tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-40021672024-03-13T00:01:08.159-03:00ALEXAL TAKES MANHATTANFrom Teofilo Otoni to New York, I talk about shopping, food, traveling and all the superficial things of life.Alexalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07111020508836364231noreply@blogger.comBlogger2674125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4002167.post-15071762940298332642011-08-10T22:39:00.005-03:002011-08-10T23:22:36.082-03:00The Yoga Project in New York City - Sonic Yoga, Hell's KitchenSince I arrived, I've been trying to find out which yoga studio is right for me. New York is a real mecca for the practice, with its big free classes in Bryant Park, The Yoga to People movement and the fancy gyms. But, to me, the best practices are hard to find. Like sex, you have to be involved, sweat enough -just enough- and finish it feeling better than when it started. As I search for my yoga studio, I invite you to come with me. I'm very far from being an expert and only have been practicing in the last 14 months. Still can't do a headstand by myself or anything that requires that I lift my legs in the air on the side of my body, like that:<br />
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The first studio I visited in this experience was found during a search on Yelp for the best option in Hell's Kitchen, where I live and work. Sonic Yoga occupies 2 floors on a dirty walk up building on 9th avenue, followed by grocery stores and people drinking margheritas at the multiple mexican restaurants nearby. Came in the last minute, paid the USD18 drop-in + USD1 for renting a mat. The teacher was Lori, a blonde, tall e fit lady. I have to confess that in my first time, I never trust a teacher. She/he has to win me over in two very important points:<br />
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<b>The class has a flow:</b> how many practices have you attended where the movements don't seem to make any sense or you start to estimulate one part of your body followed by another and things don't link. As a dinner or a date, a class has to flow :) <br />
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<b>The class has the right amount of difficulty:</b> nothing bores me more than an easy class. <br />
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Lori wasn't energetic or positive, but she knew what she was doing. I finished the class feeling stretched and sleepy, which is always a good sensation after a tough day at work. <br />
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<b>Sonic Yoga Entrance</b><br />
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<b>People hanging out after class</b><br />
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<b>The studio at night</b><br />
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Where to go:<br />
<b>Sonic Yoga</b><br />
754 9th Avenue # 2<br />
New York, NY 10019-8419<br />
(212) 397-6344<br />
<b>Rating: Good </b><br />
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Alexalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07111020508836364231noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4002167.post-71071363973931201822011-08-10T22:28:00.000-03:002011-08-10T22:28:29.889-03:00Update on my life - for the few of you interested on it!I have been pretty bad on maintaining this blog. Life has been hard in the big Apple. I was trying to catch up on work, which is extremely fun and difficult, while training for a half Ironman. I did the race but the result was a disaster. You need your mind more than your body and it was painful to realize it while I ran between the wineries of Napa Valley without being able to see its beauty. Lesson learned. I am fucking back to business!Alexalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07111020508836364231noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4002167.post-24799740477272155882011-06-14T16:18:00.001-03:002011-06-14T16:20:55.208-03:0010 Things I love about my new job at R/GA in New York<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjup1HbfDJpxbanX-6rUA2H4GxdBfiL11WMqZWjipy6IpprvGdmb1uOAG9LnIs0PKUTFed__d8FgKBrU56F5W9QdUA6UiFFFLS6ObNre_BEC5vPHHj8rC6qkrDuYj24dVDdabp3hA/s1600/MOB_LRG.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear:left; float:left;margin-right:1em; margin-bottom:1em"><img border="0" height="320" width="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjup1HbfDJpxbanX-6rUA2H4GxdBfiL11WMqZWjipy6IpprvGdmb1uOAG9LnIs0PKUTFed__d8FgKBrU56F5W9QdUA6UiFFFLS6ObNre_BEC5vPHHj8rC6qkrDuYj24dVDdabp3hA/s320/MOB_LRG.jpg" /></a></div>1. Nobody arrives before 9AM, as it should be to normal human beings. <br />
