<?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-9111334787903548961</id><updated>2011-11-20T00:52:40.543-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Diego en la EnChilada</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diegoenlaenchilaada.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111334787903548961/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diegoenlaenchilaada.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>diego</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04531980541577297304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>17</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9111334787903548961.post-4288108627467341946</id><published>2007-12-29T11:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-01T11:48:16.847-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Puro exhibicionismo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_LBLQJ5CvgX0/R3duujwbB3I/AAAAAAAAAQ4/3F-zW7qedkY/s1600-h/P1010510.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149706445072828274" style="WIDTH: 198px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 155px" height="143" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_LBLQJ5CvgX0/R3duujwbB3I/AAAAAAAAAQ4/3F-zW7qedkY/s320/P1010510.JPG" width="189" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_LBLQJ5CvgX0/R3anEzwbBsI/AAAAAAAAAPg/HLAM08EfTSE/s1600-h/P1010518.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149486924999362242" style="WIDTH: 189px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 154px" height="120" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_LBLQJ5CvgX0/R3anEzwbBsI/AAAAAAAAAPg/HLAM08EfTSE/s320/P1010518.JPG" width="159" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_LBLQJ5CvgX0/R3anEzwbBsI/AAAAAAAAAPg/HLAM08EfTSE/s1600-h/P1010518.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Los animales de la Patagonia padecen de un curioso síndrome dentro del reino animal: el exhibicionismo (dícese del deseo persistente y excesivo de exhibirse). O al menos durante el tiempo que yo estuve allí. No puede explicarse de otra manera.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_LBLQJ5CvgX0/R3dr6jwbB1I/AAAAAAAAAQo/IfBTmzn6SKM/s1600-h/pato+de+torrentes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149703352696375122" style="WIDTH: 195px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 141px" height="145" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_LBLQJ5CvgX0/R3dr6jwbB1I/AAAAAAAAAQo/IfBTmzn6SKM/s320/pato+de+torrentes.jpg" width="219" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_LBLQJ5CvgX0/R3dv5DwbB4I/AAAAAAAAARA/Cm-xpFcKNIU/s1600-h/caiquen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149707724973082498" style="WIDTH: 189px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 141px" height="142" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_LBLQJ5CvgX0/R3dv5DwbB4I/AAAAAAAAARA/Cm-xpFcKNIU/s320/caiquen.jpg" width="193" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Los pingüinos de la Isla Magdalena podrían ocultarse en sus madrigueras bajo tierra o salir a pescar al Estrecho de Magallanes. Pero, prefirieron poner su mejor perfil ante la cámara. "Hazme otra, hazme otra". Y las parejas de ocas caiquén, tan fieles ellas, se afanaban en lucir su pose más romántica. "Yo me tumbo aquí, tu haz que pescas, ¿vale?, cariño".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_LBLQJ5CvgX0/R3dxSTwbB5I/AAAAAAAAARI/a9_0BG7Tr9w/s1600-h/lobos+marinos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149709258276407186" style="WIDTH: 196px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 147px" height="155" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_LBLQJ5CvgX0/R3dxSTwbB5I/AAAAAAAAARI/a9_0BG7Tr9w/s320/lobos+marinos.jpg" width="203" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_LBLQJ5CvgX0/R3anETwbBqI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/meMOoLHS42Q/s1600-h/P1010339.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149486916409427618" style="WIDTH: 188px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 147px" height="120" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_LBLQJ5CvgX0/R3anETwbBqI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/meMOoLHS42Q/s320/P1010339.JPG" width="159" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_LBLQJ5CvgX0/R3anETwbBqI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/meMOoLHS42Q/s1600-h/P1010339.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;¿Será que la vida animal es muy aburrida? Sino, como es que mamá guanaco e hijo guanaco (primos salvajes de los camellos) podrían gastar su tiempo caminando al paso, dos metros delante de mí, como si lo hubieran ensayado en casa para estas ocasiones. "Y... un, dos, un, dos..., mira que son tontos los turistas, hijo". O que los lobos marinos fueran capaces de abandonar su tarea más importante, no hacer nada, disfrutar en familia de la tórrida pachorra de alguna cala rocosa, para nadar como locos en competencia por un primer plano.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_LBLQJ5CvgX0/R3do8DwbByI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/qQeeBCeXy5I/s1600-h/P1010244.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149700079931295522" style="WIDTH: 198px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 140px" height="128" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_LBLQJ5CvgX0/R3do8DwbByI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/qQeeBCeXy5I/s320/P1010244.JPG" width="172" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_LBLQJ5CvgX0/R3dr6jwbBzI/AAAAAAAAAQY/ZS35AAlaKco/s1600-h/loica.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149703352696375090" style="WIDTH: 191px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 140px" height="158" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_LBLQJ5CvgX0/R3dr6jwbBzI/AAAAAAAAAQY/ZS35AAlaKco/s320/loica.jpg" width="203" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;No es posible. Hay algo extraño en todo esto. Puede que haya corrido el rumor de que National Geographic paga bien a sus estrellas, o que haya una fiebre de aspirantes a famosos, no sé. Pero, lo de las pequeñas aves que salen del nido para la foto o las que se colocan en la ramita precisa para que salga la montaña de fondo... es ya demasiado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_LBLQJ5CvgX0/R3apVTwbBvI/AAAAAAAAAP4/rVaHGSGOMuE/s1600-h/P1010352.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149489407490459378" style="WIDTH: 199px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 151px" height="120" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_LBLQJ5CvgX0/R3apVTwbBvI/AAAAAAAAAP4/rVaHGSGOMuE/s320/P1010352.JPG" width="161" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_LBLQJ5CvgX0/R3apVzwbBwI/AAAAAAAAAQA/QRQmJSGbD_0/s1600-h/P1010386.