<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8732981125730536527</id><updated>2012-01-31T17:05:47.357-08:00</updated><title type='text'>BLUE BELL IN SPAIN</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluebellspanish.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8732981125730536527/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluebellspanish.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>BLUE BELL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08549929051278986661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.freewebs.com/bluebellspanish/bluebell.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>4</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8732981125730536527.post-1054683079216376126</id><published>2007-07-21T15:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-21T16:21:57.978-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What Is Empanada? PART 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_54sUdilXlu4/RqKRab8tFqI/AAAAAAAAAF0/z9lfd7ItX2c/s1600-h/ANA"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089790412247078562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_54sUdilXlu4/RqKRab8tFqI/AAAAAAAAAF0/z9lfd7ItX2c/s400/ANA%27S.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Have a look at the lady in the photo; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Ana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; is the proud baker of an &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;excellent pastry&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. The bread is light, buttery, made from a mix of eggs and wheat flour, and contains a spread of tuna and tomato. This one is &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;exceptional&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;; the mass-produced variety often leaves something to be desired (mostly after having tasted Ana’s). She made it right here, in her &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;small grocery&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;- she lives upstairs. It's a bit early in the bike ride but we are hungry enough anyway. Notice the selection of&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; fresh fruit and vegetables&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;- many are locally grown- and she only gets the best anyway. This kind of shop can be better than a big chain: personal attention and service, competitive prices (she has to!), and a better quality of produce, because that's what the local customers want. Today is Friday, that's when she makes this empanada pastry ("&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;pan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;"=bread, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;em-pan-ada&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;=&lt;strong&gt;enclosed in bread&lt;/strong&gt;). By Saturday it is all sold out. So I grab a big slice while I can (and a bit more to have leftovers at home later on, of course) some apples, and make my way down the road.

Now I am going to cross under the bridge and follow an asphalted path along side the railroad, until the next village. The ride is all easy from here on out- mostly flat, paved, meandering over land and through the woods and 'urbs' along the way. Very relaxing. The main freeway runs straight through all this, so the path takes me under and over (on bridges) as it twists and turns, following a small river. Keep in mind this is a rural area, that has a new infrastrucure superimposed- it'd be different in a big city in America if I had to bike near a highway. This is all fresh, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;cool and green&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, covered with trees, and a fair distance away from the elevated road. Makes for an interesting and varied experience.

I am going towards a large town called&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;La Pola de Siero&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, a local center. The township recently installed this path, through what used to be river-track and pasture. The way must be about 5 miles total, so it's easy and pleasant. It just took us some effort to get there, what with the hills- and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;empanada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; detaining us, as it were.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8732981125730536527-1054683079216376126?l=bluebellspanish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluebellspanish.blogspot.com/feeds/1054683079216376126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8732981125730536527&amp;postID=1054683079216376126' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8732981125730536527/posts/default/1054683079216376126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8732981125730536527/posts/default/1054683079216376126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluebellspanish.blogspot.com/2007/07/what-is-empanada.html' title='What Is Empanada? PART 2'/><author><name>BLUE BELL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08549929051278986661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.freewebs.com/bluebellspanish/bluebell.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_54sUdilXlu4/RqKRab8tFqI/AAAAAAAAAF0/z9lfd7ItX2c/s72-c/ANA%27S.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8732981125730536527.post-2137982508973094271</id><published>2007-07-19T07:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-19T07:15:11.804-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Want To Go For A Bike Ride? PART 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_54sUdilXlu4/Rp9wc-J5IzI/AAAAAAAAAEY/sumekr5TPVQ/s1600-h/bike4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088909746975089458" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_54sUdilXlu4/Rp9wc-J5IzI/AAAAAAAAAEY/sumekr5TPVQ/s200/bike4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;div&gt;From where I live it's easy. Every path and road goes somewhere, over and under hills, woods, villages, alongside highways, up mountains... get in shape here in &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Asturias&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; real quick with a bicycle tour. First I take off out of my garage, on top of a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;steep hill&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. So the beginning is complimentary- &lt;em&gt;zoom zoom&lt;/em&gt; down the hill, past all manner of plants and animals (we saw a &lt;strong&gt;baby boar&lt;/strong&gt; trotting down the road one time recently- she must have beem a mix, with stripes, orange coloring. Looked like some kind of tropical animal from S. America).
Momentum takes me up partway, and then I have to pedal. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Maybe I will walk&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; the last few meters, to the top of the hill... and I am already in another &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;hamlet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; (like a rural neighborhood). Now it's down again, twisting and turning like on a&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; rollercoaster&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. What a blast! You don't have to ride like me, slow works too, but I like this. All that speed is enough to carry me a good mile (no braking), past the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;abandoned mining area&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; all the way to the bottom of the "&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;monte&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;" which leaves me in another, but much larger, rural "&lt;em&gt;urban&lt;/em&gt;" area. This one is interesting, it was built for the miners when that concern was still in operation. The company was from &lt;strong&gt;Belgium&lt;/strong&gt; so out of the blue in the middle of Asturias rises a place that looks like blue-collar Belfast, or some other N Europe city. Rowhouses (unheard of here) and a neat layout. I&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; glide&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; past, to the residential part below. There are a few shops, and some almost &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;suburban American looking&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; houses, made of stone. Under the bridge and I am deposited on the other side of the highway. Now I am in what is verging on a small town, shops, appartments, bars...and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;empanada&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Mmmm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. What is &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;empanada&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;? (To be continued)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8732981125730536527-2137982508973094271?l=bluebellspanish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluebellspanish.blogspot.com/feeds/2137982508973094271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8732981125730536527&amp;postID=2137982508973094271' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8732981125730536527/posts/default/2137982508973094271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8732981125730536527/posts/default/2137982508973094271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluebellspanish.blogspot.com/2007/07/want-to-go-for-bike-ride-part-1.html' title='Want To Go For A Bike Ride? PART 1'/><author><name>BLUE BELL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08549929051278986661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.freewebs.com/bluebellspanish/bluebell.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_54sUdilXlu4/Rp9wc-J5IzI/AAAAAAAAAEY/sumekr5TPVQ/s72-c/bike4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8732981125730536527.post-4477180065664823191</id><published>2007-07-11T10:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-12T01:04:04.600-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Estuary at Villaviciosa</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_54sUdilXlu4/RpUStWKineI/AAAAAAAAAEI/GiV4vONvH0s/s1600-h/Villaviciosa+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085991924438048226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_54sUdilXlu4/RpUStWKineI/AAAAAAAAAEI/GiV4vONvH0s/s400/Villaviciosa+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;pre  style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;On a bright day with soft weather there is a place of calm called&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;color:#009900;" &gt;La Ria de Villaviciosa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;". This is the exit of several small rivers&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;to the sea, in the region of Asturias, on the green north coast of&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Spain. A bridge is crossed and suddenly the land opens up, with&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;spreading water and wetlands. Reeds, islands, birds, the agua&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;becomes salty as the ocean draws near, some 4 miles down the road.&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Along both sides of this estuary are houses; chalets, farmhouses,&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;stables. There are many restaurants, and places to rent a canoe or &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;kayak. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre  style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The boat launches are right on the water, which is where I&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;want to be. First, though, I am going to the local wildlife museum.&lt;/span&gt;

