT6Ol_YvK4d9eVAocE0A8s79OZleSNFwffcdRl4eE_jbzJkwCAA2A_5BgEmyULPWDHAr_3nqqkw5/s4032/IMG_8898.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg16Q0qTvKFwKD_Q2X68IVUuhSe5KrYmmTC7J3seQ4342uqavhyc8SMtKmJW_6r4lyHxG450umLnaf4NnWHDGpmvoLzu5vhzsUI8Lj3EF3JoM_tiMMAyT6Ol_YvK4d9eVAocE0A8s79OZleSNFwffcdRl4eE_jbzJkwCAA2A_5BgEmyULPWDHAr_3nqqkw5/w480-h640/IMG_8898.jpeg" width="480" /></a></div><span style="color: #404040; font-family: Spectral, serif, -apple-system, system-ui, system-ui, "Segoe UI", Roboto, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif, "Apple Color Emoji", "Segoe UI Emoji", "Segoe UI Symbol"; font-size: 19px;"><p>I was taken aback by his concern and compassion. I assured him that I wasn't planning on jumping off the bridge, but I was just taking a moment to clear my head and enjoy the view. He seemed relieved and we ended up having a long conversation about life, struggles, and the importance of reaching out for help when feeling overwhelmed.</p></span><p></p><p><span style="color: #404040; font-family: Spectral, serif, -apple-system, system-ui, system-ui, Segoe UI, Roboto, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif, Apple Color Emoji, Segoe UI Emoji, Segoe UI Symbol;"><span style="font-size: 19px;">After our conversation, he offered to take me for a cup of coffee and we ended up spending the rest of the afternoon talking and getting to know each other. It was a random encounter that turned into a meaningful connection. I never expected that a stranger would show such genuine care and concern for me. It was a reminder that there are good people out there, willing to lend a helping hand to those in need.</span></span></p><p><span style="color: #404040; font-family: Spectral, serif, -apple-system, system-ui, system-ui, Segoe UI, Roboto, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif, Apple Color Emoji, Segoe UI Emoji, Segoe UI Symbol;"><span style="background-color: white; font-size: 19px;"></span></span></p><p><span style="color: #404040; font-family: Spectral, serif, -apple-system, system-ui, system-ui, Segoe UI, Roboto, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif, Apple Color Emoji, Segoe UI Emoji, Segoe UI Symbol;"><span style="font-size: 19px;">As we parted ways, I couldn't help but feel grateful for the man who had stopped to check on me. It was a simple act of kindness that made a big impact on me. I promised myself that I would pay it forward and be more aware of those around me who might need a listening ear or a comforting presence. That chance encounter on the bridge taught me that sometimes, a small gesture of compassion can make all the difference.</span></span></p><h3 style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; margin: 0px; position: relative; text-align: center;">⬇︎⬇︎⬇︎ The Real Story You Can Read Here: ⬇︎⬇︎⬇︎ </h3><h3 style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; margin: 0px; position: relative; text-align: center;"><a href="https://exegi.substack.com/p/guardian-of-the-gorge-the-devils" style="color: #cc4411; text-decoration-line: none;" target="_blank">https://exegi.substack.com/p/guardian-of-the-gorge-the-devils</a></h3>Liudmilahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05338028909924145395noreply@blogger.com0Ponte della Gula, SP9, 25, 13019 Varallo VC, Italia45.8444765 8.249231817.534242663821153 -26.9070182 74.154710336178852 43.405481800000004tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4555728540908531141.post-51949045114946003112013-11-12T21:45:00.000+01:002013-11-12T21:45:19.141+01:00Working as a Freelance Sales AgentMy life became too chaotic in the last two years. As the president of Italian government Berlusconi said once: if you want to have a job, you have to create one for you, following his direction, I created a job for me. As a translator, I'm in contact with entrepreneurs both Russian and Italian. Both ask me to help them to find partners. This was the way I became a freelance sales agent.<br />
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This is a new job for me and I'm not too expert in it. But I offer a good service since I solve all the problems for all of them. As a person that speaks both languages and understands both mentalities, I can connect them in real time even if they are distant about 10000 km-s<br />
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So, if you do not see me i the internet and specially in my blogs in the last months, it's bacause I have very valid reason for it: I'm terribly busy and terribly tired.<br />
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Some weeks ago, when I turned in Italy from Russia, I had to began my work the same day -and so I helped one Russian entrepreneur to buy italian clothing in Italy. I had to wake up every day at 5 o'clock Can you understand all the horror of it? I never wake up earlier than at 8-8:30. It's the decades usage. All these days I turned home when the night was just covering the world wiwth it's soft wings... All the world except me... The next day had to begin at 5, too...<br />
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Now, when I have some days free from my tasks, I could give a look at my blogs that were regularly updated, once. I visited the places I lived years and years in. And... I felt luck of them in my today life. I was a free person in that period, with too much free time, and, oddly, I felt alone and thrown from the life. Now, I'm too busy. I can't sleep, I have not time for anything I like to do. I feel myself as a more realized woman. But... I'm not happy as I could imagne I'll be...<br />
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Poor God... There is no way to make humans happy in this world... Infact, everything we have, we are never never what we whant to have, to be...<br />
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But there is a very important event in our life: we have a baby now. :-)))) Here is he:<br />
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<br />Liudmilahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05338028909924145395noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4555728540908531141.post-39211323192703114682013-06-14T13:10:00.001+02:002013-06-14T13:10:14.247+02:00Strawberries - Sooo Fresh! Lolly and LiquorHonestly,I do not understand, how is it possible that the English language does not distinguish these two fruits: strawberries wild and cultivated. Those are two different fruits with two different tastes. They have to grow as native in UK forests... Why they have not two different names???? I do not understand. My dictionaries say, both have the same name, strawberries...<br />