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149489416080393986" style="WIDTH: 183px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 152px" height="121" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_LBLQJ5CvgX0/R3apVzwbBwI/AAAAAAAAAQA/QRQmJSGbD_0/s320/P1010386.JPG" width="161" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Y todo esto, aún podría explicarse, no sé, de alguna manera u otra. Pero... ¿el PUMA? ¿ver un PUMA? ¿Hacer una foto a un PUMA? Eso si que no. Cierto que desprende un olor muy fuerte, que puede ayudarte a seguirlo. Acepto que puede hacerse confiado sino se le molesta. Incluso que, como hay pumas desde Alaska a Patagonia, alguno habrá medio lelo... Pero, a pleno día, durante más de media hora, con su familia paseando entre nosotros, e incluso, maullando. No. Esto ya no lo acepto. Aquí no hay caso. Se trata de puro exhibicionismo. ¡Y ya está bien, eh! ¡Descarados! (jeje). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_LBLQJ5CvgX0/R3dsvDwbB2I/AAAAAAAAAQw/OmL-bBPfFLw/s1600-h/Torres+del+Paine_Nov2007+746_editada.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149704254639507298" style="WIDTH: 188px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" height="289" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_LBLQJ5CvgX0/R3dsvDwbB2I/AAAAAAAAAQw/OmL-bBPfFLw/s320/Torres+del+Paine_Nov2007+746_editada.jpg" width="386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_LBLQJ5CvgX0/R3dxSjwbB6I/AAAAAAAAARQ/_MaHg0RbOUw/s1600-h/P1010566.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149709262571374498" style="WIDTH: 196px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" height="150" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_LBLQJ5CvgX0/R3dxSjwbB6I/AAAAAAAAARQ/_MaHg0RbOUw/s320/P1010566.JPG" width="191" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Del extraño caso de los perros chilenos hablaremos el próximo día. Hasta pronto, amigos (jeje).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;PD: Os recuerdo que si pincháis sobre las fotos, se ven mucho mejor. Chiao&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9111334787903548961-4288108627467341946?l=diegoenlaenchilaada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111334787903548961/posts/default/4288108627467341946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111334787903548961/posts/default/4288108627467341946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diegoenlaenchilaada.blogspot.com/2007/12/blog-post.html' title='Puro exhibicionismo'/><author><name>diego</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04531980541577297304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_LBLQJ5CvgX0/R3duujwbB3I/AAAAAAAAAQ4/3F-zW7qedkY/s72-c/P1010510.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9111334787903548961.post-821491720833491945</id><published>2007-12-23T11:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-23T12:34:19.184-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Así es el fin del Mundo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_LBLQJ5CvgX0/R265jTwbBiI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/7Zid_nySoDs/s1600-h/P1010016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147255440380986914" style="WIDTH: 216px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 153px" height="166" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_LBLQJ5CvgX0/R265jTwbBiI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/7Zid_nySoDs/s320/P1010016.JPG" width="250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_LBLQJ5CvgX0/R265jjwbBjI/AAAAAAAAAOY/G2AHOj5_gMI/s1600-h/P1010019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147255444675954226" style="WIDTH: 168px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 153px" height="205" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_LBLQJ5CvgX0/R265jjwbBjI/AAAAAAAAAOY/G2AHOj5_gMI/s320/P1010019.JPG" width="221" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Donde se acaba la tierra está la ciudad de Punta Arenas, observando el encuentro entre los océanos Pacífico y Atlántico en el &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Estrecho&lt;/span&gt; de &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Magallanes&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_LBLQJ5CvgX0/R265ojwbBlI/AAAAAAAAAOo/thIj-JelnSw/s1600-h/P1010570.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147255530575300178" style="WIDTH: 205px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 147px" height="205" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_LBLQJ5CvgX0/R265ojwbBlI/AAAAAAAAAOo/thIj-JelnSw/s320/P1010570.JPG" width="283" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_LBLQJ5CvgX0/R265nzwbBkI/AAAAAAAAAOg/1M5ZYMqEi2E/s1600-h/P1010024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147255517690398274" style="WIDTH: 176px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 147px" height="194" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_LBLQJ5CvgX0/R265nzwbBkI/AAAAAAAAAOg/1M5ZYMqEi2E/s320/P1010024.JPG" width="225" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Y en los muros de Puerto Natales quedan algunas expresiones de lo que fue este lugar cuando eran otros los que lo habitaban, antes de que se les condenara al olvido.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_LBLQJ5CvgX0/R2683TwbBnI/AAAAAAAAAO4/kqIxRgW5Ayo/s1600-h/P1010479.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_LBLQJ5CvgX0/R2683DwbBmI/AAAAAAAAAOw/IMwVRIgH82Y/s1600-h/P1010478.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147259078218286690" style="CURSOR: hand" height="140" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_LBLQJ5CvgX0/R2683DwbBmI/AAAAAAAAAOw/IMwVRIgH82Y/s320/P1010478.JPG" width="185" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_LBLQJ5CvgX0/R2684DwbBpI/AAAAAAAAAPI/3alCdN3I_Rc/s1600-h/P1010481.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147259095398155922" style="WIDTH: 195px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 140px" height="140" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_LBLQJ5CvgX0/R2684DwbBpI/AAAAAAAAAPI/3alCdN3I_Rc/s320/P1010481.JPG" width="181" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9111334787903548961-821491720833491945?l=diegoenlaenchilaada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111334787903548961/posts/default/821491720833491945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111334787903548961/posts/default/821491720833491945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diegoenlaenchilaada.blogspot.com/2007/12/as-es-el-fin-del-mundo.html' title='Así es el fin del Mundo'/><author><name>diego</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04531980541577297304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_LBLQJ5CvgX0/R265jTwbBiI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/7Zid_nySoDs/s72-c/P1010016.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9111334787903548961.post-2024895505045162365</id><published>2007-12-23T07:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-23T12:14:19.152-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Un viaje elemental. EL VIENTO</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_LBLQJ5CvgX0/R26BfTwbBFI/AAAAAAAAAKo/wpspdVzw070/s1600-h/P1010032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147193799010354258" style="WIDTH: 181px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 146px" height="166" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_LBLQJ5CvgX0/R26BfTwbBFI/AAAAAAAAAKo/wpspdVzw070/s320/P1010032.JPG" width="262" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_LBLQJ5CvgX0/R26HZTwbBHI/AAAAAAAAAK4/JZFq5ktbpTw/s1600-h/P1010138.