text:
What to Do around The Westin Golf Resort & Spa, Playa Conchal
Collected by Westin AFAR
The beaches and inland regions of Costa Rica's Guanacaste province are known for their jaw-dropping natural beauty and wildlife, as well as their delicious eats, laid-back nightlife, outdoor adventures, and surprisingly good shopping. Here's your guide to what you shouldn't miss during your stay in paradise.
Photo by David Berkowitz/Flickr
Rincon Corobici
When Costa Rica became known internationally as a top ecotourism destination, one of the activities most commonly promoted in advertisements was whitewater rafting. That's because the country has many rivers that thread across varied landscapes,...
Photo by Tambako the Jaguar/Flickr
Parque Nacional Barra Honda
Guanacaste Province, Costa Rica
While it's not recommended for people who are afraid of the dark or who tend to feel claustrophobic in small spaces, travelers who like adventures demanding physical fitness will likely enjoy a cave hike in Barra Honda National Park. A guide leads...
Photo courtesy of ReFLEXion Yoga Tamarindo
ReFLEXion Yoga Tamarindo
Guanacaste Province, Tamarindo, Costa Rica
What better way to rejuvenate than a yoga class and massage on the beach? Lorena at ReFLEXion Yoga Tamarindo is a gifted and soothing yoga instructor and healer. Besides the yoga classes (for all levels), she also offers an array of other healing...
Photo by Barry Peters`/Flickr
Guanacaste Province, Coco, Costa Rica
If you are a diver, or have always wanted to take scuba lessons, Playa del Coco is a great jumping-off point for exploring the deep blue. Visibility may not be as good as in the Caribbean, but the area makes up for it with the rich and varied...
Photo courtesy of Guaitil Pottery Studio
Guaitil Pottery Studio
Guaitil Pottery Studio in Tamarindo is a truly unique experience. Here, owner Arbin Espinosa Guevara displays and sells his Guaitil pottery, and gives lessons to visitors interested in learning the craft themselves. One of the few remaining...
Photo courtesy of Point Break Surf
Playa Flamingo
Provincia de Guanacaste, Playa Flamingo, Costa Rica
The latest craze to hit Costa Rican waters is Stand Up Paddleboarding (SUP). After a simple lesson, you can be sliding across the waves, over coral reefs and fish, and into sea coves, all while standing on a large surf board! One of the best SUP...
The Westin Resort & Spa
Playa Conchal G Cabo Velas, Provincia de Guanacaste, 50308, Costa Rica
Sometimes, the best day of vacation is spent hanging out at and around the hotel and finishing off the evening with some entertainment. On-site at the Westin is the Astrea Theater Bar and Lounge, where guests can enjoy live performances by local...
Photo courtesy of The Westin Golf Resort & Spa, Playa Conchal
Nicoya Peninsula
Playa Conchal, Provincia de Guanacaste, Costa Rica
Whether under the noonday sun or overlooking a romantic sunset, one of the best ways to explore the Nicoya Peninsula is by sailboat or catamaran. There's a good chance you'll spot green turtles and dolphins swimming through the Guanacaste waters...
Photo by Gary J
Near Ocotal Beach
Ocotal Beach, Guanacaste Province, Costa Rica
Not only is zip lining along a rainforest canopy a great adrenaline rush, it is also a wonderful way to get close to the wildlife of the rugged Nicoya shoreline. Costa Rica has over 800 species of bird, and you'll see and hear many of them in the...
Photo by Arturo Sotillo/Flickr
Playa Conchal makes every list of Costa Rica's most beautiful beaches, and once you see it, you'll know why: sand made up of crushed shells; water that has somehow taken on a more turquoise hue than the rest of the coast; gentle, lapping waves; a...
Photo by Camilo Christen
Alajuela Province, La Fortuna, Costa Rica
Hike up to El Arenal's gray volcanic cone for a magnificent view of La Fortuna, one of Costa Rica's most celebrated destinations. Locals and expats alike are mad for the area's hot springs, fun locavore restaurants,...
Palo Verde National Park
Provincia de Guanacaste, Bagaces, Costa Rica
Palo Verde National Park is the perfect escape for avid wildlife and bird watchers. The park is one of the world's most important wetland sanctuaries and a vacation destination for many species of migratory birds. It is also home to crocodiles,...
Rincón de la Vieja National Park
The thermal hot springs in Rincón de La Vieja at Rio Negro (Black River) may not be as well known as those in the Arenal area, but we had the pools and surrounding forest to ourselves. From where we stayed at the Hacienda Guachipelin...
Photo courtesy of Painted Pony Guest Ranch & Casagua Horses
Casaguas Horses Tours
Guanacaste is Costa Rican cowboy country, so it is only fitting to saddle up and gallop along a tropical beach with the wind in your hair. The area around Playa Conchal is full of stables and tour operators, but one of the best is Casaguas Horses...
Photo by Krishna Santhanam/Flickr
Guanacaste Province, Playa Hermosa, Costa Rica
Visitors who are already SCUBA certified can register for a half-day or full-day diving excursion with Sirenas Diving, which leads guided trips to sweet diving spots in the Playas del Coco and Playa Hermosa area. Visibility in the dry season...
Playa Grande, Provincia de Guanacaste, Costa Rica
The Gold Coast is a legendary surfing destination, and veteran surfers make pilgrimages from all over the world to catch these waves. Playa Grande is the granddaddy of all Costa Rican surfing beaches, and it doubles as a nesting ground for...
Photo by by
Blue Marlin Sportfishing
Ready to get that perfect photo of yourself on a boat holding the massive marlin you just caught? Playa del Coco is a sport-fishing mecca and anglers from all over the world (or, at least, every corner of the USA) congregate here to fish the...
Reserva Conchal Golf Club
Enjoy the thrill of world-class golf at Reserva Conchal Golf Club. Meticulously crafted by the golf course architect Robert Trent Jones II, the Par 71 championship course winds its way around lakes, ravines and manicured Bermuda-grass greens....
Photo by Abir Anwar/Flickr
Get your motor runnin' on a popular All Terrain Vehicle adventure tour, an exhilarating way to see the countryside. Cruise rugged trails from the mountains through the dry tropical forest to the beach and back again, visiting small pueblos along...
Photo by Héctor Calderón
Fraijanes
Fraijanes, Provincia de Alajuela, Alajuela, Costa Rica
This enchanting corner of Costa Rica, blessed with a superb climate, provides visitors with a chance to experience an ideal rural setting. If you'd like some action with your relaxation, you're well positioned to hit...
Dragonfly Bar & Grill
Corona Street,, 100 meters behind Hotel Pasatiempo,, Provincia de Guanacaste, Playa Tamarindo, Guanacaste, 50309, Costa Rica
On Wednesday evenings, visit Dragonfly Bar & Grill, located just off the main drag about 100 meters northeast of the Hotel Pasatiempo on Corona Street (I know, an actual address would help, but this is Tamarindo). At the Dragonfly, you'll find...
SNUBA Costa Rica
The magic of the Pacific Ocean inspired Michael Wunderlich and Paula Saenz to bring SNUBA to Guanacaste, Costa Rica. They offer two four-hour diving tours, one in the morning and one in the afternoon. Both include two diving locations in the...


