Monday, 28 February 2011

I1 - Advertising

Watch this video to find out more about the world of advertising, and have a good laugh as well. To make your life easier, you can watch it with Spanish subtitles.

Monday, 14 February 2011

Happy Valentine's

Today is Valentine's day, a day to celebrate love and affection with your loved ones. Here it is usually just a celebration of romantic love, but in the anglosaxon culture you also celebrate with family and friends.

I hope you have a wonderful day and I leave you with this song and video that talks about love in a much wider contest. Enjoy it and sing along!

Wednesday, 9 February 2011

Theatre in Madrid

I believe it is a good idea to relax after the exams, and I am glad to suggest two ideas that you may like.

On one hand, The Madrid Players are performing Love changes everything, just for a few dates, so if you are interested be quick to book. On the other hand, FacetoFace Theater Company are performing Titanic: Fish and Ships, a play for the whole family.

Have a look and let the show begin!

Wednesday, 2 February 2011

Winners of the Writing contest II

BIKING IN MOROCCO - Jacobo Asensio, Intermedio 1

In the summer two years ago I achieved one of my dreams combining travel with my partner and sport.

In September 2008 my girlfriend and I took off from Madrid and landed in Marrakech with our mountain bikes to live a wonderful adventure, crossing part of Morocco by bike.

For six days and five hundred kilometers we biked across the Atlas Mountains. In the course we visited some villages where poverty was present, but despite of it their inhabitants always gave us their food and offered their hospitality.

We were very surprised because although they lived in very bad conditions, there were many smiling children, and when we went out of the villages they ran behind the bikes to say goodbye and then a smile was painted in our faces.

Finally the last day we arrived to the Sahara Desert biking in the same place where the pilots of the famous rally named Paris-Dakar drive. It was a special feeling riding on the dunes, besides, it is very difficult because the wheel sinks into the sand.

As you can see in the picture, only for the panoramic it is worth the hard work with the mountain bike.

Winners of the Writing contest I

A LIVING CHURCH IN A DEAD TOWN - Miguel Angel Paez, Avanzado 1

This is the picture of a living church in a dead town. It is alive because at first glance it does not look very different from any other town’s church, but we could say that it is hurt or disabled somehow. If we look at its sad and elongated dark eyes, formed by the hollows where the bells are placed, the right eye from the spectator point of view is empty. Its eyeball is missing, it has no bell. Apart from this fact, it is complete, it breathes, although it shows its age, its wrinkles, its tiredness, and the many years enduring the lashes of severe winters in the Pyrenees landscape.
It is a Romanesque Mozarabic church, typical of the Pyrenees of Huesca region with a nave and a semicircular apse in very good condition. It stands in the middle of a ghost and abandoned village, called Otal.
At the bottom left of the apse, we can see something strange, something like a rectangular window which does not match the original built, as a patch out of place, as an alien. It is a niche, which was built years later to house deceased people in the apse guts and which gives it a more gloomy aspect –death embedded in the wounded church walls–.
The human figure walking towards the church provides life to the defunct picture. He is Juan, a friend responsible for creating an aura of mystery about this enigmatic town as well as the need to visit it. When Juan discovered the place and its church, he made himself a promise: “someday I will visit that dead village with its living church”, and that is how he persuaded a group of friends among whom was myself.
The snapshot was taken on October 30 2010, after a complicated and long journey of more than three hours walking in the rain and mud.
I will always remember Otal and its mystery, its collapsed houses, its ruins emerging from the colorful autumn, the mud on my boots, and above all, I will remember Juan’s face after seeing one of his most desired efforts fulfilled, and of course, for its living church in the dead town.