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147200293000905842" style="WIDTH: 191px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 146px" height="165" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_LBLQJ5CvgX0/R26HZTwbBHI/AAAAAAAAAK4/JZFq5ktbpTw/s320/P1010138.JPG" width="260" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_LBLQJ5CvgX0/R26E3jwbBGI/AAAAAAAAAKw/JrixbYXw9B4/s1600-h/P1010133.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;La Patagonia es la tierra emergida más al sur del Planeta, después de la Antártida. En este lugar tan remoto y vasto los elementos parecen mostrarse en su expresión más exagerada. Es una convención de campeones del mundo natural. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;El VIENTO en la estepa tiene mucha prisa y quiere llevarte con él. Por eso, nadie se atreve a estar a más de un metro del suelo, ni las piedras. Sólo el &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ñandú&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (el avestruz sudamericano) ha hecho un pacto con el viento para quedarse en la inmensa estepa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9111334787903548961-2024895505045162365?l=diegoenlaenchilaada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111334787903548961/posts/default/2024895505045162365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111334787903548961/posts/default/2024895505045162365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diegoenlaenchilaada.blogspot.com/2007/12/un-viaje-elemental-el-viento.html' title='Un viaje elemental. EL VIENTO'/><author><name>diego</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04531980541577297304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_LBLQJ5CvgX0/R26BfTwbBFI/AAAAAAAAAKo/wpspdVzw070/s72-c/P1010032.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9111334787903548961.post-3520286934848222055</id><published>2007-12-23T07:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-23T12:03:18.862-08:00</updated><title type='text'>EL AGUA</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_LBLQJ5CvgX0/R26N2zwbBJI/AAAAAAAAALI/guDPkKwJ9Oo/s1600-h/P1010085.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147207396876813458" style="WIDTH: 183px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 147px" height="193" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_LBLQJ5CvgX0/R26N2zwbBJI/AAAAAAAAALI/guDPkKwJ9Oo/s320/P1010085.JPG" width="245" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_LBLQJ5CvgX0/R26UNjwbBNI/AAAAAAAAALo/9QkNYGMrMcA/s1600-h/P1010090.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147214384788604114" style="WIDTH: 203px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 147px" height="138" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_LBLQJ5CvgX0/R26UNjwbBNI/AAAAAAAAALo/9QkNYGMrMcA/s320/P1010090.JPG" width="203" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;EL AGUA adquiere una de sus formas más espectaculares en los extensos glaciares de la Patagonia (la tercera masa de hielo más grande de la Tierra, tras el Polo sur y Groenlandia).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_LBLQJ5CvgX0/R26TGjwbBMI/AAAAAAAAALg/9rQvQENo46Y/s1600-h/P1010058.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147213165017892034" style="WIDTH: 187px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 136px" height="159" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_LBLQJ5CvgX0/R26TGjwbBMI/AAAAAAAAALg/9rQvQENo46Y/s320/P1010058.JPG" width="257" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_LBLQJ5CvgX0/R26M_TwbBII/AAAAAAAAALA/O0QYdWvkAgE/s1600-h/P1010102.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147206443394073730" style="WIDTH: 192px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 136px" height="154" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_LBLQJ5CvgX0/R26M_TwbBII/AAAAAAAAALA/O0QYdWvkAgE/s320/P1010102.JPG" width="238" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Gigantes de hielo en formación militar, golpeando las montañas, avanzando lentamente hacia los lagos... y en primera fila, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;uno tras otro, cayendo abatidos por el sol y la lluvia. Su gemido de muerte nos deja mudos. Pero, arriba, no cesan de reclutar nuevos soldados para este bello e "inútil" suicidio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9111334787903548961-3520286934848222055?l=diegoenlaenchilaada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111334787903548961/posts/default/3520286934848222055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111334787903548961/posts/default/3520286934848222055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diegoenlaenchilaada.blogspot.com/2007/12/el-agua.html' title='EL AGUA'/><author><name>diego</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04531980541577297304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_LBLQJ5CvgX0/R26N2zwbBJI/AAAAAAAAALI/guDPkKwJ9Oo/s72-c/P1010085.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9111334787903548961.post-6572558200583199608</id><published>2007-12-23T07:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-23T12:03:37.639-08:00</updated><title type='text'>LA ROCA</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_LBLQJ5CvgX0/R26bDjwbBRI/AAAAAAAAAMI/jfgJQhAVwms/s1600-h/P1010274.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147221909571306770" style="WIDTH: 225px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 152px" height="162" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_LBLQJ5CvgX0/R26bDjwbBRI/AAAAAAAAAMI/jfgJQhAVwms/s320/P1010274.JPG" width="225" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_LBLQJ5CvgX0/R26h8TwbBTI/AAAAAAAAAMY/-XxNFhNMhJ4/s1600-h/P1010181.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147229481598649650" style="WIDTH: 156px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 152px" height="184" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_LBLQJ5CvgX0/R26h8TwbBTI/AAAAAAAAAMY/-XxNFhNMhJ4/s320/P1010181.JPG" width="135" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_LBLQJ5CvgX0/R26adDwbBQI/AAAAAAAAAMA/NxUj6CIcUi8/s1600-h/P1010274.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;LA ROCA en Chile está casi siempre presente. Es el marco de los paisajes. Con razón Pablo Neruda les dedica un libro de poemas ("Las piedras de Chile"). Pero, en Las Torres del Paine ya no quedan palabras para ensalzarlas. Solo a veces se dejan encerrar por un instante en el encuadre de una cámara y uno puede tratar de imaginar su belleza. Si tienes la suerte de estar allí para verlas, te quedará simplemente respirar hondo.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_LBLQJ5CvgX0/R26ZlDwbBPI/AAAAAAAAAL4/N1gxT5lT7ss/s1600-h/P1010453.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147220286073668850" style="WIDTH: 188px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 148px" height="150" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_LBLQJ5CvgX0/R26ZlDwbBPI/AAAAAAAAAL4/N1gxT5lT7ss/s320/P1010453.JPG" width="199" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_LBLQJ5CvgX0/R26cXDwbBSI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/4eIHq4rmX0Y/s1600-h/P1010456.