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Look here, those are similar but different fruits:<br />
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250 g of cultivated strawberries and 200 g of water whip together.<br />
add juice of 1 lemon and 100 g of sugar (I would not add them)<br />
leave it in the fridge for an hour<br />
Than put it in the little forms, add sticks and put them in your freezer.<br />
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200 g water, 200 g sugar, 1 sp honey and cinnamon bring to boiling point. Make it cold.<br />
filter and add to 200 g of wild strawberries. Gently mix them, cover with plastic and leave in fridge for a night.<br />
Whip it and filter, than put the liquid in a sterile bottle, add alcohol 200 g and cover the bottle.<br />
Cream and vanillin bring to boiling point. Make it cold.<br />
Add it to strawberries in the bottle and plug the bottle.<br />
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Life is a strange thing, did you notice it? You live years and years for a cause - than, suddenly, you understand that you were in a wrong place among the wrong persons, doing a wrong work...<br />
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You do not judge anybody, you do not want to change anything in that world, you do not suffer, too. You simply see a completely outside of you reality that does not touch you in any way.<br />
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THAT is something like a family living in an other many-storied house. You know that they exist, you recognize them when you see them in the street. You maybe exchange bows with them. But they do not touch you. Even if you see a funeral train near that house, you only look at it one moment. It's something completely irrelevant for you.<br />
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Yes, this is the right word: irrelevant.<br />
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So, this is what happened to me some days ago. Suddenly, I understood the word I made part of for years is irrelevant for me. This was growing for time inside me. But I could not imagine that it will finish this way. I could imagine something very painful, a very difficult separation - in case I'll arrive at it. Because I could not even think that this cause can finish for me one day. I was an integral part of it.<br />
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I'm surprised to observe how I look at it - without feelings, without emotions, without a desire to resew this sprain.<br />
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Everything is finished in one moment. That world remained behind my shoulders. I'm in a field where there is nothing around me. The door is closed and I look around: all the directions are open.<br />
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Strange is that I have not any desire to look back. Any regret. Any wish to remain there.<br />
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<br />Liudmilahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05338028909924145395noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4555728540908531141.post-61776296970574395652013-04-23T17:48:00.001+02:002013-04-23T17:48:00.135+02:00Nice spring day makes the life a nirvana placeI'm sitting in my car for the closed gate of the public park of Nocera and waiting for my husband which is somewhere looking for a possibility to left his job and become a rentner. My husband is the oldest worler in his fanric, he workes for more than 40 years there but he can't lea e the job for every year new laws that obligue him to work 43 years. So, he has to work about 3 years more now. But till he is in the fabric, they can't take a new young worker and receive something good for it. So, they treat bad my husband to make him behave bad and to throw him out. The best part is that many workers who remaind home about 2 years before the pensionament remained without money. At all. The government decided they have not money to pay the pension to these poor beasts. And many of them prefered to die... It's grave, you understand. I do not want that my husband is in such situation. And me, too... <br />
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So, he went to a lawyer to spesk about this situation and I' sitting in the car waiting for him.<br />
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The garden is full of flowers now. And there are many children playing and sitting there. You think: what is special in it, so that I write about it here now? What is special in a simple public garden? <br />
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You are mot right ig you say so. This garden has only about 3 years. All these green places and beautiful streets with greenery and pathes for persons did not exist in all Campania. They say, those were investions of UE that transformed this region. And this is what we have thank Germans and others for.<br />
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The monumental gate for me is closed. The open only 2 of about 4 or 6 gates. Maybe, they are right, i don't know.<br />
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They created an other park not far from here. That park contains excavations of a Roman house and something else, too. <br />
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That park is closed. Maybe, they are right. Somebody could make something bad to himself or to others there. <br />
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So, I lile the zone where I live, now. They created a nice region, yes. And, here are the photos<br />
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Than, we have 9 chickens of phoenix hens.<br />
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Than, whisteria began to flower. <br />
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So it's enough to control if I'll be able to post from here<br />
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My kitchen... No, not this one. I thought about MY kitchen when I saw this picture. It's my great dream to have my kitchen so perfectly clean! I'm not a fan of the cleaning. At the difference of the Italian women which have to wash the flat at least once a day, I think it's enough to clean it once a week. I grew up in a family where all the members were out for work all the day and turned home only in the evening to relax and sleep some hours. The only period for cleaning were weekends.<br />
