tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25957286959974825652011-07-28T20:46:04.123+01:00sempre que possível...e mesmo quando parece pouco provável...Carla Naviohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04570940607560480887noreply@blogger.comBlogger241100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2595728695997482565.post-67312656330039055872010-04-11T14:23:00.000+01:002010-07-19T14:25:38.711+01:00...bélgica e holanda...<br />...reportagem para quando estiver com mais tempo...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2595728695997482565-6731265633003905587?l=caminhosadentro.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Carla Naviohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04570940607560480887noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2595728695997482565.post-73998030110538272672009-07-30T13:00:00.016+01:002009-09-01T20:52:42.955+01:00<div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size: 130%;">a maior aventura da minha vida...</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size: 130%;">pelo menos por agora!</span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><br /><img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t_5SBUOTXXc/SpLqqW_zZUI/AAAAAAAABCU/vljFrcwpyoI/s400/IMG_8332.JPG"/><br />Castelo de Linhares da Beira<br />Eu e a Mónica em Linhares da Beira<img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373614234609818514" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t_5SBUOTXXc/SpLprP3mm5I/AAAAAAAABCE/QA1BzYjCfX0/s400/IMG_8199.JPG" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 267px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" />Local: descolagem de parapente</div><div align="center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t_5SBUOTXXc/SnQWWIdv37I/AAAAAAAAA_o/lmUVVnj-fjY/s1600-h/IMG_8216.JPG"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364937625590292402" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t_5SBUOTXXc/SnQWWIdv37I/AAAAAAAAA_o/lmUVVnj-fjY/s320/IMG_8216.JPG" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 214px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /></a> Celso, Eu e Vítor Baía (na preparação do voo...) <img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373614897392417922" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t_5SBUOTXXc/SpLqR07SfII/AAAAAAAABCM/VAmQiYCU55k/s400/IMG_8230.JPG" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 267px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /><br /><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364938430906122322" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t_5SBUOTXXc/SnQXFAgAQFI/AAAAAAAAA_w/Oh89ym9VmfY/s320/IMG_8240.JPG" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 214px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" />Celso, Eu e Vítor Baía ...à espera do vento de frente...<br /><div align="center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t_5SBUOTXXc/SnQVSK20_dI/AAAAAAAAA_Y/FRTa594p0mY/s1600-h/IMG_8246.JPG"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364936458001251794" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t_5SBUOTXXc/SnQVSK20_dI/AAAAAAAAA_Y/FRTa594p0mY/s320/IMG_8246.JPG" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 214px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /></a> eu e o Vítor Baía na descolagem...</div><div align="center">Corre Carla corre! </div><div align="center"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t_5SBUOTXXc/SnQUyxOfmpI/AAAAAAAAA_Q/hgBuq9Z85Vk/s1600-h/IMG_8247.JPG"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364935918545246866" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t_5SBUOTXXc/SnQUyxOfmpI/AAAAAAAAA_Q/hgBuq9Z85Vk/s320/IMG_8247.JPG" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 214px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /></a> eu e o Vítor Baía...já sem os pezitos no chão...(um espectáculo!!!)<br /><br /><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364939360843962098" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t_5SBUOTXXc/SnQX7IydlvI/AAAAAAAAA_4/jEfRuVoVz_I/s320/IMG_8306.JPG" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 214px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" />Teresa, Mónica e Vitor Baía (na preparação)<br /><br /><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364940016407502066" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t_5SBUOTXXc/SnQYhS8_XPI/AAAAAAAABAA/rPwnaOe3pcY/s320/IMG_8308.JPG" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 214px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" />à espera do vento...<br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t_5SBUOTXXc/SnQTlozZgdI/AAAAAAAAA_A/hip0-NJG4MA/s1600-h/IMG_8313.JPG"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364934593434190290" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t_5SBUOTXXc/SnQTlozZgdI/AAAAAAAAA_A/hip0-NJG4MA/s320/IMG_8313.JPG" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 214px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /></a> A Monica e o Vítor Baía na descolagem...<br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t_5SBUOTXXc/SnQTPbUNVOI/AAAAAAAAA-4/wDS-lX9fCNI/s1600-h/IMG_8316.JPG"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364934211856585954" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t_5SBUOTXXc/SnQTPbUNVOI/AAAAAAAAA-4/wDS-lX9fCNI/s320/IMG_8316.JPG" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 214px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /></a> Moníca e o Vítor Baía logo após a descolagem<br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t_5SBUOTXXc/SnQSn2KWQ3I/AAAAAAAAA-w/jXcHMtZx1Ow/s1600-h/IMG_8318.JPG"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364933531868218226" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t_5SBUOTXXc/SnQSn2KWQ3I/AAAAAAAAA-w/jXcHMtZx1Ow/s320/IMG_8318.JPG" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 214px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /></a> Mónica e o Vítor Baía... nos céus de Linhares da Beira<br /><br /><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364935103090535858" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t_5SBUOTXXc/SnQUDTa8LbI/AAAAAAAAA_I/pAOzXsVFGaA/s320/IMG_8248.JPG" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 214px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" />Eu e o Vítor Baía nos céus de Linhares da Beira.<br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t_5SBUOTXXc/SnQSTzgMGYI/AAAAAAAAA-o/R4ASBKnUA8s/s1600-h/IMG_8285.JPG"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364933187557136770" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t_5SBUOTXXc/SnQSTzgMGYI/AAAAAAAAA-o/R4ASBKnUA8s/s320/IMG_8285.JPG" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 214px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /></a> O Vitor e Eu depois da aterragem... </div><div align="justify"><strong>Agradecimentos:</strong> </div><div align="justify">Ao Tiago ...por tudo. </div><div align="justify">Ao Vítor por nos ter proporcionado esta experiência incrivel! </div></div></div></div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2595728695997482565-7399803011053827267?l=caminhosadentro.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Carla Naviohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04570940607560480887noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2595728695997482565.post-76488183000814100332009-07-29T23:20:00.004+01:002009-08-02T18:02:05.520+01:00<div align="center"><br /></div><div align="justify">Ao fim da tarde lá fomos até à Serra para mais uma caminhada.<br /><strong><span style="color:#006600;">Caminheiros:</span></strong> Mónica, Pedro Sousa, Tiago Lages e Eu.<br />Deixamos o carro no cruzamento para Manteigas (Nave de Santo António) e subimos a encosta do lado esquerdo (na perspectiva de quem continua a subir em direcção à torre).<br />O Tiago foi o nosso guia.<br />Deixo aqui o registo fotográfico (cedido gentilmente pelos fotógrafos de serviço - Mónica e Pedro).<br />Quanto ao prazer de passear por estes lugares, e a experimentação de sensações (visuais, olfactivas, emotivas,...) que só a mãe natureza nos permite... qualquer descrição seria necessariamente menor. Tem de se estar para se sentir...<br /></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364923704250510930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t_5SBUOTXXc/SnQJrzbsrlI/AAAAAAAAA-Q/6i5giF_6GXI/s320/IMG_4231.jpg" border="0" /> <p align="center">Pedro (na subida...)