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147223344090383650" style="WIDTH: 199px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 148px" height="162" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_LBLQJ5CvgX0/R26cXDwbBSI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/4eIHq4rmX0Y/s320/P1010456.JPG" width="220" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9111334787903548961-6572558200583199608?l=diegoenlaenchilaada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111334787903548961/posts/default/6572558200583199608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111334787903548961/posts/default/6572558200583199608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diegoenlaenchilaada.blogspot.com/2007/12/la-roca.html' title='LA ROCA'/><author><name>diego</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04531980541577297304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_LBLQJ5CvgX0/R26bDjwbBRI/AAAAAAAAAMI/jfgJQhAVwms/s72-c/P1010274.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9111334787903548961.post-89493435122333066</id><published>2007-12-23T07:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-23T12:04:02.014-08:00</updated><title type='text'>EL FUEGO</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Y solo faltaría uno, el último de los cuatro elementos, EL FUEGO. No voy a decir cuál es, creo que queda claro, no?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_LBLQJ5CvgX0/R26p8jwbBfI/AAAAAAAAAN4/LCrzNHjyUC4/s1600-h/P1010473.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147238281986639346" style="WIDTH: 189px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 146px" height="142" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_LBLQJ5CvgX0/R26p8jwbBfI/AAAAAAAAAN4/LCrzNHjyUC4/s320/P1010473.JPG" width="187" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_LBLQJ5CvgX0/R26p8TwbBeI/AAAAAAAAANw/2DtOCYZd6l4/s1600-h/P1010445.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147238277691672034" style="WIDTH: 184px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 146px" height="134" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_LBLQJ5CvgX0/R26p8TwbBeI/AAAAAAAAANw/2DtOCYZd6l4/s320/P1010445.JPG" width="181" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Estas tierras han albergado cientos de relatos épicos sobre exploradores, expediciones científicas y aventureros en busca de fortuna. Y aunque el espíritu de aquello hoy perdura, los que ahora llegamos hasta aquí nada tenemos que ver con nuestros antecesores.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_LBLQJ5CvgX0/R26lVzwbBZI/AAAAAAAAANI/jGbc3Dc6lXA/s1600-h/P1010439.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147233218220197266" style="WIDTH: 164px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 151px" height="120" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_LBLQJ5CvgX0/R26lVzwbBZI/AAAAAAAAANI/jGbc3Dc6lXA/s320/P1010439.JPG" width="160" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_LBLQJ5CvgX0/R26p8zwbBgI/AAAAAAAAAOA/10FCpaSJgu8/s1600-h/P1010195.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147238286281606658" style="WIDTH: 105px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 151px" height="177" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_LBLQJ5CvgX0/R26p8zwbBgI/AAAAAAAAAOA/10FCpaSJgu8/s320/P1010195.JPG" width="136" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_LBLQJ5CvgX0/R26u8zwbBhI/AAAAAAAAAOI/DfM1B1RU0l4/s1600-h/P1010409.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147243783839745554" style="WIDTH: 111px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 151px" height="181" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_LBLQJ5CvgX0/R26u8zwbBhI/AAAAAAAAAOI/DfM1B1RU0l4/s320/P1010409.JPG" width="135" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_LBLQJ5CvgX0/R26kGzwbBVI/AAAAAAAAAMo/tQZTMvfMuZ4/s1600-h/P1010259.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147231861010531666" style="WIDTH: 193px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 127px" height="149" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_LBLQJ5CvgX0/R26kGzwbBVI/AAAAAAAAAMo/tQZTMvfMuZ4/s320/P1010259.JPG" width="221" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_LBLQJ5CvgX0/R26kGjwbBUI/AAAAAAAAAMg/AZDN2i1Nolk/s1600-h/P1010150.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147231856715564354" style="WIDTH: 191px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 127px" height="155" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_LBLQJ5CvgX0/R26kGjwbBUI/AAAAAAAAAMg/AZDN2i1Nolk/s320/P1010150.JPG" width="233" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;No sé si la pasión con la que uno contempla estos lugares será parecida a la de aquellos, pero desde luego no las condiciones del viaje. Por eso, quizás, somos cientos de miles los turistas anuales en &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Patagonia&lt;/span&gt;. Que nadie se lleve a engaño.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9111334787903548961-89493435122333066?l=diegoenlaenchilaada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111334787903548961/posts/default/89493435122333066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111334787903548961/posts/default/89493435122333066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diegoenlaenchilaada.blogspot.com/2007/12/el-fuego.html' title='EL FUEGO'/><author><name>diego</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04531980541577297304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_LBLQJ5CvgX0/R26p8jwbBfI/AAAAAAAAAN4/LCrzNHjyUC4/s72-c/P1010473.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9111334787903548961.post-6158348745292338893</id><published>2007-11-16T20:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-16T20:43:11.391-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Estoy en la Patagonia</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_LBLQJ5CvgX0/Rz5vQlNdlWI/AAAAAAAAAJo/l4OVzTDz74A/s1600-h/post-cerrado-por-vacaciones.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 374px; height: 291px;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_LBLQJ5CvgX0/Rz5vQlNdlWI/AAAAAAAAAJo/l4OVzTDz74A/s320/post-cerrado-por-vacaciones.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133662955906110818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Chincha!! jeje&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9111334787903548961-6158348745292338893?l=diegoenlaenchilaada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111334787903548961/posts/default/6158348745292338893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111334787903548961/posts/default/6158348745292338893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diegoenlaenchilaada.blogspot.com/2007/11/estoy-en-la-patagonia.html' title='Estoy en la Patagonia'/><author><name>diego</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04531980541577297304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_LBLQJ5CvgX0/Rz5vQlNdlWI/AAAAAAAAAJo/l4OVzTDz74A/s72-c/post-cerrado-por-vacaciones.