text:
Encounter wildlife on a day full of fun
Wildlife refuge Karpin Fauna is the ideal plan for people 0 to 99 years old. Are you going to miss it?
In an ancient 20ha estate in the Karrantza Valley, Karpin Fauna rescues wild animals that need protection and cannot live in their natural habitats. Individuals of more than 55 animal species live in the park, which attracts more than 50,000 visitors a year.
The park was founded to become a home to diverse wildlife, giving animals shelter and protection. Every animal has a moving story behind it. Listen to them all in Karpin Fauna.
The park has different areas where you can watch wild animals, or walk among dinosaurs and the animals that thrived when those large reptiles became extinct. Also, children have a playground specially designed for them.
Bizkaia family friendly
Planes para disfrutar en familia
null Encounter wildlife on a day full of fun
iytu.reportaje.rutas
On a day full of fun and adventure, the whole family will learn to protect natural resources and commit to sustainable tourism in a two-and-a-half hour tour of this recreational centre.
Since 1995, the park has been a wildlife rescue and rehabilitation centre. As such, its mission is to preserve and protect the region's native wildlife by providing rehabilitation services and education to raise public awareness of the factors that threaten biodiversity. It provides information on the evolution of species, environmental protection and sustainable tourism. Around 8000 schoolchildren from 120 schools in Euskadi visit the park annually to see the animals and learn the value of protecting them.
Karpin Fauna is home to wild animals of more than 55 species. You will be able to see birds of prey, ducks and wildcats that have been wounded by poachers; cougars, raccoons, ferrets and iguanas abandoned by their owners; macaques, New World monkeys, porcupines and pumas illegally traded and confiscated by the authorities; emus and ostriches from breeding farms that have been closed; and panthers, lynxes, bears, deer or kangaroos born in captivity.
In Karpin Fauna they want to raise public awareness about the value of wildlife, the importance of preventing illegal hunting and trade, the need to protect biodiversity. They also give information on why it is dangerous to keep exotic animals as pets. The park offers guided tours and features three educational rooms, an audio room and information boards about pet keeping, illegal animal trade and non-native invasive species.
Karpin Fauna makes a great family day out. You and your children will see the animals and gain knowledge of living and extinct animals in four distinct areas: Animalia, Terrasauro, Gastornisland and Dinotxiki. In Animalia, you can see the animals and read about their habitats, feeding and other habits on information boards.
The Karpin Fauna park has four different areas: Animalia, Terrasauro, Gastornisland and Dinotxiki
In Terrasauroand and Gastornisland, two areas inside a thick forest, you will travel back in time to the Jurassic period to encounter the animals that thrived when dinosaurs became extinct.
In Terrasauro, a geologist will show you life-size dinosaurs and talk about these animals' habits. Gastornisland is a garden of beasts where the two classes of vertebrates that became dominant after dinosaur mass extinction – birds and mammals – can be seen.
Next to the bar-restaurant is Dinotxiki, a playground for the little ones. At Karpin Fauna you can wander about as long as you want, eat at the restaurant or the picnic area, etc. A full tour takes two hours at most. Close by, at a 20 minutes' drive, is Armañón Nature Park, where you can visit the Pozalagua Cave, one of the top attractions in Bizkaia.
The best way to get to Karpin Fauna is by car. The park is in the district of Biañez, in Karrantza, one of the largest municipalities in Bizkaia. There is little public transport to get around.
Take the FEVE Bilbao-Karrantza train and get off at Ambasaguas. Karpin Fauna is 3.4km away from the train station. It takes around 45 minutes to get there on foot. Also, you can get a taxi at the train station.
From Bilbao, take the coastal highway A-8, exit to Colindres-Burgos, and the new road N-629. You will reach your destination in about one hour. You can also take inland road BI-630 from Bilbao if you want to visit other attractions in Las Encartaciones. Karpin Fauna has a free car park with 350 parking spaces for cars and five for buses.
The park has a picnic area with wooden tables where you can eat what you bring from home. There are benches all along the way too. Please do not litter. Throw waste in the bins you will find in the park.
In the park is a bar-restaurant that serves salads, combo meals, sandwiches and appetisers on weekends and holidays. During the school summer holidays, the park opens daily. On weekdays in the autumn, winter and spring, it opens only for groups with advance bookings (call Rocío at +34 688 662 797).
Las Encartaciones (Enkarterri) is in the westernmost part of Bizkaia. Forged by its industrial past, this region has valuable underground treasures and valleys for you to discover. You can stay in rural lodges, country homes, hotels, boarding houses or the Balneario Termas de Molinar, in Karrantza, a quiet place for rest and relaxation.
If you are travelling in a motorhome, you can stay for free in the campsite in Zalla, also in Las Encartaciones.
Karpin Fauna, in the Karrantza Valley, is perfect for a great day out with your family. You can see wild animals, walk across the park spotting dinosaurs and stop for a refreshment at the bar-restaurant or the picnic area. There is a playground for children too. You can also visit the nearby Pozalagua Cave, only 11km away.
Karpin Fauna wildlife rescue centre
Barrio de Biañez, 37. 48891 Valle de Karrantza, Bizkaia
Phone number: +34 946 107 066 / +34 626 622 245
Email address: karpinabentura@karpinabentura.com
Summer (1 July to 15 September)
Open daily, 11:00am to 7:00pm
Open daily, 11:00am to 5:00pm during school holidays
Closed on 24, 25 and 31 December, 1 and 6 January
Open during school break. Check hours.
Rest of the year
Open on weekends and holidays
16 September to 16 October, 11:00am to 7:00pm
17 October to 31 March, 11:00am to 5:00pm
1 April to 30 June, 11:00 to 7:00pm
Group visits on appointment on weekdays until 3:00pm
iytu.reportaje.precio
Children ages 2-3:
Groups + 12 people: €3.5
Children ages 4-14 €6
Groups: €4. 5
Visitors ages 15 and over: €10
Groups: €7
Seniors: €7
Karpinabentura + Pozalagua Cave package: If you pay for one of the attractions, you will get a discount on the second admission ticket.
For information on hotels, tourist offices, flora and fauna, or what to do in the Karrantza Valley, visit the official website of Karrantza.
Karrantza Valley
Allow two or two and a half hours to walk across the park, in a wonderful natural setting. The animals can be far away, so bring your binoculars for wildlife viewing.
Please note that pets are not allowed to enter the park. If you are travelling with your dog, the staff at the Karpin Abentura reception will take care of it during your visit.
City & Experience