</p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364930886380309218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t_5SBUOTXXc/SnQQN284SuI/AAAAAAAAA-g/WQcaWcHsjgo/s320/IMG_8126.JPG" border="0" /> <p align="center">Mónica (na subida...)<br /></p><div align="center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t_5SBUOTXXc/SnQImouOCmI/AAAAAAAAA94/6WJ7owv4NnU/s1600-h/IMG_4237.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364922515964430946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t_5SBUOTXXc/SnQImouOCmI/AAAAAAAAA94/6WJ7owv4NnU/s320/IMG_4237.jpg" border="0" /></a>o Tiago, Eu e o Pedro<br /><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t_5SBUOTXXc/SnQHVI7Ie1I/AAAAAAAAA9o/pypClLlTYGo/s1600-h/IMG_8138.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364921115859254098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t_5SBUOTXXc/SnQHVI7Ie1I/AAAAAAAAA9o/pypClLlTYGo/s320/IMG_8138.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t_5SBUOTXXc/SnQHGJX0tXI/AAAAAAAAA9g/WZj_QczSNLo/s1600-h/IMG_8146.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364920858281555314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t_5SBUOTXXc/SnQHGJX0tXI/AAAAAAAAA9g/WZj_QczSNLo/s320/IMG_8146.JPG" border="0" /></a>até parece fácil... <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364924157093774994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t_5SBUOTXXc/SnQKGKZ8hpI/AAAAAAAAA-Y/nVr8LiSlP5U/s320/IMG_4250.jpg" border="0" />as paisagens<br /><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t_5SBUOTXXc/SnQGm-9VayI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/0BefEHng54U/s1600-h/IMG_8178.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364920322910153506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t_5SBUOTXXc/SnQGm-9VayI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/0BefEHng54U/s320/IMG_8178.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t_5SBUOTXXc/SnQGO2mQwuI/AAAAAAAAA9Q/6vfBBRWXihg/s1600-h/IMG_8183.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364919908349035234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t_5SBUOTXXc/SnQGO2mQwuI/AAAAAAAAA9Q/6vfBBRWXihg/s320/IMG_8183.JPG" border="0" /></a> eu, a Mónica e o Tiago (ao pé da estrada depois da subida da encosta). </div><div align="center">O Sousa também cá estava...do lado de lá da machine!<br /><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t_5SBUOTXXc/SnQFwzTU4FI/AAAAAAAAA9I/zJcTj2u4BpA/s1600-h/IMG_8192.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364919392068231250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t_5SBUOTXXc/SnQFwzTU4FI/AAAAAAAAA9I/zJcTj2u4BpA/s320/IMG_8192.JPG" border="0" /></a> No regresso...pela encosta<br /><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t_5SBUOTXXc/SnQFWAer6LI/AAAAAAAAA9A/HaMcEL0QWuI/s1600-h/IMG_4282.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364918931749071026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t_5SBUOTXXc/SnQFWAer6LI/AAAAAAAAA9A/HaMcEL0QWuI/s320/IMG_4282.jpg" border="0" /></a></div><br /></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2595728695997482565-7648818300081410033?l=caminhosadentro.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Carla Naviohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04570940607560480887noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2595728695997482565.post-46339018680718217442009-07-28T14:28:00.000+01:002009-08-02T18:03:11.620+01:00Estrela, Serra, Caminhada, fim da tarde de um dia de muito sol, Eu o Sousa o Patrício e a Mónica (Marisa ficou a descansar), varanda, pastores (costumam andar por aqui), águias, gafanhotos, aranhas, vegetação rasteira, lagoa das Penhas, a torre ...ao longe, lindas paisagens, terras e gentes no horizonte (Bouça, Cortes do meio, Cortes de baixo, Paúl, Unhais da Serra, Casegas, Fundão) com um desnível superior a 1000 metros.<br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t_5SBUOTXXc/SnBP2Plq5DI/AAAAAAAAA74/r1z4uYXRRYI/s1600-h/DSC05819.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363874949514322994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t_5SBUOTXXc/SnBP2Plq5DI/AAAAAAAAA74/r1z4uYXRRYI/s320/DSC05819.JPG" border="0" /></a> O início...<br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t_5SBUOTXXc/SnBPwhBMZBI/AAAAAAAAA7w/g5PnqyQFgLc/s1600-h/DSC05822.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363874851113952274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t_5SBUOTXXc/SnBPwhBMZBI/AAAAAAAAA7w/g5PnqyQFgLc/s320/DSC05822.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t_5SBUOTXXc/SnBPnR2RATI/AAAAAAAAA7o/kB7F9gnanpw/s1600-h/DSC05847.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363874692422762802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t_5SBUOTXXc/SnBPnR2RATI/AAAAAAAAA7o/kB7F9gnanpw/s320/DSC05847.JPG" border="0" /></a> Pedro Sousa, Mónica e Pedro Patrício<br /><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t_5SBUOTXXc/SnBPf7BG9fI/AAAAAAAAA7g/-Ln6iT50UW0/s1600-h/DSC05849.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363874566035142130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t_5SBUOTXXc/SnBPf7BG9fI/AAAAAAAAA7g/-Ln6iT50UW0/s320/DSC05849.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t_5SBUOTXXc/SnBPXa9Vh0I/AAAAAAAAA7Y/WlRGOdS_CyY/s1600-h/DSC05860.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363874419990431554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t_5SBUOTXXc/SnBPXa9Vh0I/AAAAAAAAA7Y/WlRGOdS_CyY/s320/DSC05860.JPG" border="0" /></a>Mónica e Pedro Patrício<br /><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t_5SBUOTXXc/SnBPQuDWK0I/AAAAAAAAA7Q/PYuDsL1B0fM/s1600-h/DSC05864.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363874304856828738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t_5SBUOTXXc/SnBPQuDWK0I/AAAAAAAAA7Q/PYuDsL1B0fM/s320/DSC05864.JPG" border="0" /></a>Pedro Sousa<br /><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t_5SBUOTXXc/SnBPIm8SiSI/AAAAAAAAA7I/xVt0w7PF5VI/s1600-h/DSC05876.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363874165509228834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t_5SBUOTXXc/SnBPIm8SiSI/AAAAAAAAA7I/xVt0w7PF5VI/s320/DSC05876.JPG" border="0" /></a>Terras no horizonte<br /><div><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t_5SBUOTXXc/SnBO0D_waUI/AAAAAAAAA64/Io2QZh9dpec/s1600-h/DSC05862.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363873812531145026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t_5SBUOTXXc/SnBO0D_waUI/AAAAAAAAA64/Io2QZh9dpec/s320/DSC05862.JPG" border="0" /></a> A varanda dos pastores<br /><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t_5SBUOTXXc/SnBOivSh45I/AAAAAAAAA6w/dLasDhIH_h0/s1600-h/DSC05883.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363873514914964370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t_5SBUOTXXc/SnBOivSh45I/AAAAAAAAA6w/dLasDhIH_h0/s320/DSC05883.JPG" border="0" /></a> No regresso...</div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2595728695997482565-4633901868071821744?l=caminhosadentro.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Carla Naviohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04570940607560480887noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2595728695997482565.post-74104728964037550582009-07-16T20:00:00.007+01:002009-07-17T21:16:57.258+01:00<div align="left">Hoje fui conhecer a Ecovia que liga Ponte da Barca (Bravães) a Ponte de Lima.<br />Um percurso carregadinho de adjectivos...(<span style="color:#006600;"><strong>Belo</strong> </span>- é o eleito por mim)<br />A repetir ... definitivamente!<br /><br /></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359519830638682546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t_5SBUOTXXc/SmDW49fhYbI/AAAAAAAAA5o/pi2EBl4y_Lc/s320/DSC05737.JPG" border="0" /> <p align="center">O grupo: Hélder, Carina, Anabela...e eu (do lado de cá da machine!)<br /></p><p align="center"><br /><span style="color:#006600;"><span style="font-size:180%;"><strong>Dez Postais</strong>...</span><br /></span><span style="font-size:85%;">(aqueles que a mãe naturea nos oferece e que geralmente não valorizamos nem prestamos grande atenção...)</span> </p><p align="center"></p><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t_5SBUOTXXc/SmBbRY-V4NI/AAAAAAAAA5I/Fx9lVAcfObo/s1600-h/DSC05738.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359383910890725586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t_5SBUOTXXc/SmBbRY-V4NI/AAAAAAAAA5I/Fx9lVAcfObo/s320/DSC05738.JPG" border="0" /> <p align="center"></a></p><p align="center"><strong>Postal 1. </strong></p><div align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t_5SBUOTXXc/SmBbGu17e0I/AAAAAAAAA5A/TCj3OHUfUjg/s1600-h/DSC05743.