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    <title>Viajando</title>
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      <title>Photos: Argentina</title>
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      <category>Travel</category>
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      <author>joo</author>
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      <pubDate>Tue, 30 Jan 2018 10:36:00 GMT</pubDate>
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      <title>The Process of my blog</title>
      <description>&lt;p&gt;Hello everybody,&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;i don't know how many times I created a blog; everytime I wrote something and ended up not sharing it. I like to write and express myself, but then I get tired and my story is not done, and I don't publish it, and also I don't come back to it. So maybe this time I'll just put it out, allow it to communicate, maybe let it have no responses; but with having no response, there is a response hahahah&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Talking with friend, I realized, wow time is becoming more precious for me at that time of my life. With the beginning of my first work experience there's been a change. We are not driving to university together with friends anymore, thinking about the big amout of time we have, heading to three gl&amp;uuml;hwein party in a week. Oh yes, I feel nostalgic.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;So with that being said, I want to look back and tell you guys a little about my last vacation in Argentina, Chile and Per&amp;uacute;, because looking back is also appreciating for me. As most of you know me, travelling is special to me, it makes me feel shiny and special. I see everything as something new and fascinating, I can explore, .... and I can come back, with fresh eyes, feeling more love for my old life, that is new again. So in that sense with a little exaggeration travelling can be considered like being reborn. It's playing baloons with a argentean girl at the airport in Bolivia. Her mother has only a few teeth left, but helps my to connect to wifi; wifi - we all know we cannot survive without it. The girl looks at my with a ton curiosity, who is that white girl? How is she playing, how is she talking, what is there to know about her? So we are playing, and I am happy and proud because when am I ever doing that? When? - if not at 5 am at the airport in Bolivia, while my dad with who I was supposed to travel sits at the airport in spain because in argentina people like to strike.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Now I am thinking, what else I want to tell? How can I make it special? Or I just let it be, because Im just a everyday normal girl (Using that quote of the song: Everyday normal guy.) Let me know what youuuuuuuuu think :) On the right check out the first photos!&lt;/p&gt;
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      <category>Germany</category>
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      <pubDate>Tue, 30 Jan 2018 09:51:00 GMT</pubDate>
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