<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5611285441614950679</id><updated>2012-02-16T07:49:14.248-03:00</updated><title type='text'>My stories</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renatastories.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5611285441614950679/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renatastories.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Renata Torres</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04392357674647817043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>53</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5611285441614950679.post-1535733697880480390</id><published>2011-08-14T21:38:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-08-14T22:06:10.820-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Porque não conseguimos fugir do sofrimento</title><content type='html'>Cheguei há pouco em casa e não pude deixar de registrar aqui o que senti depois de assistir ao novo filme de Terrence Malick, &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0478304/"&gt;A árvore da vida&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como já era de se esperar, é um filme de arte, de uma sensibilidade ímpar e que me remeteu há alguns anos atrás quando minha mãe se foi e também à maior parte do meu último ano, em que minha alma e pensamento estiveram em lugares muito tristes, escuros, muito sofridos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não dá para definir uma mensagem neste filme, mas talvez várias. E normalmente cada um tira uma mensagem subjetiva, seja por uma questão de identificação com situações já vividas, seja por simples interpretação, que por si só é pessoal e intransferível.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No meu caso, o filme mostra que coisas ruins acontecem com todo mundo e não temos como evitar. Nem a nós, nem a quem nos é querido. Infelizmente. O que nos forma, os nossos valores, o AMOR dos que nos querem bem, é que nos ajudam a levantar todos os dias e seguir em frente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje vivemos em um mundo muito individualista. O amor ao próximo, simples demonstrações de carinho e amizade, muitas vezes podem ser vistos como sinal de fraqueza ou de uma sensibilidade desnecessária. O desejo ou, para muitos, a obrigação  de ter mais, ser mais, conquistar mais, muitas vezes atrapalha que nos seja permitido viver a simplicidade da vida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu hoje posso dizer com muita segurança que acredito já ter passado por muitas coisas ruins. Situações em que me perguntei: e agora? Como vai ser? Como seguir adiante? Minha mãe morreu e eu perdi meu norte, minha referência, meu chão. Não dá para descrever. Mas a força que ela sempre demonstrou em toda a sua vida me ajudou a seguir em frente. Tenho certeza absoluta que ela continua me mandando esta força, lá do lugar bonito que ela está agora. Se não for isso, realmente não sei como estou tocando minha vida neste momento.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E fico grata a esta força. E a tudo que minha mãe e meu pai me passaram. Por causa disso sou capaz de assistir a um filme e ter esperança. Sou capaz de reconhecer que as coisas acontecem porque estamos aqui, vivos e de nada vai adiantar procurar uma razão. O que importa mesmo é como você decide passar pela vida.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5611285441614950679-1535733697880480390?l=renatastories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renatastories.blogspot.com/feeds/1535733697880480390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5611285441614950679&amp;postID=1535733697880480390&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5611285441614950679/posts/default/1535733697880480390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5611285441614950679/posts/default/1535733697880480390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renatastories.blogspot.com/2011/08/porque-nao-conseguimos-fugir-do.html' title='Porque não conseguimos fugir do sofrimento'/><author><name>Renata Torres</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04392357674647817043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5611285441614950679.post-8982863567367600505</id><published>2011-07-17T17:00:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2011-07-17T17:31:03.954-03:00</updated><title type='text'>De volta à era do rádio</title><content type='html'>Já estou há alguns dias sem postar e já faz alguns dias que tenho pensando em fazer este post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Há mais ou menos duas semanas atrás, começou a rolar o iTunes Festival em Londres, um festival de música promovido pelo iTunes com a participação de grandes nomes da música atual: Linking Park, Coldplay, Foo Fighters, White Lies, Adele, Paul Simon e muitos outros.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fiquei superanimada quando vi que os shows seriam transmitidos ao vivo pelo iTunes, através do próprio aplicativo para computador ou ainda aplicativos específicos para iPhone e iPad. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando vi que Adele se apresentaria no dia 07 de julho nem acreditei que poderia assistir a um show dela mesmo que através da Internet. Os shows de Adele na Europa e nos EUA estão todos sold-out e pra mim ela é a principal artista da soul music atual. Não canso de ouvi-la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A imprensa brasileira chegou a divulgar a transmissão do show de Adele através do iTunes e eu esperava ansiosamente por este dia. Mas infelizmente não foi possível assistir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A transmissão do vídeo estava bloqueada para o Brasil. É muito frustrante que ainda hoje tenhamos este tipo de restrição para acesso a conteúdo. Não estou falando de consumo ilegal de conteúdo, não se trata de pirataria, até porque, minutos depois da transmissão, o YouTube já tinha os vídeos disponíveis. O upload obviamente veio dos países em que a transmissão foi liberada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estamos falando de problemas para licenciamento de conteúdo. Parece que este assunto no Brasil é polêmico, os acordos de licenciamento trazem uma burocracia infernal e os produtores de conteúdo muitas vezes preferem não comprar a briga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Resultado da estória: pelo twitter encontrei uma rádio que estava transmitindo o show e pude ouvir Adele, assim como meu pai conta que há 60 anos atrás ele fazia, na fase pré-TV. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me senti de volta à era do rádio em pleno século XXI! O jeito foi escutar o show e depois ver pelo YouTube aquilo que eu tinha acabado de perder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abaixo um dos vídeos de Adele no iTunes Festival, cantando Set Fire to the Rain, uma de minhas preferidas:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;CENTER&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But there's a side to you&lt;br /&gt; That I never knew, never knew.&lt;br /&gt; All the things you'd say&lt;br /&gt; They were never true, never true,&lt;br /&gt; And the games you play&lt;br /&gt; You would always win, always win.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I set fire to the rain&lt;br /&gt; And I threw us into the flames&lt;br /&gt; Well, it felt something died&lt;br /&gt; 'Cause I knew that that was the last time, the last time!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/CENTER&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="560" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/oFm3G0_37CI" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5611285441614950679-8982863567367600505?l=renatastories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renatastories.blogspot.com/feeds/8982863567367600505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5611285441614950679&amp;postID=8982863567367600505&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5611285441614950679/posts/default/8982863567367600505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5611285441614950679/posts/default/8982863567367600505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renatastories.blogspot.com/2011/07/de-volta-era-do-radio.html' title='De volta à era do rádio'/><author><name>Renata Torres</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04392357674647817043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/oFm3G0_37CI/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5611285441614950679.post-1390347334589560804</id><published>2011-06-22T02:18:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-06-22T02:18:19.705-03:00</updated><title type='text'>3 dias maravilhosos em Mykonos</title><content type='html'>Chegamos em Mykonos no sábado, 18/06/2011, no inicio da tarde. Do porto, fomos direto para o Hotel Damianos, que como eu já esperava era um excelente hotel. Bem mais barato do que o de Santorini mas tao bom quanto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O dono do hotel, Nicholas, nos recebeu super bem e nos explicou direitinho tudo o que nao devíamos deixar de fazer em Mykonos Town, a cidade principal, e também nos recomendou as melhores praias a serem visitadas. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Decidimos que no resto do primeiro dia nos concentraríamos em conhecer as atrações turísticas de Mykonos Town. A boa noticia é que conseguiríamos fazer tudo a pé, já que o hotel era super bem localizado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nossa primeira parada foi no único moinho ainda em atividade na ilha. Infelizmente ele estava fechado e não conseguimos entrar, mas a vista é linda de lá. Alias, isso de ter tanto moinho de vento nas ilhas gregas foi uma grata surpresa pra mim. Eles são lindinhos mas sempre que eu pensava em moinho me vinha sempre a Holanda à cabeça, nao a Grécia. Viajar é tudo na vida, como se aprende viajando!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De lá continuamos descendo e chegamos ao centro da cidade. As ruas estreitas e as casinhas brancas de janelas coloridas sao a marca registrada das ilhas gregas e em Mykonos nao podia ser diferente. Mas aqui a atmosfera ganha um charme a mais. A paisagem e linda, os restaurantes e bares super aconchegantes... Uns sao modernos e chiques, outros tradicionais e charmosos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seguimos pelas ruazinhas e fomos visitando cada ponto turístico importante, incluindo os cinco moinhos de vento enfileirados; Paraportiani (a igrejinha mais fotografada e um dos cartões postais da cidade); o pelicano (bicho de verdade, mascote da ilha) e Little Venice, onde decidimos tomar um drink a beira-mar e assistir ao por-do-sol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A noite voltamos a cidade para jantar e tentar ir a um dos famosos nightclubs de Mykonos. Mas como a ilha ainda esta relativamente vazia, achamos que estava tudo muito desanimado. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No dia seguinte, que era domingo, decidimos alugar um quadriciclo para conhecer as praias. Foi muito mais fácil dirigir o quadriciclo do que a scooter que alugamos em Paros. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Começamos pela praia de Paradise onde varias pessoas estavam de topless e outras varias estavam totalmente peladas (a maioria era de homens velhos - meio disgusting). Depois do choque inicial, ate que nos acostumamos. Depois de um tempo você esquece...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ficamos por ali, na sombrinha e depois seguimos adiante para a praia de Super Paradise. Chegando lá fomos para um beach bar e decidimos ficar ate uma festa que rola todos os dias a partir das 5 da tarde começar. Queríamos ver como era...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nesta praia nao tinha gente pelada, mas varias mulheres faziam topless. E alguns casais ficavam um pouco mais empolgados dentro do mar. Tinha um casal (ela japonesa e ele com cara de americano), já na casa dos 50, que estavam empolgadissimos. Ela ate mais do que ele. A mulher bebia tanto e nao deixava o homem em paz. Foi muito engraçado. As pessoas em volta se divertiram muito assistindo aquilo. Nos inclusive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As 5 horas aumentaram um pouco a música e quando olhamos para perto do bar, vimos três meninas em cima de uma plataforma fazendo a tal da pole dancing. Eram contratadas do bar, com certeza. Achamos aquilo totalmente decadente e resolvemos seguir adiante, em nossa peregrinação pelas praias. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fomos para Kalo Livadi e por fim Psarou. Em geral as praias que visitamos na Grécia sao lindíssimas. Mas têm apenas um defeito: a água é geladíssima! Pra mim isso e um problema...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A noite fomos novamente para o centro da cidade, jantamos e mais uma vez nao nos animamos para a tal Night. Acho que nao fazia muito nosso estilo, ou então,faltou animação. O fato e que nossa estadia em Mykonos foi excelente em termos de praia, relax, boa comida e bebida!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na segunda-feira Flavinha voltou para Atenas para resolver o lance do passaporte dela e eu fiquei mais um dia em Mykonos. Foi meio chato ficar sozinha, mas decidi visitar a praia de Elia, que nao tínhamos ido ainda e no final do dia dei uma ultima ida ao centro e comi um pita gyros em um restaurante bem simples mas que e de excelente qualidade. Me senti local :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agora estou no barco voltando para Atenas. Este será meu ultimo dia na Grecia, vou ver se consigo visitar Ancient Agora e Plaka. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Posted using BlogPress from my iPad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class='blogpress_location'&gt;Location:&lt;a href='http://maps.google.com/maps?q=Mykonos,%20Greece%4037.444974%2C25.333992&amp;z=10'&gt;Mykonos, Greece&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5611285441614950679-1390347334589560804?l=renatastories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renatastories.blogspot.com/feeds/1390347334589560804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5611285441614950679&amp;postID=1390347334589560804&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5611285441614950679/posts/default/1390347334589560804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5611285441614950679/posts/default/1390347334589560804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renatastories.blogspot.com/2011/06/3-dias-maravilhosos-em-mykonos.html' title='3 dias maravilhosos em Mykonos'/><author><name>Renata Torres</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04392357674647817043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5611285441614950679.post-6279273487304286660</id><published>2011-06-18T06:23:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-06-18T06:23:56.507-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Um dia pelas praias de Paros</title><content type='html'>Na sexta-feira, 17/06/2011, pegamos a scooter que estava incluída em nossa diária e tiramos o dia para percorrer algumas praias de Paros.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu fiquei responsável, por dirigir a scooter já que ela era um pouco grande e mesmo para mim era difícil de colocar todo o pe no chão. No inicio foi um pouco difícil mas ao longo do dia foi ficando mais fácil apesar de que era muito pesado para eu controlar a moto comigo e Flavinha em cima. No final do dia meus punhos doíam tanto que minhas mãos ficaram totalmente sem força. Ate agora estou com uma mega dor no punho esquerdo, provavelmente precisando de um anti-inflamatorio. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas voltando ao passeio, nossa primeira parada foi em Parikia, capital da ilha de Paros e maior cidade. Nosso interesse era em visitar uma igreja bizantina chamada Ekatontapyliani (Igreja das 100 portas). Rezava a lenda que a igreja tem 99 portas e janelas. Quando a 100a porta fosse encontrada, Constantinopla (hoje Istambul) retornaria para o domínio grego. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A igreja e bem bonita, mas confesso que acho as igrejas ortodoxas gregas meio esquisitas. Sao cheias de lustres enormes, nao tem muitos lugares para sentar... Bem diferentes das igrejas católicas convencionais. Mas a arte bizantina desta igreja e realmente impressionante. Afrescos na pedra com a qual a igreja foi construída, imagens de santos e quadros por toda parte. Infelizmente nao podíamos tirar fotos dentro da igreja.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saindo de Parikia partimos em direção a Pounda Beach, um praia no sudeste da ilha, famosa e muito bonita. O mar aqui e cristalino, mas geladissimo, o que para mim e um problema. Ainda assim, ficamos ali, embaixo de uma barraca relaxando e aproveitando aquele cenário maravilhoso. As praias nesta época do ano ainda nao estão lotadas, o que esta sendo muito bom, apesar de sentirmos falta de um pouco de animação. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nossa terceira parada foi na praia de Nea Chrisi Akti, uma pequena praia mas muito bonitinha. Em uma das pontas havia uma pequena igreja a beira-mar que era um charme... Branca e azul, contrastando com o azul do mar. Lindo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seguimos mais adiante para a praia de Chrisi Akti ou Golden Beach. Tem este nome porque as areias sao douradas... É lindíssima! Conseguimos uma sombra embaixo de uma palmeira o que foi ótimo porque nao da pra ficar pagando 8 euros em cada praia para ter direito a sombra e espreguiçadeira... Ficamos por ali mais menos por 1h e depois seguimos nosso caminho em direção a Dryos, mas resolvemos nao parar pois achamos que seria mais ou menos a mesma praia que estávamos antes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A esta altura eu já estava bem cansada de dirigir aquele troço e o caminho de volta seria relativamente longo, por isso decidimos voltar para o hotel e nos preparamos para nossa última noite em Paros. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fomos para Naoussa e decidimos comer uma pizza, para descansar um pouco da comida grega, que e um pouco pesada. Escolhemos um restaurante italiano no centro de Naoussa, muito simpático e aconchegante. Vinho tinto da casa, pão com pasta de azeitonas pretas de entrada e pizza! Foi ótimo! Depois demos mais umas voltinhas e fomos comer uma sobremesa com café na confeitaria mais antiga da ilha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Decididamente Paros foi responsável pela parte relax da viagem, foi bom para nos preparamos para nossa próxima parada: Mykonos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em algumas horas estaremos na ilha mais agitada da Grecia!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nossa scooter:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/06/18/502.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/06/18/s_502.