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359383727782460226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t_5SBUOTXXc/SmBbGu17e0I/AAAAAAAAA5A/TCj3OHUfUjg/s320/DSC05743.JPG" border="0" /></a><strong>Postal 2. </strong><br /><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t_5SBUOTXXc/SmBa5VxtHHI/AAAAAAAAA44/662Ll1BK4ik/s1600-h/DSC05746.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359383497715555442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t_5SBUOTXXc/SmBa5VxtHHI/AAAAAAAAA44/662Ll1BK4ik/s320/DSC05746.JPG" border="0" /></a>da Barca a Lima (a caminho...)<br /><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t_5SBUOTXXc/SmBav4JBJ0I/AAAAAAAAA4w/v4LqjRDtOX4/s1600-h/DSC05748.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359383335141451586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t_5SBUOTXXc/SmBav4JBJ0I/AAAAAAAAA4w/v4LqjRDtOX4/s320/DSC05748.JPG" border="0" /></a><strong> Postal 3. </strong><br /><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t_5SBUOTXXc/SmBalW4H6BI/AAAAAAAAA4o/132EKG7wVBY/s1600-h/DSC05754.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359383154413529106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t_5SBUOTXXc/SmBalW4H6BI/AAAAAAAAA4o/132EKG7wVBY/s320/DSC05754.JPG" border="0" /></a><strong> Postal 4</strong><br /><div><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t_5SBUOTXXc/SmBaSCYnH7I/AAAAAAAAA4Y/s0BsjmRFTFA/s1600-h/DSC05756.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359382822495133618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t_5SBUOTXXc/SmBaSCYnH7I/AAAAAAAAA4Y/s0BsjmRFTFA/s320/DSC05756.JPG" border="0" /></a> não é a jangada de Tom Sawyer mas é bem original...<br /><div><div><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t_5SBUOTXXc/SmBZyc32fdI/AAAAAAAAA4A/L2Ptwi2_878/s1600-h/DSC05760.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359382279849672146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t_5SBUOTXXc/SmBZyc32fdI/AAAAAAAAA4A/L2Ptwi2_878/s320/DSC05760.JPG" border="0" /></a>ramadas...uvas...<strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;">Outubro</span></strong> <strong>(?)</strong> (quem sabe não voltamos cá!?)<br /><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t_5SBUOTXXc/SmBZl1nSJTI/AAAAAAAAA34/VMDy7mDlN3U/s1600-h/DSC05767.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359382063152768306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t_5SBUOTXXc/SmBZl1nSJTI/AAAAAAAAA34/VMDy7mDlN3U/s320/DSC05767.JPG" border="0" /></a> Barcos (de outros tempos...uma pena!)<br /><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t_5SBUOTXXc/SmBZV1jEb8I/AAAAAAAAA3w/YFv8_kWDBWo/s1600-h/DSC05774.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359381788257185730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t_5SBUOTXXc/SmBZV1jEb8I/AAAAAAAAA3w/YFv8_kWDBWo/s320/DSC05774.JPG" border="0" /></a> a ponte...</div><div><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t_5SBUOTXXc/SmBZK695FcI/AAAAAAAAA3o/9nsFGfsQX1g/s1600-h/DSC05778.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359381600733304258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t_5SBUOTXXc/SmBZK695FcI/AAAAAAAAA3o/9nsFGfsQX1g/s320/DSC05778.JPG" border="0" /></a><strong> Postal 6.</strong></div><div><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t_5SBUOTXXc/SmBY-1FpnwI/AAAAAAAAA3g/aeISD3FjgX8/s1600-h/DSC05785.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359381392996802306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t_5SBUOTXXc/SmBY-1FpnwI/AAAAAAAAA3g/aeISD3FjgX8/s320/DSC05785.JPG" border="0" /></a>Carina<br /><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t_5SBUOTXXc/SmBYyezsjyI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/Bfok2roe-nM/s1600-h/DSC05789.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359381180857487138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t_5SBUOTXXc/SmBYyezsjyI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/Bfok2roe-nM/s320/DSC05789.JPG" border="0" /></a><strong>Postal 7.</strong><br /><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t_5SBUOTXXc/SmBYlXkBGDI/AAAAAAAAA3Q/KePIthjUOt4/s1600-h/DSC05793.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359380955574376498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t_5SBUOTXXc/SmBYlXkBGDI/AAAAAAAAA3Q/KePIthjUOt4/s320/DSC05793.JPG" border="0" /></a> O ditados existem...e tendem a ter a sua razão...<br /><div><div><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t_5SBUOTXXc/SmBYBsls4_I/AAAAAAAAA24/b7E8M-yvprA/s1600-h/DSC05809.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359380342743294962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t_5SBUOTXXc/SmBYBsls4_I/AAAAAAAAA24/b7E8M-yvprA/s320/DSC05809.JPG" border="0" /></a><strong> Postal 8.<br /></strong><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t_5SBUOTXXc/SmBX3pvi-WI/AAAAAAAAA2w/YEl7beO9u3s/s1600-h/DSC05812.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359380170180589922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t_5SBUOTXXc/SmBX3pvi-WI/AAAAAAAAA2w/YEl7beO9u3s/s320/DSC05812.JPG" border="0" /></a><strong> Postal 9.</strong><br /></div><div>Só faltam os convidados... a mesa não poderia estar melhor situada...<span style="color:#cc0000;"><strong>Bon Apetit</strong></span>!<br /><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t_5SBUOTXXc/SmBXtsFa-5I/AAAAAAAAA2o/0cGVVc65-Kw/s1600-h/DSC05815.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359379999010519954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t_5SBUOTXXc/SmBXtsFa-5I/AAAAAAAAA2o/0cGVVc65-Kw/s320/DSC05815.JPG" border="0" /></a>Quase (segundo o Hélder) a chegar a Ponte de Lima...<br />mas ainda faltavam alguns quilómetros...</div><div><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t_5SBUOTXXc/SmBXhPL0UoI/AAAAAAAAA2g/GSkIrM34Qbs/s1600-h/DSC05816.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359379785094288002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t_5SBUOTXXc/SmBXhPL0UoI/AAAAAAAAA2g/GSkIrM34Qbs/s320/DSC05816.JPG" border="0" /></a> <strong>Postal 10.</strong></div><div><span style="color:#006600;"><strong>Lá para o final... Deus presenteou-nos com uma chuva miudinha. </strong><br /></span></div><div><strong><span style="color:#006600;">A mim refrescou-me a alma. Obrigada.<br /></span></strong></div><div><span style="color:#006600;"><strong></strong></span></div><div><span style="color:#006600;"><strong></div></strong></span></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2595728695997482565-7410472896403755058?l=caminhosadentro.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Carla Naviohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04570940607560480887noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2595728695997482565.post-70635220742218105012009-07-12T20:53:00.002+01:002009-07-12T21:00:56.390+01:00<div><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"><strong><em>"Sê a mudança que queres para o Mundo."<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357666009148767794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t_5SBUOTXXc/SlpA2WR_PjI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/YhEJUvnsamo/s320/_MG_0081.JPG" border="0" /></em></strong></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2595728695997482565-7063522074221810501?l=caminhosadentro.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Carla Naviohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04570940607560480887noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2595728695997482565.post-83137968615700898972009-06-30T11:12:00.001+01:002009-07-02T11:28:05.319+01:00A poucos km da Vila dos Arcos de Valdevez fica o Castelo de Santa Cruz.<br />Hoje é um penedo rodeado de verde que possibilita, a quem sobe ao ponto mais alto, ver as lindas paisagens que se espraiam ao longe (Arcos de Valdevez, Ponte da Barca, Parque Natural Peneda-Gerês...)<br /><div align="center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t_5SBUOTXXc/SkyIyoQ2TZI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/kJYqCV8dK7k/s1600-h/DSC05725.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353804460419599762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t_5SBUOTXXc/SkyIyoQ2TZI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/kJYqCV8dK7k/s320/DSC05725.JPG" border="0" /></a> O Penedo...isto é... O Castelo de Santa Cruz</div><div align="center">(esta fotografia não reflecte a grandeza do local)</div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t_5SBUOTXXc/SkyIaDzEsjI/AAAAAAAAA2I/kwTKgOPyRxg/s1600-h/DSC05730.