redpajama_set_name: RedPajamaCommonCrawl


This column is dedicated to Snapp Morgan--handsome and smart dog about town in Little Rock, Arkansas, and Paris, France. He was the dearest of dogs, true friend and family member. I know your grandmother met you in Heaven with a bone, and you are flying high.
We spent 13 months on the Mediterranean Coast with the Pyrenees Mountains behind us in the village of Collioure. I'd imagined us living in a fishing village, and that's just what Collioure had been until tourism supplied its livelihood. We were fortunate enough to find a small loft in a village house that was freshly renovated. Everything in it was spanking new except the thick wooden beams that sliced across the ceiling of our living room. As the ceiling dropped to the sides of the house, the beams were head-banging height, and at times, the top of Jim's head was bloody from all the knocks he'd gotten from forgetting to duck. He just didn't learn.
French doors led to a petite balcony from which we had a spectacular view of voluptuous vineyards, a grand chateau, and old fort. Not bad, as M. Malric of our favorite hotel in Paris, the Hôtel St. Germain, would say. Jim wrote Chasing Matisse. I fought with Dell over my non-working computer, listened to French lessons on CD, read French history along with other books that had been stacked up for years, began exploring this richly rewarding countryside, and grieved the loss of my mother. In summer, we walked five minutes to the beach and swam in the turquoise sea. In winter, we took our dear dog, Snapp, on long walks up and down the tiny rues. We met new friends, shopped in the outdoor markets, and threw gay dinner parties.
Then our 67 year-old land-lord decided he would like his latest girlfriend to inhabit our garret loft instead of us. Even in the spirit of his sowing his latish oats, I couldn't imagine why he'd prefer a romantic arrangement to our good company and the enticing aromas of my cookery drifting down his stairwell. But he did and kicked us out. (On a gossipy note: The girlfriend has come and gone since we left though I haven't yet heard if there is a replacement.) Nevertheless, we found a beautiful apartment in the 2nd Arrondissement of Paris, a block from the Place des Victoires. We packed our possessions—our computers, books and files, Moroccan rugs and Haitian tin art, our Indian spreads, leather club chair and antique tables that I'd hunted and gathered while we lived there. We said tearful goodbyes to our new friends, put Snapp in the truck, and left.
It was revolting that we'd acquired so much stuff to make our first French apartment functional, comfortable, and reflective of us that we had to rent a truck to move. Here we go again! Is this the way we are and cannot change? I know a few things about myself. I require order where I live, and I must have beauty surrounding me and so does Jim. A life without beauty is empty, boring, dull, and well, beautyless. I wasn't cut out to live a plain life in any sense. It would break my spirit and render me null and void.
It has been nine months since we moved to Paris. Our new apartment is small though lovely—classically Parisian with a Moroccan twist—and dates from 1620. (Napolean Bonaparte once lived in our building.) The colors are spectacular with the green of Mimosa leaves in spring and a luscious luminous blue accented with jewel aubergines and rubies. It is chic and looks and feels like us with two exceptions. We have a closet of a kitchen which shoots my usual entertaining style to hell (though we've learned to manage), and we wish we had another room or two. Americans are used to space. As throughout our trip in France, I adjusted more easily than Jim. Change is harder on him than me. We gladly gave up our car and walk or take the Metro, a taxi occasionally.
Snapp instantly became a popular dog about town. We couldn't take him for a walk without being stopped on the street by numerous admirers. The French love dogs, and Snapp had such a gentlemanly presence. People recognized his grand spirit and soigné at once. One summer day two Japanese women asked me to take their picture with him. I use the past tense, because almost six months ago Snapp became very ill. He was 13 years-old, and his kidneys were failing. We had to put him to sleep a month ago which broke our hearts. We lost our dear boy, pal, and treasured member of our family. But Blair and Bret were here for Christmas, and we rented a car and drove to Alsace for a few days. Mr. Snappman had one last adventure in France with his family!
It is good we left Collioure. As glowing as it is, Collioure is a very small town. I loved it and the region—the Mediterranean and Pyrenees, the vineyards cascading down the hillsides, and the Catalonian people and their dance of sardane. But the town shuts after the season, which in a way makes it more authentic, but there isn't much going on. Frankly, I wanted the heartbeat of Paris and all the cultural opportunities that come with it. I knew I wanted to live here. I'm a city girl at heart, and it's a delight just to step out the door and walk down any street at all. Beauty is around every corner, when you least expect it. People are sitting at sidewalk cafés drinking coffees or glasses of wine. Store windows are artfully arranged, and boulangeries are loaded with cases of croissants and meringues, restaurants are waiting to be tried.
We're in the center of this city of lights, making new friends, attending the opera and listening to jazz. Our neighborhood is divine! It is good to live here. We have started a new life, and I feel at home.
Now Chasing Matisse is finally out, and you can read Jim's lovely rendering of our big adventure, or let's say, his version of our story! Please support your favorite bookstore and pick up a copy or use the link to Amazon.
I hope our journey will inspire you to chase your own dreams whatever they are! We will be chasing ours.
We left our luxurious little nest at St. Tropez's Hotel Le Yaca as the procession for the saint the town was named for wove through the village with its fife and drummers playing. I caught a glimpse of the ritualistic military corps in costume and saluted. I still wished for an ancient bust of their patron saint and hero, Saint Tropez, and one of these days I'll find it. I know I'm meant to have one.
Jim and I were having our leaving spat that couples have when they're trying to get out of town and go anywhere. This time it took the form of whether he should get in touch with a friend of a friend of his who happened to live in the area. He didn't want to do it which was often true in a larger sense. He knows that if I think something is important I'll do it, while he's busy preening as Mr. I-Don't-Care and won't. Making contacts in a foreign country where we didn't know many people—expanding our circle—was something I considered worthy.
I admire this typically male behavior in some regards. It's pleasing as well as efficient to do only what One wants, is interested in, and of the import to merit One's attention. But usually for us females, inevitably me, this leads to being knee-deep in One's manure because it's in my/our best interest for whatever it is to get done. Another appropriate appellation for wives could be "Pack Mules." Hee-haw, hee-haw!
We motored through the traffic and through the hills and vineyards to make our way to <?xml:namespace prefix = st1 />Aix-en-Provence. This wasn't technically on our Matisse itinerary, but Henri Matisse greatly admired the painter Cézanne and had bought one of his paintings when he could ill afford it and kept it for many years as a touchstone of sorts, a prized possession that he wouldn't sell no matter what.
We'd been in Aix only one time before and had visited Cézanne's studio. I'm sure I've written about this before, but how can I help myself? Visiting an artist's studio is a great pleasure, a peep into his or her vision of art and life, a virtual lesson I highly recommend. I find that the creative energy lingers, and the choice of art, objects, and furnishings the artist surrounds him or herself with is a parade of his or her dreams. The inner voice has found an outer reality in a concrete object, a particular hue or design that calls to his or her sense of beauty, form, shape, texture, or color—some example of personal delight—that I can admire, ponder, and react against just as his or her art. Cézanne's studio was no exception.
The one day we were previously in Aix it was as hot as Hades as my mother would say. I have learned from too many scorchers that even lovely locales such as Aix can lose their charms when I'm roasting. All I want to search for is a mother of an air-conditioner which may be in our car while it's speeding away. This time Aix was warm but not hot as hell, and we discovered a beautiful town populated with shady plane trees and bubbling fountains suitable for water nymphs. It harbored a core of handsome architecture and hidden squares of graceful repose. The air was young and old, refined with a vapor of intellectual vibrancy.
This also aptly described our chosen hotel, the Grand Hôtel Négre Coste, along with an additional characterization of shabby chic. We loved it. Its location on Aix's main and delicious street, the Cours Mirabeau, was perfect, the staff friendly and genuinely helpful. I'd read that jazz musicians stay here when they're in town. It's that kind of place.
For me, another draw of Aix was the late writer, M.F.K. Fisher. I love Ms. Fisher's work, her writings of food and her life in France. As a single mother in Aix, she'd pick up her daughters after school and take them to Les Deux Garçons for a treat of chantilly while she indulged herself with a whisky. Now that's a woman to admire! I'd like to follow Fisher's trail around France—stay in her chosen hotels, dine in her restaurants, and prepare her recipes. She once wrote about a hotel in Dijon that had wine on tap in all of the bathrooms. It can't exist now, but I'd like to find out. Can you imagine how handy? Of course, we walked down the boulevard to Les Deux Garçons. It's not the same as during her time there, but I drank a whisky in her honor. If I make my trip, I'll do the same wherever I go. To M.F.K. Fisher, salut!
I found a good stationery store in Aix which pleased me since I couldn't find one at all in St. Tropez. As much as I liked St. Tropez, I found it terribly odd and rather frightening that one could buy a rasher of bikinis but no pen cartridges or diaries. One could write while lying on the beach. Sun-worshipping, seeing-and-being-seen and writing notes don't have to be exclusive activities.
Our friend at the hotel, Ricardo, recommended Les Agapes for dinner. When we found it tucked in its little rue, we were attracted by its ambience, rusticity and intimacy. A corner fireplace was used to grill the meat. What is it about watching your dinner being cooked that makes one's mouth water? Are the aromas more intense? Is it the act itself, the cozy feeling that you're in the kitchen with the chef or in someone's home? People love to gather in a kitchen. It's the center of action, the heart of the house where a family's love comes out in a meal to be shared. This was the feeling of Les Agapes.
I savored a delicious brandade for a first course, lamb for the next, while Jim ordered salmon with avocado to begin and duck to end. It was a wonderful meal, and Aix-en-Provence was another place where I'd like to return maybe next time in the cool Fall or Winter. And one of these days, I will. But this was the end of my and our time now.
The next day we packed up our car for the final time—technically—in our journey of chasing Matisse. It was the end of our following the steps of the life and painting of Henri Matisse, but while we were chasing the master we were also chasing ourselves. What a ride it has been!
I could've gone on and on and will keep moving in new directions, but this time I'll be following myself, my art and life. I have the desire, momentum, and will. Chasing Matisse is a journey that will never stop, and I'm determined to see it through, to create the life that I want. What will be around the next corner? I don't know, but I've become more open and have discovered the capability to stop forcing my issues, to let go and explore new possibilities that present themselves, to feel my way into the future.
Freedom is a word that we all love, but the most cherished freedom of all is to find our own truths, and in that, to live life with the integrity to be ourselves.
Coming and going, staying and leaving had defined our lives for many months. For me, the leaving carried a bit of sadness in losing a new territory in myself and France that I'd only found. Almost invariably, I wanted to experience more than the sites one had to see, and we didn't have enough hours in the day or were too tired to fully explore, though I torture myself by cramming in as much as I can. I want it all. One of the best ways to really understand a new place is to allow yourself to just be there and soak it up, but the clock ticks my minutes away, and my natural desire is to dig deeper and discover hidden viewpoints which the local people know in their genes and tourists don't have time or the inclination to probe. There must have been at least a town or two which didn't enamor me in some way. If so, I can't remember them. Whether beauty or culture, history or cuisine, something always intrigued me. I wanted to know what gave the ground and its people their shape, the meaning behind the vistas. I researched and read, asked questions of anyone I could, and tried to "get" enough of the landscape and its people to feel it and them. There was much I still didn't know.
Leaving was also the most difficult for Jim, because he hated loading the car with the scads of baggage we were now carrying. It's not that I blamed him, but he grumbled and moaned until he was in a foul mood and took his sweet time getting over it. The leaving of Vence entailed more than our usual departure moodiness. Matisse's house, Villa La Reve, was a raw jewel. More than 50 years after Henri Matisse had lived there, it still held a piece of his creative force, and we hadn't yet mined all its secrets. As I have said previously, we could've happily stayed for months. Joelle, Villa La Reve's manager, had been open, kind, and generous giving us the run of the place. Returning to the road was parting with our Matisse Mecca, and once again it felt like leaving home, a home we no longer had.
Yet along with our moping was anticipation of the next adventure, and on this morning when we drove away from Vence, we were headed to Antibes. When we arrived, the sea was sparkling blue and the quaint market was in the process of folding up. One robust man sang a French ballad while he packed the last of his inventory. Our lunch was a sandwich, and our dessert was a tour of the Picasso Musée. I admired M. Picasso more than I ever had after seeing his body of work here. The museum is a wonderful tribute to his genius. He may have been mean, especially to women, but he seems to have been more generous with his endowments than Matisse. Is leaving a tremendous legacy to your own museum a sign of more or less ego? Did Matisse sell his away and not have much left? Did he need the money?
From there, we moved on to Vallauris for a look at the town and its ceramic tradition Picasso revived by taking a shine to working with clay and expressing himself in pottery. Shops lined the main avenue, and since dishes are a penchant of mine, I had to prevent myself from buying a wonderful brown, black, and turquoise plate of a woman classical yet original. It was not typical in any sense but the work of an artisan whose name I don't remember but whose skill I admired. If I returned today, I would purchase it. And Picasso? A shop called Madoura has the rights to sell copies of his pieces if you are burdened with a leaning such as mine.
As the film festival was in progress, we chose to skip Cannes. The irony of that amused me. For many years, my heart would've exploded to be able to attend it. It's not that I wouldn't still adore being in the thick of it, but an invitation inexplicably hadn't turned up. Time was short, and there was much on our agenda. We drove on to St. Tropez. Many people talk about the snootiness of this former fishing village, but almost all the plush hotels had wanted to welcome us with a discount. Their interest and appreciation of our chase of Matisse was a symbol of more than superficial concern and heartened us in many ways. More were interested here than anywhere else we'd been on our extensive itinerary.