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='210' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pounda Beach:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/06/18/503.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/06/18/s_503.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='210' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Golden Beach:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/06/18/504.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/06/18/s_504.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='210' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Posted using BlogPress from my iPad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class='blogpress_location'&gt;Location:&lt;a href='http://maps.google.com/maps?q=Paros,Greece%4037.974297%2C23.720178&amp;z=10'&gt;Paros,Greece&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5611285441614950679-6279273487304286660?l=renatastories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renatastories.blogspot.com/feeds/6279273487304286660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5611285441614950679&amp;postID=6279273487304286660&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5611285441614950679/posts/default/6279273487304286660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5611285441614950679/posts/default/6279273487304286660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renatastories.blogspot.com/2011/06/um-dia-pelas-praias-de-paros.html' title='Um dia pelas praias de Paros'/><author><name>Renata Torres</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04392357674647817043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5611285441614950679.post-1921841061693239514</id><published>2011-06-16T17:27:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-06-16T17:27:17.883-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Primeiro dia em Paros</title><content type='html'>Chegamos em Paros por volta das 14h e fomos direto para o nosso hotel, que na verdade dum camping, que fica em Santa Maria Beach, perto de Naoussa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu estava meio receosa com este hotel, porque estamos pagando muito pouco pelas diárias (45 euros), incluindo café da manhã, transfer de/para o Porto e uma diária de uma scooter! Mas chegando aqui ficamos mais aliviadas em constatar que o hotel e limpo, confortável, e com uma praia particular belíssima!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ao chegarmos fomos direto para a praia, aproveitar para relaxar um pouco. Depois decidimos ir para Naoussa, a cidade mais próxima de onde estamos, para comermos alguma coisa, já que acabamos ficando sem almoçar. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chegando em Naoussa, fomos direto para a marina, onde ficam restaurantes e bares muito charmosos. A vila é uma jóia... Muito bonitinha, cheia de vielas estreitas e interligadas. Um veradeiro cenário de filme.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Encontramos um restaurante numa das esquinas muito charmosinho e resolvemos ficar. Foi uma ótima pedida! Comemos bem, tomamos vinho da casa que estava ótimo, um espresso perfeito e o preço justíssimo! O nome do restaurante era Yemeni (www.yemeni.gr). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depois do jantar fomos dar uma volta pela cidade e acabamos parando depois de um tempo no Toca café, eu tomei um drink e Flavinha um capuccino. Ficamos ali de papo, ouvindo amotima música, e depois saímos para ver se achávamos algum lugar mais agitado. Mas acho que hoje nao tinha nada programado em Naoussa e voltamos meio frustradas para o hotel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amanhã teremos uma scooter à nossa disposição, estou animada para dirigir esse troço pela ilha! Nossos planos incluem visitar a vila de Paroikia e depois as praias de Pounda e Chrisi Akti!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Posted using BlogPress from my iPad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class='blogpress_location'&gt;Location:&lt;a href='http://maps.google.com/maps?q=Paros,%20Greece%4037.974297%2C23.720178&amp;z=10'&gt;Paros, Greece&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5611285441614950679-1921841061693239514?l=renatastories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renatastories.blogspot.com/feeds/1921841061693239514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5611285441614950679&amp;postID=1921841061693239514&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5611285441614950679/posts/default/1921841061693239514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5611285441614950679/posts/default/1921841061693239514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renatastories.blogspot.com/2011/06/primeiro-dia-em-paros.html' title='Primeiro dia em Paros'/><author><name>Renata Torres</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04392357674647817043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5611285441614950679.post-2136671481125846593</id><published>2011-06-16T11:28:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-06-16T11:28:39.085-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Santorini, um paraíso na Terra!</title><content type='html'>Chegamos em Santorini na terca-feira, 14/06/11, por volta das 2 da tarde. No Porto havia uma mini-van a nossa espera e já de cara pudemos viver um pouco do que e o famoso casamento grego. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uma família de origem grega e que mora na Austrália veio para celebrar o casamento de um dos filhos aqui em Santorini. Imaginem a confusão que foi colocar em uma minivan aquela gente toda mais as bagagens, vestido de noiva, terno do noivo e etc? Foi muito divertido... Eu e Flavinha ficamos com vontade de sermos convidadas para a festa. Flavinha ate chegou a conversar com a mãe do noivo mas nao deu em nada ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nosso hotel ficava em Oia (se fala Ia), que fica na parte mais alta da ilha. Oia é uma vila muito charmosa, mas sem muita badalação. O lance aqui é curtir o por-do-sol, os cafés e os restaurantes. E claro, o visual!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chegamos ao hotel e ficamos maravilhadas tanto com as instalações, como com o visual que se colocava diante de nossos olhos. É realmente indescritível. As fotos, por mais lindas que sejam, nao fazem justiça ao que os olhos presenciam.&lt;br /&gt;Deixamos as coisas no hotel e partimos em direção a Ammoudi Bay, de onde é possível assistir ao por do sol com uma vista privilegiada. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ao longo do caminho passamos por todos aqueles cenários que aparecem em filmes e revistas... Descemos 300 degraus até chegarmos à beira do mar, onde tem uma pequena quantidade de restaurantes e tavernas. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caminhamos pela costa, pelo caminho de St. Nicholas, até chegarmos ao ponto onde é possível dar um mergulho nas águas transparentes de Santorini. A água estava geladíssima, o que para mim é um problema sério, mas Flavinha aproveitou bastante. Ficamos por ali um pouco, relaxando e depois decidimos subir os 300 degraus de volta ao topo de Oia para assistirmos ao por-do-sol. Quase morri! Mas cheguei lá!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Decidimos pelo bar Sunset Spirit e conseguimos um bom lugar, já que a medida que o horário do por-do-sol se aproxima, os lugares vão sendo tomados de pessoas. Este bar fica ao lado de um dos moinhos de vento da ilha, então nossa vista não podia ser mais especial: por-do-sol, mar, moinho de vento, e claro, um espumante!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depois do por-do-sol voltamos para o hotel. Já passava das 9 da noite. Aqui este é o horário que anoitece. Nesta noite decidimos experimentar a badalação de Fira, capital da ilha e onde a noite acontece. Chegando lá ficamos meio indecisas a respeito de em qual bar deveríamos entrar. Decidimos por um chamado Murphy's. Era tipo um Pub. A música era ótima mas estava repleto de americanas, daquelas bem doidas que dançam em cima do balcão. Nos divertimos assistindo a isso, tomamos 2 cervejas e voltamos para o hotel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No dia seguinte resolvemos fazer o passeio de barco que nos levou a ilha Nea Kameni, onde fica o vulcão de Santorini. Foi interessante... O vulcão ainda tem uma cratera em atividade em que podemos ver fumaça saindo das pedras e um cheiro de súlfur (mas nao muito forte). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depois do vulcão, paramos na ilha de Pal. Kameni, onde existem umas hot springs e as águas são cheias de ferro e súlfur, por isso decidimos nao nadar por ali, com a chance de termos nossos biquinis manchados para sempre. A última parada do passeio foi na ilha de Thirasia, que deveria ser um bom local para curtir uma praia mas foi meio decepcionante. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na verdade me arrependi de fazer este passeio ao invés de ir para Red e White Beach, onde acho que teríamos aproveitado mais.... Fica para a próxima!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje partimos de Santorini e vamos para Paros, onde nossa aventura continua!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pame! 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Ele na época também trabalhava na Accenture). &lt;br /&gt;De manha pegamos o metro e fomos então para o museu. O prédio e muito lindo, estilo neoclássico, uma coisa. O museu nao e muito grande. Em uma hora já havíamos visitado todas as seções. Achei muito interessante, principalmente a seção dedicada aos deuses, mitos e heróis, onde estão expostas pecas sobre Zeus, Afrodite, Apolo, Hércules, Medusa, e por aí vai... Sempre tive um interesse por estes personagens, e sempre me pelei de medo da Medusa, rsrsrsr.&lt;br /&gt;Saímos do museu e fomos nos sentar em um banco a sombra, nos jardins do museu para esperar pelo Danny. Enquanto eu mandava uma mensagem pra ele dizendo que já estávamos esperando e Flavinha limpava sua câmera fotográfica sentimos uma movimentação estranha de uns caras perto de nos mas nao percebemos quando um deles levou a bolsa da Flavinha. Ela só se deu conta de que tinham furtado a bolsa dela, depois que eu perguntei onde estava. &lt;br /&gt;Foi muito chato. Na bolsa estavam os dois telefones dela e o pior de tudo, o passaporte. Quando Danny chegou fomos direto a embaixada, que para nosso azar, estava fechada porque era feriado na Grécia. Mas conseguimos falar com o número de plantão e a moca, Ana, foi muito atenciosa e nos explicou tudo que deveríamos fazer. &lt;br /&gt;O problema e que teríamos que passar na embaixada para fazer o novo passaporte no dia seguinte as 9h e tínhamos passagem para Santorini na ferry das 7h. Chegamos a ir ate o Porto para trocar a passagem para um horário mais tarde, mas nos informaram que nao tinha e que a probabilidade da ferry de quarta nao sair era alta pois ia rolar uma greve. O jeito foi virmos para Santorini e nao arriscar atrapalhar nossa viagem pelas ilhas e deixar para ver o lance do passaporte na volta, antes da Flavinha embarcar para a Croácia. Ela so vai precisar voltar um dia antes de mykonos para Atenas.&lt;br /&gt;Depois desta saga fomos almoçar com Danny em uma taverna típica, pra variar comemos pra caramba e a noite fomos jantar no tal restaurante Milos, especializado em frutos do mar. Foi uma delicia! Pedimos o menu degustação e terminamos a noite no terraço do Hotel Hilton, para tomar uns drinks, com direito a uma vista maravilhosa da Acropole.&lt;br /&gt;Tenho postado as fotos pelo Facebook pois e mais fácil.&lt;br /&gt;No próximo post, falarei sobre nossa estadia em Santorini, que e onde estamos agora. &lt;br /&gt;Keep following us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Posted using BlogPress from my iPad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class='blogpress_location'&gt;Location:&lt;a href='http://maps.google.com/maps?q=%CE%91%CF%80%CE%BF%CF%83%CF%84%CF%8C%CE%BB%CE%BF%CF%85%20%CE%A0%CE%B1%CF%8D%CE%BB%CE%BF%CF%85,Athens,Greece%4037.974297%2C23.720178&amp;z=10'&gt;Αποστόλου Παύλου,Athens,Greece&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5611285441614950679-3864832769267574962?l=renatastories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renatastories.blogspot.com/feeds/3864832769267574962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5611285441614950679&amp;postID=3864832769267574962&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5611285441614950679/posts/default/3864832769267574962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5611285441614950679/posts/default/3864832769267574962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renatastories.blogspot.com/2011/06/ultimo-dia-em-atenas.html' title='Ultimo dia em Atenas'/><author><name>Renata Torres</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04392357674647817043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5611285441614950679.post-1990134190839599429</id><published>2011-06-12T09:11:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-06-12T09:11:09.636-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Esperando a chuva passar</title><content type='html'>Hoje de manha acordamos e fomos direto para a Acrópole. O lugar é realmente lindo e os templos muito imponentes, com destaque para o Parthenon, meu preferido. Fotos lá no final do post. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saindo da Acrópole decidimos visitar o Museu da Acropole, que foi inaugurado no ano passado, ou seja, novinho em folha. O museu contem relíquias encontradas na região da Acropole durante as escavações. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando saímos do museu, decidimos continuar nossa expedição caminhando para Ancient Agora, um outro sítio arqueológico, mas começou a chover muito e tivemos que nos abrigar em uma igrejinha ortodoxa. Foi muito engraçado, porque tinha um padre todo vestido de preto com aquelas barbas compridas, que deixou a Flavinha morrendo de medo. Só ela mesmo, pra ter medo de padre!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando a chuva estiou um pouco decidimos descer mais, em direção a uma região cheia de restaurantes para que pudéssemos nos abrigar caso a chuva apertasse. Nao deu outra: neste momento estou postando de dentro do restaurante onde acabamos almoçando e agora estamos esperando pelo meu amigo Danny, que esta chegando em Atenas e vem nos buscar para fazermos um passeio. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agora um pouquinho das fotos que tirei com meu iPhone hoje:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/06/12/888.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/06/12/s_888.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='210' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/06/12/889.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/06/12/s_889.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='210' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/06/12/890.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/06/12/s_890.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='210' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/06/12/891.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/06/12/s_891.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='210' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/06/12/892.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/06/12/s_892.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Posted using BlogPress from my iPad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class='blogpress_location'&gt;Location:&lt;a href='http://maps.google.com/maps?q=%CE%91%CE%B8%CE%B7%CE%BD%CE%AC%CF%82,Athens,Greece%4037.979571%2C23.726743&amp;z=10'&gt;Αθηνάς,Athens,Greece&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5611285441614950679-1990134190839599429?l=renatastories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renatastories.blogspot.com/feeds/1990134190839599429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5611285441614950679&amp;postID=1990134190839599429&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5611285441614950679/posts/default/1990134190839599429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5611285441614950679/posts/default/1990134190839599429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renatastories.blogspot.com/2011/06/esperando-chuva-passar.html' title='Esperando a chuva passar'/><author><name>Renata Torres</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04392357674647817043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5611285441614950679.post-2947707457198680863</id><published>2011-06-11T17:37:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-06-11T17:37:03.131-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Férias 2011 - começando pela Grécia</title><content type='html'>Hoje começou minha viagem de férias com a Flavinha. Chegamos em Atenas um pouco antes das seis da tarde, depois de termos passado por Paris e esperado umas quatro horas pelo nosso vôo no aeroporto.&lt;br /&gt;O tempo está ótimo apor aqui, temperatura por volta de 25o e fresquinho à noite. Chegamos ao nosso hotel, Cecil Hotel, que fica na região de Psiri, e depois de tomarmos um banho, saímos para dar uma volta. &lt;br /&gt;Minha primeira impressão de Atenas foi ótima. Este bairro é super aconchegante, lotado de bares, cafés, restaurantes, gente jovem e bonita. Além disso, fica aos pés da Acrópole, que pode ser vista de quase todos os lados, lá do alto, como se estivesse guardando os domínios da cidade. Lindo demais!&lt;br /&gt;Até o momento a cidade me lembrou um pouco Roma, um pouco menor, não tão imponente, mas com o mesmo charme e atmosfera que só uma cidade milenar consegue transmitir.&lt;br /&gt;Amanhã durante o dia vou tentar tirar umas fotos com o iPhone para postar por aqui. &lt;br /&gt;Até lá!