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353804038314177074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t_5SBUOTXXc/SkyIaDzEsjI/AAAAAAAAA2I/kwTKgOPyRxg/s320/DSC05730.JPG" border="0" /></a>Vista panorâmica de Arcos de Valdevez e Ponte da Barca </div><div align="center">(a partir do Castelo)<br /><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t_5SBUOTXXc/SkyINtjsojI/AAAAAAAAA2A/OnvGT-uWKHQ/s1600-h/DSC05727.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353803826185675314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t_5SBUOTXXc/SkyINtjsojI/AAAAAAAAA2A/OnvGT-uWKHQ/s320/DSC05727.JPG" border="0" /></a> Um pouco de História... </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2595728695997482565-8313796861570089897?l=caminhosadentro.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Carla Naviohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04570940607560480887noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2595728695997482565.post-40158868277152413162009-06-17T16:50:00.004+01:002009-06-24T17:10:26.418+01:00<div>O meu Mitsubishi Colt nasceu a 19 de Julho de 1997 e foi abatido a 17 de Junho de 2009, com 177000km.<br />Foram quase 12 anos de cumplicidades.<br /><span style="color:#009900;"><strong>Até sempre meu amigo!</strong></span> <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350927065316320642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 205px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t_5SBUOTXXc/SkJP0MMz5YI/AAAAAAAAA14/eoCkxaLGGTk/s320/DSC05709b.jpg" border="0" /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2595728695997482565-4015886827715241316?l=caminhosadentro.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Carla Naviohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04570940607560480887noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2595728695997482565.post-26907579228320494182009-06-09T14:36:00.003+01:002009-06-24T16:48:11.344+01:00<div align="justify">A barragem do Lindoso, situada no parque Nacional Peneda-Gerês, é uma poderosa obra de engenharia! Demorou 10 anos a ser construída (entre 1982 e 1992) e começou a funcionar em 1993.<br />Actualmente, emprega 12 pessoas, de segunda a sexta das 9 às 17 horas. No restante tempo existe, rotativamente, uma pessoa em permanência de modo a prevenir eventuais anomalias.<br />A possibilidade de conhecer o interior desta barragem e as explicações que nos foram transmitidas pela pessoa que nos acompanhou constituiram uma experiência única.<br /><span style="color:#006600;"><strong>Muito obrigada!!</strong> </span></div><div align="justify"><br /></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t_5SBUOTXXc/SkIu7ImTHgI/AAAAAAAAA1A/3CaYzDT4OLA/s1600-h/DSC05677.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350890900724850178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t_5SBUOTXXc/SkIu7ImTHgI/AAAAAAAAA1A/3CaYzDT4OLA/s320/DSC05677.JPG" border="0" /></a></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify">Estas duas fotografias são um exemplo de que algo se passa nos túneis de acesso ao interior da barragem...Os nossos olhos não conseguiram ver o que a máquina fotográfica registou...</div><div align="justify">O Pedro Patrício (meu amigo e futuro cunhado) pensa que estas bolinhas se ficam a dever aos elevados níveis de electromagnitismo deste lugar...<br /></div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t_5SBUOTXXc/SkIux3tGp8I/AAAAAAAAA04/bCsbPgul00k/s1600-h/DSC05676.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350890741571168194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t_5SBUOTXXc/SkIux3tGp8I/AAAAAAAAA04/bCsbPgul00k/s320/DSC05676.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t_5SBUOTXXc/SkIui0RZoII/AAAAAAAAA0w/OEJID2-SCZA/s1600-h/DSC05680B.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350890482951626882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t_5SBUOTXXc/SkIui0RZoII/AAAAAAAAA0w/OEJID2-SCZA/s320/DSC05680B.jpg" border="0" /></a> No interior da barragem<br /><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t_5SBUOTXXc/SkIt14HCoWI/AAAAAAAAA0g/IX-mRmKDEE0/s1600-h/DSC05684.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350889710887805282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t_5SBUOTXXc/SkIt14HCoWI/AAAAAAAAA0g/IX-mRmKDEE0/s320/DSC05684.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t_5SBUOTXXc/SkItlDbLCjI/AAAAAAAAA0Y/PWSEnbpomRc/s1600-h/DSC05695.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350889421867256370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t_5SBUOTXXc/SkItlDbLCjI/AAAAAAAAA0Y/PWSEnbpomRc/s320/DSC05695.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t_5SBUOTXXc/SkItbuxoGXI/AAAAAAAAA0Q/gJElwHsmU9M/s1600-h/DSC05700.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350889261705468274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t_5SBUOTXXc/SkItbuxoGXI/AAAAAAAAA0Q/gJElwHsmU9M/s320/DSC05700.JPG" border="0" /></a>na sala VIP...onde decorreu há dias o concerto do Paulo Gonzo </div><div><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t_5SBUOTXXc/SkIsFnfKjaI/AAAAAAAAA0A/ustpjQwgnGc/s1600-h/DSC05703.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350887782280236450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t_5SBUOTXXc/SkIsFnfKjaI/AAAAAAAAA0A/ustpjQwgnGc/s320/DSC05703.JPG" border="0" /></a></div></div></div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2595728695997482565-2690757922832049418?l=caminhosadentro.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Carla Naviohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04570940607560480887noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2595728695997482565.post-39500048123611064732009-05-09T13:56:00.002+01:002009-06-24T15:09:57.922+01:00<div align="justify">No âmbito de uma actividade dos Cursos de Educação e Formação de Adultos participei numa caminhada no Parque Natural Peneda-Gerês (entre Bouça dos Homens e a Peneda).</div><div align="justify">Acredito que o contacto com a natureza, além de fazer bem ao corpo e à mente, faz de nós pessoas melhores...mais atentas, mais observadoras, mais perto de nós próprios...da nossa essência...</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t_5SBUOTXXc/SkIlfk0oUxI/AAAAAAAAAzw/1YUi-BeV6Hw/s1600-h/DSC05564.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350880531660165906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t_5SBUOTXXc/SkIlfk0oUxI/AAAAAAAAAzw/1YUi-BeV6Hw/s320/DSC05564.JPG" border="0" /></a> O grupo</div><br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t_5SBUOTXXc/SkIlRd1RfnI/AAAAAAAAAzo/AVst19KsqHg/s1600-h/DSC05580.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350880289265647218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t_5SBUOTXXc/SkIlRd1RfnI/AAAAAAAAAzo/AVst19KsqHg/s400/DSC05580.JPG" border="0" /></a> se conseguirem lançar uma pedrinha e ela ficar sobre esta rocha...casamento pela certa (ainda este ano!).<br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t_5SBUOTXXc/SkIlDATcv3I/AAAAAAAAAzg/e5WZ6nMNAWk/s1600-h/DSC05588.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350880040820981618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 276px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 249px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t_5SBUOTXXc/SkIlDATcv3I/AAAAAAAAAzg/e5WZ6nMNAWk/s400/DSC05588.JPG" border="0" /></a> Almocinho....<br />(José Carlos, D.Conceição e Prof. Rui)<br /><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t_5SBUOTXXc/SkIk2K7YnEI/AAAAAAAAAzY/7Od4paYUWi0/s1600-h/DSC05595.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350879820334537794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t_5SBUOTXXc/SkIk2K7YnEI/AAAAAAAAAzY/7Od4paYUWi0/s400/DSC05595.JPG" border="0" /></a> Uma rã nas mãos do Sr. Adelino<br /><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t_5SBUOTXXc/SkIkJvm5hJI/AAAAAAAAAzQ/R_1rDWYl3kc/s1600-h/DSC05617.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350879057086612626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t_5SBUOTXXc/SkIkJvm5hJI/AAAAAAAAAzQ/R_1rDWYl3kc/s320/DSC05617.JPG" border="0" /></a> Prof. Rosa e Sr. Armando a caminho da peneda...<br />(quando dizem que a descer todos os Santos ajudam deviam pensar melhor...a descer as pernas começam a tremer...e fazer com que parem não é tarefa fácil!!!)<br /><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t_5SBUOTXXc/SkIj_vdfgmI/AAAAAAAAAzI/O4lOtsELaf8/s1600-h/DSC05627.