2. Engaging in social media activity is encouraged at R/GA. It's great to see a company that is not afraid of its employees creativity!<br />
3. Coffee is not free, but the USD 1 charged for your latte is 100% donated to charities. <br />
4. Everyone is s-m-a-r-t!<br />
5. The HR guy was fun and unpolitically correct, a very gooooood sign. <br />
6. I will have to buy a new wardrobe to look cool as the designers or fancy as the planners. <br />
7. There's a huge purple Yahoo! chair on the HR floor, reminding me I'm back to the real internet world. <br />
8. People send emails with the subject line: You like x-box? We want you.<br />
9. Everyday there's an interesting class or speech at the R/GA University. Not your thing? Try yoga in the office on tuesdays. <br />
10. We're in the middle of Hell's Kitchen and its tons of restaurants. Also, Corporate Communications lets you know when there's a good food truck around the corner. That's definitely my type of people! <br />
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The postings on this site are my own thoughts and opinions and do not necessarily represent the positions, strategies or opinions of <br />
R/GA or its clients.Alexalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07111020508836364231noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4002167.post-67427870050089812122011-06-10T10:02:00.000-03:002011-06-10T10:02:11.015-03:00Moving to New York is such a bad ideaHow many articles were already written about moving to New York, what to do, what not to do and most importantly, how to adapt to your new nasty minuscule apartment. I am depressed. First, I have to find a place with no broker fees. Than, I have to decide if I either have a sofa or a dining table. What kind of life is that? And this all paying 30% more of my current apartment, which is gorgeous and I can fit a dinner table and a sofa -as it should be. <br />
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$3155 / 2br - HUGE 2 BR IN A NICE CLEAN BLDG, NEW KITCH& 1 BATH/ROOF&TERRACE - (Murray Hill) pic apts by ownerAlexalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07111020508836364231noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4002167.post-69631010975414531442011-05-26T14:34:00.000-03:002011-05-26T14:34:44.094-03:00My personal Juice fast - Day 2Wanna know what is it like NOT to have your cup of coffee on day 2? Headache, bad mood, kind of nausatead. The plan today was to run 30 minutes easy, followed by mango with protein and have the same potato/carrot/beet soup from the other day for lunch. Survived the morning. Between running errands and having my eyebrows done, got a Naked Green juice (they all taste the same) and headed to White Rock Lake where I did a 20 mile bike ride. Once home, spinach and eggs was my solid option. My legs needed it!<br />
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Cheating: had one coconut macaroon and 2 prunes!Alexalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07111020508836364231noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4002167.post-22537239967729743512011-05-26T14:24:00.001-03:002011-05-26T14:30:26.234-03:00My personal Juice fast - Day 1Diets comes and goes. The one in vogue nowadays is the juice fast, because is supposedly the best thing to cleans your body and mind from all the shit we eat. After 3 weeks in Europe eating salami, cheese and wine -and mainly not fitting on any european decent size clothes- I decided that it was time for a reconnection between the beautiful me and the size 4 I have to be. <br />
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<b>My main problems with a juice fast:</b><br />
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- I'm training for a <a href="http://www.vineman.com/">70.3 Ironman</a> and trying to exercise 2/3 hours a day with only juice wasn't gonna happen. <br />
- I hate the idea of only having something sweet over and over again<br />
- I don't own a juicer!<br />
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- I would still throw in some gels, shakes for recovery and an occasional solid food if I felt weak. <br />
- Instead of 4 meals being a juice, one of them would be a creamy soup. Without any cream, of course.<br />