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9111334787903548961.post-8315173026450588765</id><published>2007-11-16T19:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-16T20:29:44.673-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Para los fans</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_LBLQJ5CvgX0/Rz5nlFNdlUI/AAAAAAAAAJY/OWO5HiVpW1Y/s1600-h/pichidangui+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 189px; height: 145px;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_LBLQJ5CvgX0/Rz5nlFNdlUI/AAAAAAAAAJY/OWO5HiVpW1Y/s320/pichidangui+002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133654512000406850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_LBLQJ5CvgX0/Rz5nylNdlVI/AAAAAAAAAJg/XtKDtcNFofw/s1600-h/pichidangui+017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 196px; height: 145px;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_LBLQJ5CvgX0/Rz5nylNdlVI/AAAAAAAAAJg/XtKDtcNFofw/s320/pichidangui+017.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133654743928640850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Conciertazo&lt;/span&gt; de Soda &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Stereo&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Bueenísimo&lt;/span&gt;!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; Tres horas, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;un lugar mágico, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;los músicos y el público entregados, lleno de nostálgicos..., que lástima que no me guste este grupo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Dedicado, un vídeo del momento.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/VNVatbB1cms&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/VNVatbB1cms&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9111334787903548961-8315173026450588765?l=diegoenlaenchilaada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111334787903548961/posts/default/8315173026450588765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111334787903548961/posts/default/8315173026450588765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diegoenlaenchilaada.blogspot.com/2007/11/para-los-fans.html' title='Para los fans'/><author><name>diego</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04531980541577297304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_LBLQJ5CvgX0/Rz5nlFNdlUI/AAAAAAAAAJY/OWO5HiVpW1Y/s72-c/pichidangui+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9111334787903548961.post-5020434695636685112</id><published>2007-10-30T20:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-16T19:57:39.597-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Acontecimientos importantes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_LBLQJ5CvgX0/Rz5cd1NdlSI/AAAAAAAAAJI/QKlQMYbv5gI/s1600-h/P1010151.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 192px; height: 144px;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_LBLQJ5CvgX0/Rz5cd1NdlSI/AAAAAAAAAJI/QKlQMYbv5gI/s320/P1010151.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133642292818449698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_LBLQJ5CvgX0/Rz5cM1NdlRI/AAAAAAAAAJA/cEyqQ9mRDRM/s1600-h/P1010171.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 195px; height: 144px;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_LBLQJ5CvgX0/Rz5cM1NdlRI/AAAAAAAAAJA/cEyqQ9mRDRM/s320/P1010171.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133642000760673554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Nunca es tarde para algunas cosas. Hace 30 años Villa &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Grimaldi&lt;/span&gt; era una prisión del régimen militar de &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Pinochet&lt;/span&gt;, donde chilenos de todo el país fueron torturados y asesinados. Hoy, convertido en el Parque por la Paz, ha acogido a los familiares de 42 víctimas de la dictadura en un emotivo homenaje, que quizás ayude a reparar su dolor &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;(y la memoria de algunos)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;. Del proceso judicial nada se sabe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desde el patio de Villa &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Grimaldi&lt;/span&gt;, los familiares dejaron volar 42 globos sobre el cielo de Santiago. Y ese fue el final.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_LBLQJ5CvgX0/Rz5cAVNdlQI/AAAAAAAAAI4/nkjUthM8S_8/s1600-h/P1010176.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 194px; height: 146px;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_LBLQJ5CvgX0/Rz5cAVNdlQI/AAAAAAAAAI4/nkjUthM8S_8/s320/P1010176.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133641786012308738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_LBLQJ5CvgX0/Rz5cuVNdlTI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/akbRx0pJcFA/s1600-h/P1010177.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 194px; height: 146px;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_LBLQJ5CvgX0/Rz5cuVNdlTI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/akbRx0pJcFA/s320/P1010177.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133642576286291250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9111334787903548961-5020434695636685112?l=diegoenlaenchilaada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111334787903548961/posts/default/5020434695636685112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111334787903548961/posts/default/5020434695636685112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diegoenlaenchilaada.blogspot.com/2007/10/acontecimientos-importantes.html' title='Acontecimientos importantes'/><author><name>diego</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04531980541577297304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_LBLQJ5CvgX0/Rz5cd1NdlSI/AAAAAAAAAJI/QKlQMYbv5gI/s72-c/P1010151.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9111334787903548961.post-5918887290069228623</id><published>2007-10-30T18:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-16T20:57:00.111-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Conviene no perder las buenas costumbres</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_LBLQJ5CvgX0/Ryf6v5zMcZI/AAAAAAAAAIo/8zyqG5JasQA/s1600-h/P1010011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 195px; height: 145px;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_LBLQJ5CvgX0/Ryf6v5zMcZI/AAAAAAAAAIo/8zyqG5JasQA/s320/P1010011.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127342401660940690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_LBLQJ5CvgX0/Ryf6IJzMcXI/AAAAAAAAAIY/V6z5DxVKvhU/s1600-h/P1010005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 194px; height: 145px;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_LBLQJ5CvgX0/Ryf6IJzMcXI/AAAAAAAAAIY/V6z5DxVKvhU/s320/P1010005.