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350878885248467554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t_5SBUOTXXc/SkIj_vdfgmI/AAAAAAAAAzI/O4lOtsELaf8/s320/DSC05627.JPG" border="0" /></a> Peneda (vista panorâmica)<br /><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t_5SBUOTXXc/SkIjwVIcWpI/AAAAAAAAAzA/wnw6ZenwBTM/s1600-h/DSC05636.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350878620482820754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t_5SBUOTXXc/SkIjwVIcWpI/AAAAAAAAAzA/wnw6ZenwBTM/s320/DSC05636.JPG" border="0" /></a> Sr. Adelino, Prof. Olinda, Prof. Isabel e Prof. Rosa na chegada à Peneda<br /><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t_5SBUOTXXc/SkIjiLB1GiI/AAAAAAAAAy4/7dEvrp3o65c/s1600-h/DSC05643.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350878377252559394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t_5SBUOTXXc/SkIjiLB1GiI/AAAAAAAAAy4/7dEvrp3o65c/s320/DSC05643.JPG" border="0" /></a> Igreja Nossa Senhora da Peneda<br /><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t_5SBUOTXXc/SkIjBI740lI/AAAAAAAAAyo/M0TF5uk4wpo/s1600-h/DSC05661.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350877809755083346" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t_5SBUOTXXc/SkIjBI740lI/AAAAAAAAAyo/M0TF5uk4wpo/s200/DSC05661.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><span style="color:#ff9900;"><strong>E no fim da caminhada...já no regresso a casa...</strong></span></div><div><span style="color:#ff9900;"><strong>Pedrinho dormia um soninho descansado.<br /></strong></span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div></div></div><br /></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2595728695997482565-3950004812361106473?l=caminhosadentro.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Carla Naviohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04570940607560480887noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2595728695997482565.post-47745276090410850112008-08-12T15:42:00.000+01:002009-06-23T16:00:49.665+01:00<div align="justify">Depois da aventura de ontem seguimos em direcção à praia de Santa Cruz onde estão as minhas irmãs. </div><div align="justify">No caminho almoçamos em Torres Vedras na companhia de um casal de meia idade muito simpático a quem pedimos informação sobre um bom restaurante para trincar qq coisita. Ora como também iam almoçar acompanharam-nos. Ainda existem pessoas particularmente especiais no nosso país!</div><div align="left">Já em Santa Cruz aproveitamos umas horitas de sol e fomos descansar.</div><div align="left">No dia seguinte... Sintra. Mesmo para quem conhece este local existe sempre algo por descobrir! E as queijadas hum!! ...nunca é demais repetir...</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t_5SBUOTXXc/SkDrMNrzkMI/AAAAAAAAAyg/X2fubQra9qo/s1600-h/DSC05333.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350534952380502210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t_5SBUOTXXc/SkDrMNrzkMI/AAAAAAAAAyg/X2fubQra9qo/s320/DSC05333.JPG" border="0" /></a> Azenhas do mar<br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t_5SBUOTXXc/SkDrBJXwTfI/AAAAAAAAAyY/iBp2BND-IJk/s1600-h/DSC05341.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350534762244099570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t_5SBUOTXXc/SkDrBJXwTfI/AAAAAAAAAyY/iBp2BND-IJk/s320/DSC05341.JPG" border="0" /></a> Ana no Cabo da Roca (ponto mais ocidental da Europa)<br /><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t_5SBUOTXXc/SkDq4AeNcKI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/Yw8f2JyEvj4/s1600-h/DSC05354.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350534605236433058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t_5SBUOTXXc/SkDq4AeNcKI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/Yw8f2JyEvj4/s320/DSC05354.JPG" border="0" /></a> Pedro Patrício, Pedro Sousa e Marisa à entrada do Palácio da Pena em Sintra<br /><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t_5SBUOTXXc/SkDqvjShZFI/AAAAAAAAAyI/2j3Hv4bQKdo/s1600-h/DSC05359.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350534459963827282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t_5SBUOTXXc/SkDqvjShZFI/AAAAAAAAAyI/2j3Hv4bQKdo/s320/DSC05359.JPG" border="0" /></a> Marisa, Carla e Mónica (...as três tarolas...)<br /><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t_5SBUOTXXc/SkDqicPcTcI/AAAAAAAAAyA/OnvBqqho1HQ/s1600-h/DSC05364.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350534234733563330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t_5SBUOTXXc/SkDqicPcTcI/AAAAAAAAAyA/OnvBqqho1HQ/s320/DSC05364.JPG" border="0" /></a> Marisa ... a macaquinha!!!<br /><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t_5SBUOTXXc/SkDqXeVa84I/AAAAAAAAAx4/WvX6rZ6nvtM/s1600-h/DSC05372.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350534046316950402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t_5SBUOTXXc/SkDqXeVa84I/AAAAAAAAAx4/WvX6rZ6nvtM/s320/DSC05372.JPG" border="0" /></a> Palácio da Pena (vista do jardim)<br /><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t_5SBUOTXXc/SkDqNgtIwQI/AAAAAAAAAxw/ObZfSgzRFXo/s1600-h/DSC05375.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350533875154600194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t_5SBUOTXXc/SkDqNgtIwQI/AAAAAAAAAxw/ObZfSgzRFXo/s320/DSC05375.JPG" border="0" /></a> Pedro e Marisa nos jardins do Palácio da Pena</div></div></div></div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2595728695997482565-4774527609041085011?l=caminhosadentro.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Carla Naviohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04570940607560480887noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2595728695997482565.post-19669877017440207372008-08-10T16:17:00.003+01:002009-06-23T15:40:17.868+01:00<div align="justify">Quando saímos de Serpa não imaginamos que o dia seria longo... (mas muito!!).</div><div align="justify">Almoçamos em Beja e descemos até Portimão, onde estava previsto ficarmos (sem estadia marcada!!!!).</div><div align="justify"><strong>Resultado</strong>: Portimão sem alojamento disponível...nem nos hotéis mais caros!!! Praia da Luz também não...Sagres também não...Vila do Bispo também não... Odemira também não...Sines também não...Ficamos em Grândola (chegamos eram exactamente 0h00 do dia 11 de Agosto).</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t_5SBUOTXXc/Sjus7A-h5xI/AAAAAAAAAxo/hMojdV_4ikU/s1600-h/DSC05322.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349059112307123986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t_5SBUOTXXc/Sjus7A-h5xI/AAAAAAAAAxo/hMojdV_4ikU/s320/DSC05322.JPG" border="0" /></a> do dia de hoje as fotografias foram em Beja... (não houve tempo para mais...)</div><div align="center"><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t_5SBUOTXXc/SjusxPtWgXI/AAAAAAAAAxg/mLVc1Diq8hc/s1600-h/DSC05318.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349058944462913906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t_5SBUOTXXc/SjusxPtWgXI/AAAAAAAAAxg/mLVc1Diq8hc/s320/DSC05318.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2595728695997482565-1966987701744020737?l=caminhosadentro.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Carla Naviohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04570940607560480887noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2595728695997482565.post-33230793314245744132008-08-09T10:43:00.001+01:002009-05-11T10:55:15.953+01:00Depois do Jantar ficamos à conversa com um casal de professores de Gaia que todos os anos passam as suas férias em Serpa e em especial nesta residencial.<br />De manhã tomamos o pequeno almoço com eles e seguimos caminho...<br />A Vila de Serpa fica dentro de uma muralha, e é um local especial com pessoas especiais...<br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t_5SBUOTXXc/Sgf0isedGmI/AAAAAAAAAxY/3AcZWmVG7Aw/s1600-h/DSC05288.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334501160535267938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t_5SBUOTXXc/Sgf0isedGmI/AAAAAAAAAxY/3AcZWmVG7Aw/s320/DSC05288.JPG" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-size:85%;">A Ana na praça...<br /></span><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t_5SBUOTXXc/Sgf0akJxElI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/D9l4l8wG2lE/s1600-h/DSC05289.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334501020862059090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t_5SBUOTXXc/Sgf0akJxElI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/D9l4l8wG2lE/s320/DSC05289.JPG" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;">Carla na praça...