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Posted using BlogPress from my iPad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5611285441614950679-2947707457198680863?l=renatastories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renatastories.blogspot.com/feeds/2947707457198680863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5611285441614950679&amp;postID=2947707457198680863&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5611285441614950679/posts/default/2947707457198680863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5611285441614950679/posts/default/2947707457198680863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renatastories.blogspot.com/2011/06/ferias-2011-comecando-pela-grecia.html' title='Férias 2011 - começando pela Grécia'/><author><name>Renata Torres</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04392357674647817043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5611285441614950679.post-7961620014058078613</id><published>2011-03-20T22:56:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2011-03-20T23:03:08.696-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Coming back to life</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="480"height="390"src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/nVxnNNGjubg" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Coming Back To Life"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where were you when I was burned and broken&lt;br /&gt;While the days slipped by from my window watching&lt;br /&gt;Where were you when I was hurt and helpless&lt;br /&gt;Because the things you say and the things you do surround me&lt;br /&gt;While you were hanging yourself on someone else's words&lt;br /&gt;Dying to believe in what you heard&lt;br /&gt;I was staring straight into the shining sun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lost in thought and lost in time&lt;br /&gt;While the seeds of life and the seeds of change were planted&lt;br /&gt;Outside the rain fell dark and slow&lt;br /&gt;While I pondered on this dangerous but irresistible pastime&lt;br /&gt;I took a heavenly ride through our silence&lt;br /&gt;I knew the moment had arrived&lt;br /&gt;For killing the past and coming back to life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took a heavenly ride through our silence&lt;br /&gt;I knew the waiting had begun&lt;br /&gt;And headed straight..into the shining sun&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5611285441614950679-7961620014058078613?l=renatastories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renatastories.blogspot.com/feeds/7961620014058078613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5611285441614950679&amp;postID=7961620014058078613&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5611285441614950679/posts/default/7961620014058078613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5611285441614950679/posts/default/7961620014058078613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renatastories.blogspot.com/2011/03/coming-back-to-life.html' title='Coming back to life'/><author><name>Renata Torres</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04392357674647817043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/nVxnNNGjubg/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5611285441614950679.post-4790279295435011197</id><published>2011-03-16T23:23:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-03-16T23:28:34.694-03:00</updated><title type='text'>2010 - um ano que não aconteceu</title><content type='html'>Gente, coincidência ou não, o ano de 2010 não tem entradas no meu blog... É como se não tivesse existido e posso dizer que foi exatamente assim que me sentia durante o ano de 2010. Como se estivesse vivendo uma realidade paralela!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas felizmente 2011 está aí e com certeza será bem diferente! Já está sendo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje é o aniversario do meu pai, 74 anos! Parabéns pro seu Danilo, meu exemplo de honestidade, integridade e Pai de verdade, assim mesmo, com p maiúsculo, em tudo que este simbolismo pode significar na vida de uma pessoa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/03/16/3095.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/03/16/s_3095.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='158' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Posted using BlogPress from my iPad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5611285441614950679-4790279295435011197?l=renatastories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renatastories.blogspot.com/feeds/4790279295435011197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5611285441614950679&amp;postID=4790279295435011197&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5611285441614950679/posts/default/4790279295435011197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5611285441614950679/posts/default/4790279295435011197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renatastories.blogspot.com/2011/03/2010-um-ano-que-nao-aconteceu.html' title='2010 - um ano que não aconteceu'/><author><name>Renata Torres</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04392357674647817043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5611285441614950679.post-7814100480392960659</id><published>2011-03-15T22:10:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-03-15T22:48:00.934-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Retomando minhas estórias</title><content type='html'>Tem muito mais de um ano desde minha última estória. Neste período aconteceram muitas coisas na minha vida, na verdade, posso dizer que ela virou de cabeça para baixo. Mas não pretendo escrever sobre isso aqui. Este assunto eu deixo para minha terapia, já que pago bem caro por ela.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na verdade, pretendo retomar meu blog para compartilhar com meus amigos, eventuais leitores e principalmente comigo mesma, tudo aquilo que venho descobrindo nesta "interessante" viagem que é o processo de auto-conhecimento.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje saí para jantar com uma amiga e um amigo gringo dela. Ao nosso lado estava uma moça na faixa dos 40 e muitos, talvez, jantando sozinha. Estávamos em uma pizzaria descolada da Barra da Tijuca em que realmente não combina alguém ir jantar sozinho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas, peraí! Não combina com quem e por que não combina? São tantas as convenções às quais TEMOS que corresponder que muitas vezes nos esquecemos que o precisamos atender são simplesmente às nossas necessidades e vontades. Seria a moça uma executiva de fora do Rio, que passa suas semanas em um hotel e não agüenta mais pedir suas pizzas no quarto? Ou seria ela uma jovem senhora redescobrindo o prazer que é sair de casa para ver gente, comer uma boa pizza ou conhecer um novo restaurante que lhe foi recomendado?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nessa minha nova fase de vida já me vi por diversas vezes "obrigada" a jantar sozinha, ir ao cinema sozinha, almoçar sozinha, e confesso que no início  é muito difícil se acostumar com essa realidade depois de tanto tempo fazendo tudo na companhia de outra pessoa. Mas ao mesmo tempo é um excelente exercício de auto-motivação, de aceitação e de auto-conhecimento.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O que EU gosto de fazer? Onde EU gosto de ir? Nunca parei para pensar que as respostas a estas perguntas fossem tão difíceis. Mas cheguei a conclusão de que em determinado momento eu não as sabia responder. Estou no processo de descobrir. E saber curtir um filme sozinha, um comidinha gostosa sozinha, significa hoje pra mim, entender que posso conseguir encontrar felicidade em alguns momentos sem depender de ninguém, e isso me anima.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não pretendo fazer uma apologia a "não preciso de ninguém", pelo contrário. Quero sim voltar a sentir aquela coisa boa que é estar ao lado de alguém que me faz bem, que faz eu me sentir viva, que faz o meu coração bater mais forte. Mas pra mim, por ora, é uma surpresa e tanto saber que posso estar só comigo mesma, uma taça de vinho e me sentir feliz.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5611285441614950679-7814100480392960659?l=renatastories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renatastories.blogspot.com/feeds/7814100480392960659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5611285441614950679&amp;postID=7814100480392960659&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5611285441614950679/posts/default/7814100480392960659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5611285441614950679/posts/default/7814100480392960659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renatastories.blogspot.com/2011/03/retomando-minhas-estorias.html' title='Retomando minhas estórias'/><author><name>Renata Torres</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04392357674647817043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5611285441614950679.post-8988363572726900773</id><published>2009-11-21T11:40:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-11-21T11:41:40.814-03:00</updated><title type='text'>De volta, espero...</title><content type='html'>Minhas duas leitoras, aguardem... Em breve, retomarei as atividades blogueiras.&lt;br /&gt;Estamos de casa nova, sendo organizada aos poucos, de forma que temos muitas novidades para contar.&lt;br /&gt;PS: por favor, ao meu novo leitor anônimo que está deixando comentários, peço o favor de se identificar ou então seus comentários não serão postados por aqui...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5611285441614950679-8988363572726900773?l=renatastories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renatastories.blogspot.com/feeds/8988363572726900773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5611285441614950679&amp;postID=8988363572726900773&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5611285441614950679/posts/default/8988363572726900773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5611285441614950679/posts/default/8988363572726900773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renatastories.blogspot.com/2009/11/de-volta-espero.html' title='De volta, espero...'/><author><name>Renata Torres</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04392357674647817043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5611285441614950679.post-7838314527580128513</id><published>2009-06-25T16:07:00.008-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T16:24:08.821-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Inaguração do condomínio</title><content type='html'>Olá!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ontem foi a inauguração do nosso novo condomínio. Ainda não estamos com as chaves, que devemos receber muito em breve, mas a Brascan já está entregando os apartamentos para alguns vizinhos (aqueles abastados que pagaram o apartamento à vista).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Publico aqui algumas fotos que tirei ontem, durante o evento de inauguração, para vocês conhecerem algumas partes do nosso clube. As fotos não estão muito boas, porque era de noite e a camera do iPhone é uma porcaria.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estamos muito felizes e esperamos em breve poder fazer um open house bem legal para receber nossa família e amigos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Entrada do clube&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EmMIEXWegus/SkPMS0P4FWI/AAAAAAAAAPk/Dx9rfmUhHwA/s1600-h/entrada+clube.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EmMIEXWegus/SkPMS0P4FWI/AAAAAAAAAPk/Dx9rfmUhHwA/s200/entrada+clube.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351345405881226594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sala de cardio&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EmMIEXWegus/SkPMxS7e-LI/AAAAAAAAAPs/Ujlupaa_Up4/s1600-h/sala+de+cardio.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EmMIEXWegus/SkPMxS7e-LI/AAAAAAAAAPs/Ujlupaa_Up4/s200/sala+de+cardio.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351345929513269426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marcos testando a esteira&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EmMIEXWegus/SkPNDCegJiI/AAAAAAAAAP0/Zr4fibMGKOg/s1600-h/esteira.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EmMIEXWegus/SkPNDCegJiI/AAAAAAAAAP0/Zr4fibMGKOg/s200/esteira.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351346234334389794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sala de musculação&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EmMIEXWegus/SkPNXj-u9KI/AAAAAAAAAP8/iKVkiR5jqQE/s1600-h/musculacao.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EmMIEXWegus/SkPNXj-u9KI/AAAAAAAAAP8/iKVkiR5jqQE/s200/musculacao.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351346586925331618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sala de pilates&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EmMIEXWegus/SkPNzAq-5gI/AAAAAAAAAQE/jCvOcYTDz80/s1600-h/pilates.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EmMIEXWegus/SkPNzAq-5gI/AAAAAAAAAQE/jCvOcYTDz80/s200/pilates.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351347058483586562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Piscina aquecida&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EmMIEXWegus/SkPOIdB61-I/AAAAAAAAAQM/fQB68J73H3Y/s1600-h/piscina+aquecida.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EmMIEXWegus/SkPOIdB61-I/AAAAAAAAAQM/fQB68J73H3Y/s200/piscina+aquecida.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351347426873235426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;O nosso prédio! Nosso apartamento é o no 2o andar à esquerda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EmMIEXWegus/SkPOjblHScI/AAAAAAAAAQU/lIYAXCH2AfI/s1600-h/meu+predio.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EmMIEXWegus/SkPOjblHScI/AAAAAAAAAQU/lIYAXCH2AfI/s200/meu+predio.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351347890340448706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uma vista do condomínio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EmMIEXWegus/SkPOxLGtBdI/AAAAAAAAAQc/G-0ghNucldU/s1600-h/vista+condominio.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EmMIEXWegus/SkPOxLGtBdI/AAAAAAAAAQc/G-0ghNucldU/s200/vista+condominio.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351348126436099538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5611285441614950679-7838314527580128513?l=renatastories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renatastories.blogspot.com/feeds/7838314527580128513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5611285441614950679&amp;postID=7838314527580128513&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5611285441614950679/posts/default/7838314527580128513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5611285441614950679/posts/default/7838314527580128513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renatastories.blogspot.com/2009/06/inaguracao-do-condominio.html' title='Inaguração do condomínio'/><author><name>Renata Torres</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04392357674647817043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EmMIEXWegus/SkPMS0P4FWI/AAAAAAAAAPk/Dx9rfmUhHwA/s72-c/entrada+clube.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5611285441614950679.post-1736452140046615643</id><published>2009-06-10T17:53:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T18:04:42.534-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Temos Habite-se</title><content type='html'>Oi pessoal,&lt;br /&gt;A novidade da semana é que o habite-se do nosso condomínio saiu (na semana passada, na verdade). Agora esperamos pelo dia 24/06, que é a data da instalação do condomínio, ou seja, data da primeira assembléia de condôminos, quando então teremos também a festa de inauguração!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depois disso, aguardamos pela entrega das chaves. Minha expectativa é receber as chaves até o final de junho, mas não temos certeza... O fato é que já não temos mais esperanças de comemorar o aniversário do Marcos na casa nova. Estou agora rezando para conseguirmos terminar tudo antes de nossa viagem de Setembro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No momento estamos às voltas com o orçamento da obra e do que vamos ter que comprar para mudar para o apartamento. Posso falar que estou um tanto quanto preocupada... Acho que vamos ter que abrir mão de várias coisas que havíamos pensado em priorizar, porque simplesmente there is not enough money at all...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EmMIEXWegus/SjAf1d6Ga8I/AAAAAAAAAPc/I9ALapPHpAg/s1600-h/lulu019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EmMIEXWegus/SjAf1d6Ga8I/AAAAAAAAAPc/I9ALapPHpAg/s200/lulu019.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345807761110625218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas, algumas coisas já foram compradas. Por exemplo, o sofá que vocês conferem na foto aí ao lado. Será um cinza mais escuro e o legal deste sofá é que todos os assentos se transformam em chaise long, através de um mecanismo bem fácil de usar. Além disso, o encosto é flexível para acomodar melhor a cabeça quando o sofá vira chaise. É super-confortável.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5611285441614950679-1736452140046615643?l=renatastories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renatastories.blogspot.com/feeds/1736452140046615643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5611285441614950679&amp;postID=1736452140046615643&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5611285441614950679/posts/default/1736452140046615643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5611285441614950679/posts/default/1736452140046615643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renatastories.blogspot.com/2009/06/temos-habite-se.html' title='Temos Habite-se'/><author><name>Renata Torres</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04392357674647817043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EmMIEXWegus/SjAf1d6Ga8I/AAAAAAAAAPc/I9ALapPHpAg/s72-c/lulu019.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5611285441614950679.post-4070069430144098961</id><published>2009-05-26T10:57:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T11:13:10.803-03:00</updated><title type='text'>A todo vapor com a casa nova</title><content type='html'>Depois de muito tempo sem postar, resolvi compartilhar com vocês, minhas duas leitoras, as últimas novidades em relação à nossa futura nova casa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ainda não recebemos o apartamento, mas ele já está prontinho e lacrado. Fizemos a última vistoria na semana passada e agora está tudo em ordem. A previsão para emissão do Habite-se é final de maio e se tudo der certo recebemos o apartamento até final de Junho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enquanto isso, estamos às voltas com orçamentos e mais orçamentos, de tudo que se pode imaginar: blindex, luminárias, ferragens de banheiro, marcenaria, móveis, gesseiro, pintura... Estamos montando um verdadeiro quebra-cabeças para alocar o que é prioridade no orçamento que temos disponível para este primeiro momento.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E realmente não vai ter jeito... Por mais que quiséssemos mudar com o apartamento todo prontinho e do jeitinho que a gente pensou, não vai dar... Ainda vamos ter que conviver com muitas coisas provisórias, mas c'est la vie, não é o fim do mundo, não é mesmo? O que importa é que estamos com muitas perspectivas novas e com certeza estamos muito animados e ansiosos!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vou tentar postar algumas prévias aqui para vocês terem uma idéia de como vai ficar nosso ap.