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The second point is that we do not have children and, if everything is normal there is not need to clean the rooms that are just clean.<br />
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Third, I do not understand why have I to clean just clean flat and loose time that I could pass with much more useful occupations...<br />
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Well, I've just said, I'm not a flat cleaning fan...<br />
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But when I see such clean kitchens, I feel bitterness. Is it possible that MY kitchen becomes so brilliant and splendid? I think no. Oh no, do not say me that it's only a show, an exposition of a furniture shop. I've seen such kitchens in real houses. So perfectly clean. And without objects on the surfaces.<br />
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And if I'll try to do something like this tomorrow? Let's see. Hardly to believe but... I'll tell you.<br />
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Well, said it, I have to admit, I did not know anything about tea till today. All the information I had about it was ... not exactly right. And I learned so much about the tea meditation in this days!<br />
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First of all, every variety of tea has it's own characteristics and it means can be prepared in a different way.<br />
Tea can be brewed more times. Good quality of tea - even up to 15 times! And still remains an excellent drink. Brewed 3 times teas maintain their qualities. Look here, it's what a Chinese girl that helped me to order explained me:<br />
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"No matter what kind of tea, the first brew, leaching accounted for 50% to 55% of the total amount of solubles; the second brew generally accounts for about 30%; about 10% in the third; fourth only 1 % 3%. See its nutrients (tea, vitamins and aminoacids), the first brew have 80% of the amount of leaching, approximately 15% of the second brew, basically all leaching third after brewing."<br />
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If you can't see the video, here is the link. I'm sure, after some minutes of patience with the advertising, you will learn many interesting about the tea brewing.<br />
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I normally respect spirits that live in the house and outside the house, too. Well, at least I try to respect them. No, I do not believe in spirits. Attention, it's not about the belief. I KNOW they exist, they live here and they have to be respected if you want to have less obstacles in your life. It's clear and I do not discuss it.<br />
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You can easily control the existence of the spirits in your house: begin to respect them, begin to speak with them, begin to offer them what they like - and the life in your house will become less difficult.<br />
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It's easy to say: I do not see, do not hear, do not feel them, therefore they do not exist. Do you see many other things? Electricity? Your internal organs? Life in other countries? Means it they do not exist?<br />
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Now, I do not want to discuss it. I only want to tell you about a spirit that lives in my house.<br />
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This night, my stray cat decided she has to go out at 4 in the morning. She came to me to wake me up. I did not sleep at the moment: I don't know why. Could not sleep. So, when I heard she goes in my direction, I stopped to breath and did not move to betray her. With the hope, she decides to sleep, too. But this evil being is too sly. She jumped on me and began to tear the duvet with her claws. Nothing to do: I had to stand up and to open the door to allow her to go out.<br />
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In bed, I tried to sleep but was still woke up when something jumped on the duvet.<br />
The duvet is made from a very noisy fabric and it's impossible to touch it without noise. But, in this case, I did not only hear the noise: I felt the weight of the cat's paw on my leg. Than, it took place to sleep...<br />
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I began to move my leg to disturb it. I know, it exists, but ...I have uncomfortable feeling, you know...<br />
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Who could it be? Our animals are died time ago, they can't remain here for so long period. Imir went ago after 6 month, Stassi remained here for a year... The last to die was Kotja but he died in 2011...<br />
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Interesting is that the cats can see and hear spirits. And this one does not show itself when Basja is in the house. I would like to understand, who is it and to help it to leave this world. I believe, spirits can't go away if they are not happy. I wanted to help this spirit of my house to go in the happy netherworld.Liudmilahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05338028909924145395noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4555728540908531141.post-59769247628225230832012-12-18T13:18:00.001+01:002012-12-18T13:18:15.239+01:00To Blog or Not To Blog?This blog has more than 6 years. 6 years and 2 months, precisely. It's not a commercial blog and it has not other aims than tell about the events and things that were interesting for me.<br />
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This blog was important for me, you know. I met different friends from different countries here. Some of them closed their blogs and are in FB, others changed the "direction" and have commercial blogs now. Or simply do not blog more. I, myself, was very busy and did not have more time to visit others and even to write... and... I feel I'm alone here.<br />
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So, I decided to close my blogs.<br />
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I opened Blogger and looked at the statistics. There are about 100 views every day here.<br />