- I could only do anything that used a blender, one of my favorite tools in the kitchen. <br />
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As I imagined, day 1 was FUCKING hard, even being considered a moderately healthy person. When you go from a diet of eggs-rice-chicken-wine-salad-cheese-occasional-chocolates to ONLY vegetables and fruits, your body will complain. Had a banana-strawberry for breakfast, just after my track run and ran to YMCA pool. For lunch: carrot/potato soup for lunch and snacked on a mango/cucumber juice followed by a 7PM yoga. Is this day over yet?!Alexalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07111020508836364231noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4002167.post-27509948256849966752011-05-23T19:08:00.001-03:002011-05-23T19:10:53.048-03:00Juice diet to begin: because I ate EVERYTHING in EuropeAnytime I eat too much, which is very frequent, I try to do something drastic. I know. Not ideal. In order to start a juice diet you should be detoxifying your body from all the other shit you have been eating, so that the contrast is not that much. But, what's the fun with that? So today I had pasta with bresaola and 1 liter of olive oil for lunch. But dinner, baby.. will most likely contain kale with cucumber juice. Stay tuned!<br />
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Killed by Twitter.</span> <a href="http://www.twitter.com/alexal">Follow me there</a>:<br /><div id="twitter_div"><br /><h2 style="display:none;" class="sidebar-title">Twitter Updates</h2><br /><ul id="twitter_update_list"></ul><br /><a id="twitter-link" style="display:block;text-align:right;" href="http://twitter.com/alexal">follow me on Twitter</a><br /></div><br /><script src="http://twitter.com/javascripts/blogger.js" type="text/javascript"></script><br /><script src="http://twitter.com/statuses/user_timeline/alexal.json?callback=twitterCallback2&count=5" type="text/javascript"></script>Alexalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07111020508836364231noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4002167.post-52541809976618759782009-12-16T12:48:00.001-02:002009-12-16T12:48:10.837-02:00Widget<script type="text/javascript" src="http://widgets.clearspring.com/o/4b26e873de665d1f/4b28f32a699bce03/4b26e8af74817ec6/7762c3eb/widget.js"></script>Alexalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07111020508836364231noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4002167.post-66761849083290255032009-09-30T02:16:00.002-03:002009-09-30T02:46:20.576-03:00<span style="font-weight:bold;">Again in Singapore...</span><br /><br />Se eu tiver que pedir a Deus uma única coisa na próxima vida eu direi: quero ser homem (e alto). Ok, já são duas coisas. Mas a vida é muito mais divertida se você é homem, branco, alto e rico (duh). Cheguei aqui no sábado pela manhã, fiz o óbvio percurso: sobrancelha, unhas e cabelos. Cada um num lugar. Por que o mundo não aprende que é muito melhor fazer tudo simultaneamente? A noite, GP de F1 no boxe VIP da firma! Todos homens, brancos salvo algumas exceções. Nenhuma mulher. Parece que nós nunca somos CEO ou importantes o bastante nas agências de publicidade. Sad. <br /><br />Domingo foi dia de longo brunch com a querida Xian Dan, uma chinesa que morava em Londres, casada com um suiço. Nós duas fazemos sempre a mesma coisa: falamos, tiramos fotos e comemos por mais de três horas ininterruptamente. Uma amizade perfeita. Desta vez, fomos ao famosinho Garibaldi, considerado um dos melhores restaurantes italianos em Singapore. O chef/dono é lindo de morrer mas eu diria que a comida é bem mais ou menos. E dá-lhe mais F1, a noite final feliz para Hamilton. Eu, bored, era o centro das atenções dos nossos clientes... também, a única mulher no boxe. Quem tem olho em terra de cego é rei. <br /><br />Segunda e terça foi hora de colocar o trabalho em dia e a noite, jantar com os amiguinhos de Global Sales. Do Indochine ao Brix, um nightclub dentro do Hyatt Hotel cheio de orientais gostosas a busca de clientes ou homens brancos, altos e ricos. Se eu tiver que pedir a Deus uma única coisa na próxima vida eu direi: quero ser homem, alto, branco e trabalhar para Global Sales. <br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">Vá lá:</span><br /><a href="http://www.garibaldi.com.sg/">Garibaldi Restaurant</a><br />Peça brasato com purê de batatas<br /><br /><a href="http://www.indochine.com.sg/">Indochine