....A partir d avui podreu trobar algunes de les meves fotos a ....
From today onwards you can find some of my pictures at
Sense Paraules
31 de desembre 2006
29 de desembre 2006
You know you went to an International school when...
1) You can't answer the question: "Where are you from?"
2) You speak two (or more) languages but can't spell in any of them
3) You flew before you could walk.
4) You have a passport, but no driver's license.
5) You run into someone you know at every airport
6) You have a time zone map next to your telephone.
7) Your life story uses the phrase "Then we went to..." five times (or six, or seven times...).
8) You speak with authority on the quality of airline travel.
9) National Geographic (OR THE TRAVEL CHANNEL) makes you homesick.
10) You read the international section before the comics.
11) You live at school, work in the tropics, and go home for vacation.
12) You don't know where home is.
13) You sort your friends by continent.
14) Your second major is in a foreign language you already speak.
15) You realize it really is a small world, after all.
16) You feel that multiple passports would be appropriate.
17) You watch a movie set in a'foreign country', and you know what the nationals are really saying into the camera.
18) Rain on a tile patio - or a corrugated metal roof - is one of the most wonderful sounds in the world.
19) You haggle with the checkout clerk for a lower price.
20) Your wardrobe can only handle two seasons: wet and dry.
21) Your high school memories include those days that school was cancelled due to tear gas, riots, demonstrations, or bomb threats
.23) You think VISA is a document stamped in your passport, and not a plastic card you carry in your wallet.
24) You automatically take off your shoes as soon as you get home.
25) Your dorm room/apartment/living room looks a little like a museum with all the "exotic" things you have around.
26) Half of your phone calls are unintelligible to those around you.
27) You go to Pizza Hut or Wendy's and you wonder why there's no chili sauce.
28) You know the geography of the rest of the world, but you don't know the geography of your own country.
29) You have best friends in 5 different countries.
30) It takes 24 hours to reach home in a plane
31) You can only call your parents at 8am and 8pm
32) You never really use a seatbelt
33) School trips meant going to a different country
34) Your high school football team had to play against itself
35) When you were in middle school you could walk into a bar and order a drink without being questioned
36) You got sick a lot and often had food poisoning
37) It wasent unusual to find a lizard or cockroach in your house
38) You got to go home twice a year ...thats if you're lucky
39) Home almosts felt like a dollhouse
40) You are a pro packer, or at least have done it many times
41) Living out of a suitcase, you find, has it pros
42) You bump into your old teachers all the time
43) Family photos you sent every year took months to arrive and often were in front of some exotic statue or engangered animal no one has heard of
44) Your check from your parents takes a month to reach you
45) Talking to your school office and getting signatures from your parents is a week-long event
46) You literally have real friends (not facebook friends) from different schools all over the nation on your friends list
48) Everyone had a 'staff'; maid, house cleaner, driver and babysitter
49) Most of the 1st graders have cell phones
50) You get excited when a relative sends a video tape of regular TV with commercials.. its in ENGLISH!
51) There was only one grocery store.. the commisary
52) Once you get home you miss your adopted home and visa versa
53) You are never content in one place, be it city, state or country for long. You're a mover.
54) You never had a job until you reached college
55) Blackouts are quite common, yet after a while no one seemed to notice and sometimes you would find yourself doing homework to the light of your phone or flashlight
56) Class reunions.. are not at your old school.. not even close
57) Police, imported from a different country, guard your school...carrying machine guns
58) you know everyone else in this group, because he/she went to school with one of your friends
1) You can't answer the question: "Where are you from?"
2) You speak two (or more) languages but can't spell in any of them
3) You flew before you could walk.
4) You have a passport, but no driver's license.
5) You run into someone you know at every airport
6) You have a time zone map next to your telephone.
7) Your life story uses the phrase "Then we went to..." five times (or six, or seven times...).
8) You speak with authority on the quality of airline travel.
9) National Geographic (OR THE TRAVEL CHANNEL) makes you homesick.
10) You read the international section before the comics.
11) You live at school, work in the tropics, and go home for vacation.
12) You don't know where home is.
13) You sort your friends by continent.
14) Your second major is in a foreign language you already speak.
15) You realize it really is a small world, after all.
16) You feel that multiple passports would be appropriate.
17) You watch a movie set in a'foreign country', and you know what the nationals are really saying into the camera.