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127341718761140594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hacer ciencia en Chile resulta complicado. Especialmente si, lejos de crecer, el presupuesto se reduce a la mitad. En todo el país solo 300 alumnos pueden, como yo, iniciar una carrera científica. Fue muy emocionante juntarse con ellos y sus profesores para reclamar lo que corresponde. Y al final, como eternos universitarios, siempre recurrimos al césped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_LBLQJ5CvgX0/Ryf56ZzMcWI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/9noGC318-4g/s1600-h/P1010014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 201px; height: 149px;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_LBLQJ5CvgX0/Ryf56ZzMcWI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/9noGC318-4g/s320/P1010014.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127341482537939298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_LBLQJ5CvgX0/Ryf7J5zMcaI/AAAAAAAAAIw/LXLJ64WXps8/s1600-h/P1010002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 189px; height: 149px;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_LBLQJ5CvgX0/Ryf7J5zMcaI/AAAAAAAAAIw/LXLJ64WXps8/s320/P1010002.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127342848337539490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Otra costumbre que sienta muy bien mantener (incluso a 10.000 km de mi vida "normal") es el teatro. Y para ello Chile es un lugar excepcional. Aquí, la interpretación y la dramaturgia tienen categoría de carrera universitaria y eso se nota. Así que cogiendo ideas... ya veréis, jeje.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9111334787903548961-5918887290069228623?l=diegoenlaenchilaada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111334787903548961/posts/default/5918887290069228623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111334787903548961/posts/default/5918887290069228623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diegoenlaenchilaada.blogspot.com/2007/10/sin-perder-las-buenas-costumbres.html' title='Conviene no perder las buenas costumbres'/><author><name>diego</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04531980541577297304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_LBLQJ5CvgX0/Ryf6v5zMcZI/AAAAAAAAAIo/8zyqG5JasQA/s72-c/P1010011.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9111334787903548961.post-5638591801035702988</id><published>2007-10-30T16:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-01T08:47:22.796-07:00</updated><title type='text'>La X Región</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_LBLQJ5CvgX0/RyfJLpzMcFI/AAAAAAAAAGI/dgnptUiHaWE/s1600-h/volcan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 176px; height: 155px;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_LBLQJ5CvgX0/RyfJLpzMcFI/AAAAAAAAAGI/dgnptUiHaWE/s320/volcan.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127287902820921426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_LBLQJ5CvgX0/RyfO_5zMcMI/AAAAAAAAAHA/7ubxbtU5kRg/s1600-h/P1010048.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 208px; height: 155px;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_LBLQJ5CvgX0/RyfO_5zMcMI/AAAAAAAAAHA/7ubxbtU5kRg/s320/P1010048.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127294298027225282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Registrar las "voces" de ranas y aves. Eso nos trajo al bosque austral del Parque Nacional Pérez Rosales, un lugar que ha visto el paso de grandes coladas de lava, glaciares desde los Andes y políticas de quema y deforestación (curiosamente, impulsadas por el tal "Pérez" en el s.XIX). Ahora soporta la lluvia más 200 días al año. ¿Y quedan animales aquí? ¡Ya lo creo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_LBLQJ5CvgX0/RyfJ2pzMcHI/AAAAAAAAAGY/DGrmdOe-89Y/s1600-h/diego+currando.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 161px; height: 170px;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_LBLQJ5CvgX0/RyfJ2pzMcHI/AAAAAAAAAGY/DGrmdOe-89Y/s320/diego+currando.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127288641555296370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_LBLQJ5CvgX0/RyfRG5zMcPI/AAAAAAAAAHY/yHXyStA3-Kg/s1600-h/P1010146.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 227px; height: 170px;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_LBLQJ5CvgX0/RyfRG5zMcPI/AAAAAAAAAHY/yHXyStA3-Kg/s320/P1010146.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127296617309565170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Y entre los bosques, algunas gentes malviven en pequeñas "chabolas" de madera, como pioneros, colonos del lejano oeste que no consiguieron hacer fortuna en la tierra prometida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; Al menos, la ventana de la ducha mira al bosque.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_LBLQJ5CvgX0/RyfD4JzMb5I/AAAAAAAAAEw/HN3oCrDlbLg/s1600-h/P1010150.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 166px; height: 161px;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_LBLQJ5CvgX0/RyfD4JzMb5I/AAAAAAAAAEw/HN3oCrDlbLg/s320/P1010150.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127282070255333266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_LBLQJ5CvgX0/RyfEIJzMb6I/AAAAAAAAAE4/PyN8mRDxEs8/s1600-h/P1010039.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 219px; height: 161px;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_LBLQJ5CvgX0/RyfEIJzMb6I/AAAAAAAAAE4/PyN8mRDxEs8/s320/P1010039.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127282345133240226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9111334787903548961-5638591801035702988?l=diegoenlaenchilaada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111334787903548961/posts/default/5638591801035702988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111334787903548961/posts/default/5638591801035702988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diegoenlaenchilaada.blogspot.com/2007/10/al-sur.html' title='La X Región'/><author><name>diego</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04531980541577297304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_LBLQJ5CvgX0/RyfJLpzMcFI/AAAAAAAAAGI/dgnptUiHaWE/s72-c/volcan.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9111334787903548961.post-7471689945631453087</id><published>2007-10-30T16:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-01T08:34:05.672-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cosas de la ciudad</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;En Santiago se dice que desde que las autoridades han tratado de poner orden en el sistema urbano de transporte todo es un caos (!?). Casi nadie parece estar contento y es uno de los principales debates en la calle, a pesar de lo moderno de bus y  metro. Solo algunos parecen disfrutarlo, y a lo grande. ¡La gente está loca!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kyrl2u-3blM"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 386px; height: 283px;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_LBLQJ5CvgX0/RyZngpzMb3I/AAAAAAAAAEg/QMVtszh5B0s/s320/Picture+1.