We checked into the merely divine Hotel Le Yaca, and our bags were delivered to our charming and luxurious room with its door into the oasis of garden, pool, and restaurant. Le Yaca is a salve for the weary body and soul, and we rested on the beautifully-sheeted bed before strolling down to the harbor to gawk at massive yachts with staff while imbibing a drink at the Café de Paris. Jeem and Beth Joade of the stuffed Peugeot station wagon gaped at this decadent scene that we might have confused with an episode of Robin Leach's "Lifestyles of the Rich and Famous" except whomever of the fabulously riche owned these vessels was no one we recognized, and Mr. Leach was nowhere in sight. We thought some of the celebrity festival-goers might have made this foray down the coast, but no star-sightings awaited us.
The next morning we sat in the garden relishing our morning coffee by the pool. My thoughts drifted back and forth from France to the U.S. Since my mother's death and our return from Arkansas, bitter notes that erupted from the aftermath had been arriving almost daily, creating waves of worry and stress that rolled through my grief. In addition, Mother's death had been the final blow in a year of changes that had overwhelmed our daughter, Bret, and she had made a pivotal decision to drop out of school for the next year. As I sat in the garden, I knew our adventure was borne in many ways which we could never have foreseen but were forced to cope with, and I was trying to find my center and be true to the issues that spanned two continents of being a good mother, losing my own, and forging ahead in this incredible journey that had been my and our dream. It was a constant torturous rub, but in the complex workings of our minds, distraction can be a useful tool. St. Tropez was full of them, and they provided a respite. The high season hadn't started, and the village wasn't clogged with visitors. If haughtiness is a common denominator of that period, we missed it.
We were astonished by the Musée de l'Annonciade. Paul Signac had been the artist-in-residence in St. Tropez, and his family still has a home there. His paintings anchored the collection that also included wonderful paintings by Matisse, Vuillard, Bonnard, Braque, Dufy, Van Dongen, and others. The museum was small, manageable, and showed one of the best collections we'd seen anywhere in France.
For eight euros each, we took a tourist boat ride around St. Tropez's bay, and it was worth every centime in pure pleasure to be cruising with the other sailboats and yachts on the sapphire Mediterranean on such a beautiful day. We glimpsed multi-million dollar villas, the filming of a French soap opera, the less dramatic house of actress Bridgette Bardot, and a long black line of villagers in their funerary march down the hillside to the seaside cemetery.
Later that evening, we happened upon a milling crowd including men with fifes and drums. A local restaurant owner explained it was the Bravades, the procession that commemorates the anniversary of the running aground of the boat carrying Saint Tropez's decapitated head and body. The Town Captain and his officers led the procession. Actually, this turned out to be the dress rehearsal, but it was such a festive and joyous occasion that Jim and I joined in with the boisterous crowd. Jim lightly ran along the stable of yachts, and we marched around the whole village before finding the Cohiba Café for tasty tapas of chicken brochettes, squid, aubergine, cheese, grilled veggies, and drinks. It was our first French procession, and we felt part of the energy and spirit. We felt like we belonged in some odd way.
That would end the next day when we would be leaving…again. The splendid Le Yaca with its terrific staff would hopefully await us for another visit when we could extend our stay. The recent history of St. Tropez with its summer season of beautiful people is famous, but I want to march in another Bravades procession and discover more of the St. Tropez that existed long before they arrived.
Clear light burst open the sky, illuminating our clues of Henri Matisse that were hidden in the muddle of Tangier. We stood on the periphery of the Grand Socco looking up and down for the way to the Grand Hotel Villa de France where the Matisses had stayed and Henri had glimpsed scenes that matched his artistic vision. Jim was armed with a book of the paintings, and I carried my Morocco guide and map. We looked every bit the awkward tourists, but most Moroccans don't know much if anything about the artist whose lush paintings have etched the colors and forms of their country in the minds of art-lovers throughout the world. Not a swarm but a couple of faux or real guides approached us though we convincingly declined. I don't engage in conversation with hustlers unless it feels safe and right, the right time and place. Most importantly, we wanted to be on our own.
We were looking for the rue d'Angleterre and finally figured out it was past the lovely English church of St. Andrews with its wild and unruly secret garden of a cemetery where journalist Walter Harris, members of the Royal Canadian Air Force, and other English-speaking expatriates who infused their lives with this enigmatic city are buried in its earth. What allure or circumstance of life had drawn and kept them here? I didn't recognize their names or know their stories, but the mysterious unkempt graves were a summons to consider them. Time has taken its toll, the world here has changed. This yard must once have been pristine and probably cared for by some of its now eternal residents. The congregation is surely much diminished which implies a lack of funds for upkeep. If there were families of the dead, many of them have likely moved on, and friends are in the ground elsewhere. The earth is taking back her own. Nature has survived.
We wandered through the overrun and sun-dappled garden before walking up the street to the Matisses' hotel which must have been quite grand but now is shut and surrounded by its own jungle of neglect. A completely-covered Muslim woman passed us as Jim looked at old pictures of the lodging and of the scenes his hero painted and finally pointed out the room where Monsieur and Madame must have stayed. It is always a thrill to make such discoveries, but for Jim it's even more satisfying to find the angle that intrigued Henri enough to color a canvas with his mental picture of it.
Our great goal for the day was in the Kasbah, and miraculously, we found our way the first time we climbed the hill. We walked through the gate of Bab el-Assa, and Jim realized the exact perspective that was subject of the huge Matisse poster we had hanging at our apartment in Collioure. He sketched while I looked around. The Kasbah. Again, I found it the place where I wanted to spend my time. It is the highest point of the city with white and blue walls and the sapphire sea beyond. Mansions framed one side of the wide courtyard with terraces and views beyond the ramparts. If I were a resident, I would want this address.
We diligently and sometimes luckily found all of Matisse's vistas. A couple of times we didn't notice the eye-scapes walking in one direction on the narrow cobbled streets, but when we made a foray into the cluster of buildings/homes/shops and returned the same way, we had moments of Aha, we've found the right scene! A friendly Belgian couple pointed out what they thought was the bar where the Rolling Stones used to hang out. I wasn't so sure, but okay, we went in and sat down. I still think it a usurper, but from there, we gazed onto the rooftop terrace of the villa Barbara Hutton owned for many years. The outdoor space and garden were inviting though needed a paint job for fluff up. I could imagine the swell parties and glamorous guest lists Ms. Hutton must have sublimely engineered. Unlike M. Matisse, her name is well known here. She was a friend to Morocco's people (and animals) and endowed many good works. We also checked out her address from the street. Not bad, as the Hotel Saint Germain's M. Malric would say.
The only potentially smarmy experience we had was with a fairly neat and well-dressed guy who told us he'd take us to Paul Bowles' house. I was suspicious, but we were on a relatively spacious and clean street, so we went along. The street's name was accurate, but when he started up a tight staircase, we said no thanks and left. Did he have good intentions? I don't know, but my radar was up, and there was no way I would've followed him at that point, especially since the "Rolling Stones hangout" owner had told the man we were his friends, and I thought his real message was to leave us alone.
It was a terribly satisfying Matisse day, and we rewarded ourselves with cocktails in El Minzah's merely perfect bar before our last piquant dinner in the restaurant. Mission accomplished. We packed our bags.
The next morning we reunited with Aziz who drove us back to Casablanca along the miles and miles of undeveloped coastline. This would be an unbelievable sight in the U.S. or France. It is good to know that such an unspoiled seashore still exists though I'm sure it wouldn't if Morocco wasn't so poor.
We rested for a few hours at the Royal D'Anfa Hotel before meeting the incredible organizer of our trip, Adel from Olive Branch Tours, for a wrap-up about our terrific experience and to say goodbye. I would call Olive Branch and Adel for anything in Morocco. They are pros at their best.
Aziz picked us up and drove us to his house for a home-cooked Moroccan dinner. It was a generous invitation we had been delighted to accept. When we arrived, his mother and two sisters kindly and openly welcomed us in their home. His children were darling, and they all treated us as honored guests or friends they'd known for years. His sister had graciously prepared our meal. What a feast! Course after course of salads and chicken with olives and dishes I can't remember the names of but devoured with glee were served, and for dessert, we had oranges as big as grapefruits, juicy and sweet. As we were putting on our coats to leave, the family offered us beautiful presents. Jim received a white hat that Aziz's father had brought home from his pilgrimage trip to Mecca, and I was given a sweet cedar box with a traditional silver necklace inside.
Aziz was the only one of his family who spoke English, and we don't speak Arabic or Berber, so our communication with each other was through body language, sign language, our sensations of tasting and touching, seeing, hearing, and smelling, and the intimate messages that somehow one just feels or knows in his heart or gut. After we all hugged and kissed, Aziz drove us to the airport where we said our last goodbyes.
In the blackness of night, a clear light illuminated our way back home.
We had been told that most tourists don't go to Tangier. The life and cultural ambience of the city don't justify the time spent here, but this was the Moroccan city where Monsieur and Madame Matisse had lighted, and one of Henri's most famous series of paintings emanated from this period. Tangier was our ultimate Moroccan goal. I liked Tangier, then didn't, but swung back round with one important caveat. Tangier isn't easy. It is murky, intense, hard to read, and takes some time to navigate inwardly, at least. For us, the effort was satisfying. I was glad we went.
To understand Tangier, you have to know a little of its history. The Greeks and then Romans with their Celtic cavalry settled here before the Arabs arrived to war with the indigenous Berber tribes. Many other invaders took their turns as well. Tangier reminds me of Havana in that its location on the sea made it a prime target for all the aspiring nations who wanted to control its well-situated port. Most of Morocco became a French Protectorate in 1912, and in 1923, the resolution among the competitors for Tangier was to make it an "international zone" that was run by diplomatic agents of Britain, Spain, France, Portugal, Holland, Italy, Belgium, Sweden, and the U.S. Tangier was wide open for bankers, libertines, exiles and refugees, artists and writers, and others for whom the "anything goes" posture of licit and illicit dealings packed a punch. Spy stories abound, and if Graham Greene didn't set a story in Tangier, he should have. The fun ended in 1956 shortly after the French handed Morocco back to its people and rulers, but there is still a leftover atmosphere of shady maneuvering.
The other important point in understanding Tangier is that it's the entrance for Europeans coming into Africa, a short ferry ride from Spain, as it is the gateway for Africans who are headed to Europe. A number of people travel back and forth every day, so there is constant traffic, transition, and opportunities for all that crossing these borders implies. The city is also known for its hustlers, and we got advice from the hotel staff, our driver Aziz, and guide Omar to be careful. We had no problems and looked every part the rube tourists searching out Matisse, though we were alert and on the defensive.
The morning after we arrived, Omar led us through the souks of bright vegetables and luscious fruits, pale chickens hanging by their feet, mounds of red meats, crusty golden breads, multi-flavored olives, and more. Women from the Rif wearing their red-and-white-striped cloth skirts and embroidered wide-brimmed hats had come to sell their homemade cheeses. Aziz advised the best is goat, but theirs was a mixture of cow and sheep's milk. We passed by the historic American Legation where during World War II much of the Allied landings into North Africa were planned and later stopped at the Hotel Continental for a coffee. The old hotel gleams from the outside but has seen better days once you step in. It has been the home for many film crews shooting exotic movies. Photos of John Malkovich and Francis Ford Coppola hung in the antique shop next door.
Omar had been guiding us for several jam-packed days, but he was hopping a bus back to Fez to host a family wedding party. We were sad to see him go but were looking forward to bumbling along by ourselves again. But before Aziz would cut us loose, he drove us to a resort outside of Tangier where mansions abound, the coast is expansive with rolling sea, and the Grotto of Hercules is hidden underneath the baked earth. Yes, Hercules lived here, and he is heralded by a festive "See Rock Mountain" feel in the square above his seaside cave home. Sea shells are attractively embedded in the stucco walls with turquoise buildings, and a giant mural of the brawny hero is painted on a rock wall. Camels are saddled and ready to ride. A small boy in costume with donkey in tow asked if we'd like to take a picture. Jim said no. I said yes. We paid him a small price and snapped. Traditionally dressed Muslim women gossiped on a terrace with the white-capped waves crashing below them.
As we walked down into the cave, the guide told us the story of Hercules and later the Berbers who had lived there. He pointed ahead where the rock walls were splayed open in the shape of the African continent with the ocean lapping just beyond the massive crack. I was startled. A couple of months before—on Jim's birthday—I'd dreamed of this place not knowing what or where it was. In my dream, Jim and I were at an enormous cave with a vast body of water at the foot of the opening. In my dream, it was also a resort. Our daughter, Bret, had come across the water in an inflatable boat by herself, and I was completely impressed by this. She had come to tell us that no one could find my grandmother (who died last August). Bret and I would cross the sea again, but this time we would use a more substantial craft that I would drive. The next morning I recorded the dream, because I thought it so interesting, something I needed to contemplate. Finding it in Morocco as an ancient home for myths and legends and people who lived and breathed was surreal. Was it some sort of premonition? Why? What did it mean?
I told Aziz my weird tale as we drove back to Tangier. He found a quay-side bistro where we inhaled a lunch of crispy fried squid, whole whiting, grilled shrimp, and rice. It was mouth-wateringly delicious and authentic—not a tourist spot—and some of the best fish we'd eaten anywhere. We wished Aziz a happy time off and walked to a well-known bookstore which supposedly had a good selection of English volumes. The only one we found was a Moroccan cookbook with recipes of many of the richly-spiced dishes we'd been savoring. I bought it with plans for a Moroccan feast of a dinner party. But the store itself was dark and somewhat foreboding, and I didn't get the rush of excitement which the houses of published stories usually fill me, where a myriad of writers' words, visions, and dreams provide endless possibilities to transcend and transform on the never-ending search.
Later that evening, we sipped icy bourbon on our whitewashed terrace with its glorious view of the port of Tangier and blue sea beyond. On sunny days one can see all the way to Spain and Gibraltar but not this day for us. Perhaps the light will be here tomorrow.