18) Rain on a tile patio - or a corrugated metal roof - is one of the most wonderful sounds in the world.
19) You haggle with the checkout clerk for a lower price.
20) Your wardrobe can only handle two seasons: wet and dry.
21) Your high school memories include those days that school was cancelled due to tear gas, riots, demonstrations, or bomb threats
.23) You think VISA is a document stamped in your passport, and not a plastic card you carry in your wallet.
24) You automatically take off your shoes as soon as you get home.
25) Your dorm room/apartment/living room looks a little like a museum with all the "exotic" things you have around.
26) Half of your phone calls are unintelligible to those around you.
27) You go to Pizza Hut or Wendy's and you wonder why there's no chili sauce.
28) You know the geography of the rest of the world, but you don't know the geography of your own country.
29) You have best friends in 5 different countries.
30) It takes 24 hours to reach home in a plane
31) You can only call your parents at 8am and 8pm
32) You never really use a seatbelt
33) School trips meant going to a different country
34) Your high school football team had to play against itself
35) When you were in middle school you could walk into a bar and order a drink without being questioned
36) You got sick a lot and often had food poisoning
37) It wasent unusual to find a lizard or cockroach in your house
38) You got to go home twice a year ...thats if you're lucky
39) Home almosts felt like a dollhouse
40) You are a pro packer, or at least have done it many times
41) Living out of a suitcase, you find, has it pros
42) You bump into your old teachers all the time
43) Family photos you sent every year took months to arrive and often were in front of some exotic statue or engangered animal no one has heard of
44) Your check from your parents takes a month to reach you
45) Talking to your school office and getting signatures from your parents is a week-long event
46) You literally have real friends (not facebook friends) from different schools all over the nation on your friends list
48) Everyone had a 'staff'; maid, house cleaner, driver and babysitter
49) Most of the 1st graders have cell phones
50) You get excited when a relative sends a video tape of regular TV with commercials.. its in ENGLISH!
51) There was only one grocery store.. the commisary
52) Once you get home you miss your adopted home and visa versa
53) You are never content in one place, be it city, state or country for long. You're a mover.
54) You never had a job until you reached college
55) Blackouts are quite common, yet after a while no one seemed to notice and sometimes you would find yourself doing homework to the light of your phone or flashlight
56) Class reunions.. are not at your old school.. not even close
57) Police, imported from a different country, guard your school...carrying machine guns
58) you know everyone else in this group, because he/she went to school with one of your friends
27 de desembre 2006
Laos Cambodia and Thailand :)
So it started by me opening an msn window to daidak...
"got plans for the summer..???"
"well not exactly, work, travel you know..."
"want to travel together?"
"sounds good..."
"where to.."
...and somehow we agreeded to south east asia...
it continued with a few conversations during xmas family lunch and today its been decided, next summer we are taking a plane to Bangkok and from there we will travel to Laos and Cambodia!! So these are the plans...now just got to get the tickets, get all vaccinations,visas everything ready and south east asia here we come!!! Oh, i forgot...and keep working to save some money up!
Actaully im looking for some more info into those regions so anybody who has any information on those regions please let me know :) Especially regarding the entry to Laos as it appears that they dont have many embassies around the world and that it is very easy to get your visa in the border,but still would like to check that with someone before! Oh this will be a great summer, i can already see it coming :) Daidak, lets go buy our travel guides!
"got plans for the summer..???"
"well not exactly, work, travel you know..."
"want to travel together?"
"sounds good..."
"where to.."
...and somehow we agreeded to south east asia...
it continued with a few conversations during xmas family lunch and today its been decided, next summer we are taking a plane to Bangkok and from there we will travel to Laos and Cambodia!! So these are the plans...now just got to get the tickets, get all vaccinations,visas everything ready and south east asia here we come!!! Oh, i forgot...and keep working to save some money up!
Actaully im looking for some more info into those regions so anybody who has any information on those regions please let me know :) Especially regarding the entry to Laos as it appears that they dont have many embassies around the world and that it is very easy to get your visa in the border,but still would like to check that with someone before! Oh this will be a great summer, i can already see it coming :) Daidak, lets go buy our travel guides!
26 de desembre 2006
...St.Esteve.
....another year...another family lunch...
the table was ready...
22 ppl and two babies running around
and the food was about to be served
the table was ready...
22 ppl and two babies running around
and the food was about to be served
some people missing this year...but still the word growing up doesnt seem to exist ...