Empress <br /></a>Um dos restaurantes mais buscados por turistas, tem uma vista plástica para a baía. <br /><br /><a href="http://singapore.grand.hyatt.com/hyatt/hotels/entertainment/lounges/index.jsp">Brix - Hyatt Singapore<br /></a>Famoso pelas prostitutas de alto nível, tem uma das melhores noites de Singapore. As bandas ao vivo são as melhores da cidade.Alexalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07111020508836364231noreply@blogger.com50tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4002167.post-41604878959779850542009-09-14T16:02:00.001-03:002009-09-14T16:02:38.736-03:00Fotos de Muestra tu Herencia Hispana - Yahoo! En Español<a href=http://shar.es/1bXFi>Fotos de Muestra tu Herencia Hispana - Yahoo! En Español</a><br /><br />Posted using <a href="http://sharethis.com">ShareThis</a>Alexalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07111020508836364231noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4002167.post-90258358047934703262009-08-29T20:47:00.005-03:002009-08-29T21:07:09.352-03:00<span style="font-weight:bold;">IMPOSSIVEL NAO AMAR SAO PAULO</span><br /><br />O <a href="http://viajeaqui.abril.com.br/blog/boa-vida.shtml">Boa Vida</a> da Alexandra Forbes é tão útil sempre que vou a São Paulo que resolvi voltar a escrever no meu blog novamente. Pois cá estou em terras paulistas e passei a tarde onde a cidade ferve sem crise: Oscar Freire. Entre peruas e suas Louis Vuitton comprei biquini a 50% de desconto na Rosa Chá e scarpins de cetim na Arezzo.<br /><br />O nosso almoço foi no <a href="http://www.akdelicatessen.com.br/">AK Delicatessen</a>, novo restaurante judaico num sobrado de dois andares em Higienopólis. Um dos melhores almoços dos últimos tempos: pães com coalhada seca, pastrame caseiro e atum selado com molho de limão seguidos de creme brulê de mel com figos! Excelente indicação da minha cozinheira atrevida Lourdes Hernandez. <br /><br />AK Delicatessen<br />Rua Mato Grosso 450<br />01239-040 São Paulo<br />+551132314497<br />www.akdelicatessen.com.br<br />akdelicatessen@akdelicatessen.com.br<br /><br />Amanhã tem mais!Alexalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07111020508836364231noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4002167.post-25360481799377516062009-08-19T12:24:00.001-03:002009-08-19T12:24:29.330-03:00<span style="font-weight:bold;">Madonna sabe viver a vida...</span><br /><br /><img src="http://l.yimg.com/k/im_siggjM83AKs3tMf38afewELfWw---y626-x495-q75-n1/omg/us/img/7a/7d/1868705176_10633055646.jpg">Alexalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07111020508836364231noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4002167.post-91697373445904365712009-07-28T15:52:00.001-03:002009-07-28T15:52:44.244-03:00A weekend in Delhi e seus caros hotéis<style type="text/css">.flickr-photo { border: solid 2px #000000; }.flickr-yourcomment { }.flickr-frame { text-align: left; padding: 3px; }.flickr-caption { font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0px; }</style><div class="flickr-frame"> <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jless/3257683974/" title="photo sharing"><img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3489/3257683974_0d3dae88da.jpg" class="flickr-photo" alt="" /></a><br /> <span class="flickr-caption"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jless/3257683974/">Park Hotel Party</a>, originally uploaded by <a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/jless/">jiless</a>.</span></div> <p class="flickr-yourcomment"> Primeiro, que fique bem claro que isso foi um fim-de-semana para mim, não para meus amigos que vivem em Delhi. Diferentemente de mim, todos trabalham no sábado e domingo e tiram folga na segunda-feira. Na sexta comprei um tênis (esqueci o meu em Miami), jantei no hotel e tentei dormir. Quando você acha que já se acostumou com o horário o jetlag escolhe um dia para te dar um tombo. Lia <a href="http://www.amazon.com/India-Mutinies-V-S-Naipaul/dp/0140156801">India - A million Mutinies Now</a> e não pude dormir até quatro da manhã. Desci até o <a href="http://www.asklaila.com/listing/Delhi-NCR/Connaught+Place/Agni/si2a6lUj/">Agni</a>, no <a href="http://www.theparkhotels.com/">Park Hotel</a> (foto acima) tomei uma taça de <a href="http://www.sulawines.com/">Sula</a> e fui abordada por um indiano através de sua amiga. Ele é tímido, ela explica. O fulano era "banqueiro". Sim, aqui alguém com uma tenda na rua emprestando dinheiro