<br /><br /></span><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t_5SBUOTXXc/Sgf0Rb1kjKI/AAAAAAAAAxI/p5WQudjkUQM/s1600-h/DSC05290.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334500864011046050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t_5SBUOTXXc/Sgf0Rb1kjKI/AAAAAAAAAxI/p5WQudjkUQM/s320/DSC05290.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t_5SBUOTXXc/Sgf0Jf_21DI/AAAAAAAAAxA/cx5kD8C4b6c/s1600-h/DSC05293.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334500727688975410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t_5SBUOTXXc/Sgf0Jf_21DI/AAAAAAAAAxA/cx5kD8C4b6c/s320/DSC05293.JPG" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"> Entrada para a subida à muralha<br /></span><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t_5SBUOTXXc/Sgfz9OkeyMI/AAAAAAAAAw4/9MHEjEsleEI/s1600-h/DSC05303.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334500516852320450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t_5SBUOTXXc/Sgfz9OkeyMI/AAAAAAAAAw4/9MHEjEsleEI/s320/DSC05303.JPG" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"> ...parte da muralha<br /><br /></span><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t_5SBUOTXXc/SgfzyG6graI/AAAAAAAAAww/YFbzWVkxxSY/s1600-h/DSC05309.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334500325818674594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t_5SBUOTXXc/SgfzyG6graI/AAAAAAAAAww/YFbzWVkxxSY/s320/DSC05309.JPG" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"> entrada na vila de Serpa<br /></span><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t_5SBUOTXXc/SgfzkNZbgfI/AAAAAAAAAwo/HeQO-9uFDoE/s1600-h/DSC05310.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334500087040803314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t_5SBUOTXXc/SgfzkNZbgfI/AAAAAAAAAwo/HeQO-9uFDoE/s320/DSC05310.JPG" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"> outra vista da muralha... </span></div></div></div></div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2595728695997482565-3323079331424574413?l=caminhosadentro.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Carla Naviohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04570940607560480887noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2595728695997482565.post-19099835693837447052008-08-08T17:32:00.000+01:002009-05-11T10:43:12.548+01:00Quando chegamos a Serpa já eram horas de arranjar um local para dormir e para trincar qualquer coisita.<br />Ficamos na Residencial Serpínia (pessoas muito simpáticas!!!) e jantamos no Restaurante Molho Bico.<br />Amanhã exploramos a zona...<br /><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t_5SBUOTXXc/Sgfxa8NXxAI/AAAAAAAAAwg/eDdm-J4rzik/s1600-h/DSC05278.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334497728784745474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t_5SBUOTXXc/Sgfxa8NXxAI/AAAAAAAAAwg/eDdm-J4rzik/s320/DSC05278.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t_5SBUOTXXc/SgfxRjhsR2I/AAAAAAAAAwY/b_1w37Q-Ygc/s1600-h/DSC05277.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334497567540266850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t_5SBUOTXXc/SgfxRjhsR2I/AAAAAAAAAwY/b_1w37Q-Ygc/s320/DSC05277.JPG" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"> Ana no Restaurante Molho o Bico<br /></span><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t_5SBUOTXXc/SgfxH0-nysI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/mZw1FkSww_M/s1600-h/DSC05276.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334497400426318530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t_5SBUOTXXc/SgfxH0-nysI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/mZw1FkSww_M/s320/DSC05276.JPG" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"> Sabem o que é? Já Provaram? hum!!! Muito Boa esta sobremesa - Sericaia<br /></span><div></div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2595728695997482565-1909983569383744705?l=caminhosadentro.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Carla Naviohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04570940607560480887noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2595728695997482565.post-57623393134507219942008-08-08T17:30:00.006+01:002009-05-10T17:45:55.116+01:00<div align="justify">Ao passar por Vila Viçosa não podiamos deixar de visitar o Paço Ducal. Numa visita guiada (...muito bem guiada aliás... pois o guia além de explicar muito bem todos os recantos do palácio também tinha sentido de humor... e sabia colocar alguns turistas no seu devido lugar...) podemos perceber a grandiosidade deste local. Ficamos realmente surpreendidas pela colecção de livros ... e a cozinha? Um espectáculo! Nunca vi tantos tachos e panelas juntas e de tão grande dimensão<span style="font-size:85%;">!(do interior do Palácio não temos registo fotográfico...não era permitido).</span></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t_5SBUOTXXc/SgcB7ojZOMI/AAAAAAAAAwE/ICRTrYmVkTQ/s1600-h/DSC05253.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334234407653423298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t_5SBUOTXXc/SgcB7ojZOMI/AAAAAAAAAwE/ICRTrYmVkTQ/s320/DSC05253.JPG" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-size:85%;">Ana a caminho do Paço Ducal de Vila Visoça (Pálácio dos Duques de Bragança)</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t_5SBUOTXXc/SgcBzG_R-hI/AAAAAAAAAv8/y7j5DI3FLq8/s1600-h/DSC05255.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334234261204630034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t_5SBUOTXXc/SgcBzG_R-hI/AAAAAAAAAv8/y7j5DI3FLq8/s320/DSC05255.JPG" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-size:85%;">Jardins do Palácio (vista de dentro para fora)<br /></span><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t_5SBUOTXXc/SgcBntlmxBI/AAAAAAAAAv0/0uVAHNHMOJg/s1600-h/DSC05258.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334234065407493138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t_5SBUOTXXc/SgcBntlmxBI/AAAAAAAAAv0/0uVAHNHMOJg/s320/DSC05258.JPG" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;">Eu no Jardins do Palácio<br /></span><br /><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t_5SBUOTXXc/SgcBdTH7pKI/AAAAAAAAAvs/Ls4bjkDsee8/s1600-h/DSC05260.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334233886505018530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t_5SBUOTXXc/SgcBdTH7pKI/AAAAAAAAAvs/Ls4bjkDsee8/s320/DSC05260.JPG" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"> Portão de saída do Palácio </span><br /><div></div></div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2595728695997482565-5762339313450721994?l=caminhosadentro.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Carla Naviohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04570940607560480887noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2595728695997482565.post-29503310458327270452008-08-08T10:48:00.000+01:002009-05-11T10:29:08.474+01:00A caminho de Vila Viçosa paramos no Redondo.<br />A parte antiga deste local está muito esquecida. Fazia falta um plano de recuperação.<br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t_5SBUOTXXc/SL5eSxvgJ8I/AAAAAAAAAhc/-tj5INVIfvA/s1600-h/DSC05241.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241730692989069250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t_5SBUOTXXc/SL5eSxvgJ8I/AAAAAAAAAhc/-tj5INVIfvA/s320/DSC05241.JPG" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"> Vista panorÂmica do Redondo a partir da Torre de Menage<br /></span><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t_5SBUOTXXc/SL5eF8xYkFI/AAAAAAAAAhU/m-NVoBlY-YI/s1600-h/DSC05231.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241730472611450962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t_5SBUOTXXc/SL5eF8xYkFI/AAAAAAAAAhU/m-NVoBlY-YI/s320/DSC05231.JPG" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"> Pratos com coloridos motivos populares. </span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Esta povoação é conhecida pela cerâmica<br /></span><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t_5SBUOTXXc/SL5d0JuYGAI/AAAAAAAAAhM/NDVdXOHkAao/s1600-h/DSC05233.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241730166850852866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t_5SBUOTXXc/SL5d0JuYGAI/AAAAAAAAAhM/NDVdXOHkAao/s320/DSC05233.JPG" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"> Parte das ruínas do Castelo mandado construir por D.Dinis<br /></span><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t_5SBUOTXXc/SL5dmjYDZWI/AAAAAAAAAhE/IIcL7z-t6mU/s1600-h/DSC05229.