Monsters, witches, and ghosts, oh my! Paranormal phenomena have fascinated people of all ages throughout history. This series takes a scrupulously critical and analytical approach to some of the more alluring areas of the paranormal, including cryptozoology, parapsychology, and human interaction with the spirit world. Readers will learn about the cultural and historical roots of these subjects, what modern-day adherents believe, and the influences each topic has had on popular culture, as well as possible scientific explanations or basis in reality.


text:
Carriera
È stato selezionato dagli Houston Rockets al primo giro del Draft NBA 1991 (20ª scelta assoluta).

Collegamenti esterni

 Scheda su thedraftreview.com

redpajama_set_name: RedPajamaWikipedia


What did you appreciate most about the service offered by your realtor?
Donna's professional approach to the entire process. She listened to what I was looking for and worked extremely hard in finding me the perfect home.
Donna was very friendly, honest and always found an answer to all my questions. She was also very good at calling me and keeping me updated on any current situations.


text:
Q: Saving every permutation in Photoshop using JavaScript I know this has been answered previously for a set number of groups (https://graphicdesign.stackexchange.com/questions/30768/combinations-and-permutations-of-photoshop-layers), however I had trouble implementing this for a variable number of groups.
My overall objective is to be able to save/export every permutation of layers, regardless of the number of groups.
I.E, if my layer structure was as such (all of the below are layerSets):
options
--one
----a
----b
----c
--two
----1
----2
----3
background
--base
--top

I would need to save images for a1, a2, a3, b1, b2 b3, c1, c2 and c3, each with individual names, while still keeping the background group untouched.
The problem I'm having is sometimes there will be 7 different options with 5 different choices below them and sometimes there will be 3 options with a number of choices below them.
Any help would be very much appreciated as I've racked my brain trying to solve this for quite some time now.

A: The code you linked to uses app.activeDocument.artLayers.length to get the number of layers; as you have found, there is a similar way to get the layer sets, app.activeDocument.layerSets and a way to get to nested sets, app.activeDocument.layerSets.getByName("options").layerSets.
Together, these should enable you to retrieve all the information you need to traverse the layer structure and generate the permutations.
To toggle the visibility of the layers in a fixed number of sets (like "one" and "two" in your example), use nested loops that run through the options for each set (a, b, c ... and 1, 2, 3 ...).
For a variable number of sets (if there can be a "three", "four" ...) use a recursive algorithm, which loops through the options for the first set, and for each option recurses to loop through the options for each following set.

