C.INMACULADA EN DUBLÍN: HOWTH

lunes, 27 de julio de 2015

HOWTH

On Saturday we had our last excursion to Howth. We enjoyed the icredible and amazing lovely wiews from the top of the hills. That was fantastic!! The weather was nice and some brave students even had a swim. We went by train (DART), then we had a long walk in paths over the sea and had lunch looking at the fascinating views we had. It was great!!

WAITING FOR THE DART...

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Unknown27 de julio de 2015, 21:33
anda, que el agua tiene que estar HELADAAAAA

¡¡¡¡QUE SUERTE!!!!
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Unknown27 de julio de 2015, 21:35
Seguro que lo estais pasando genial, ha valido la pena, no obstante que sepais que os echamos de menosssssssssss

venid a por un beso y podeis regresar, como tarde el año próximo
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“A few light taps upon the pane made him turn to the window. It had begun to snow again. He watched sleepily the flakes, silver and dark, falling obliquely against the lamplight. The time had come for him to set out on his journey westward. Yes, the newspapers were right: snow was general all over Ireland. It was falling on every part of the dark central plain, on the treeless hills, falling softly upon the Bog of Allen and, farther westward, softly falling into the dark mutinous Shannon waves. It was falling, too, upon every part of the lonely churchyard on the hill where Michael Furey lay buried. It lay thickly drifted on the crooked crosses and headstones, on the spears of the little gate, on the barren thorns. His soul swooned slowly as he heard the snow falling faintly through the universe and faintly falling, like the descent of their last end, upon all the living and the dead.”
― James Joyce, Dubliners

DUBLIN

lunes, 27 de julio de 2015

HOWTH

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