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241729933218375010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t_5SBUOTXXc/SL5dmjYDZWI/AAAAAAAAAhE/IIcL7z-t6mU/s320/DSC05229.JPG" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-size:85%;">Ana na Torre de Menage</span></div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2595728695997482565-2950331045832727045?l=caminhosadentro.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Carla Naviohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04570940607560480887noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2595728695997482565.post-33280328549652653052008-08-08T10:36:00.000+01:002009-05-11T10:31:12.886+01:00A quinta dos Almendres fica perto de Évora. O acesso faz-se pela nacional N114. Os almendres têm na sua propriedade Menires que seundo os arqueólogos datam de 3000 a 4000 a.C.<br />Para que todos pudessem ter acesso a estas pedras abriram um caminho em terra batida para chegarmos até elas (cerca de 4km)<br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t_5SBUOTXXc/SL5bHO0iP-I/AAAAAAAAAg8/DHmHyn4wjtc/s1600-h/DSC05211.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241727196101492706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t_5SBUOTXXc/SL5bHO0iP-I/AAAAAAAAAg8/DHmHyn4wjtc/s320/DSC05211.JPG" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"> Ana a caminho do Menir dos Almendres</span><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t_5SBUOTXXc/SL5a679_ahI/AAAAAAAAAg0/GbOqmJcnoNQ/s1600-h/DSC05213.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241726984882448914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t_5SBUOTXXc/SL5a679_ahI/AAAAAAAAAg0/GbOqmJcnoNQ/s320/DSC05213.JPG" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"> Eu, junto ao menir dos Almendres.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Esta pedra tem cerca de 2,5m de altura que é o mesmo que dizer um metrito mais alta do que eu!<br /></span><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t_5SBUOTXXc/SL5axG9ad4I/AAAAAAAAAgs/7qhyrAlIaLE/s1600-h/DSC05217.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241726816034125698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t_5SBUOTXXc/SL5axG9ad4I/AAAAAAAAAgs/7qhyrAlIaLE/s320/DSC05217.JPG" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;">Ana e o Cromeleque dos Almendres</span></div><div><span style="font-size:85%;">Estas 95 pedras formam um circuito oval. Pensa-se ter sido um templo dedicado ao culto do sol<br /></span><div></div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2595728695997482565-3328032854965265305?l=caminhosadentro.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Carla Naviohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04570940607560480887noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2595728695997482565.post-19768923615107635582008-08-06T20:14:00.000+01:002008-09-03T10:34:20.585+01:00Chegamos a Évora mesmo ao fim da tarde do dia 5 de Agosto. Foi só tomar um banhinho, comer uma sopinha e óó.<br />Na manhãzinha do dia 6 começou a descoberta da cidade e dos seus encantos. Uma cidade digna do seu título: Património Mundial.<br />Mas contudo temos UM aspecto a realçar: não se compreende que o Museu das carruagens estivesse fechado para férias!? Estranho!<br /><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t_5SBUOTXXc/SL5XwYYXp8I/AAAAAAAAAgk/41Pxm9CWpPo/s1600-h/DSC05208.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241723504995837890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t_5SBUOTXXc/SL5XwYYXp8I/AAAAAAAAAgk/41Pxm9CWpPo/s320/DSC05208.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><br /><div align="center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t_5SBUOTXXc/SL5Xh11ze9I/AAAAAAAAAgc/arpsZnmuxK8/s1600-h/DSC05092.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241723255205886930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t_5SBUOTXXc/SL5Xh11ze9I/AAAAAAAAAgc/arpsZnmuxK8/s320/DSC05092.JPG" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-size:85%;">Eu na Praça do Giraldo</span><br /><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t_5SBUOTXXc/SL5XXaX6vdI/AAAAAAAAAgU/AHk_jG6meCI/s1600-h/DSC05095.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241723076034084306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t_5SBUOTXXc/SL5XXaX6vdI/AAAAAAAAAgU/AHk_jG6meCI/s320/DSC05095.JPG" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;">Ana numa das muitas ruas de Évora</span><br /><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t_5SBUOTXXc/SL5XMTJJRAI/AAAAAAAAAgM/C8AjFV1Qvjw/s1600-h/DSC05103.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241722885114512386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t_5SBUOTXXc/SL5XMTJJRAI/AAAAAAAAAgM/C8AjFV1Qvjw/s320/DSC05103.JPG" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;">Catedral de ÉVORA: Telhado</span><br /><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t_5SBUOTXXc/SL5W922gS_I/AAAAAAAAAgE/tLjJKaATSsc/s1600-h/DSC05113.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241722637001968626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t_5SBUOTXXc/SL5W922gS_I/AAAAAAAAAgE/tLjJKaATSsc/s320/DSC05113.JPG" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;">Catedral de Évora: Claustro</span><br /><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t_5SBUOTXXc/SL5Wx8Af3pI/AAAAAAAAAf8/kVKOa1WCUfE/s1600-h/DSC05125.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241722432227630738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t_5SBUOTXXc/SL5Wx8Af3pI/AAAAAAAAAf8/kVKOa1WCUfE/s320/DSC05125.JPG" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"> Ana e o Templo de Diana</span></div><div><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t_5SBUOTXXc/SL5Wh5LyeoI/AAAAAAAAAf0/Lelwdw3MawU/s1600-h/DSC05167.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241722156591774338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t_5SBUOTXXc/SL5Wh5LyeoI/AAAAAAAAAf0/Lelwdw3MawU/s320/DSC05167.JPG" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"> Aqueduto de Évora (espectacular!)<br /></span><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t_5SBUOTXXc/SL5WWwX_g1I/AAAAAAAAAfs/MMyc9KM14VI/s1600-h/DSC05176.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241721965248480082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t_5SBUOTXXc/SL5WWwX_g1I/AAAAAAAAAfs/MMyc9KM14VI/s320/DSC05176.JPG" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"> Jardim Público de Évora</span><br /><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t_5SBUOTXXc/SL5WLQ7dZqI/AAAAAAAAAfk/o_50zVTONs8/s1600-h/DSC05178.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241721767828743842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t_5SBUOTXXc/SL5WLQ7dZqI/AAAAAAAAAfk/o_50zVTONs8/s320/DSC05178.JPG" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"> Jardim público de Evora: Palácio D.Manuel</span><br /><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t_5SBUOTXXc/SL5V5tH8tJI/AAAAAAAAAfc/JM1AASmR5y8/s1600-h/DSC05199.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241721466159674514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t_5SBUOTXXc/SL5V5tH8tJI/AAAAAAAAAfc/JM1AASmR5y8/s320/DSC05199.JPG" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-size:85%;">Mais uma rua interessante...</span></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2595728695997482565-1976892361510763558?l=caminhosadentro.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Carla Naviohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04570940607560480887noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2595728695997482565.post-66781640140144839372008-08-06T19:22:00.000+01:002008-09-02T18:28:43.885+01:00Montemor-O- Novo foi uma agradável surpresa ao fim da tarde.<br />Paramos para visitar o Castelo e tivemos o prazer de descansar um bocadinho numa esplanada de verão em frente ao museu de Montemor (situado no castelo)<br /><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t_5SBUOTXXc/SL125kdq5gI/AAAAAAAAAfU/N9U-3kuepaI/s1600-h/DSC05081.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241476272741869058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t_5SBUOTXXc/SL125kdq5gI/AAAAAAAAAfU/N9U-3kuepaI/s320/DSC05081.JPG" border="0" /></a><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t_5SBUOTXXc/SL12sJiTTfI/AAAAAAAAAfM/ZVz6o5LdgbM/s1600-h/DSC05077.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241476042175237618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t_5SBUOTXXc/SL12sJiTTfI/AAAAAAAAAfM/ZVz6o5LdgbM/s320/DSC05077.JPG" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2595728695997482565-6678164014014483937?l=caminhosadentro.