redpajama_set_name: RedPajamaStackExchange


text:
Reindeer Moon
Elizabeth Marshall Thomas
Pocket Books, Simon & Schuster, New York, 1987. ISBN: 0671741896
This author has the uncanny ability to vividly portray the life of prehistoric hunters, humans and animals, with a sense of realism and drama. She elaborates on the dynamics of the survival relationship between predator and prey using details that are both realistic and illuminating. Thomas creates the character of Yanan to focus our attention on every species need for the basic necessities of life - water, food, shelter, and companionship.
Yanan, the beautiful, impetuous, and impertinent daughter of Lapwing, grows up in a tribal culture where men own the hunting lands, meat, camps and lodges, and earthly firesides. Women own their bodies, unborn children, lineages, and firesides in the Camps of the Dead.
Marriages are arranged by kin, incest is forbidden, and husbands and wives can divorce. When a marriage is agreed on gifts of hunting rights and material objects are exchanged. A girl is promised in early age and the marriage is consummated at puberty. A man may have several wives but a woman can have only one husband. Widows are allowed to remarry.
Yanan lives twenty thousand years ago in an environment of forest, tundra, and steppe. Living alongside humans are large carnivores (hyenas, wolves, lions, bears, and wolverines) and enormous herbivores (woolly mammoths, rhinos, bison, and Megaceros ). Smaller sized mammals, reindeer and horses, also share the landscape with birds, fish, reptiles, and insects. All of these animals compete with one another for food.
Thomas loosely models life in the prehistoric lodge after the contemporary Ja/wa Bushman of the Kalahari culture. Like Ja/wa Bush people the women and children of Thomas' novel gather roots, tubers, nuts, berries, greens, and herbs while men hunt larger game. Both women and men set snares and trap smaller game. Animals and humans steal and scavenge each others kill.
In times past mortality rates for pregnant women, infants, and the elderly has been high among tribal societies. Thomas uses the experience of the painful loss of a family member or loved one to shape and mold her characters' personality and behavior. Shamins are followed as earthly and spiritual leaders.Spirits from the Camp of the Dead frequently cross over to the camps of the living in the guise of earthly animals and cause conflict and disharmony.
It is as a spirit that we are first introduced to the main character Yanan. She recounts the story of her life and death from this perspective. Yanan shares with us the loss of her parents, abandonment by her kin, her and her sister Meri's survival and relationship with wolves, reintroduction into the tribe, arranged marriage, incestuous relationship, and death in childbirth in the guise of a spirit in the Camp of the Dead. As a spirit Yanan takes on the form of a wolf, raven, and lion explicitly telling us about her hunting and mating exploits.
While reading this book I found myself confused about plot and action. The line between the earthly and spirit world shifted constantly and unexpectedly. I suspect this is may be the case in cultures where beliefs like these are held but, despite this awareness, I still found it difficult to establish an empathetic relationship with Yanan or any of the other characters.
Readers Adults
Genre Fiction/Novel
Prehistoric Europe
Period Paleolithic
Extras Map
Author's Comments
The Animal Wife
Houghton Mifflin Company, Boston, 1990. ISBN: 0395524539
In The Animal Wife we return to the camp of Graylag where Swift, the headman of the Mammoth Hunters, wants to arrange yet another kinship marriage to expand his hunting grounds. While there he meets his son Kori who has been raised by his wife Aal. Aal left him shortly after their son's birth and returned to the camp of her kin to live a safer life.
Swift is successful in arranging a marriage with another women, Pinesinger. Kori is upset by the arrangement. Pinesinger and he had been lovers. However, Kori decides to forego the relationship and follow Swift back to his father's camp and kin. After some time Swift finds out Pinesinger was impregnanted by another man before they married. His childless senior wife Yoi resents Pinesinger and treats her badly.
During a hunting expedition Kori has a vision of a horse that becomes a woman. Sometime later he encounters a lone woman in the forest and captures her certain that she is the 'animal wife' of his vision. Naming her Muskrat he takes her as his mate but the members of his tribe see her as nothing more than a slave.
Kori is a good hunter with his spear and knife. He often brings home meat and hides from reindeer and horses but neither Kori or Muskrat receive much of it. Most of the meat goes to the family of his child fiance and they divide it among their kin. Kori gets only a small portion of the meat. Muskrat often receives nothing.
The tribe assigns the outsider Muskrat to do the mundane tasks no one else wants to do (gathering wood and fetching water in summer and winter) even when she is heavily pregnant with Kori's child, a son. However, while she gathers wood and fetches water she is able to set snares for small game and leave signs so her kinsmen can find her.
Muskrat is from a tribe with a culture totally different from the mammoth hunters. She frequently shames him by not adopting the beliefs or practices of his kin. She names his son without his permission, refuses to live in a cave where a corpse was found, and makes an offering bundle out of her son's umbilical cord and her placenta.
Kori finally becomes furious with her and wants to kill her for shaming him. The tribe shaman discourages him from doing it.
Earthmaker's Symbols
Moon Months
The Land of Painted Caves
Jean M. Auel
Bantam Dell, New York, 2003. ISBN: 053328942X
The Land of Painted Caves is the final book in Jean Auel's series of Earth's Children. The author is reputed to be a master of detail so it is no surprise the book took ten years to write. The Land of Painted Caves is a hefty tome divided into 3 parts of 41 chapters and 757 pages. It also has an authentic map of prehistoric Europe during the Ice Age and a fictional map of sacred Zelandonii sites.
Extensive research is the foundation of this author's writing. To ensure her descriptions are accurate and realistic Auel consulted with French archeologists (Drs. Jean Clottes and Jean-Philippe Rigaud), visited the Ice Age stone shelter at Gorge d'Enfer, and toured painted caves in southern France. She also had valuable textual material written in French translated to English.
About a third of the book is dedicated to summarizing Ayla's experiences in books 1 through 5 in the Earth's Children series. Readers are reintroduced to the people, situations, and skills that make Ayla a remarkable prehistoric woman. She is characterized as a fearless survivor, adaptive inventor, and humanistic leader.
The other two-thirds of The Land of Painted Caves focuses on her experiences as an acolyte in training of the First Zelandonii, Marthona of the Ninth Cave (One Who Was First Among Those Who Serve The Great Earth Mother). Ayla is now mated to Jondalar and the mother of a girl, Jonayla.
To become a full acolyte Ayla must go on the Donier Tour traveling to Zelandonii sacred sites, observing the night sky for a year and creating a celestial map, and undergoing rigorous personal deprivation. All these activities and commitments strain her relationship with Jondalar leading to his sexual involvement with another woman, Marona. The resolution of her feelings about human reproduction and true love end the saga of Earth's Children on an upbeat.
Among Ayla's more memorable experiences are her Donier Tour visits to many sacred sites, the beautifully decorated caves of the Children of the Doni. In every cave Ayla sees the art work of the Ancient Ones and marvels at the paintings of mammoths, rhinoceros, aurochs, ibex, megaceros, reindeer, hyenas, and horses. She also finds paintings of her personal spiritual totem (a lion) and a skull of a bear leading her to wonder if the caves are also spiritually important to her clan.
There is a considerable amount of repetition of experiences and activities among characters. It feels as if the author is writing words to fill up pages rather than creating lively and original dialogue and encounters. I grant you the book sizes up to her past novels in terms of dimensions but, for me, there seems to be something lacking in the quality of writing.
You can experience for yourself the marvels of Ayla's cave visits without traveling back in tin to the era of Cromagnon/Neanderthal people or the Pliestocene Epoch 35,000 years ago or jetting off to modern day France. A virtual tour of Lascaux cave allows you to walk through the cave passages and explore the paintings made 17, 000 years ago. The Upper Paleolithic cave is located near Montignac in the Dordogne region of France.
Prehistoric France
Living Sites


Home » Forums » Education » Can foreigners graduated in South Korea be employed in South Korea?
Can foreigners graduated in South Korea be employed in South Korea?
Nowadays I am studying at Master's. And I wonder if I can get a job in South Korea after I graduate as a non- native English speaker. Although my level of English is the same with native speakers, I sometimes doubt that I may not be able to get a job in teaching English in South Korea.
1- Can foreigners --- ---- graduated in South Korea be employed in South Korea?
2- Nowadays I am studying --- at Master's -----. And I wonder if I can get a job in South Korea after I graduate as a non- native English speaker.
3- Although my level of English is the same with native speakers, I sometimes doubt that I may not be able to get a job in teaching English in South Korea.
Thank you for what you have written. I would be more than happy if I could get an answer to the question. I know there are many nice and intelligent people here.
Can I get a job in Korea if I graduate from a Korean University?
I meant: If a foreign student graduates from a University in South Korea, can they get a job in this country? Some people say yes, others, however say no. I just wanted to get an answer for the question. Thank you.
If you are not on the LIST of accepted countries, no.


REU's, or Research Experiences for Undergraduates, are a great option for students interested in conducting research in a field related to their major, and most will qualify for a co-op. REU's are competitive, paid summer research programs for undergraduates studying STEM disciplines. Funded by the NSF (National Science Foundation), each is associated with a specific research project, where the student can work closely with faculty and other researchers at universities around the country. This workshop gives you information on finding an REU, how to prepare and apply, and tips for success in obtaining an REU.


text:
Muriel Roberta Latow (September 27, 1931 – February 4, 2003) was an American art expert, gallery owner, interior designer, and erotic author. She has been credited with giving Andy Warhol the original idea to paint Campbell's Soup Cans and the 200 One-Dollar Bills silkscreens, and her written works reflect her travels throughout Europe. Her later erotic fiction also reflected her knowledge and experience in the worlds of art.

Biography

Early life and art career
Latow was born on September 27, 1931 in Springfield, Massachusetts. She had an early interest in art and moved to New York City to study interior design at Parsons School of Design.

She then worked as an interior designer in Manhattan, during which time she befriended numerous prominent abstract and pop culture artists of that era, including Mark Rothko and Andy Warhol. She actively participated in the "pop art scene" in the 1960s and became "famous for her generosity and the wild parties in her Mayfair apartment. The carpets were of fur, indoor trees reached to the high ceilings, from which canaries sang in cages and Roberta herself looked magnificent in extraordinary jewelry and eastern garments."

In 1960, she opened an art gallery in Manhattan, and opened it with encouragement from her friends but had to close it six years later because of competition from more established galleries.

