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I decided to stop the spate of entries from Lebanon, but there is still a lot and very fun stuff to tell, because the variety is the spice. As we say in the title of this post the "show business" is something I've always liked. It was a couple of weeks ago one of my guardian angels, Edu Schell, decided to write an article about players who were active and no team saw fit to include me in a section entitled sympathetically "Hoop In Paro" . In that article, Tom showed his good writing and laced with some of my videos. Anyway, it looks like this little chapter of my life had greater importance this time than at other times and led to a flood of calls, comments and emails from a myriad of people who wanted to contact me. All told, some of them wanted to invest in their companies and projects to which I wondered to myself ... but what part of "I'm unemployed" have not understood this? The fact is that there was a call that made me especially excited. A call UYYYYY editorial coordinator, a program presented by Oscar Terol EITB who is currently sporting a tone "Avidaurretao" We plan that laughter.

Isa first thing I said when I called I'm going to freak out with what I will offer to which I reply that I'm freaking out because someone is calling me on behalf of EITB and that person has an Andalusian accent. Then I recognized that this first call is always a touchdown and a "test" to see if the person contacted will not clash with the tone of the program. He told me to hear such a response automatically knew that I would feel comfortable. After a moment of laughter I asked if I would be interested in going as a guest on the show that is broadcast UYYYYY ETB2 and recorded in San Sebastian. I told him to San Sebastian I would do whatever it takes, as if you should go to the impound lot trash clean wastes from the local fishmongers. It goes without saying that such comments reaffirmed yet again its belief that I would feel comfortable on set.

After all exchanges of relevant information presented on Monday in San Sebastian me eager to know the Andalusian who works in the EITB to explain to me a little of this goes. I stated in the hotel and offers me coffee or a gin and tonic, I answer that one and then the other and takes me to Peine de Los Vientos. Isa, as it can not be otherwise with that sublime combination of salt Andalusian Basque and lifestyle, it makes me aware of the program and enjoy our snack with a unique setting before our eyes, nothing more and nothing less than Chillida to our left and the island of Santa Clara presiding over the bay right in front of us. When he said that we were repressed tears and screaming because I thought it would be embarrassing to see an adult mounting it like a spoiled child and all red, clinging to the stool, the mother pulls him. That if I had to lift the seat with a spatula because I wanted to go.

Once the parade begins studies of people, descriptions of their activities and names, many names. Itziar Upon arrival, it Zarautz, leads me to the studio and sits next to me who is very involved Itu following the script during the test. He spent one thing that alerted me. Not surprised me more, if that test or that Oscar Terol not want to see him in order to surprise during the program. When I heard that I felt a small knot in the stomach. Itziar me out of the set and leads me to the "hospitality room" than for non-English speakers is where the grub and beers go. I rushed over tortilla and potato croquettes with ham as if he had not eaten in a month and tried to get rid of the little knot in the stomach. What I should get. Three beers ½ tortilla was calmer after a photo. Take me to make and after forcing the poor makeup artist to perform miracles for me and I can not return to the room of nosh. They talk to Jose Iragorri the great "singer" of cod, for him there are goals but cod, and share anecdotes. Soon comes the mad goat Patxi Salinas and the fun begins. Thank God Itu soon appeared to bring order and was not a major thing but worse. Needless to say they were very nice but highly recommended by my colleagues in Zarautz, Ignacio, Sergio Fausto and I prefer the slim and interesting company Agurne Anasagasti and Ainhoa \u200b\u200bSánchez. We give the notice to go to the set and the show begins.

only know that for them was a more but for me it was an opportunity to see how to do one of my videos but big, more professional. Upon entering the set I stumbled upon a Chroma Key (green screen used for effects of location) that was there because he was not folding if you do not see it installed on my "production studio" or my house understand. At the end Oscar (Terol) did not prepare me any dirty tricks, which, if I'm honest, I was a little disappointed, and the program was fun. I enjoyed watching Valentino Rossi, and even the very Valdano Sara Carbonero. I got to sit closely with Mourinho who came to offer to play for Real Madrid SOCCER PLAYERS. God would say Dementia!! Besides these two characters met, and these really, really interesting. Listen to Larry Lucas, the women's team player of the Royal Society opens the mind to one. I had a lot to say and also to explain very well was an issue that has a lot of crumbs and very interesting. I also enjoyed Bengoetxea Oniatz knowing that I later learned that Cristiano Ronaldo is the Basque ball and a natural sea uncle and friendly. Quite an honor. At the end was an incredible moment which I enjoyed up to the plate of ham napkin. It made me very short and I kept wanting to say more things but we must not forget that I was the guest. Someday if I have my own show ...

