Apartments Del Rey
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... a cafe around 10:15 and the place was packed, busy, ALIVE! As I walked through the streets back to the apartment, there were people all over the place. They had a certain light about them that just made it feel like they were that much more alive than those on the other side of the island.
I know I was in an area of San An that is much more residential than the other side of the town, but I can tell that my spirit is so much fuller over here. I feel that even time ...
... high high heels with exposed legs and short skirts. Now, Im not playing prude or modest, as I have worn heels and skirts to church, but for some reason these ladies stood out to me. Maybe it was because in my mind its almost December, and although its fairly warm here still, above knee skirts and 3-4 inch heels that I would imagine a woman wearing to a fancy dinner or something that you would actually dress to the nines for, seems out of place for ...
... in Spanish and then smiled. I had no idea what she was talking about but then slowed down and tried to explain that she noticed that I am doing the steps correctly, but I just need to put more umph into the steps and make them Flamenco steps. Everyone in the class gave me a smile and extended pat on the back. I was on cloud 9. Now, if only I can keep the steps when the quick tempo comes.
This brings me back to that song. After days like yesterday, ...
... muchas cosas, pero está nerve-wracking. Time will tell.
The language is beginning to come out more often. As I was telling Fede yesterday, un día, voy a sorprender a todos y empezar a hablar en español, entonces, nunca parar.
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~Tres meses desde el accidente de bici. Scar is looking good, but the muscle has been giving me some problems. Probably due to my increased physical activity. I inquired about doing PT here with the insurance ...
The weeks are passing and my smile continues. There are days where I feel alone in the world, like I have been stranded on a deserted island. Most days that last part is visually painstaking true, but the people that have entered my life make me feel as though I am just living in a small town with life in its people, not its streets. I could not have asked for a better group of people to have entered my life at this stage. What I need to remember ...