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Carla Naviohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04570940607560480887noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2595728695997482565.post-50132331530420809472008-08-06T19:04:00.000+01:002008-09-02T18:22:22.374+01:00Óbidos é um lugar de grande beleza. Quando ouvia falar não pensei que fosse um espaço tão especial, marcado pela diferença. A sua magnifica muralha, as casas e casinhas todas pintadas de branco e muito cuidadas, o comercio de rua, a comida, os cheiros, as ruas, os candeeiros, os vasos floridos, a ginginha, ... <strong>um todo</strong>.<br /><div align="center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t_5SBUOTXXc/SL1znCHydEI/AAAAAAAAAfE/uruULCabpfk/s1600-h/DSC05001.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241472655750755394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t_5SBUOTXXc/SL1znCHydEI/AAAAAAAAAfE/uruULCabpfk/s320/DSC05001.JPG" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"> Ana a entrar em Óbidos</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t_5SBUOTXXc/SL1zbFlCktI/AAAAAAAAAe8/UEQXL-G8z-I/s1600-h/DSC05016.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241472450520322770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t_5SBUOTXXc/SL1zbFlCktI/AAAAAAAAAe8/UEQXL-G8z-I/s320/DSC05016.JPG" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-size:85%;">Eu, no início do longo percurso pela muralha<br /></span><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t_5SBUOTXXc/SL1zP25-ykI/AAAAAAAAAe0/Zf_43t_H2CI/s1600-h/DSC05022.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241472257603062338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t_5SBUOTXXc/SL1zP25-ykI/AAAAAAAAAe0/Zf_43t_H2CI/s320/DSC05022.JPG" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"> Caminhando ao longo da muralha<br /></span><br /><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t_5SBUOTXXc/SL1y6TFMHVI/AAAAAAAAAes/L5PxLIf0PM8/s1600-h/DSC05056.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241471887209143634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t_5SBUOTXXc/SL1y6TFMHVI/AAAAAAAAAes/L5PxLIf0PM8/s320/DSC05056.JPG" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"> Rua de óbidos... uma das muitas...<br /></span><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t_5SBUOTXXc/SL1yt6bX30I/AAAAAAAAAek/rNeI9bxKQhc/s1600-h/DSC05065.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241471674432872258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t_5SBUOTXXc/SL1yt6bX30I/AAAAAAAAAek/rNeI9bxKQhc/s320/DSC05065.JPG" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;">Vale a pena entrar...<br /></span><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t_5SBUOTXXc/SL1ygrVhfZI/AAAAAAAAAec/NcbavFXug6o/s1600-h/DSC05074.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241471447043505554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t_5SBUOTXXc/SL1ygrVhfZI/AAAAAAAAAec/NcbavFXug6o/s320/DSC05074.JPG" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"> Tem bom aspecto não acham? E era muito bom.</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div></div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2595728695997482565-5013233153042080947?l=caminhosadentro.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Carla Naviohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04570940607560480887noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2595728695997482565.post-80157087213403367932008-08-05T20:39:00.000+01:002008-09-02T18:03:26.159+01:00As três meninas: Ana, no Cabo Carvoreiro (Nau dos Corvos - bar a visitar); Carla, na fortaleza de Peniche; e Rendilheira de Peniche, com as suas rendas de bilros<br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t_5SBUOTXXc/SLkWAiqnzaI/AAAAAAAAAeM/wmx19VuKIj8/s1600-h/DSC04975.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240243839983668642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t_5SBUOTXXc/SLkWAiqnzaI/AAAAAAAAAeM/wmx19VuKIj8/s320/DSC04975.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t_5SBUOTXXc/SLkV2usdCMI/AAAAAAAAAeE/8wI7KNXpRl8/s1600-h/DSC04993.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240243671413885122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t_5SBUOTXXc/SLkV2usdCMI/AAAAAAAAAeE/8wI7KNXpRl8/s320/DSC04993.JPG" border="0" /></a> <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240244028583843986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t_5SBUOTXXc/SLkWLhQaGJI/AAAAAAAAAeU/P0XrbAI8dMU/s320/DSC04998.JPG" border="0" /></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2595728695997482565-8015708721340336793?l=caminhosadentro.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Carla Naviohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04570940607560480887noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2595728695997482565.post-53520302066699815172008-08-05T19:02:00.000+01:002008-08-29T19:13:20.619+01:00Ele é o rio... logo a seguir o mar... o resturante 5000 (destacamos: sobremesa - Migas doces)...<br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t_5SBUOTXXc/SLg69TFK4SI/AAAAAAAAAdM/0e5gMTTOWo8/s1600-h/DSC04965.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240002991213961506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t_5SBUOTXXc/SLg69TFK4SI/AAAAAAAAAdM/0e5gMTTOWo8/s320/DSC04965.JPG" border="0" /></a> ... e um palácio plantado sobre uma encosta... perguntámo-nos: a quem pertencerá tal habitação? ... responderam: a um particular. Voltamos a perguntar... responderam: a uma condesa que faleceu há cerca de dois anos... agora está entregue a uma imobiliária. Que pena! Poderia ser, por exemplo, uma pousada? uma biblioteca? Sim, definitivamente uma biblioteca.<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240003254521316626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t_5SBUOTXXc/SLg7Mn-iRRI/AAAAAAAAAdU/IWBZJZ25J-Y/s320/DSC04964.JPG" border="0" /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2595728695997482565-5352030206669981517?l=caminhosadentro.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Carla Naviohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04570940607560480887noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2595728695997482565.post-70858048857329155282008-08-05T18:52:00.002+01:002008-08-29T19:15:31.196+01:00A concha é de uma beleza singular...<br /><br /><div><div align="center"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t_5SBUOTXXc/SLg3kvps_xI/AAAAAAAAAcs/D7Sb3PBnCew/s1600-h/DSC04942.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239999270851772178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t_5SBUOTXXc/SLg3kvps_xI/AAAAAAAAAcs/D7Sb3PBnCew/s320/DSC04942.JPG" border="0" /></a>quando estamos perto...</div><div align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239999696441542114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t_5SBUOTXXc/SLg39hGNheI/AAAAAAAAAc8/W5ecZnxn1U8/s320/DSC04959.JPG" border="0" /> ou mesmo de longe.</div><div align="center"> </div><div>Os passeios pedestres são um forte convite à descoberta deste bonito lugar.<br /><br /></div><div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2595728695997482565-7085804885732915528?l=caminhosadentro.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Carla Naviohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04570940607560480887noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2595728695997482565.post-20970683591479998732008-08-04T18:24:00.003+01:002008-08-29T19:17:19.843+01:00As pessoas... são as pessoas a imagem de marca da Nazaré.<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239992342338973794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t_5SBUOTXXc/SLgxRc7hsGI/AAAAAAAAAcc/OJuicq8OW3s/s320/DSC04902.JPG" border="0" /> O IMENSO mar, o funicular do século XVIII que nos leva até ao Sítio, com uma vista incrivel sobre a cidade e a praia, a Igreja de Nossa Senhora da Nazaré, a secagem do peixe, os cheiros, ...<strong><span style="color:#33cc00;">tudo motivos para ver e apreciar!<br /></span></strong><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239998399696379122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t_5SBUOTXXc/SLg2yCWEnPI/AAAAAAAAAck/VON6gbDuUJU/s320/DSC04923.JPG" border="0" /><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2595728695997482565-2097068359147999873?l=caminhosadentro.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Carla Naviohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04570940607560480887noreply@blogger.com0