é banqueiro. Whatever, melhor eu ir dormir. <br /><br />******************************<br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">SABADO</span><br />Coloquei meus novos tênis e parti para enfrentar a esteira do hotel, seguidos por cabelo e unha. Ai que delícia estar de novo num país de terceiro mundo onde eu posso pagar por um cabelereiro semanal! De lá, almoço em Connaught Place num restaurantezinho bonito e comida ok que nem merece ter seu nome publicado neste blog. Ops. Merece. Merece porque lá comi o MELHOR LEITE CONDENSADO DA MINHA VIDA: <a href="http://www.newdelhitravelguide365.com/restaurants/veda.html">Veda</a>. E o que se faz num sábado a tarde em qualquer lugar do mundo? Compras né baby? Com a diferença de que eu não gastei nadica em dois pares de pulseiras e uma sapatilha para minha irmã. <br /><br />Indianos com dinheiro vivem bem. Igual ou melhor que em qualquer país do mundo. Meus amigos aqui vão em restaurantes chiques e caros dance clubs. No sábado jantamos no Threesixty, um panasiático dentro do <a href="http://www.oberoihotels.com/">Oberoy Hotel</a>. Comi um excelente sushi, tomei sake e seguimos para F-Bar, onde os jovens pagam USD 30 (isso é MUITO dinheiro aqui) de consumação mínima. Ao sairmos de lá, quatro da manhã, o espaço continuava lotadíssimo. Ninguém dorme na India. <br /><br />*******************************<br />SUNDAY<br /><br />Hmmm, I guess I didn't not exercised on Sunday depois de tantas saídas no sábado. Café-da-manhã no <a href="http://www.tajhotels.com/">Taj Majal Hotel</a>. Todo mundo me olhava. Não é comum mulheres sozinhas num hotel. Caro e wannabe posh. De lá para encontrar meu amigo Ravish que comercializa diamantes brutos. Ele compra em Mumbai e vende para joalheiros em Delhi. Vive com os pais numa casa comunitária de mais de 20 pessoas e leva uma vida dupla: playboy a noite, comerciante jain/vegetariano de dia. Isso é comum. A vida dupla muitas vezes é a única forma de sobrevivência numa sociedade ainda tão cheia de tabus. Jantar: restaurante chines/japones/tai dentro do <a href="http://www.shangri-la.com/en/property/newdelhi/shangrila">Shangri-la Hotel</a>.</p>Alexalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07111020508836364231noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4002167.post-6228274796361953162009-07-24T04:24:00.001-03:002009-07-24T04:24:42.176-03:00Quando eu saí da India no mês passado, guardei só lembranças boas de minha estadia. Nada de pensar em como o calor de Delhi pode ser peçonhento ou de como a água é tão insalubre que você tem nojo até de escovar os dentes. Outros detalhes que eu havia esquecido: <br /><br />1. NINGUEM espera você sair do elevador para depois ele entrar. Vocês devem ir ao mesmo tempo!<br />2. A buzina é usada para alerter ao motorista da frente que você quer passar. E, se vc não fizer isso, ele está no direito dele de ficar zanzando de uma pista para a outra sem usar sinal. <br />3. Cinto de segurança.. hahahaha<br />4. A comida da cafeteria do Yahoo! é incomível<br />5. As reuniões começam sempre atrasadas e duram horas mais que o previsto<br />6. Qualquer 5, 8KM leva, no mínimo, 40 minutos para chegar.<br />7. Os homens não esperam que você saiba falar, seja inteligente ou esteja na companhia para servir café a eles. Sim, eu sou inteligente hohohohoho<br />8. Wake up calls não te acordam!<br />9. A rua é dos carros, das vacas, dos motoristas de taxi, dos ambulantes.. mas nunca dos pedestres. <br />10. Sim, algumas pessoas fedem. <br /><br /><br />Tik?Alexalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07111020508836364231noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4002167.post-78235021265475877202009-06-25T15:40:00.001-03:002009-06-25T15:40:55.416-03:00Top 5 Widget<script type="text/javascript" src="http://widgets.clearspring.com/o/498bea7c4d3052a2/4a43c4b0d4cf36a8/498c64252c226b27/f5f21d3c/widget.js"></script>Alexalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07111020508836364231noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4002167.post-84384229799215452602009-06-23T16:40:00.002-03:002009-06-23T16:41:07.195-03:00<span style="font-weight:bold;">O Yahoo! Brasil está buscando talentos para as seguintes posições em São Paulo:<br /></span><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">Visual designer</span>, mais ou menos 5 anos de experiência. Foco: projetos especiais, microsites etc. <br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">Editor-gera</span>l, com