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5611285441614950679-4070069430144098961?l=renatastories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renatastories.blogspot.com/feeds/4070069430144098961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5611285441614950679&amp;postID=4070069430144098961&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5611285441614950679/posts/default/4070069430144098961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5611285441614950679/posts/default/4070069430144098961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renatastories.blogspot.com/2009/05/todo-vapor-com-casa-nova.html' title='A todo vapor com a casa nova'/><author><name>Renata Torres</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04392357674647817043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5611285441614950679.post-6503078526087459127</id><published>2009-02-19T19:59:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T20:21:50.813-03:00</updated><title type='text'>5 anos sem você</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EmMIEXWegus/SZ3orutCMnI/AAAAAAAAAPM/aC0y2hFyFqo/s1600-h/mae.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 222px; height: 163px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EmMIEXWegus/SZ3orutCMnI/AAAAAAAAAPM/aC0y2hFyFqo/s200/mae.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304651774081249906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;If I lay here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; If I just lay here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; Would you lie with me and just forget the world?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; Forget what we're told&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; Before we get too old&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; Show me a garden that's bursting into life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; Let's waste time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; Chasing cars&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; Around our heads&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; I need your grace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; To remind me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; To find my own&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; If I lay here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; If I just lay here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; Would you lie with me and just forget the world?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; Forget what we're told&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; Before we get too old&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; Show me a garden that's bursting into life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; All that I am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; All that I ever was&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; Is here in your perfect eyes, they're all I can see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; I don't know where&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; Confused about how as well&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; Just know that these things will never change for us at all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; If I lay here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; If I just lay here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; Would you lie with me and just forget the world?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5611285441614950679-6503078526087459127?l=renatastories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renatastories.blogspot.com/feeds/6503078526087459127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5611285441614950679&amp;postID=6503078526087459127&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5611285441614950679/posts/default/6503078526087459127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5611285441614950679/posts/default/6503078526087459127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renatastories.blogspot.com/2009/02/5-anos-sem-voce.html' title='5 anos sem você'/><author><name>Renata Torres</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04392357674647817043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EmMIEXWegus/SZ3orutCMnI/AAAAAAAAAPM/aC0y2hFyFqo/s72-c/mae.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5611285441614950679.post-473970540326875832</id><published>2008-12-21T21:40:00.006-03:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T21:55:14.072-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Everybory needs a star...</title><content type='html'>Com esta frase, Madonna terminou o show que fez no Maracanã em novembro de 1993. Eu estava lá, com minhas amigas Cris e Denise, na arquibancada, vendo de bem longe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EmMIEXWegus/SU7kdZTxAjI/AAAAAAAAAO0/tQA6mpEWiMI/s1600-h/foto2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EmMIEXWegus/SU7kdZTxAjI/AAAAAAAAAO0/tQA6mpEWiMI/s200/foto2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282410606613299762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15 anos depois, lá estava eu novamente no Maracanã, mas desta vez a alguns metros dela. Não pude acreditar quando entrei na pista VIP e percebi o quão perto ficaria dela. Foi muito emocionante. Nem mesmo a chuva que não deu trégua durante todo o show, atrapalh&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EmMIEXWegus/SU7kLwVOX0I/AAAAAAAAAOs/V237ihfomx4/s1600-h/foto1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EmMIEXWegus/SU7kLwVOX0I/AAAAAAAAAOs/V237ihfomx4/s200/foto1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282410303555788610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ou.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fotografei, filmei, pulei, cantei e dancei... Ás vezes não conseguia acreditar que realmente estávamos ali, diante de Madonna, aos 50 anos e com a mesma vitalidade, sensualidade e vibração de sempre. O show, como já esperava, foi espetacular. Realmente um mega evento. Não consigo entender as pessoas que no dia seguinte estavam lamentando terem presenciado um playback. Desde quando Madonna é reconhecida por sua potente voz? Não, o que importa é a capacidade desta mulher se manter no auge da cultura pop durante os últimos 30 anos, se reinventando e fazendo a gente dançar. Foi muito legal!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EmMIEXWegus/SU7lGFbS7dI/AAAAAAAAAPE/JWzaiPiVXUE/s1600-h/foto4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EmMIEXWegus/SU7lGFbS7dI/AAAAAAAAAPE/JWzaiPiVXUE/s200/foto4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282411305650810322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EmMIEXWegus/SU7kvc1V0AI/AAAAAAAAAO8/8i88LvqVTrE/s1600-h/foto3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EmMIEXWegus/SU7kvc1V0AI/AAAAAAAAAO8/8i88LvqVTrE/s200/foto3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282410916797075458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Fomos com várias amigas e nos divertimos pra caramba. Tanto que voltamos no dia seguinte, desta vez de cadeira, para curtir o show de longe, vendo o espetáculo como um todo. Foi inesquecível!&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo que dois dias depois tenha começado uma gripe braba que não me larga, deve ser para que eu não me esqueça tão cedo destes dois dias que foram sem dúvida um dos pontos mais altos deste ano. Impossível esquecer...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5611285441614950679-473970540326875832?l=renatastories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renatastories.blogspot.com/feeds/473970540326875832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5611285441614950679&amp;postID=473970540326875832&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5611285441614950679/posts/default/473970540326875832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5611285441614950679/posts/default/473970540326875832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renatastories.blogspot.com/2008/12/everybory-needs-star.html' title='Everybory needs a star...'/><author><name>Renata Torres</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04392357674647817043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EmMIEXWegus/SU7kdZTxAjI/AAAAAAAAAO0/tQA6mpEWiMI/s72-c/foto2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5611285441614950679.post-2930635565585708971</id><published>2008-03-30T15:59:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2008-03-30T16:26:25.106-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Depois de um longo e tenebroso inverno...</title><content type='html'>Tudo bem, ainda não estamos no inverno, mas achei o título perfeito para retomar o blog depois de quase dois meses sem postar nada por aqui.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preguiça mesmo, não tenho um desculpa melhor. Aproveito um domingo em casa, sozinha, já que Marcos embarcou ontem para o México. Treinamento de 1 semana. Detesto ficar sozinha mas ao mesmo tempo acho bom às vezes poder ter um tempo só meu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do Carnaval pra cá, não aconteceu muita coisa. Só uma viagem para a Salvador na Semana Santa, com alguns amigos e a aquisição de uma cafeteira Nespresso. Estou simplesmente viciada nos cafés e cappuccino que meu mais novo xodó pode fazer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, e estou lendo a biografia de Eric Clapton, meu guitarrista preferido. Tive a oportunidade de assistí-lo em Melbourne e minha admiração já tinha crescido, depois de tê-lo ouvido ao vivo. Lendo a história de sua vida, a admiração só aumenta. Recomendo, para os que gostam de Eric e de blues. É um exemplo de dedicação, talento e pessoa que soube ultrapassar diversos barras pesadas e dar a volta por cima.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adoro música e tudo a respeito. Sempre digo que uma de minhas frustrações é não saber tocar nenhum instrumento e não ter ido a um show do Legião. A música sempre foi muito presente em minha família, desde meus pais que gostavam de reunir parentes e amigos para ouvir os discos de Chico, Vinícius, Toquinho etc até meus irmãos, grandes influências musicais para mim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cresci ouvindo MPB por conta dos meus pais e Rock'n'Roll por conta de meus irmãos. Lembro que aos 9 anos, quando comecei a fazer curso de inglês no CCAA, minha maior distração era pegar os LPs dos meus irmãos e decorar as letras das músicas. Aprendi muito assim... Não tinha a menor idéia do que estava falando, mas repetia sem parar: C'mon baby light my fire, ou, If you wanna hang out you've got to take her out; cocaine. Hahaha, logo eu... A mais careta de todos os tempos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lógico que como toda e qualquer criança, tinha também minhas preferências: Balão Mágico, Trem da Alegria, Menudo (que era ouvido com muitas reclamações por parte de meus irmãos, 10 anos mais velhos do que eu!) e na adolescência: A-Ha, George Michael, Madonna... Mas confesso que minha cultura musical passou por muita coisa boa que aprendia gostar com eles: Supertramp, The Doors, America, Led Zeppelin, Eric Clapton, U2 (minha banda preferida), Pink Floyd, Rolling Stones, Renaissance, e por aí vai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Post doido, descambei pra um assunto completamente nostálgico... Enfim, tudo isso, porque estou lendo a biografia de Deus, Lord Eric, como ele se autodefinia do alto de seus 10 anos, quando ganhou da avó um violão muito do mixuruca, difícil a beça de tocar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Páro por aqui, vou continuar a ler meu livro e torcer para que a semana passe bem rápido!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5611285441614950679-2930635565585708971?l=renatastories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renatastories.blogspot.com/feeds/2930635565585708971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5611285441614950679&amp;postID=2930635565585708971&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5611285441614950679/posts/default/2930635565585708971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5611285441614950679/posts/default/2930635565585708971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renatastories.blogspot.com/2008/03/depois-de-um-longo-e-tenebroso-inverno.html' title='Depois de um longo e tenebroso inverno...'/><author><name>Renata Torres</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04392357674647817043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5611285441614950679.post-6418771655075379359</id><published>2008-02-04T00:50:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-02-04T01:09:52.992-03:00</updated><title type='text'>É Carnaval...</title><content type='html'>... nesse dia de folia ninguém chora.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lembro de quando o Império Serrano desfilou com esse samba-enredo. Aliás lembro do tempo que os sambas do Império eram inesquecíveis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carnaval para mim era pensar na fantasia que minha mãe ia preparar pra mim e para uma prima, sempre saíamos com fantasias iguais. Até que minha prima, mais velha que eu, em um determinado ano ia ao baile de noite e eu não entendia porque não podia ir junto. Até que dois anos depois finalmente pude ir e dormi quase o baile todo. Achei meio chato. Já no ano seguinte, cheguei em casa todos os dias às 7 da manhã. E assim foi por alguns anos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carnaval de cidade pequena, de rua, de amigos, primos, paqueras, banho de piscina no clube depois do baile, meu irmão brigando na rua, mesa de lanche pronta em casa para quando chegássemos acabados de tanta folia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depois, o legal era viajar no Carnaval. Para o Paraná (várias vezes, Manguinhos, Caiobá, Ilha do Mel), para Búzios, para NY (duas vezes, uma delas para tentar amenizar uma dor que vai sempre estar comigo), e agora confesso que Carnaval para mim deixou de ser sinônimo de quatro dias de muito samba, suor e folia, para ser sinônimo de um bom feriado para esquecer o trabalho, fazer uma boa viagem, ou aproveitar para ir à praia ou ao cinema (normalmente menos concorrido) quando fico no Rio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje, me deu um pouco de saudade daquela época quando pulava o Carnaval. Hoje não sinto mais essa vontade. Mudei. Ou será que o Carnaval de hoje não tem o mesmo significado para mim que tinha antes? Tudo muda, algumas pessoas mudam, as realidades mudam, e mudam nossos pontos de vista. Nossa referência muda. Nossos interesses mudam. É, com certeza a Renata mudou.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5611285441614950679-6418771655075379359?l=renatastories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renatastories.blogspot.com/feeds/6418771655075379359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5611285441614950679&amp;postID=6418771655075379359&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5611285441614950679/posts/default/6418771655075379359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5611285441614950679/posts/default/6418771655075379359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renatastories.blogspot.com/2008/02/carnaval.html' title='É Carnaval...'/><author><name>Renata Torres</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04392357674647817043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5611285441614950679.post-472385245400084606</id><published>2007-12-29T16:56:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-12-29T17:14:08.036-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Sábado de sol</title><content type='html'>Acordar cedo, ir para a praia, encontrar com os amigos, almoçar em Ipanema.&lt;br /&gt;Calor de 40o.&lt;br /&gt;Minha amiga não vai mais voltar para o Haiti.&lt;br /&gt;2007 acabando.&lt;br /&gt;Altas expectativas para 2008.&lt;br /&gt;Feliz Ano Novo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EmMIEXWegus/R3aqZ2KCl-I/AAAAAAAAAJc/B6GMd8KlWEA/s1600-h/re_ping.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EmMIEXWegus/R3aqZ2KCl-I/AAAAAAAAAJc/B6GMd8KlWEA/s200/re_ping.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149490584955820002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5611285441614950679-472385245400084606?l=renatastories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renatastories.blogspot.com/feeds/472385245400084606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5611285441614950679&amp;postID=472385245400084606&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5611285441614950679/posts/default/472385245400084606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5611285441614950679/posts/default/472385245400084606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renatastories.blogspot.com/2007/12/sbado-de-sol.html' title='Sábado de sol'/><author><name>Renata Torres</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04392357674647817043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EmMIEXWegus/R3aqZ2KCl-I/AAAAAAAAAJc/B6GMd8KlWEA/s72-c/re_ping.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5611285441614950679.post-1543156271760107046</id><published>2007-12-26T19:45:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-12-26T22:40:59.235-03:00</updated><title type='text'>December is...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EmMIEXWegus/R3LcYWKCl3I/AAAAAAAAAIk/Jd8FTAk4jJU/s1600-h/niver.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EmMIEXWegus/R3LcYWKCl3I/AAAAAAAAAIk/Jd8FTAk4jJU/s200/niver.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148419634860562290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;... Renata's birthday,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EmMIEXWegus/R3LfCGKCl4I/AAAAAAAAAIs/xA30YwL5TzU/s1600-h/re_kim.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EmMIEXWegus/R3LfCGKCl4I/AAAAAAAAAIs/xA30YwL5TzU/s200/re_kim.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148422551143356290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Kim in Rio,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EmMIEXWegus/R3Lf42KCl5I/AAAAAAAAAI0/vng2pVJnOnI/s1600-h/summer.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EmMIEXWegus/R3Lf42KCl5I/AAAAAAAAAI0/vng2pVJnOnI/s200/summer.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148423491741194130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Summer &amp;amp; Ipanema,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EmMIEXWegus/R3LgwmKCl6I/AAAAAAAAAI8/Qb-RjVZ-nUk/s1600-h/leodani.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EmMIEXWegus/R3LgwmKCl6I/AAAAAAAAAI8/Qb-RjVZ-nUk/s200/leodani.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148424449518901154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Party with friends,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EmMIEXWegus/R3LhwGKCl7I/AAAAAAAAAJE/hfMH3M4X-Nk/s1600-h/analuisa.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EmMIEXWegus/R3LhwGKCl7I/AAAAAAAAAJE/hfMH3M4X-Nk/s200/analuisa.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148425540440594354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ana Luisa smiling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5611285441614950679-1543156271760107046?l=renatastories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renatastories.blogspot.com/feeds/1543156271760107046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5611285441614950679&amp;postID=1543156271760107046&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5611285441614950679/posts/default/1543156271760107046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5611285441614950679/posts/default/1543156271760107046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renatastories.blogspot.com/2007/12/december-is.html' title='December is...'