According to Latow's Amazon.com biography, "She was a noted art expert and gallery owner and has been credited with giving Andy Warhol the original idea to paint Campbell's Soup Cans. While multiple people have taken that credit, many attribute the suggestion to Latow, including Ted Carey – a close friend of Warhol's during the late 1950s/early 1960s – who reports in Warhol's biography, Pop: The Genius of Andy Warhol: "the gallerist Muriel Latow came up with the idea for both the Soup Cans and Warhol's money paintings," and in compensation for that contribution, "on 23 November 1961, Warhol wrote Latow a cheque for $50 [more than $300 in 2010 terms]."

In the early 1970s, Latow moved to Europe. There, she visited and lived in various parts of the Mediterranean Sea. She particularly liked Greece, where she lived for many years and worked as an art dealer and interior decorator, remodelling homes and travelling the world to select antiquities for museums and art dealers.

Later life and writing career
In 1981, Latow later moved to London, where she wrote her first erotic novel Three Rivers, and became an international bestseller. She ultimately settled in the English countryside and wrote over 20 more novels. Many of her books' backgrounds reflect her travels in Europe.

Death
Latow died of cancer on February 4, 2003, in Oxford, England at the age of 71.

Bibliography
Novels (Headline Book Publishing)

 Three Rivers (1981)
 Tidal Wave (1983)
 Soft Warm Rain (1986)
 This Stream of Dreams (1987)
 White Moon, Black Sea (1988)
 Cheyney Fox (1990)
 Cannonberry Chase (1991)
 Those Wicked Pleasures (1992)
 Her Hungry Heart (1993)
 Love Chooses (1993)
 A Rage to Live (1994)
 Objects of Desire (1995)
 Acts of Love (1995)
 Forbidden (1995)
 The Pleasure Seekers (1996)
 Secret Souls (1996)
 Only in the Night (1997)
 The Sweet Caress (1997)
 Her One Obsession (1998)
 Embrace Me (1999)
 Take Me Higher (1999)
 Body and Soul (2001)
 The Blue Lotus (2006)

References

20th-century American women writers
1931 births
2003 deaths
21st-century American women


Caribou Coffee located at 515 Delaware Street SE, Minneapolis, MN is a premium coffeehouse featuring high quality, handcrafted beverages and food. At our University Of Minnesota - Moos Tower location we serve expertly roasted coffee blends & espressos and our handcrafted beverages, such as mochas and lattes, are created using only the best ingredients. Our food offerings include a variety of premium breakfast sandwiches, baked goods and snacks to fuel life's adventures.


text:
Q: In EmberJS, how do you update the URL in a dynamic route when a model changes? Due to our URL scheme, we have a route with a dynamic segment that acts like a file path:
@resource 'node', { path: '/*node_path' }, ->

If a user changes the name of one of the nodes in the path, how do you get the URL to automatically update to reflect this? We're using ember-data.
I've tried adding an observer to the models from the controller, but it throws an error because the models change during the route transition period.
folderNameUpdated: (->
  console.log 'Folder name changed'
  Ember.run.next @, ->
    @send 'invalidateModel'
).observes('model.name')


text:
Q: RangeSlide: how to enable it? i'm just looking how to enable range slider on kendo slider for angular 2:
Here component page: http://www.telerik.com/kendo-angular-ui/components/inputs/slider/
So thanks.
Diego

A: Currently the Kendo UI Slider for Angular 2 cannot be used as a range slider.


we headed off in the sunshine to do the walk around Ag Gerasimos and Old Valsamata.
We drove over from Lassi, taking the road into the near edge of Argostoli, going along the coast to the other side of the bay, before cutting across the island through Razata on the road towards Sami. Very soon we reached a junction and taking the right fork took us towards Ag Gerasimos. It was an easy drive and sufficiently well signposted. We would be coming back to Lassi by another road which would complete the circle. Before we started the walk itself we explored the monastery complex of Ag Gerasimos, and I have to say it is stunning throughout.
It is set in such a serene location, is dominated by a building which is magnificent from the outside, even in the shadow of the surrounding mountains, and which has interiors that are beyond description. We began in this imposing new church, entering through the door along the left-hand side, and were immediately struck by the splendour inside.
Going for the wow factor !
and we were fortunate enough to be there while a blessing and veneration took place. We were also fortunate that the nuns had a selection of skirts available to borrow outside so that Debbie could be appropriately dressed to enter.
We left the complex through the high bell tower, to begin our walk.
The walk begins on the road opposite the monastery, going uphill towards Mixata. As it swept right we stayed ahead uphill on a concrete road before turning left at a crossroads of the tracks.
We were now on a track and walking across a gorge with wonderful and extensive views of where we had come from over the Omala plain, and all in the shadow of the mountains and under the sun on a beautiful day which was not too hot. Very soon we reached the first ruins of old Valsamata, destroyed in 50 seconds in the earthquake of 1953, but the ruins still give a wonderous representation of the village that would have stood here.
We headed towards the village church, and then behind that up the old village street, before returning to the church to continue the walk past the church tower with its Venetian-style base and then the smaller, more recent chapel of Ag Paraskevi. We kept along the main track now as it slowly wound its way to new Valsamata, going downhill on a concrete track to the left which became a stony track and ran alongside the wall of the boundary of Moni Aiyon, and we kept going until we reached a road, turning left to walk into the village.
It is a lovely village to walk through and when we came to a major tarmac road we turned right uphill to pass the church and two war memorials on our right, before going on to a crossroads and turning left to take the road out of town. We turned left downhill when we got to a no-entry sign, crossed the next road and took the steps down to the main road to Ag Gerasimos, stopping at Denni's taverna, which we had spotted on our initial drive in. Denni does not appear to have a menu and instead tells you what he has been cooking that day. We had one of each, with Debbie having the chicken with potatos and I had the spaghetti with a tomato sauce, both of which were delicious.
In fact, that was the best spaghetti I ate all holiday. Denni also brought us two plates piled high with his grapes, because, as he put it, he "had a lot," and they were very tasty too. We were suitably refreshed and followed the road past the holy well in the centre of the roundabout before we got back to the car. We did not stop, however, as we carried on along the track to the right of the monastery, which curled round to the left and rose up to the Robola Winery, where we were able to take a tour of the facilities before Debbie enjoyed a wine tasting of three of their products. We bought a bottle of their red.
We walked back to the car, which was parked in front of the monastery, and we had noticed their was a sign for Argostoli pointing up that road, so we decided to follow it. This kept us inland and took us through Troianata before we passed the imposing St George's Castle and joined the main road from Skala to Argostoli, which is a road we would use a few more times this holiday.
We walked for 4.5 miles in total.
You can see more photographs from the monastery here.
You can see more photographs from the winery here.
This entry was posted in Kefalonia, Walks. Bookmark the permalink.


Every day fitness gets more insane. New workouts, new shoes, new clothing, new equipment, new DVDs, new diets, new cleanses. Will those new toning clothes help you lose weight? Should you try Bikram yoga with a hip replacement? How is that new cleanse; and should you cleanse at all? Let our fitness expert Lynda Lippin answer your questions and give you advice. Email your questions and suggestions to lynda.lippin@ w88 slots www.missmurdermystery.com.
Anytime I have tried to take a pilates session with regular socks on I have been disappointed.


Tracking is available for most packages sent via a courier service, if tracking is available then your tracking number for your package is sent within your despatch email. If your package doesn't arrive by the by the estimated timescale, please email us.
Courier: Depending on the product value either a next working day service or a standard 2-3 working day service will be used for UK orders, International orders would be sent using a 7-10 working day service.


We get it, searching for wedding venues in Leicester can be quite a daunting task. The selection is vast and it's extremely difficult to decide which venue is best for you. The most important thing to consider is location. This is perhaps the most important aspect of all, irrespective of if the hotel comes equipped with a range of accommodating features like ours, if your guests are unable to get to the venue, then it doesn't matter what facilities it has, or how good they are.
At Holiday Inn Leicester Wigston, you can relax in the knowledge that none of these problems will arise. Situated close to all the attractions that Leicester city centre can offer, Holiday Inn Leicester Wigston is close to all major transport links meaning people will have no issues in getting to our location.
Our wedding suites can also cater for up to 350 guests meaning space isn't a problem. Our hotel has the experience and reputation for excellent service and attention to detail, to ensure that you and your guests relax and enjoy the perfect Leicester Wedding.
We can also cater for Asian weddings and celebrations, offering the perfect cuisine, food and decorative elements for an enjoyable and authentic experience.
Give us a call on 0116 288 6161 for more information or view our weddings brochure via the website.


text:
Q: php sort array without custom function Here is an extract of my test code and data:-
//Update Array
$civs[1][1]="1";
$civs[1][2]="Inca";
$civs[2][1]="2";
$civs[2][2]="India";

//Sort Array
array_multisort($civs[0][2], SORT_DESC, SORT_STRING,
            $civs[0][1], SORT_NUMERIC, SORT_DESC);