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126899036481941362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Pincha sobre la imagen para reproducir el &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;vídeo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9111334787903548961-7471689945631453087?l=diegoenlaenchilaada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111334787903548961/posts/default/7471689945631453087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111334787903548961/posts/default/7471689945631453087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diegoenlaenchilaada.blogspot.com/2007/10/cosas-de-la-ciudad_29.html' title='Cosas de la ciudad'/><author><name>diego</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04531980541577297304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_LBLQJ5CvgX0/RyZngpzMb3I/AAAAAAAAAEg/QMVtszh5B0s/s72-c/Picture+1.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9111334787903548961.post-7931019326210073576</id><published>2007-10-30T16:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-01T08:19:05.833-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Voto por la Cordillera</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_LBLQJ5CvgX0/Ryft_JzMcRI/AAAAAAAAAHo/TNVz_ulnHCY/s1600-h/IMG_4591.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 190px; height: 140px;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_LBLQJ5CvgX0/Ryft_JzMcRI/AAAAAAAAAHo/TNVz_ulnHCY/s320/IMG_4591.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127328370002784530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_LBLQJ5CvgX0/Ryfu3ZzMcSI/AAAAAAAAAHw/2OoA3sbWLn8/s1600-h/IMG_4590.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 189px; height: 140px;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_LBLQJ5CvgX0/Ryfu3ZzMcSI/AAAAAAAAAHw/2OoA3sbWLn8/s320/IMG_4590.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127329336370426146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Si hubiera que elegir un monumento para Santiago no tengo duda de que sería la Cordillera. Habrá otros, pero no como éste. Imaginad que acercamos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;la Sierra de Guadarrama&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; a 10 km de la Puerta del Sol y después la multiplicamos por 3. Pues así. La Cordillera se mantiene oculta por una cortina gris, como si vigilara la ciudad, y d&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;e repente, en pleno día, sin avisar, se y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ergue sobre nosotros... y yo me quedo de "piedra".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_LBLQJ5CvgX0/RyfxNJzMcUI/AAAAAAAAAIA/bYwW0CnmzvQ/s1600-h/P1010140.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 178px; height: 134px;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_LBLQJ5CvgX0/RyfxNJzMcUI/AAAAAAAAAIA/bYwW0CnmzvQ/s320/P1010140.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127331909055836482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_LBLQJ5CvgX0/RyfxepzMcVI/AAAAAAAAAII/pXvkNZWuM2w/s1600-h/Stgo_Abril.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 206px; height: 135px;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_LBLQJ5CvgX0/RyfxepzMcVI/AAAAAAAAAII/pXvkNZWuM2w/s320/Stgo_Abril.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127332209703547218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9111334787903548961-7931019326210073576?l=diegoenlaenchilaada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111334787903548961/posts/default/7931019326210073576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111334787903548961/posts/default/7931019326210073576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diegoenlaenchilaada.blogspot.com/2007/10/la-cordillera.html' title='Voto por la Cordillera'/><author><name>diego</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04531980541577297304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_LBLQJ5CvgX0/Ryft_JzMcRI/AAAAAAAAAHo/TNVz_ulnHCY/s72-c/IMG_4591.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9111334787903548961.post-3444551254466500351</id><published>2007-10-28T15:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-28T20:14:16.903-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Aquí el monte es, más bien, el MONTE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_LBLQJ5CvgX0/RyUarZzMbiI/AAAAAAAAABo/keynbilDAgk/s1600-h/P1010058.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 192px; height: 144px;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_LBLQJ5CvgX0/RyUarZzMbiI/AAAAAAAAABo/keynbilDAgk/s320/P1010058.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126533083793485346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_LBLQJ5CvgX0/RyUYnZzMbgI/AAAAAAAAABY/FviRKi49V-A/s1600-h/P1010018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 196px; height: 144px;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_LBLQJ5CvgX0/RyUYnZzMbgI/AAAAAAAAABY/FviRKi49V-A/s320/P1010018.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126530816050753026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:130%;" &gt;Esto es el Cajón del Maipo (el Cañón del río Maipo), uno de los lugares más frecuentados por los santiaguinos para pasar el fin de semana, hacerse un asado y pasear por la Cordillera. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:130%;" &gt;Algo así como La Pedriza, pero a lo grande, porque aquí el monte es, más bien, el MONTE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:130%;" &gt;El paisaje quita el hipo, la verdad, y recuerda mucho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:130%;" &gt; a algunas películas del oeste americano. Para que decir más si están las fotos, jeje. ¡Que emoción, pensar que estamos en los Andes, caray!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_LBLQJ5CvgX0/RyUcEpzMblI/AAAAAAAAACA/3JIT9O7UvDk/s1600-h/P1010119.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 193px; height: 142px;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_LBLQJ5CvgX0/RyUcEpzMblI/AAAAAAAAACA/3JIT9O7UvDk/s320/P1010119.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126534617096810066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_LBLQJ5CvgX0/RyUaS5zMbhI/AAAAAAAAABg/67t8jZyATCg/s1600-h/P1010056.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 193px; height: 142px;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_LBLQJ5CvgX0/RyUaS5zMbhI/AAAAAAAAABg/67t8jZyATCg/s320/P1010056.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126532662886690322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9111334787903548961-3444551254466500351?l=diegoenlaenchilaada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111334787903548961/posts/default/3444551254466500351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111334787903548961/posts/default/3444551254466500351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diegoenlaenchilaada.blogspot.com/2007/10/el-monte-es-aqu-el-monte.html' title='Aquí el monte es, más bien, el MONTE'/><author><name>diego</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04531980541577297304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_LBLQJ5CvgX0/RyUarZzMbiI/AAAAAAAAABo/keynbilDAgk/s72-c/P1010058.