We had our traditional Neules Fight between cousins....
and maybe a bit too much to drink at the end....
but a fun day afterall :)
p.s. why is it that the babies always get the most presents?????? Laura aixo definitivament no es just!
25 de desembre 2006
24 de desembre 2006
I ve been given the chance.... so from Dublin last year this year to Australia .... in 3 weeks ill be going to Sydney, helping out my mom look for a house and spending some days in the summer relaxing. Im flipping out, but the ticket is booked, and its finally a reality.
Nit Catalana de full Joda i Gresca
FINALLY IN....
finally, im home....back into ¨my room¨ and with no 24-7 internet connexion.. :-( but hej, got all the new magazines from altair to read, so should be having more than enough things to do. And the best part, im sick :D oh yes, like always, geting sick right the days that i come home. But plans were plans and i still had a great night out at L ovella negra...
ianu,george,guixot,artemis and mindru....quina nit gent, quina nit... els tes bonissims i els cubates suposo que tambe, pero en aquest tema ja no puc opinar tant! La gresca continuara despres dels sopars familiars d aquest any i per cap d any encara esta tot per decidir!!
En george i jo... And the guys sitting next to us where from Groningen! Why..are the dutch following me everywhere?! .... ik kom uit groningen...ahh ik woon in den haag...hahahah...
Tot el grupet... i els tes i uns cubates..
CANVI DE PAPERS! qui es qui...? Em demano el joc per nadal!
Super SexSymbol Ianu amb Guixot i Xixi
i finalment,gracies a en ianu....jajajajaja.
www.fotolog.com/ianu --> hahah, gracies!
missatge per el teu amic informatic, TOMAS per que no vas entrar? pff...
Vull un altre canvi de papers en el cual tambe hi participi en george!!!
p.s. Regarding the flight I find it inecesarry for vueling hostesses to start singing "merry xmas songs" on the plane...specially if they cant even finish the song! Its obvious its xmas the plane was full of half dutch half catalan families all coming """home""".
p.s. this computer needs a recucitating machine, it shuts down every now and then :S
22 de desembre 2006
Back to Schipol
foto: Anna i jo Firenze, Italia05HERE I COMEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!
Tommorrow is the day!!! :) I got 8 hours of work,2 hours of rest, 5 hours of sleep, 30 minutes of train,1.5 hours of checkin and waiting, 2 hours of flight and then....
B A R C E L O N A ...will be infront of my eyes.... :D
already got some plans for the evening. Just go to go home,leave the luggage, say hi to parents :D (ok...ill say hi to Miquel as well...) get some food and walk out the door :D Cant wait...the past four months have gone quick,they have actually flown..but now, it feels good to have a break, and a 5 week break couldnt be better excuse to go to see the sweet sun and good food and ... family of course. I will be back in NL very soon...but the next week should be great :D hoping for some sun and warmer weather, and if not, just the fact of having a break is good! Rachel...see you in Barcelona in two days! :D
see you all soon...merry holidays and happy new year! :D
Ill mind my step at Schipol.. :D
18 de desembre 2006
13 de desembre 2006
I ahir..visita tot el dia al port de Rotterdam .....containers, containers i mes containers... 
I avui, estudi,reunions,estudi i despres...aniversari de la Undine...
I els altres amagats alla al radera....
Containers blancs son els containers refrigerats!!
mireu mireu mireu com s aixeca!! I despres sopar amb tots...Les fotos arribaran aviat...
I avui, estudi,reunions,estudi i despres...aniversari de la Undine...
Fent el tonto...Dudok, conegut per els seus pastis de poma i si si, estava bonissim!!
I els altres amagats alla al radera....Es pot ven dir que aquest any ens ha tocat un bon grup de gent a la clase!!
10 de desembre 2006
Saturday Night...
Saturday Night in Pics
....vaig dir que tenia que estudiar....pero eren els seus aniversaris i no podia fallar a la cita....
erem quatre, pero els altres estaven fora, la cua era llarguissima....comencava a ser tard..
Pero finalment el Popeye va arribar!!!
I ja vem serhi tots!!
i vem comencar a disfrutar de la festa i a fer una mica el gilipolles....
Apa, felicitats a l Anna i a la Milena (que no crec que mirin pas el meu blog!) i visca la gent catxonda de la meva classe!! Kina nit.....