/><author><name>Renata Torres</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04392357674647817043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EmMIEXWegus/R3LcYWKCl3I/AAAAAAAAAIk/Jd8FTAk4jJU/s72-c/niver.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5611285441614950679.post-3966287520825080245</id><published>2007-11-10T13:04:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-11-10T13:08:54.817-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Live from NY!</title><content type='html'>Hey guys, just arrived in NYC and went straight to the Apple store at 5th Av. I have to admit that it's being very difficult to resist to buy a new iPod touch. I've bought a classic one through Amazon, but the touch is really awesome. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll have only two days here and I'm glad I will finally be able to see the Central Park with leaves!!! Tonight I'll go to Cyrano de Bergerac, with Kevin Kline and Jennifer Garder. I'm really excited for that, can't wait for tonight!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Will let you know how it goes!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;See you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5611285441614950679-3966287520825080245?l=renatastories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renatastories.blogspot.com/feeds/3966287520825080245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5611285441614950679&amp;postID=3966287520825080245&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5611285441614950679/posts/default/3966287520825080245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5611285441614950679/posts/default/3966287520825080245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renatastories.blogspot.com/2007/11/live-from-ny.html' title='Live from NY!'/><author><name>Renata Torres</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04392357674647817043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5611285441614950679.post-7417879428928332833</id><published>2007-10-29T15:36:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-10-30T08:54:00.495-03:00</updated><title type='text'>My weekend at the TIM Festival</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EmMIEXWegus/RyYsfzEVtDI/AAAAAAAAAH8/KGtYVYmDXVE/s1600-h/village.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126834150603863090" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EmMIEXWegus/RyYsfzEVtDI/AAAAAAAAAH8/KGtYVYmDXVE/s200/village.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This was my first time at TIM Festival. I can't believe I worked at TIM for 5 years and only after I left I decided to go to the festival. This is one of the most important music festivals in Brazil, if you consider the kind of artists it envolves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EmMIEXWegus/RyYs1jEVtFI/AAAAAAAAAIM/yFuqLOpUs_c/s1600-h/julia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126834524266017874" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EmMIEXWegus/RyYs1jEVtFI/AAAAAAAAAIM/yFuqLOpUs_c/s200/julia.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's a mix of jazz-rock-punk-techno and each year everyone waits to see who is coming. So, this year I decided to attend it, and went both Friday and Saturday. The first day we saw Hot Chip and Arctic Monkeys. It was a night dedicated to UK rock (even if the first band was more related to eletronic music). I will not dedicate many words to them; after the third music I thought it was all the same and wanted to kill time until the Monkeys started.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was a shame that the concert started so late. It was around 01:30AM when Arctic Monkeys appeared at the stage. The concert was good. They are really good. But we only waited for Fluorescent Adolescent and then went home. Marcos had to work on Saturday, so we did not wait for the end of the concert.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EmMIEXWegus/RyYtnDEVtHI/AAAAAAAAAIc/1ifvHdKfGBQ/s1600-h/juliette.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126835374669542514" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EmMIEXWegus/RyYtnDEVtHI/AAAAAAAAAIc/1ifvHdKfGBQ/s200/juliette.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EmMIEXWegus/RyYtYDEVtGI/AAAAAAAAAIU/iMpx2qJSUbY/s1600-h/juliette2.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The next day was even better. Starting with Juliette and The Licks, followed by The Killers. I must say: I always liked Julliette Lewis as an actress. Most of the characters she played were deep, troubled, giving her space to show her talented. But I never thought of her as a rock'n'roll star. She impressed me. And all of us who were at Marina da Glória on Saturday. Even Marcos who is not a rock fan, like it so much that was downloading their songs the day after. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was a great responsibility for The Killers to take over Juliette's performance. They were fine, of course, everybody knew their songs and all, but for me, and according to some critics, that was The Lick's night. I'm glad I was there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5611285441614950679-7417879428928332833?l=renatastories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renatastories.blogspot.com/feeds/7417879428928332833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5611285441614950679&amp;postID=7417879428928332833&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5611285441614950679/posts/default/7417879428928332833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5611285441614950679/posts/default/7417879428928332833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renatastories.blogspot.com/2007/10/my-weekend-at-tim-festival.html' title='My weekend at the TIM Festival'/><author><name>Renata Torres</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04392357674647817043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EmMIEXWegus/RyYsfzEVtDI/AAAAAAAAAH8/KGtYVYmDXVE/s72-c/village.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5611285441614950679.post-5571311948134347471</id><published>2007-10-26T09:08:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-10-28T19:55:48.329-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Call The Police!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125621007026336802" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EmMIEXWegus/RyHdJjEVtCI/AAAAAAAAAH0/GQlbFB17USg/s200/police.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes! Finally they are coming... This morning we bought our tickets for The Police's concert in december!!! We wanted the premium seats but they opened the sales yesterday only for HSBC customers and the premium seats sold out. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, this year I will have a different birthday celebration: at Maracanã with Sting, Andy and Stewart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5611285441614950679-5571311948134347471?l=renatastories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renatastories.blogspot.com/feeds/5571311948134347471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5611285441614950679&amp;postID=5571311948134347471&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5611285441614950679/posts/default/5571311948134347471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5611285441614950679/posts/default/5571311948134347471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renatastories.blogspot.com/2007/10/call-police.html' title='Call The Police!!!'/><author><name>Renata Torres</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04392357674647817043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EmMIEXWegus/RyHdJjEVtCI/AAAAAAAAAH0/GQlbFB17USg/s72-c/police.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5611285441614950679.post-7302324473599700388</id><published>2007-09-25T21:03:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-09-25T21:06:24.935-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Alive and kicking!</title><content type='html'>Hi, I'm still here. Been absent for a while, busy with work.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much going on, except the possibility of spending 11 months in São Paulo.&lt;br /&gt;Can't say I'm happy about it...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5611285441614950679-7302324473599700388?l=renatastories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renatastories.blogspot.com/feeds/7302324473599700388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5611285441614950679&amp;postID=7302324473599700388&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5611285441614950679/posts/default/7302324473599700388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5611285441614950679/posts/default/7302324473599700388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renatastories.blogspot.com/2007/09/alive-and-kicking.html' title='Alive and kicking!'/><author><name>Renata Torres</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04392357674647817043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5611285441614950679.post-8578284209126817606</id><published>2007-09-10T21:46:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-09-10T21:59:48.988-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Long weekend in the mountains</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EmMIEXWegus/RuXns7HXKTI/AAAAAAAAAHU/3iO3IR_TQ7k/s1600-h/IMG_0796.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EmMIEXWegus/RuXns7HXKTI/AAAAAAAAAHU/3iO3IR_TQ7k/s200/IMG_0796.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108744111290526002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Last Friday we celebrated our Independence Day. It was a long weekend, and we decided to take a small trip to Penedo, a small city near Rio, in the mountains, known as the Brazilian Finland.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went with my brother Mauro and his girlfriend (my friend) Cris. The place we stayed in was their suggestion, once they had been there before, at the beginning of this year. It was a&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EmMIEXWegus/RuXn8rHXKUI/AAAAAAAAAHc/I9TkylfXF8g/s1600-h/IMG_0783.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EmMIEXWegus/RuXn8rHXKUI/AAAAAAAAAHc/I9TkylfXF8g/s200/IMG_0783.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108744381873465666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; really nice place, very quiet, good food... And we were very lucky with the weather. During the three days we had sunny and warm days; at night the temperature dropped a little bit, but it was ok. We had so much fun... This was the first time we traveled with my brother, but for sure it won't be the only one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EmMIEXWegus/RuXoR7HXKVI/AAAAAAAAAHk/9brBst0TI-Q/s1600-h/IMG_0790.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EmMIEXWegus/RuXoR7HXKVI/AAAAAAAAAHk/9brBst0TI-Q/s200/IMG_0790.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108744746945685842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The hotel accepted small dogs but Marcos did not want to take Ping, that's why she's at my dad's place. But he promised me that the next time we'll take her. There was a couple there with a yorkshire, so cute, she would be a perfect friend for Ping...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the holiday we had eaten a lot, drank a lot and rested a lot. It was a nice holiday!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5611285441614950679-8578284209126817606?l=renatastories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renatastories.blogspot.com/feeds/8578284209126817606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5611285441614950679&amp;postID=8578284209126817606&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5611285441614950679/posts/default/8578284209126817606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5611285441614950679/posts/default/8578284209126817606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renatastories.blogspot.com/2007/09/long-weekend-in-mountains.html' title='Long weekend in the mountains'/><author><name>Renata Torres</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04392357674647817043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EmMIEXWegus/RuXns7HXKTI/AAAAAAAAAHU/3iO3IR_TQ7k/s72-c/IMG_0796.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5611285441614950679.post-6777587379061228049</id><published>2007-09-01T18:02:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-09-01T18:15:16.555-03:00</updated><title type='text'>The garden is even more beautiful</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EmMIEXWegus/RtnV5bHXKRI/AAAAAAAAAHE/C8j0M7CNFPk/s1600-h/jardim.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EmMIEXWegus/RtnV5bHXKRI/AAAAAAAAAHE/C8j0M7CNFPk/s200/jardim.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105346835109062930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;One of the things my mom liked the most was to take care of her garden. She spent hours watering it, planting new flowers and I think that the roses were her favorite ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought that maybe after she's gone, my dad would not be able to take proper care of it, not like my mom did, but I was&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EmMIEXWegus/RtnWFrHXKSI/AAAAAAAAAHM/wn0gqnqNI-o/s1600-h/orquideas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EmMIEXWegus/RtnWFrHXKSI/AAAAAAAAAHM/wn0gqnqNI-o/s200/orquideas.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105347045562460450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; completely wrong. He says that her garden will always be taken care of, even more, and today when I went there to leave Ping with him for two weeks, I couldn't agree more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pictures confirm what I'm saying. I think that this is the only part of the house where I still feel confortable, maybe because it's the only place that is quite the same as before...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5611285441614950679-6777587379061228049?l=renatastories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renatastories.blogspot.com/feeds/6777587379061228049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5611285441614950679&amp;postID=6777587379061228049&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5611285441614950679/posts/default/6777587379061228049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5611285441614950679/posts/default/6777587379061228049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renatastories.blogspot.com/2007/09/garden-is-even-more-beautiful.html' title='The garden is even more beautiful'/><author><name>Renata Torres</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04392357674647817043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EmMIEXWegus/RtnV5bHXKRI/AAAAAAAAAHE/C8j0M7CNFPk/s72-c/jardim.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5611285441614950679.post-2553656856701350774</id><published>2007-08-28T22:00:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-08-28T22:12:06.931-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Nice to meet you, I'm Luly Darcy</title><content type='html'>I would like to introduce myself, I'm Luly Darcy. I work for a famous web agency and right now I have a big challenge: to develop a marketing plan for a big Brazilian company to launch its services in Second Life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend Renata lended me this space so I could exchange some ideas with her friends. At the moment we are just evaluating some ideas and starting to use Second Life to understand how this thing works. Let's say that it was a little bit disappointing when I installed the software, started to personalize myself and suddenly the computer froze. I will try again later and will publish a picture of my avatar here. Maybe I'll try to convince Renata to do the same...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll keep you guys posted about this... Keep coming here for news about my Second Life experience.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5611285441614950679-2553656856701350774?l=renatastories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renatastories.blogspot.com/feeds/2553656856701350774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5611285441614950679&amp;postID=2553656856701350774&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5611285441614950679/posts/default/2553656856701350774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5611285441614950679/posts/default/2553656856701350774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renatastories.blogspot.com/2007/08/nice-to-meet-you-im-luly-darcy.html' title='Nice to meet you, I&apos;m Luly Darcy'/><author><name>Renata Torres</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04392357674647817043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5611285441614950679.post-4319582414003756579</id><published>2007-08-26T09:38:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-08-26T09:50:42.391-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunny weekend in Rio</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EmMIEXWegus/RtF2drHXKNI/AAAAAAAAAGk/hclWAZiuOdM/s1600-h/lagoa1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EmMIEXWegus/RtF2drHXKNI/AAAAAAAAAGk/hclWAZiuOdM/s200/lagoa1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102990104949369042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I decided to go back to my long walks (something that I started doing in Melbourne and helped me loosing some weight) and went with Marcos to Lagoa yesterday. It was a sunny beautiful day and we walked for more than 7km (the whole lagoon). I thought I was going to be very very tired, but was surprised that at the end I was fine.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EmMIEXWegus/RtF2nLHXKOI/AAAAAAAAAGs/0LBjallhhLc/s1600-h/lagoa2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EmMIEXWegus/RtF2nLHXKOI/AAAAAAAAAGs/0LBjallhhLc/s200/lagoa2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102990268158126306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After walking we had lunch at one of those kiosks, it was really a nice way to start the day. While we were walking, something caught my attention. Someone in the apartment in the next picture likes to show their art pieces through the window. I decided to register this... Very curious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we will walk again, but at the beach this time.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EmMIEXWegus/RtF2wbHXKPI/AAAAAAAAAG0/cdONQ_baCD0/s1600-h/flavinha.