I opened the page. I have 27 readers...<br />
I wanted to know, who reads my blog? Maybe, you will not believe me but I've never seen statistics of this blog. So, I discovered that most visits come from Stumble Upon.<br />
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Ohhh... Stumble Upon... It was my first love in Internet. I liked to stumble it's sites randomly. I learned so many things there! It's still alive and is interesting - but I have not time to sit in internet for my pleasure more. I have to learn and I have to work...<br />
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I wanted to close my blogs today.<br />
But I had not enough courage to do it...<br />
Maybe I have to change my attitude towards blogging and blog so as I feel without trying to create "clever" articles, without trying to satisfy anybody? Without following advises of all those "illuminated" gurus? No, I did not follow them but the thought I don't blog so as it has to be ruined the pleasure of blogging for years - at least it was for me so...<br />
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I don't know.<br />
I don't know if it's the last post here.<br />
Maybe it's better to leave this question to the judgement of time.<br />
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Yes, a novel. He said, he has some bars and found this girl when she was 18 years old. A naive girl from an Ucrainian village near Chernobyl, she came in Moscow after she finished secondary school and wanted to work in one of his bars first, than they began to live together. And they lived in love and reciprocal respect for 7 years till -suddenly- she left him...</div>
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On my way home, in the dark and hard rain, I did not see a big truck entering the expressway.........<br />
Well, fortunately, the driver had time and place to bypass me. That is why I can tell you this story personally.<br />
But it was a very hard experience, you know.<br />
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I swear, I'll never do something like this more.Liudmilahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05338028909924145395noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4555728540908531141.post-24488145607162890882012-11-23T21:59:00.001+01:002012-11-23T21:59:17.411+01:00Love Story<div>
Interesting in this life are the stories of sentient beings. There is not matter is it about the humans or other animals. We are equal in this sense. I practice "bird watching" in my hen house and, you can believe me, observe many more or less tragic destinies. Here is one of them.</div>
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The old couple hit him all the time and we did not know what to do with them. In autumn, we bought a little female. The male-ducks began just to change their summer wear to nuptial suits. We were happy: now, the young duck will court the young female, and so all will be happy.</div>
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The young male began to court the others male's wife. There was a long period when she did not know what to do with them. But at the end, she chose the young duck. This is more strong and aggressive. Now, these two occupy the pond and protect it. They do not allow all others enter in it. They sit on the border or swim. The second,old, male is always with them. Not accepted but dreaming to have back his "girl-friend".</div>
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My husband wants to move them in a new big open-air cage with my big beautiful pond that I did so much to create. That pond can't surely stand so many ducks and it will transform in dirty puddle...<br />
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But I wanted to tell you about the strange games of the destiny.<br />
In the mean time, the young duck is allown...Liudmilahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05338028909924145395noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4555728540908531141.post-67798958349254947692012-11-18T16:32:00.000+01:002012-11-18T16:35:10.184+01:00Strange Hobbies and Inspired PersonsHobbies are so strange thing, you know, you can find those passionate persons everywhere. Some days ago I wrote about the <b><i><u><a href="http://interestsgroup.blogspot.it/2012/11/mad-bird-lovers.html" target="_blank">bird lovers</a></u></i></b>. Now, I wanted to report you about the other kind of "thrill-seekers".<br />
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Yesterday, I was in Paestum. I wanted to collect all the possible books and brochures about the interesting for tourists places. Since I accompany tourists in their visits in Campania -it's our region, in Italy- and because I'm a history lover myself, I look always for something new in this field. In Paestum, there was the XV fair of archeological tourism. It's a strange event because they promise it's the last time, every year. But they continue year by year. Probably, they find enough organizations who wants to pay the place inside the 5 stars hotel.<br />
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One hour in the car (fortunately, my husband wanted to come with me and I had not drive myself) and the nature changes from the hills around our house to the plain with the Apennines chain in the distance.<br />
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The interesting part of this event is concentrated in one room. Those are the organisations of <b><i><u><a href="http://interestsgroup.blogspot.it/" target="_blank">history lovers</a></u></i></b> who try to live so as the people in this or that epoch lived. Here you can meet very "mad" persons. They love what they do so much so that they can tell you about every single piece hours and hours. I would like to hear them, too, but my husband waited me and he had to go to work else.</div>
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Here you can learn how to create natural colors and use them in your life.<br />
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I collected so many books and brochures that could not move more after about an hour. My husband was really happy to regain me: he had to go to work at the 13 and we had at least one hour of expressway.<br />
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Ahhhh.... The mountains of Salerno... Home...<br />
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