Well I'll tell you no more, then I leave the video to see him and judge for yourselves. Quedais warned.

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, Catherina

My youngest daughter, my princess reaches age 8.
it sounds corny and trite, I can not believe how fast happened.
close my eyes and whiff can still feel your baby and the warmth of her little body almost 4 kilos in my chest.
I open, and I see a smart girl, beautiful, humble, mature, incredibly sweet and talented ...
All I can say is thank God for giving me the great honor of electing me as the mother of this child!!
do not know which is what I've done well, or what God was on me to consider me worthy of such a prize, but with all my heart I thank you every day.



i love you, Catherina Maria Serena!

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travel plan became clear to us upon arrival. We would spend the morning playing with the English contingent visiting them in the most important positions for the sole purpose of making them a good time. The afternoons we had reserved a pavilion Marjaayoun with children from nearby villages. The first three days with the kids "corridor Christian" and last week we would play with the children of KafarKela. The latter in particular had the added difficulty that the population was predominantly Shi'ite party Hezbollah and to make matters worse was literally attached to the Blue Line. The last straw was that they did not come to the pavilion after us who we move into its territory.

The first day with the kids was an experience that I will be honest if I did not find anything that had not already done in English territory. It is true that I noticed a big difference between Christian children and Muslims. The first days with the Christians was all much easier. Curiously, the basketball is not a popular sport in the land giving the popularity, hang males, PING PONG. As Peter and I knew Tennis precious little we stick to our own and once divided the children into age groups organized a very light workout and according to their knowledge. Recall that it was to pass it well. Except for two or three who would gladly have strangled before the thing everyone was well and everyone had fun. At the final presentation of diplomas were signed by Peter and a server, multiple photos and a can of soda. More than one the soda was home looking as if it were a small object from outer space came and looked at the diploma, signed so fondly, as if intended to wrap such a treasure.

Our last experience with children was perhaps the most significant. The fact that a group of "infidels", two of them dressed in bright colors and in shorts, you walk around in the village and also invaded the courtyard of a school was not something that happens very often in a town where Cow carnage comes alive at the entrance to the store and spot the slaughters to view. When you enter a normal school playground is expected colors live, children running around, baskets, goals, etc ... you can imagine we Sesame Street. However, upon entering it and away to remember something as warm as the Gallina Caponata, a picture of Prison Break arrampló with Count Dracula, Bert and Ernie and all their friends. The school yard was packed with children wearing blue jeans and was chaired by two gleaming baskets made for the occasion quite sure that estrenábamos us. That is it was not anything special. Seeing all this I was glad to not have seen the cow show because if I was not one that comes out of legs.

voltage is breathed everywhere. The kids right away to see us smile and laugh at us with a defiant challenge us without pushing too abruptly. Peter and I are doing our best show of smiles that are gradually diluted by failing to pass a shred of enthusiasm. The smile becomes a little forced. One of them grabbed my arm and tells me to show you the biceps. Ja, child, "but you do not know that I go to the gym and call me Hulk? I demonstrate thinking, "this kid is going to shit" and the guy that feeds on press looks at me and I'm pretty sure I called Noob in a dialect of Arabic. Of course, as dictated by the rule of nature in terms of the alpha male made his demonstration. When caught her arm at the biceps and freak out about how hard it is that the very nice sticks his arm to the side leaving my hand between the two and with a quick and controlled movement twists my wrist just enough to hurt me but without reaching rompérmela. I could only make two motions, one look at my wrist to see if it was broken and two, to poker face as if "a child of 10 years almost break my wrist" would not have happened.

Never in my life seen such aggressive trapped in bodies so small. It was impossible to perform any exercise without having to stop because a group of children who wanted the ball was being kicked, punched and kneed by the possession of the leather. At the end we had to shorten the session it was difficult to keep the attention of children. The girls, of course apart and sitting on the stairs in the shade, we did cheerleading but if not encouraging the practice of sport or combat. At the end we delivered a basketball ball sports council of the village and the school principal. They looked at us weird and gladly accepted. Seeing that none of the kids had played basketball before I get the feeling that they will break many ankles playing these new footballs and heavy oranges.

Truly entered what we thought was the lion's den and we stress our work. In the end, as though children do not remember, we get to see us as friends. The head of the school and the council seemed enthusiastic about the appearance and asked us again and again to be repeated on other occasions. The request seemed genuine and sincere with what I think our bit for peace as we have. What we had to take the eye with pain and a bruised wrist, but our part is set.