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EmMIEXWegus/RtF2wbHXKPI/AAAAAAAAAG0/cdONQ_baCD0/s200/flavinha.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102990427071916274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday my friend Flavinha went to Haiti. She will spend 4 months there, working. I really hope everything will be fine with her and that she finds what she's looking for and come back soon. I'm gonna miss her a lot.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5611285441614950679-4319582414003756579?l=renatastories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renatastories.blogspot.com/feeds/4319582414003756579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5611285441614950679&amp;postID=4319582414003756579&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5611285441614950679/posts/default/4319582414003756579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5611285441614950679/posts/default/4319582414003756579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renatastories.blogspot.com/2007/08/sunny-weekend-in-rio.html' title='Sunny weekend in Rio'/><author><name>Renata Torres</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04392357674647817043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EmMIEXWegus/RtF2drHXKNI/AAAAAAAAAGk/hclWAZiuOdM/s72-c/lagoa1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5611285441614950679.post-4600245191626145562</id><published>2007-08-23T21:39:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2007-08-23T21:42:53.187-03:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Indie Rock and Roll for me!!</title><content type='html'>So this is one of my favourite songs from The Killers, and I decided to use it as the title of this post, because today I got tickets for their concert here in Rio in October. And also, I got tickets for Arctic Monkeys concert, another indie band... Cool! I can´t wait!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to my friend Tania, we will go to these concerts with 20% discount! They will play at the TIM Festival, and TIM employees can buy tickets with discount and before everyone else! Once I'm no longer an employee, I have to ask my dear friends to use their benefits in my favor.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5611285441614950679-4600245191626145562?l=renatastories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renatastories.blogspot.com/feeds/4600245191626145562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5611285441614950679&amp;postID=4600245191626145562&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5611285441614950679/posts/default/4600245191626145562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5611285441614950679/posts/default/4600245191626145562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renatastories.blogspot.com/2007/08/its-indie-rock-and-roll-for-me.html' title='It&apos;s Indie Rock and Roll for me!!'/><author><name>Renata Torres</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04392357674647817043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5611285441614950679.post-6891524030248694827</id><published>2007-08-14T22:25:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2007-08-14T22:34:43.835-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Bem-vindo Max!!!</title><content type='html'>O post de hoje é em homenagem ao meu querido Max, filho de meus queridos amigos Maria &amp; Stephan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Max, que você seja um menino muito feliz e que traga muitas alegrias para seus pais. Seus tios Marcos &amp;amp; Renata não vêem a hora de apertar você, ainda mais sabendo como você nasceu fofo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beijinhos,&lt;br /&gt;Tia Rê&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5611285441614950679-6891524030248694827?l=renatastories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renatastories.blogspot.com/feeds/6891524030248694827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5611285441614950679&amp;postID=6891524030248694827&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5611285441614950679/posts/default/6891524030248694827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5611285441614950679/posts/default/6891524030248694827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renatastories.blogspot.com/2007/08/bem-vindo-max.html' title='Bem-vindo Max!!!'/><author><name>Renata Torres</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04392357674647817043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5611285441614950679.post-5328691221952101818</id><published>2007-08-12T18:57:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2007-08-12T19:12:27.744-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally I finished it</title><content type='html'>I have finished Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows last Thursday. Honestly, I think the end was a little bit disappointed. I'm not sure if my opinion was influenced by a couple of friends that had already finished it and told me that they didn't like the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the fact is that the book was good and at the end I think the author tried to make sense of something impossible to explain. I don't know, even if we consider that everything in the book is about magic, I think that she could end it in a more real context. Anyway, I think that the 4th book is the best of all seven, it's a turning point in the story and is still my favourite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I started reading The bookseller of Kabul. It will bring me back to the real world...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: I can't find out the reason why the book cover is so large in the picture below...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5611285441614950679-5328691221952101818?l=renatastories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renatastories.blogspot.com/feeds/5328691221952101818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5611285441614950679&amp;postID=5328691221952101818&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5611285441614950679/posts/default/5328691221952101818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5611285441614950679/posts/default/5328691221952101818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renatastories.blogspot.com/2007/08/finally-i-finished-it.html' title='Finally I finished it'/><author><name>Renata Torres</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04392357674647817043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5611285441614950679.post-2044212216111406978</id><published>2007-08-06T20:20:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-08-06T21:47:36.314-03:00</updated><title type='text'>What goes around...Comes around</title><content type='html'>Lately I've been obssessed by this hit from JT. Actually, his last album is really good, I like all the songs, but especially this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyday when I'm going to or coming from work, I listen to it, because it's almost impossible not to. The radio is playing it all the time... People on the streets must think that I'm crazy, because when the song starts I increase the radio volume and it's impossible to avoid singing and dancing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I want to put it as my ringtone, just have to copy it to my mobile. It's not that I identify myself with the lyrics, of course not, but the music is so good... I think he is one of the most talented artists at the moment. I read that he's doing a concert in Brazil this year, not sure when, but wherever it is, I'll be there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Don't wanna think about it&lt;br /&gt; Don't wanna talk about it&lt;br /&gt; I'm just so sick about it&lt;br /&gt; I can't believe it's ending this way&lt;br /&gt; Just so confused about it&lt;br /&gt; Feeling the blues about it&lt;br /&gt; I just can't do without ya&lt;br /&gt; Tell me is this fate"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5611285441614950679-2044212216111406978?l=renatastories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renatastories.blogspot.com/feeds/2044212216111406978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5611285441614950679&amp;postID=2044212216111406978&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5611285441614950679/posts/default/2044212216111406978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5611285441614950679/posts/default/2044212216111406978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renatastories.blogspot.com/2007/08/what-goes-aroundcomes-around.html' title='What goes around...Comes around'/><author><name>Renata Torres</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04392357674647817043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5611285441614950679.post-5850329621944601989</id><published>2007-08-05T18:53:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-08-05T19:29:23.156-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy weekend...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EmMIEXWegus/RrZI5P8R11I/AAAAAAAAAFc/pxBOvJqm2_Q/s1600-h/vovo.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095340176785397586" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EmMIEXWegus/RrZI5P8R11I/AAAAAAAAAFc/pxBOvJqm2_Q/s200/vovo.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Gosh, I'm tired. This weekend was really busy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Saturday we had Julia's costume party, at Marcos's father house. You can can check our costumes out in the next pictures. The first picture shows me and Marcos with his grandmother, dressed as a witch. She is so cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second picture, shows us with Marcos sisters Julia and Maria, and Chico, Marcos's brother-&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EmMIEXWegus/RrZJBP8R12I/AAAAAAAAAFk/c8z3nqWVZJY/s1600-h/familia.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095340314224351074" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EmMIEXWegus/RrZJBP8R12I/AAAAAAAAAFk/c8z3nqWVZJY/s200/familia.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;in-law.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the third one, shows me and Maria with three of Julia's friends, dressed as the Blue Men group (they have inpersonated the blue men until the end of the party, they didn't talk at all). Cool! It was really fun! It was the first time I went to a costume party and I think it's really fun when everybody adheres and dresses up using creativity. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EmMIEXWegus/RrZJUf8R13I/AAAAAAAAAFs/Zb38002iGT0/s1600-h/blueman.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095340644936832882" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EmMIEXWegus/RrZJUf8R13I/AAAAAAAAAFs/Zb38002iGT0/s200/blueman.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Marcos said that next year, at his 35th birthday he will throw a costume party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We stayed at the party until 2:30AM, because Marcos was going to do a barbecue at the next day to celebrate his birthday and we would need to wake up early.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EmMIEXWegus/RrZMfv8R14I/AAAAAAAAAF0/YoO_MOunAh0/s1600-h/churra_gabriel.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095344136745244546" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EmMIEXWegus/RrZMfv8R14I/AAAAAAAAAF0/YoO_MOunAh0/s200/churra_gabriel.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We did the barbecue here at our building. They had done a very nice area for barbecues and it was the first time we used it. Our closest friends are all having babies now, so there were many children at the barbecue. The baby in the next picture is Gabriel, our good friends Denise &amp; Alfredo's son and the cute little &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EmMIEXWegus/RrZPCv8R15I/AAAAAAAAAF8/JDx_aDEXZxQ/s1600-h/Isabela.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095346937063921554" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EmMIEXWegus/RrZPCv8R15I/AAAAAAAAAF8/JDx_aDEXZxQ/s200/Isabela.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;girl is Isabela, my good friend Marcia's daughter.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5611285441614950679-5850329621944601989?l=renatastories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renatastories.blogspot.com/feeds/5850329621944601989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5611285441614950679&amp;postID=5850329621944601989&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5611285441614950679/posts/default/5850329621944601989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5611285441614950679/posts/default/5850329621944601989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renatastories.blogspot.com/2007/08/busy-weekend.html' title='Busy weekend...'/><author><name>Renata Torres</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04392357674647817043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EmMIEXWegus/RrZI5P8R11I/AAAAAAAAAFc/pxBOvJqm2_Q/s72-c/vovo.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5611285441614950679.post-5678285354596551672</id><published>2007-07-30T21:56:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-07-30T22:16:35.958-03:00</updated><title type='text'>New toy</title><content type='html'>Yesterday I bought a new toy: a mobile phone Nokia N95. It's also usefull to make calls :) Until now, every spare moment I had was dedicated to learn how to use it. I have forgotten how addicted I was to these gadgets! The phone is simply unbelivable!! Definetly a good choice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next saturday it's Julia's birthday party, it will be a costume party. This weekend we (me and Marcos) went to a store to rent our costumes. We did not know exactly what we wanted, and honestly, I did not like the place at once. I wanted to go away the second I got into the store... But Marcos insisted and we asked for the Zorro costume and a spanish dress for me. The lady at the store said that they had the dress similar to the one that Catherina Zetta-Jones wore in the last Zorro's movie, so I asked to see it. It was ok, but I think I will have to explain my costume to everybody at the party. Let's see... Wait for the next post to see pictures of both of us with the costumes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5611285441614950679-5678285354596551672?l=renatastories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renatastories.blogspot.com/feeds/5678285354596551672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5611285441614950679&amp;postID=5678285354596551672&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5611285441614950679/posts/default/5678285354596551672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5611285441614950679/posts/default/5678285354596551672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renatastories.blogspot.com/2007/07/new-toy.html' title='New toy'/><author><name>Renata Torres</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04392357674647817043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5611285441614950679.post-7743291503736523325</id><published>2007-07-23T21:26:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-07-23T21:36:51.881-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally it arrived!</title><content type='html'>Yesterday my new Harry Potter book arrived! Unfortunately I had to wait until late at night to start reading it, because we spent the day visiting Ana Luisa (she becomes cutter everyday...).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think this will be the best book of the series... I only read the first two chapters but it was possible to have an idea of what is coming ahead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Changing the subject, this is the last week of the Pan American games. We still have two events to attend: masculine volleyball tomorrow night and athletism next Saturday. We thought about going to the closing ceremony on Sunday, but we would have to pay a lot of money for the tickets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think we can be very proud of this edition of Pan American games. People from the organization comitees are saying that these were the best games so far and this increases our chances to host the Olympic Games in 2016!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5611285441614950679-7743291503736523325?l=renatastories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renatastories.blogspot.com/feeds/7743291503736523325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5611285441614950679&amp;postID=7743291503736523325&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5611285441614950679/posts/default/7743291503736523325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5611285441614950679/posts/default/7743291503736523325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renatastories.blogspot.com/2007/07/finally-it-arrived.html' title='Finally it arrived!'/><author><name>Renata Torres</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04392357674647817043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5611285441614950679.post-4817124618375673314</id><published>2007-07-21T19:09:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-07-21T19:23:10.481-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Pé frio!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EmMIEXWegus/RqKGjP8R1yI/AAAAAAAAAFE/25YON11M4TM/s1600-h/Maraca3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089778469014984482" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EmMIEXWegus/RqKGjP8R1yI/AAAAAAAAAFE/25YON11M4TM/s200/Maraca3.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We went to Maracanã today to watch the soccer game between Brazil and Ecuador. This was the first time I went to Maracanã to watch a match, actually this was the first time I watched a match in a stadium. &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EmMIEXWegus/RqKGr_8R1zI/AAAAAAAAAFM/czcOw5A3gNk/s1600-h/Maraca2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089778619338839858" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EmMIEXWegus/RqKGr_8R1zI/AAAAAAAAAFM/czcOw5A3gNk/s200/Maraca2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The day was beautiful, very hot and sunny and we were very excited to watch the game. We were in 7 and everybody thought that this game was going to be an easy one for Brazil. We couldn't be more wrong... This team played badly and we lost the game by 2x4 to Ecuador. My brother started calling me pé-frio (cold foot), that's how we call a person that does something for the first time and brings bad luck, in this case, because it was my first time in Marcanã to watch a game.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We didn't even wait the end of the game, we left right after Ecuador scored the 4th goal. But the experience of being in the largest soccer stadium in the world made the day!