....vaig dir que tenia que estudiar....pero eren els seus aniversaris i no podia fallar a la cita....
erem quatre, pero els altres estaven fora, la cua era llarguissima....comencava a ser tard..
Pero finalment el Popeye va arribar!!!
I ja vem serhi tots!!
i vem comencar a disfrutar de la festa i a fer una mica el gilipolles....
Apa, felicitats a l Anna i a la Milena (que no crec que mirin pas el meu blog!) i visca la gent catxonda de la meva classe!! Kina nit.....
Want to vote?
Intresting, have a look at the ages from which you are allowed to vote in certain countries. . . Now comes the best, in Bolivia it depends on if you are married or single.... intresting.
In most countries 18
Bolivia: 18 if married and 21 if single
Brazil: 16
Cameroon: 20
Cuba: 16
Iran: 15
Japan: 20
Malaysia: 21
Nicaragua: 16
Uzbekistan: 25
In most countries 18
Bolivia: 18 if married and 21 if single
Brazil: 16
Cameroon: 20
Cuba: 16
Iran: 15
Japan: 20
Malaysia: 21
Nicaragua: 16
Uzbekistan: 25
09 de desembre 2006
ES BUSCA PERSONA PER ANAR DE VACANCES UN MES A ASIA DURANT EL PROXIM ESTIU. . . . . . interessats???
Recordatori :
Per apuntar-s’hi es necessiten els següents prerequisits
Destinacio per decidir, no nomes visitar ciutats importants pero tambe poblets i coses menys tipiques.
Disposat a aguantarme
Major de 16 anys
Viure a Berga,Vilobi,St.Cugat
Saber la definició de Catxondisme
Voler anar en pla barato
Que no li faci por pujar en avio (ja que el viatja en barco dura massa..)
AIXO VA MOLT EN SERIO!!!!
Recordatori :
Per apuntar-s’hi es necessiten els següents prerequisits
Destinacio per decidir, no nomes visitar ciutats importants pero tambe poblets i coses menys tipiques.
Disposat a aguantarme
Major de 16 anys
Viure a Berga,Vilobi,St.Cugat
Saber la definició de Catxondisme
Voler anar en pla barato
Que no li faci por pujar en avio (ja que el viatja en barco dura massa..)
AIXO VA MOLT EN SERIO!!!!
He trobat una pagina on hi han totes les radios d holanda, i les pots escoltar totes desde una mateixa pagina. www.nederland.fm algu coneix si aixo tambe existeix per Catalunya????
08 de desembre 2006
3.....2.....1.... ha commençat l estress, l augment de dies de feina i tot plegat... queden 12 dies d estress despres no se que fare 10 dies sense fer res. . . . segur que a bcn hi ha prou coses a fer :) ara concentracio fins el dia 20. . . Avui arriba la maria de lux, esclar que nomes per 1 dia. . .
05 de desembre 2006
"Every exit is an entry somewhere" Tom Stoppard
because there are still a few months to go
still many beers to have
man olliebollen to be eaten
many delayed trains to take
many bike rides to take
courses to be taken
a few more speculaas to go
some more patat speciaal
some more towns to visit
a few more shopping visits to be done
Now that it feels right, its starting to feel that soon it will be over....too soon.
And who will remember it? What will be remembered? Where will the footsteps remain?
But for now enjoying the rain as much as possible. . .
04 de desembre 2006
03 de desembre 2006
Unconfortable Views 1
It was somewhere in mid july, when the temperatures were reaching the 40C and half of the catalan population was on holidays. The unfortunate were still working, and needed nannys for their children who were still too young to stay on their own. In the past years immigrants have arrived non stop to our country, increasing exponentially yearly. And my town has attracted many of them, specially due to the growth of snobby people who have moved from Barcelona to St.Cugat. Of course they are in need of a man to clean their car, one to cook, one to take care of their children, a housekeeper etc. So now when every spanish person is doing their siesta and all the shops are closed, you walk in the streets and you come across the ecuatorians, colombians,peruvians,bolivians,argentinans,venezuelans etc... Its an enormous change from a few years back when all you could encounter were catalan people who had lived their for ages, not even those snobs from barcelona had moved to st.cugat... now its a mix of immigrants. First there are the snoby barcelona immigrants who decided to move to st.cugat and procrate so that our town becomes the town with the highest natality in catalonia and the immigrants from south america. . . . . Whether i like the situation or not, somewhere in mid July i was confronted with a situation that i wish would have been different.