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9111334787903548961.post-1638137841223915219</id><published>2007-10-28T15:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-29T16:18:09.481-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Aprendiendo chileno</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_LBLQJ5CvgX0/RyVd5pzMb1I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/EUxZLaSoDAg/s1600-h/P1010143.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 373px; height: 129px;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_LBLQJ5CvgX0/RyVd5pzMb1I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/EUxZLaSoDAg/s320/P1010143.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126606995885682514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Al elegir Chile como destino, creía evitarme los inconvenientes del idioma en un país extranjero. Esto no es Kentucky (por decir "algo"), pero hasta aquí cuesta entenderse.  Ahí va una pequeña muestra de las divertidas variaciones del español que uno se encuentra.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;- Si alguien se DEVUELVE,  es que regresa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;- Si alguien se PARA, es que se pone de pie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;- CRANEAR es pensar, darle vueltas a la cabeza.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;- Por lo tanto, CULEAR es ... (No puede ser más gráfico)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;- Una GUAGUA es un bebé.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;- El CONFORT, el papel higiénico.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;- Y LA POLLA es un tipo de lotería, que lleva la empresa La Polla Chilena de Beneficencia (sin comentarios).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y esto es sólo el principio... ¡Qué país, jeje!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9111334787903548961-1638137841223915219?l=diegoenlaenchilaada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111334787903548961/posts/default/1638137841223915219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111334787903548961/posts/default/1638137841223915219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diegoenlaenchilaada.blogspot.com/2007/10/aprendiendo-chileno.html' title='Aprendiendo chileno'/><author><name>diego</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04531980541577297304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_LBLQJ5CvgX0/RyVd5pzMb1I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/EUxZLaSoDAg/s72-c/P1010143.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9111334787903548961.post-4345828886496029951</id><published>2007-10-28T15:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-29T05:36:08.188-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Como en casa</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_LBLQJ5CvgX0/RyU8TJzMbuI/AAAAAAAAADk/xFXvAfUNvC0/s1600-h/P1010121.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 194px; height: 144px;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_LBLQJ5CvgX0/RyU8TJzMbuI/AAAAAAAAADk/xFXvAfUNvC0/s320/P1010121.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126570050577002210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_LBLQJ5CvgX0/RyXTTJzMb2I/AAAAAAAAAEY/FN71oNSBbOY/s1600-h/P1010010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 192px; height: 144px;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_LBLQJ5CvgX0/RyXTTJzMb2I/AAAAAAAAAEY/FN71oNSBbOY/s320/P1010010.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126736076832796514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: justify;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Llegué a vivir a uno de los barrios pijos de Santiago, La Comuna Providencia. Y estoy encantado, jeje. Mi cuarto es tan grande que puedo entrar en el armario de pie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Comparto el piso con estudiantes de diversos lugares del planeta (Suecia, Colombia, China,...). Gracias a la nave voladora supersónica &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;que tiene cada uno instalado en su "pieza", eso que nos da por llamar internet, prácticamente ninguno se relaciona con el que habita a dos metros de su puerta. Aunque se va superando.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_LBLQJ5CvgX0/RyU9e5zMbwI/AAAAAAAAAD0/CHHn1H-15mE/s1600-h/P1010149.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 189px; height: 141px;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_LBLQJ5CvgX0/RyU9e5zMbwI/AAAAAAAAAD0/CHHn1H-15mE/s320/P1010149.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126571351952092930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_LBLQJ5CvgX0/RyU9CZzMbvI/AAAAAAAAADs/MpYuv4SBuoI/s1600-h/P1010126.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 188px; height: 141px;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_LBLQJ5CvgX0/RyU9CZzMbvI/AAAAAAAAADs/MpYuv4SBuoI/s320/P1010126.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126570862325821170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9111334787903548961-4345828886496029951?l=diegoenlaenchilaada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111334787903548961/posts/default/4345828886496029951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111334787903548961/posts/default/4345828886496029951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diegoenlaenchilaada.blogspot.com/2007/10/como-en-casa.html' title='Como en casa'/><author><name>diego</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04531980541577297304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_LBLQJ5CvgX0/RyU8TJzMbuI/AAAAAAAAADk/xFXvAfUNvC0/s72-c/P1010121.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9111334787903548961.post-8828387044114773825</id><published>2007-10-28T15:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-28T20:16:25.169-07:00</updated><title type='text'>33º Latitud Sur, 70º Longitud Oeste</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_LBLQJ5CvgX0/RyUSG5zMbXI/AAAAAAAAAAU/KtDByjEL5u8/s1600-h/P1010006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_LBLQJ5CvgX0/RyUSG5zMbXI/AAAAAAAAAAU/KtDByjEL5u8/s400/P1010006.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126523660635237746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Una foto bonita para empezar el viaje.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lo primero es situarse. Estoy pasado el Amazonas, más abajo del trópico de Capricornio, una vez cruzados los Andes y el desierto de Atacama.&lt;br /&gt;Lejos, muy lejos... de mi casa (guuuuaa!!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9111334787903548961-8828387044114773825?l=diegoenlaenchilaada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111334787903548961/posts/default/8828387044114773825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111334787903548961/posts/default/8828387044114773825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diegoenlaenchilaada.blogspot.com/2007/10/blog-post.html' title='33º Latitud Sur, 70º Longitud Oeste'/><author><name>diego</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04531980541577297304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_LBLQJ5CvgX0/RyUSG5zMbXI/AAAAAAAAAAU/KtDByjEL5u8/s72-c/P1010006.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry></feed>