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5611285441614950679-4817124618375673314?l=renatastories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renatastories.blogspot.com/feeds/4817124618375673314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5611285441614950679&amp;postID=4817124618375673314&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5611285441614950679/posts/default/4817124618375673314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5611285441614950679/posts/default/4817124618375673314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renatastories.blogspot.com/2007/07/p-frio.html' title='Pé frio!!'/><author><name>Renata Torres</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04392357674647817043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EmMIEXWegus/RqKGjP8R1yI/AAAAAAAAAFE/25YON11M4TM/s72-c/Maraca3.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5611285441614950679.post-6193183901429466861</id><published>2007-07-20T23:53:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-07-20T23:54:35.665-03:00</updated><title type='text'>It's on the way!!!</title><content type='html'>My Harry Potter book was posted today!!! Hopefully it will arrive here on Monday! I can't wait to start reading it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5611285441614950679-6193183901429466861?l=renatastories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renatastories.blogspot.com/feeds/6193183901429466861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5611285441614950679&amp;postID=6193183901429466861&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5611285441614950679/posts/default/6193183901429466861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5611285441614950679/posts/default/6193183901429466861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renatastories.blogspot.com/2007/07/its-on-way.html' title='It&apos;s on the way!!!'/><author><name>Renata Torres</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04392357674647817043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5611285441614950679.post-2095922108060145284</id><published>2007-07-19T00:15:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-07-19T00:23:38.308-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Hummingbirds at home!</title><content type='html'>This is really a miracle. A hummingbird did a nest at my father's house. I had never seen a hummingbird completely still, and now we have the opportunity to see it taking care of its eggs. It's so cute. Here you are some pictures of mom hummingbird and her kids!! (They were born last weekend)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EmMIEXWegus/Rp7YUxCNJTI/AAAAAAAAAE0/lGPZBV6992U/s1600-h/mae.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088742480246809906" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EmMIEXWegus/Rp7YUxCNJTI/AAAAAAAAAE0/lGPZBV6992U/s200/mae.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EmMIEXWegus/Rp7YeBCNJUI/AAAAAAAAAE8/SemVCfuSIIc/s1600-h/filhotes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088742639160599874" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EmMIEXWegus/Rp7YeBCNJUI/AAAAAAAAAE8/SemVCfuSIIc/s200/filhotes.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5611285441614950679-2095922108060145284?l=renatastories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renatastories.blogspot.com/feeds/2095922108060145284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5611285441614950679&amp;postID=2095922108060145284&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5611285441614950679/posts/default/2095922108060145284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5611285441614950679/posts/default/2095922108060145284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renatastories.blogspot.com/2007/07/hummingbirds-at-home.html' title='Hummingbirds at home!'/><author><name>Renata Torres</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04392357674647817043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EmMIEXWegus/Rp7YUxCNJTI/AAAAAAAAAE0/lGPZBV6992U/s72-c/mae.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5611285441614950679.post-6165050898742628380</id><published>2007-07-15T11:25:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2007-07-15T12:19:29.670-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Let the games begin</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EmMIEXWegus/Rpo2yxCNJQI/AAAAAAAAAEc/S0fnOjjM6hs/s1600-h/abertura.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087438974852343042" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EmMIEXWegus/Rpo2yxCNJQI/AAAAAAAAAEc/S0fnOjjM6hs/s200/abertura.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The Pan American games began last Friday, with a beautiful opening ceremony at Maracanã. The picture shows a little bit of the colors and lights that were used to celebrate this event that is touching all the cariocas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But for me and Marcos, the games began yesterday. In the morning we went to Copacabana beach. We wanted to walk and enjoy the sunny day, and also, I needed to get another T-shirt at the Pan store. The day was really beautiful, the beach was crowded, very far from a winter day. Check it out in the next picture.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EmMIEXWegus/Rpo3GhCNJRI/AAAAAAAAAEk/TgqH7Z0glas/s1600-h/copa.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087439314154759442" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EmMIEXWegus/Rpo3GhCNJRI/AAAAAAAAAEk/TgqH7Z0glas/s200/copa.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was the perfect way to get prepared to our first participation in the games. At night we went to Marcanazinho, where volleyball is taking place. As I mentioned here before, the stadium is renewed, but being there and having the opportunitty to see that everything is really well organized, was a different experience.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here in Brazil, especially in Rio, we are used to lack of organization, lack of security and people that are unprepared to deal with huge events like this. I was surprised with the organization of the games. For the first time, I had the proof that is just a matter of will, I mean, there were no "flanelinhas" around Marcanã (people that ask for money to take care of your car while it's parked at the street - non-official activity that gives the feeling that if you don't pay maybe your car could be scratched or even stolen when you come back), no parking on forbidden spots, tons of policemen. Why can't be like this forever?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, going back to the games. We had problems to find our seats, this was the only negative point of the night. We paid for the most expensive seats, hoping that they would be located near the court. But for our surprise, they were located at the top of the arena. We had a good view from there, but I wanted to be close to the teams. At least we will be at the lower part of the arena to watch the masculine volleyball game next week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EmMIEXWegus/Rpo30hCNJSI/AAAAAAAAAEs/3zzhdniP5q8/s1600-h/voleifem.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087440104428741922" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EmMIEXWegus/Rpo30hCNJSI/AAAAAAAAAEs/3zzhdniP5q8/s200/voleifem.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The first game was between Cuba and Puerto Rico. Of course everybody was cheering for Puerto Rico, once the cubans are the most famous oponents to the brazilian girls. Was a nice game, and obviously Cuba won.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After the game we had to wait for almost one hour and half for Brazil and Peru. But it was ok. We could feel the excitement in the stadium. It was a great game. And an easy one too. Brasil won by 3x0. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5611285441614950679-6165050898742628380?l=renatastories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renatastories.blogspot.com/feeds/6165050898742628380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5611285441614950679&amp;postID=6165050898742628380&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5611285441614950679/posts/default/6165050898742628380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5611285441614950679/posts/default/6165050898742628380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renatastories.blogspot.com/2007/07/let-games-begin.html' title='Let the games begin'/><author><name>Renata Torres</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04392357674647817043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EmMIEXWegus/Rpo2yxCNJQI/AAAAAAAAAEc/S0fnOjjM6hs/s72-c/abertura.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5611285441614950679.post-7611438736021999532</id><published>2007-07-10T18:53:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-07-10T18:54:47.632-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Countdown to Harry Potter</title><content type='html'>Tomorrow we will watch the opening of Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix. I can't wait!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5611285441614950679-7611438736021999532?l=renatastories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renatastories.blogspot.com/feeds/7611438736021999532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5611285441614950679&amp;postID=7611438736021999532&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5611285441614950679/posts/default/7611438736021999532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5611285441614950679/posts/default/7611438736021999532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renatastories.blogspot.com/2007/07/countdown-to-harry-potter.html' title='Countdown to Harry Potter'/><author><name>Renata Torres</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04392357674647817043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5611285441614950679.post-1532454808625277066</id><published>2007-07-08T15:31:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-07-09T12:25:51.061-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Pan games and the Christ</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EmMIEXWegus/RpE0KijudcI/AAAAAAAAAEU/TyGANjvql_o/s1600-h/ping_caue.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084902809957987778" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EmMIEXWegus/RpE0KijudcI/AAAAAAAAAEU/TyGANjvql_o/s200/ping_caue.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are all excited for the Pan American games. Our tickets arrived this week and next saturday our marathon will start. The first game we will watch will be Brazil x Peru, feminine volleyball. The Maracanazinho stadium is all renewed and is now is at the same level of the most modern stadiums in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, after we arrived from my dad's house, we went to Copacabana to visit the Pan official store, which was built at the beach. We bought so many things!!! T-shirts, caps, postcards, a huge brazilian flag that we'll take to the games, and miniatures of Cauê, the symbol of the Pan American games in Rio. You can see Ping with Cauê in the picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole city is dedicated to the Pan, and the atmosphere could not be more exciting! Especially now that we won the contest for the new 7 wonders of the world, and our Christ is one of them! The result was communicated yesterday during the Live Earth at Copacabana beach...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately there was the episode with the press manager from the US delegation. His comments about Rio were absurd, writing "Welcome to the Congo", comparing Rio to Africa... Nothing against Africa, but this only demonstrated his prejudice and lack of consideration with the people of Rio and the Pan games organizers who are putting so much effort to make everything right and pleasant to our guests. Anyway, he was sent back to the US by the US delegation and they wrote a really nice public apology to the brazilian people. The problem now is: the US athletes, who have nothing to do with his declaration, will suffer the consequences...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5611285441614950679-1532454808625277066?l=renatastories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renatastories.blogspot.com/feeds/1532454808625277066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5611285441614950679&amp;postID=1532454808625277066&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5611285441614950679/posts/default/1532454808625277066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5611285441614950679/posts/default/1532454808625277066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renatastories.blogspot.com/2007/07/pan-games-and-crist.html' title='Pan games and the Christ'/><author><name>Renata Torres</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04392357674647817043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EmMIEXWegus/RpE0KijudcI/AAAAAAAAAEU/TyGANjvql_o/s72-c/ping_caue.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5611285441614950679.post-7142394965972123314</id><published>2007-07-02T23:09:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-07-02T23:12:01.845-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome Ana Luisa!!</title><content type='html'>Today Ana Luisa was born! She is the daughter of our cousins Alexandre and Claudia.&lt;br /&gt;She is so cute and small and we are very happy to have her in our family!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5611285441614950679-7142394965972123314?l=renatastories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renatastories.blogspot.com/feeds/7142394965972123314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5611285441614950679&amp;postID=7142394965972123314&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5611285441614950679/posts/default/7142394965972123314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5611285441614950679/posts/default/7142394965972123314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renatastories.blogspot.com/2007/07/welcome-ana-luisa.html' title='Welcome Ana Luisa!!'/><author><name>Renata Torres</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04392357674647817043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5611285441614950679.post-8009210706238642158</id><published>2007-06-29T18:17:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-06-29T18:27:29.839-03:00</updated><title type='text'>There is nothing going on</title><content type='html'>It's been a week since I wrote my last post. This means that either I don't have anything interesting to say or I'm working a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would say both things are true. Since I started this new project I've been very busy and arriving home late at night, due to the traffic between Barra and Botafogo. Also, my weekends have been boring, nothing interesting to do, once Marcos has been very busy studying for his MBA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend will not be different but at least we have two parties on Saturday, I hope to dance a lot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, and next week we'll go to Marisa Monte's concert, for free! We were invited by Citroen, as VIP customers, hahaha. They don't know that we sold our car and don't intend to by a new one for a long time now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just to make this post worthy I would like to register my support to the lady that was beaten by the 5 guys last weekend. I hope that justice is made and these animals stay in jail for a long time. Unfortunatly we know that in our country those who have money are above the law. But I hope that this time they will get what they deserve!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5611285441614950679-8009210706238642158?l=renatastories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renatastories.blogspot.com/feeds/8009210706238642158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5611285441614950679&amp;postID=8009210706238642158&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5611285441614950679/posts/default/8009210706238642158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5611285441614950679/posts/default/8009210706238642158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renatastories.blogspot.com/2007/06/there-is-nothing-going-on.html' title='There is nothing going on'/><author><name>Renata Torres</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04392357674647817043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5611285441614950679.post-4683177986924479915</id><published>2007-06-22T23:15:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-06-22T23:27:51.919-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday night and no movie</title><content type='html'>Today we decided to go to the movies with a group of friends and Marcos was responsible for buying the tickets on the Internet. The movie was Ocean's thirteen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After work, we met with everybody at a restaurant before the movie, the session we would watch was at 9:30PM. We were not in a hurry because now at almost every cinema in Rio we can buy the ticket with the seat defined. After dinner we went to the cinema and what was not my surprise to find our seats already occupied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked the people that were sat at our seats if they were sure about their seats and they answered "YES!". Ok, I was going to ask the management about this problem, thinking that the website application was not working properly when suddenly I remembered that some months ago Marcos had bought some movie tickets on the Internet for the wrong session. Bingo! He bought the tickets for the midnight session!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were so frustrated... No George, or Brad or Matt tonight... We ended up exchanging our tickets for invitations for another session, and maybe we will watch the movie on Sunday...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5611285441614950679-4683177986924479915?l=renatastories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renatastories.blogspot.com/feeds/4683177986924479915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5611285441614950679&amp;postID=4683177986924479915&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5611285441614950679/posts/default/4683177986924479915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5611285441614950679/posts/default/4683177986924479915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renatastories.blogspot.com/2007/06/friday-night-and-no-movie.html' title='Friday night and no movie'/><author><name>Renata Torres</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04392357674647817043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5611285441614950679.post-617308980833602162</id><published>2007-06-20T18:55:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-06-20T19:08:54.227-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Now we have to win</title><content type='html'>Right now it's all about the Pan American games! The city is a mess, constructions all over the place, because as good brazilians, especially cariocas, everything is left for the last time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope everything is ready in time!!! Anyway, we've bought lots of tickets to watch several games, from volleyball to soccer, beach volley and athletism (I don't know if this is right). I'm very happy because we got tickets for the soccer finals!! They started selling it yesterday night on the Pan American games website and we got it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only problem is that now the Brazilian team has to be in the finals, otherwise it will be really bad... At least we got tickets for Brazil x Equador. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have news: I'm not projectless anymore. Tomorrow I'll start a new project. The good news is that it's in Rio. But, it is in TIM. It's karma, there is no other explanation... But I'm ok with it, I have to be. Deep breaths and everything will be fine... The italians follow me everywhere, or I follow them, I'm not sure...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5611285441614950679-617308980833602162?l=renatastories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renatastories.blogspot.com/feeds/617308980833602162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5611285441614950679&amp;postID=617308980833602162&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5611285441614950679/posts/default/617308980833602162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5611285441614950679/posts/default/617308980833602162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renatastories.blogspot.com/2007/06/now-we-have-to-win.html' title='Now we have to win'/><author><name>Renata Torres</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04392357674647817043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5611285441614950679.post-5844812583988183415</id><published>2007-06-17T19:02:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-06-17T19:33:57.046-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Ready or not, here I come...</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was a strange day... We woke up and decided to go to the beach. Marcos left earlier because he went running and we were going to meet at the beach. When me and Flavinha arrived there, it was so windy that it was impossible to stay. We were being covered by sand even before stepping on the beach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we decided to come back to our place and stay at the pool, but when we got there there was no sun at the pool anymore, so we just gave up. But the day was so beautiful and warm... We just went home, had lasagna for lunch and watched a good movie: Little Children, with Kate Winslet and Jeniffer Connelly. It was a bit depressing but I think that it tells about things that really happens in life, so it was a good choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was excited for the night because we were going to Lauryn Hill's concert. I'm not a huge fan of hers, but I liked Fugees and loved her first solo album. The concert was scheduled to start at 21h with some unknown band that opened for her and Lauryn's concert would start at 21:30h. Considering that it would be delayed we left home at 21:30 and when we got to the place it was crowded and the line to get in was huge. It was so unorganized that we stayed at the line for about 15 min without going forward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I noticed that it was because people were cutting the line at it's beginning and nobody did anything... I was so pissed, this is so wrong but it was the organizers fault. So we started to be worried about the time and decided to go to the beginning of the line and do the same. It was a shame, I was embarrassed, but unfortunately in that situation there was no other way...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first show started at 22:30 and it was 00:30 when Lauryn got at the stage. The audience was not happy at all and we were very tired of standing for almost 3h now. But anyway, the concert was really good, I danced a lot and she sang many old songs from Fugees and after she sang Killing me softly we decided to leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is really annoying not to be able to go to a small concert like this with a minimum of organization. I wonder how it will be in a few days when the city will be full of people because of the Pan American games. I'll prepare myself for the chaos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5611285441614950679-5844812583988183415?l=renatastories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renatastories.blogspot.com/feeds/5844812583988183415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5611285441614950679&amp;postID=5844812583988183415&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5611285441614950679/posts/default/5844812583988183415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5611285441614950679/posts/default/5844812583988183415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renatastories.blogspot.com/2007/06/ready-or-not-here-i-come.html' title='Ready or not, here I come...'/><author><name>Renata Torres</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04392357674647817043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5611285441614950679.post-8227961477118337918</id><published>2007-06-14T17:42:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-06-14T18:01:24.043-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Keeping Australia close</title><content type='html'>For those of you who read this blog (me and two more people maybe - thanks Maria and Kim), I have included a new section on the right showing what I'm reading at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm reading a book about Australia (thanks Kim again!). I started reading it quite a while ago, while I was in Melbourne and it seems that I don't want to finish it. In some sense it's like it keeps me close to there. So, I'm almost at the end but I keep reading just a few pages each day, and this is weird. Usually I'm a fast reader and like to start thinking about the next book to read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also it's kind of sad, because as I move forwad in the book and the author talks about places I didn't go, I get the feeling that it will take a while before I will have another chance to actually be there. Anyways...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I already have a list of books to read after this one, some of them I got from friends and others we bought. Here are some examples:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- The Bookseller of Kabul (Asne Seirstad)&lt;br /&gt;- When Nietzsche wept (Irvin D. Yalom)&lt;br /&gt;- O homem que conhecia as mulheres (Marcelo Rubens Paiva)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only problem is that I already bought the 7th Harry Potter book, which will be released in July 21st, so I better read these books until then, otherwise they will keep waiting on the shelf...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5611285441614950679-8227961477118337918?l=renatastories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renatastories.blogspot.com/feeds/8227961477118337918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5611285441614950679&amp;postID=8227961477118337918&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5611285441614950679/posts/default/8227961477118337918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5611285441614950679/posts/default/8227961477118337918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renatastories.blogspot.com/2007/06/keeping-australia-close.html' title='Keeping Australia close'/><author><name>Renata Torres</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04392357674647817043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5611285441614950679.post-4509111454900682323</id><published>2007-06-12T14:35:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-06-12T14:48:23.924-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Valentine's day?</title><content type='html'>Today is June 12th and here in Brazil we celebrate Valentine's day. I think that the real one is celebrated in February, right (a little help from my friends from the north hemisphere is appreciated!)?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, last year we tried to go out for dinner and it was terrible: all good restaurants were booked, we went from one to another and there was no place, until we finally ended in a really bad restaurant. So this year I decided to cook dinner for Marcos at home. Actually for Marcos and Flavinha, because we will adopt her tonight - that's what friends are for :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the reason for this post is because this afternoon, while I was going to the supermarket, I was listening to the radio and they were explaining how this date started being celebrated in Brazil. And there is no romantic reason behind it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems that by the end of the 40's, a store asked for a marketing campaign in June, in order to improve the sales during the worst month of the year, by that time. The campaign theme was related to what in Brazil we call Namorados (boyfriend/girlfriend) and was a huge success. Since then, June 12th is Valentine's day in Brazil. Isn't it awful???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So tonight we will celebrate it having dinner at home with our good friend Flavinha and maybe watching a good movie, while thousands of other people will wait on huge lines to go to a restaurant and satisfy this commercial date.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5611285441614950679-4509111454900682323?l=renatastories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renatastories.blogspot.com/feeds/4509111454900682323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5611285441614950679&amp;postID=4509111454900682323&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5611285441614950679/posts/default/4509111454900682323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5611285441614950679/posts/default/4509111454900682323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renatastories.blogspot.com/2007/06/valentines-day.html' title='Valentine&apos;s day?'/><author><name>Renata Torres</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04392357674647817043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5611285441614950679.post-2407207305231552308</id><published>2007-06-07T20:37:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-06-07T22:19:03.322-03:00</updated><title type='text'>It's all about fashion</title><content type='html'>This week in Rio is all about Fashion Rio, the main fashion event that happens here. I'm not very into the fashion world but I like to follow the news and watch the especialized TV shows. And I definetly love to buy clothes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gisele Bundchen is in town, because she is the main model for Colcci, and their fashion show was yesterday. So today's newspaper had some articles about the party for Gisele. They had an area for the vips and I laughed so much this morning when I read that there was this guy trying to get into the vip area and the promoter was saying "No way! Never heard this name before!". The guy was the editor of Vanity Fair. Hilarious...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this year the Fashion Rio has a different meaning for us because Marcos's sister Julia is working for a brand that will do a fashion show tomorrow. She'll be there, being part of it and we are all very proud of her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5611285441614950679-2407207305231552308?l=renatastories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renatastories.blogspot.com/feeds/2407207305231552308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5611285441614950679&amp;postID=2407207305231552308&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5611285441614950679/posts/default/2407207305231552308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5611285441614950679/posts/default/2407207305231552308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renatastories.blogspot.com/2007/06/its-all-about-fashion.html' title='It&apos;s all about fashion'/><author><name>Renata Torres</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04392357674647817043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5611285441614950679.post-7743368156196745241</id><published>2007-06-04T23:38:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-06-05T00:17:22.507-03:00</updated><title type='text'>The vacation is over</title><content type='html'>So, my holiday is over. Today I was assigned to an strategic planning activity for an area I have never worked at. But that's ok, this is part of the challenge. I'll will be working on it only for a few days. From June 14th on, it seems that I'll be working for a huge cosmetics company in São Paulo. I don't have many details, but I like their products, they have a similar business plan as The Body Shop and I think it'll be really good to work with a different industry from Telecom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sad part is that it's not in Rio. I really hoped that I could be home for a while but because I had to come back earlier, I did not have time to find a project here and right now I just can't say: "sorry but I want to stay in Rio...". So, São Paulo here I go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is not thaaaat bad. Ok, SP is bad, no beach, lots of pollution, crazy traffic jams, etc... But at least it is only 40 min flight from Rio and I have some friends there! And, I hope it will not be for a long time. Let's see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still missing my Melbourne life so much... It is not that I didn't want to come back home, honestly I'm really happy to be home: I will not mention that I missed my husband because it is obvious, but now I can meet and talk to Flavinha whenever I want, I can hold my Ping all the time, I can sleep in my bed and have Brazilian food!!! So it's perfect. But I can't deny I miss my Melbournian life... And I started feeling really sad about it this weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the sadness came the guilt. But thanks to my dear sister-in-law Maria now I know that this is perfectly normal. After spending a long time away from home and kind of having "another" life, it is normal to miss it. She said she felt the same after she came back from her one year experience in Belgium. And at that time there was no Internet that could make possible for her to keep in touch with her family in Brazil or her friends in Belgium, whe she came back. She's a psychologist so I guess she knows what she's saying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now I don't feel that guilty anymore, but still a little bit sad... Hope it will get better with time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5611285441614950679-7743368156196745241?l=renatastories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renatastories.blogspot.com/feeds/7743368156196745241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5611285441614950679&amp;postID=7743368156196745241&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5611285441614950679/posts/default/7743368156196745241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5611285441614950679/posts/default/7743368156196745241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renatastories.blogspot.com/2007/06/vacation-is-over.html' title='The vacation is over'/><author><name>Renata Torres</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04392357674647817043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5611285441614950679.post-7064282098400216972</id><published>2007-05-31T12:36:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-05-31T16:55:10.856-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to life, back to reality</title><content type='html'>So this is more or less how I'm feeling now - back to reality! These past 5 months were awsome! I was in a wonderful city, I met new good friends, went to incredible places, and worked too :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now, it is time to go back to my life in Rio, at my home. And this feels really good! I know that my family and friends are missing me and I miss them too, a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this point some of you must be thinking: why is she blogging in English? I started blogging when I went to Australia and wanted to let my family and friends know what was going on with me there. Now that I'm back in Rio, my old blog doesn't make sense anymore, so I decided to create a new one. But I want that my new friends, the ones I met in Melbourne, can read it and know what is happening to me here. That's why I decided to post in English. Ah, and in this way, I will be practicing the language as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That said, let's go back to my arrival in Rio. After almost 30h, I got home. Really tired because I could not sleep at all during the flight from Auckland to Santiago. I could not believe, but there were two crying babies at Business Class. And they were just beside my seat. I could not stop thinking about Kim, she would want to make them stop so badly! So, I got home at 2AM, very tired but could not sleep. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was very excited too because Marcos made me a surprise! I was telling him some days ago that we should by a new TV and, as usual, he was like: "No way, we don't need a new TV!". Well, guess what? When I got home this morning there was this HUGE LCD TV in our living room with a red lace, just waiting for me! I was so excited!!! Can't wait to watch my movies, and concerts, and TV series! This is Marcos, always surprising me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I think it is good to be back in reality...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5611285441614950679-7064282098400216972?l=renatastories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renatastories.blogspot.com/feeds/7064282098400216972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5611285441614950679&amp;postID=7064282098400216972&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5611285441614950679/posts/default/7064282098400216972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5611285441614950679/posts/default/7064282098400216972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renatastories.blogspot.com/2007/05/back-to-life-back-to-reality.html' title='Back to life, back to reality'/><author><name>Renata Torres</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04392357674647817043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry></feed>