5pm was the meeting time, infront of the train station of course, our small train station. It was friday! End of the week, for me holidays so of course, no problem...friday, monday, tuesay they all ment party... but for many it was the beggining of the weekend. I forgot that in spain people tend to be a bit late, and i arrived at 4.50. Having nothing to do i just sat in the steps of the stairs and as always started to look around the square infront of me. Its a newly renovated square, which you can reach from 3 different streets, and cars cant pass there. So i sat and observe, and it was then that i started to realize that something was different that day, the weekend for many people was gona become not such a great one.
There was a police car, hidden in a corner of a square. If you were coming from the street in the far left you could not see the car. Barcelona is full of immigrants without legal papers, so of course the last thing you want to do is go near a police car. But this time they had done it right, they had hidden their car. Not only was the car hidden but also the policemen were completley dressed without their uniforms. It was almost 5pm so many people were coming to the station,but because it was holidays only a few were catalans, a great majority were immigrants. They were easily detectable, non chick cloths, darker skin, darker hair, not wearing the typical menorquines that every catlalan wears in the summer. . . Although maybe a few were indistinguishable the majority were.
Everytime there was one of them coming to the station , which they were coming in a constant flow, the policeman in his nice shirt would go up to them and show them the police badge and say "police, i want to see your documents". You would see a few persons geting some documents out of their purses and them and being let to pass, the rest were taken to the car. What happened there i did not have clear, so i took a walk,but i couldnt get too close. However,there were many of them standing by the car while three police men interrogated them. I went back to my sitting place in the stairs, it was so unconfortable to sit there. I had passed from my typical view of seeing people coming and meeting friends, to observing how the police had set a trap for those immigrants. I saw the women and men coming with their smiles in their faces, they were over with their job for that hour, maybe they were going to the next one maybe they were going to enjoy a nice weekend. And then came the man "Police, Documents" in such a rude way. I felt like i could not sit there and observe. I know,actually i knew that immigration has to be controled,i can still not decide which level of controlability must be attained. But i could not bear sitting there and seeing someone pass by and geting checked and taken away. Couldnt i do something? I felt like running two streets down and telling them all to not take that street but to enter the station through the back door.
When my friends came, we took a walk to the monestary and i saw a few people just sitting infront of the shops and not going towards the station. . . they had been warned by their friends or by someone i guess. . .
Sometimes im the one controled, everybody gets their checks and scrutineies, we get retained for reasons for which maybe we shouldnt. We get judged for not looking the right way, we get kicked off places for not having the right requisites. But it was disgusting and unconfortable to sit there and to see how systematically those people were checked, and who knows were they ended up afterwards.
That day i felt that i could connect with those persons somehow, whether they were immigrants or not. I could see them coming towards the station, i saw the policeman approaching them, i knew what was gona happen. Yet,i just sat and observed, they were taken to the hidden car, and then i never saw them again...
I would of have liked to say that next time i would of have stand up and help the persons, but we all know we are not heros. One month later i found myself in the middle of a police assault to the indian shops where i was shopping in the middle of Jaipur. For the first seconds i just stood there, then i had to run i didnt want to be beaten up with the bamboo sticks that the police carried. . . its so easy to dream that one day we will be heros.
5pm was the meeting time, infront of the train station of course, our small train station. It was friday! End of the week, for me holidays so of course, no problem...friday, monday, tuesay they all ment party... but for many it was the beggining of the weekend. I forgot that in spain people tend to be a bit late, and i arrived at 4.50. Having nothing to do i just sat in the steps of the stairs and as always started to look around the square infront of me. Its a newly renovated square, which you can reach from 3 different streets, and cars cant pass there. So i sat and observe, and it was then that i started to realize that something was different that day, the weekend for many people was gona become not such a great one.
There was a police car, hidden in a corner of a square. If you were coming from the street in the far left you could not see the car. Barcelona is full of immigrants without legal papers, so of course the last thing you want to do is go near a police car. But this time they had done it right, they had hidden their car. Not only was the car hidden but also the policemen were completley dressed without their uniforms. It was almost 5pm so many people were coming to the station,but because it was holidays only a few were catalans, a great majority were immigrants. They were easily detectable, non chick cloths, darker skin, darker hair, not wearing the typical menorquines that every catlalan wears in the summer. . . Although maybe a few were indistinguishable the majority were.