Output:-

Warning: array_multisort(): Argument #1 is expected to be an array or
  a sort flag in ~/test.php on line 3

array(3) { [1]=> array(2) { [1]=> string(1) "1" [2]=> string(4) "Inca" } [2]=> array(2) { [1]=> string(1) "2" [2]=> string(5) "India" } [0]=> array(2) { [2]=> NULL [1]=> NULL } }

Problem statement
Depending on what the User selects I need to sort the array in PHP either on the 1st (numeric) or 2nd (alphanumeric) element of the 2nd part of the array but can't see how to do that, the various PHP sorts don't seem to allow you to tell it what is to be sorted on, have tried the above code . The PHP Manual for uksort says "If the array you wish to sort needs to be sorted by some non-trivial criteria," well numeric is about as trivial as it gets!
I've been looking at this for a couple of hours now and am sure I must be missing something as all I can see is that I have to write a custom function but surely PHP knows how to do simple sorts based on numeric or text values?
Main question I found was this:- How can I sort arrays and data in PHP?  and I also spent a fair bit of time browsing through http://php.net/manual/en/array.sorting.php.
Apologies if I have missed something obvious.


text:
Gabriel Iglesias will bring The Fluffy Movie to a cinema near you this summer 2014
The next stand-up comedian to hit the big-screen big time is Gabriel Iglesias.
Open Road Films announced today it will distribute Gulfstream Pictures' The Fluffy Movie — a stand-up comedy concert film starring Iglesias — in cinemas nationwide on July 11, 2014.
Iglesias exclaimed on Twitter @fluffyguy: "ITS OFFICIAL, "THE FLUFFY MOVIE" COMES OUT JULY 11TH 🙂"
He'll film his upcoming shows Feb. 28 and March 1 at the SAP Center in San Jose, the arena where the NHL's Sharks play.
This follows what already had been a busy previous year for "Fluffy." Iglesias most recently provided a voice in the animated film, The Nut Job, and had a supporting role in Magic Mike. His third one-hour DVD/special for Comedy Central, "Aloha Fluffy," debuted in April 2013.
Levity Entertainment also is producing The Fluffy Movie, along with Iglesias' Fluffy Inc., as well as Gulfstream and Arsonhouse Entertainment. For a money quote, here's Open Road CEO Tom Ortenberg: "Gabriel has worked incredibly hard to become a massive success in the world of stand-up comedy. With his roles in Magic Mike and The Nut Job and a hilarious performance in our upcoming film A Haunted House 2, he is a rising star on the big screen and this new film is certain to be a hit with comedy lovers everywhere."
Taggedconcert filmfluffyGabriel Iglesiasstand-upThe Fluffy Movie
Erin Foley on The Arsenio Hall Show
The Pajama Men: Just the Two of Each of Us
Movie trailer: Kristen Wiig and Bill Hader are "The Skeleton Twins"
Groundhog Day, Ned Ryerson, the TV ad Microsoft should air today, and stories from Stephen Tobolowsky
Eddie Pepitone, "The Bitter Buddha," on measuring his own success
One thought on "Gabriel Iglesias will bring The Fluffy Movie to a cinema near you this summer 2014"
Pingback: Rick Gutierrez, presented by Gabriel Iglesias, presents his first stand-up special at 51: "I'm Not Mad, I'm Just a Parent!" on NUVOtv | The Comic's Comic


text:
import * as React from 'react';

/** StatelessWithDefaultProps props */
export interface StatelessWithDefaultPropsAsStringProps {
  /** sampleTrue description */
  sampleTrue?: boolean;
  /** sampleFalse description */
  sampleFalse?: boolean;
  /** sampleNumberWithPrefix description */
  sampleNumberWithPrefix?: number;
  /** sampleNumber description */
  sampleNumber?: number;
  /** sampleNull description */
  sampleNull?: null;
  /** sampleUndefined description */
  sampleUndefined?: undefined;
}

export const StatelessWithDefaultPropsAsString: React.StatelessComponent<StatelessWithDefaultPropsAsStringProps> = props => (

test

);

StatelessWithDefaultPropsAsString.defaultProps = {
  sampleFalse: false,
  sampleNull: null,
  sampleNumber: 1,
  sampleNumberWithPrefix: -1,
  sampleTrue: true,
  sampleUndefined: undefined
};

redpajama_set_name: RedPajamaGithub


text:
" Welcome Back "
All Africa News. Nigeria News. Cameroon News. Events. Jokes. Sports. Celebrity Gist and Words of God
Cameroon: by mistake, gendarmerie shoots an apprentice driver
A driver and his assistant in charge of loading the goods, called "motorboy" as is customary in the jargon specific to this sector of activity, transported in their truck, sacks of flour in the direction of Garoua Boulaï.
On leaving Awae, the two stopped after finding that the tarpaulin of the truck which covered the flour had been torn apart. This is how the "motorboys" will take their places in the back of the truck to control the goods.
The police are mistaken
While the victim was in the back of the vehicle, a pickup from the Mengang gendarmerie arises. Seeing the "motorboys" doing their job, they will think they are dealing with a thief. Thus, one of the elements of the brigade will draw his weapon and shoot two bullets on the young man who will die a few minutes later, relates the media consultant.
Panicked after realizing their irreparable blunder, the gendarmes will drive the truck driver to the cell and the truck to the pound.
The "motorboys" were put in the morgue of Akonolinga pending investigations. Meanwhile, despite the wrath of the owner of the truck who arrived on the scene, the gendarmes maintain a version according to which the driver and the "motorboys" were trying to steal the goods from where their intervention, specifies David Eboutou.
In a show of solidarity, the transporters' union is organizing to take this matter to the highest level so that justice can be done.
Source: Lebledparle.com
By Afrinews.Pro at March 29, 2020
Copy Right © 2018 Afrinews.Pro All Rights Reserved. Powered by Blogger.


text:
using Gmich.Cedrus.Input;
using Gmich.Cedrus.Logging;
using Microsoft.Xna.Framework;
using Microsoft.Xna.Framework.Graphics;

namespace Gmich.Cedrus.Scene
{
    public interface ISceneHost
    {
        IAppender Logger { get; }
        GraphicsDevice Device { get; }
        GameSettings GameSettings { get; }
        SceneSettings SceneSettings { get; }
        GameWindow Window { get; }
        void Unload();
        void HandleInput(InputHandler inputManager, Timeline time);
        void FixedUpdate(Timeline time);
        void Render();
    }

}


Spring is just around the corner and it's not too early to have a pair of sunglasses in your bag to keep you protected from the sun. SmartBuyGlasses is an online retailer that has been around for over 10 years providing a large range of authentic designer eyewear. They were founded in Australia back in 2008 and provide over 24 months of warranty if there are any manufacture defects of glasses or sunglasses without exception for free.
All you need is your prescription handy if you need it and their in-house optometrists can create glasses and contacts to order.
I wanted to go with something out of the ordinary, so I ordered the Prada PR64TS. These are sunglasses but I loved how they are polarized and gives and nice look when walking around town.
It's definitely not your standard sunglasses and make people wonder where you got them. Protecting your eyes from the sun with style.
Sunglasses were sponsored by SmartBuyGlasses but all opinions are all my own.


The Occupational Safety and Health Administration (OHSA) has issued a Clarification on Workplace Safety Incentive Programs and Post-Incident Drug Testing Under 29 C.F.R. §1904.35(b)(1)(iv)." Prior guidance from OSHA led many employers to believe that they must eliminate post-accident testing.
The Department believes that many employers who implement safety incentive programs and/or conduct post-incident drug testing do so to promote workplace safety and health. In addition, evidence that the employer consistently enforces legitimate work rules (whether or not an injury or illness is reported) would demonstrate that the employer is serious about creating a culture of safety, not just the appearance of reducing rates.
Action taken under a safety incentive program or post-incident drug testing policy would only violate 29 C.F.R. § 1904.35(b)(1)(iv) if the employer took the action to penalize an employee for reporting a work-related injury or illness rather than for the legitimate purpose of promoting workplace safety and health.
While OSHA has clarified it position on drug testing, employers should be aware that states often have their own drug testing restrictions, which may place additional limitations on when and how tests may be performed.


A new company, Seabird are now taking orders!
AquaVenture WaterCrafts has recently introduced the SeaBird towable submersible, the fastest, best maneuvering, and least expensive classed, personal sub in the world! Our patent-pending tow and control system delivers the power of internal combustion to an underwater vessel. 'Flown" with a joystick, SeaBird is fully controllable within a cone behind it's towing vessel, and can maneuver as aggressively as a jet fighter or as smoothly as a luxury auto. And because it has no propulsion system of its own, it's also the least expensive ABS classed sub available!


Welcome, You can play Scribble free online flash games On mzbox.com, now, this game have 255 total plays, have rating 1 good and 0 bad. Fun and happy day. Play Scribble game, you may need to download Flash Player or Shockwave Player browser is not installed will be prompted.
We find some of the game: String Theory 2, Doras Ride-Along City Adventure, String Theory and Puppy Star Doghouse.