&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;This &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;em&gt;aquarium&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;em&gt;terrarium&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;em&gt;exposition&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; shows the variety of plants&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;and animals, land and sea, found in natural park-  I forgot to&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;mention, this is a protected zone with carefully tended natural&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;resources. The plan for the economy is to develop green tourism,&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;and adventure/nature experience. So I am in the right place, for&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;someone of my temperment. Bicycle on a quiet road, wander the edge&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;of the water, to get to...the beach. Of course. At the end of this&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;route is the marina, with fishing boats, more watercraft rentals,&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;restaurants, and an evergreen park of eucalyptae. Fresh smelling&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;and clear, with  a warm wind and gentle clouds in a blue sky...&lt;/span&gt;

&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;And then, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;em&gt;the beach&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;. A long walkway buffers the park and beach&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;front from the ria, ideal for fishing. If you like bass you are in&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;luck because this is a major feeding area. You can join the locals&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;there, with the same idea, or jump in the water like I am about to&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;do. It's very calm here, and shallow, because this is the protected&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;side of the estuary- which is all salt water now. On the other&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;side, at this point, is the famous beach of Rodiles, with another&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;eucalyptus park still, and a long stretch of sand. I could swim&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;across the way, it's only about 1/3 of a mile....but maybe I will&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;pay the fee to the ferryman (in the summer he can be found there, or&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;hanging around the bar in front).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre  style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;

&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Right at this point of land, aptly named &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;color:#009900;" &gt;El Puntal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;, is a block of&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;seafront apartments. That's where I want my vacation house, go&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;downstairs and be on the beach, in the water, in the woods, sit&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;outside at the cafe, putter around in my kayak.&lt;/span&gt;

&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Or maybe I would rather be in the mountains. That's for next time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8732981125730536527-4477180065664823191?l=bluebellspanish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluebellspanish.blogspot.com/feeds/4477180065664823191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8732981125730536527&amp;postID=4477180065664823191' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8732981125730536527/posts/default/4477180065664823191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8732981125730536527/posts/default/4477180065664823191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluebellspanish.blogspot.com/2007/07/on-bright-day-with-soft-weather-there.html' title='The Estuary at Villaviciosa'/><author><name>BLUE BELL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08549929051278986661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.freewebs.com/bluebellspanish/bluebell.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_54sUdilXlu4/RpUStWKineI/AAAAAAAAAEI/GiV4vONvH0s/s72-c/Villaviciosa+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8732981125730536527.post-8208852568771770493</id><published>2007-07-04T10:06:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-04T10:11:32.564-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hola Amigos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_54sUdilXlu4/RovTrWKinYI/AAAAAAAAADQ/vGprmKQ8-Ok/s1600-h/psilencio.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083389346055363970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_54sUdilXlu4/RovTrWKinYI/AAAAAAAAADQ/vGprmKQ8-Ok/s400/psilencio.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;div&gt;Hello friends, &lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;My name is &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Blue Bell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, and I will be your virtual guide to a very special place in Spain. It's a place so hidden that very few people outside Spain know about it. It is called &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Paraíso&lt;/span&gt; Natural&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; (&lt;em&gt;Natural Paradise&lt;/em&gt;) by Spaniards, and it has some of the highest and most rugged mountains in Europe. As a matter of fact, it's more like a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Spanish Switzerland&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, with the added benefit of a stunning coastline of high cliffs, quaint fishing villages, and sandy beaches.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8732981125730536527-8208852568771770493?l=bluebellspanish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluebellspanish.blogspot.com/feeds/8208852568771770493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8732981125730536527&amp;postID=8208852568771770493' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8732981125730536527/posts/default/8208852568771770493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8732981125730536527/posts/default/8208852568771770493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluebellspanish.blogspot.com/2007/07/hola-amigos_5686.html' title='Hola Amigos'/><author><name>BLUE BELL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08549929051278986661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.freewebs.com/bluebellspanish/bluebell.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_54sUdilXlu4/RovTrWKinYI/AAAAAAAAADQ/vGprmKQ8-Ok/s72-c/psilencio.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