Everytime there was one of them coming to the station , which they were coming in a constant flow, the policeman in his nice shirt would go up to them and show them the police badge and say "police, i want to see your documents". You would see a few persons geting some documents out of their purses and them and being let to pass, the rest were taken to the car. What happened there i did not have clear, so i took a walk,but i couldnt get too close. However,there were many of them standing by the car while three police men interrogated them. I went back to my sitting place in the stairs, it was so unconfortable to sit there. I had passed from my typical view of seeing people coming and meeting friends, to observing how the police had set a trap for those immigrants. I saw the women and men coming with their smiles in their faces, they were over with their job for that hour, maybe they were going to the next one maybe they were going to enjoy a nice weekend. And then came the man "Police, Documents" in such a rude way. I felt like i could not sit there and observe. I know,actually i knew that immigration has to be controled,i can still not decide which level of controlability must be attained. But i could not bear sitting there and seeing someone pass by and geting checked and taken away. Couldnt i do something? I felt like running two streets down and telling them all to not take that street but to enter the station through the back door.
When my friends came, we took a walk to the monestary and i saw a few people just sitting infront of the shops and not going towards the station. . . they had been warned by their friends or by someone i guess. . .
Sometimes im the one controled, everybody gets their checks and scrutineies, we get retained for reasons for which maybe we shouldnt. We get judged for not looking the right way, we get kicked off places for not having the right requisites. But it was disgusting and unconfortable to sit there and to see how systematically those people were checked, and who knows were they ended up afterwards.
That day i felt that i could connect with those persons somehow, whether they were immigrants or not. I could see them coming towards the station, i saw the policeman approaching them, i knew what was gona happen. Yet,i just sat and observed, they were taken to the hidden car, and then i never saw them again...
I would of have liked to say that next time i would of have stand up and help the persons, but we all know we are not heros. One month later i found myself in the middle of a police assault to the indian shops where i was shopping in the middle of Jaipur. For the first seconds i just stood there, then i had to run i didnt want to be beaten up with the bamboo sticks that the police carried. . . its so easy to dream that one day we will be heros.
02 de desembre 2006
The Raji
Today i made a small discovery: in south Nepal, by the border of India the Rajis exist, its a very small community who are semi nomads and chase bees. Wherever you find the bees, there you ll fine the Raji. They climb trees which are as high as 15 story high buildings... when the report asked if they ever fall the answer is " you fall when your life is over".
But my favorite statement " We begin our life by weaving a fishnet. We end our life before ever finishing it. We re always weaving a net and forever fixing it"- Pagou Ram.
"The Raji are one of the last ethnic groups in Nepal still living in the forest as semi-nomads. Travelling for months in family bands, the Raji follow the bees as they migrate through the lowlands with the blossoming of flowers. Following this band, I would learn what it means to be as poor as dirt - and as rich as the earth." By Eric Valli
I feel like escaping this city for a while and just going for the search of a new/different ethnic group in the other side of the world....but for now ill stick to the national geographic magazine and channel... (geek :), i know)
But my favorite statement " We begin our life by weaving a fishnet. We end our life before ever finishing it. We re always weaving a net and forever fixing it"- Pagou Ram.
"The Raji are one of the last ethnic groups in Nepal still living in the forest as semi-nomads. Travelling for months in family bands, the Raji follow the bees as they migrate through the lowlands with the blossoming of flowers. Following this band, I would learn what it means to be as poor as dirt - and as rich as the earth." By Eric Valli
I feel like escaping this city for a while and just going for the search of a new/different ethnic group in the other side of the world....but for now ill stick to the national geographic magazine and channel... (geek :), i know)
.... ITS TIME TO VOTE FOR THE NEW 7 WONDERS OF THE WORLD....
Which ones do you chosse??
The Acropolis
Hagia Sophia
The Kremlin/St. Basil's
The Colosseum
Neu- schwanstein Castle
The Eiffel Tower
Stonehenge
The Alhambra
The Great Wall of China
Kiyomizu Temple
The Sydney Opera House
Angkor
The Taj Mahal
Timbuktu Jan.
Petra
The Pyramids of Giza
The Statue of Christ Redeemer
The Easter Island Statues
Machu Picchu
Chichen Itzá
The Statue of Liberty
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