experiência em portal<br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">Product Manage</span>r, + - 5 anos de experiência, techie, savvy; experiência com apps<br /><br />Se souberem de alguém... Peçam para me procurar: alexal@yahoo-inc.com e eu encaminho para o contratante.Alexalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07111020508836364231noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4002167.post-6736497626555787972009-06-19T17:57:00.001-03:002009-06-19T17:57:13.142-03:00India in 10 pictures - Taj Majal Hotel - Mumbai<style type="text/css">.flickr-photo { border: solid 2px #000000; }.flickr-yourcomment { }.flickr-frame { text-align: left; padding: 3px; }.flickr-caption { font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0px; }</style><div class="flickr-frame"> <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/alexal/3640997697/" title="photo sharing"><img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3648/3640997697_0093f62e6f.jpg" class="flickr-photo" alt="" /></a><br /> <span class="flickr-caption"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/alexal/3640997697/">Taj Majal Hotel - Mumbai</a>, originally uploaded by <a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/alexal/">alexal</a>.</span></div> <p class="flickr-yourcomment"> Milhares de pessoas vêm aqui todos os dias ver o hotel famoso após o ataque terrorista de 2008 que matou mais de 400 pessoas. Mumbai é simplesmente a cidade mais interessante de toda a viagem. Espero voltar!</p>Alexalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07111020508836364231noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4002167.post-43571798816308531862009-06-19T17:55:00.001-03:002009-06-19T17:55:19.500-03:00India in 10 pictures - Muslims, hindus, jains, dalits.. todos "convivem"<style type="text/css">.flickr-photo { border: solid 2px #000000; }.flickr-yourcomment { }.flickr-frame { text-align: left; padding: 3px; }.flickr-caption { font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0px; }</style><div class="flickr-frame"> <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/alexal/3640997373/" title="photo sharing"><img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3301/3640997373_07eb1b43ec.jpg" class="flickr-photo" alt="" /></a><br /> <span class="flickr-caption"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/alexal/3640997373/">muslims and modernity</a>, originally uploaded by <a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/alexal/">alexal</a>.</span></div> <p class="flickr-yourcomment"> </p>Alexalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07111020508836364231noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4002167.post-47219683727891665042009-06-19T17:53:00.001-03:002009-06-19T17:53:35.103-03:00India in 10 pictures - isso é pasta e escova de dentes<style type="text/css">.flickr-photo { border: solid 2px #000000; }.flickr-yourcomment { }.flickr-frame { text-align: left; padding: 3px; }.flickr-caption { font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0px; }</style><div class="flickr-frame"> <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/alexal/3641807242/" title="photo sharing"><img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2474/3641807242_3b563aef73.jpg" class="flickr-photo" alt="" /></a><br /> <span class="flickr-caption"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/alexal/3641807242/">you know what is that? mouth refresher!</a>, originally uploaded by <a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/alexal/">alexal</a>.</span></div> <p class="flickr-yourcomment"> Sim.. a porta dos restaurantes vendores ambulantes te vendem uns produtos naturais preparados para refrescar a boca!</p>Alexalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07111020508836364231noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4002167.post-61486039658221777852009-06-19T17:52:00.001-03:002009-06-19T17:52:19.424-03:00India in 10 pictures - A Monalisa da India<style type="text/css">.flickr-photo { border: solid 2px #000000; }.flickr-yourcomment { }.flickr-frame { text-align: left; padding: 3px; }.flickr-caption { font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0px; }</style><div class="flickr-frame"> <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/alexal/3640996549/" title="photo sharing"><img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3660/3640996549_9ae1d9b808.jpg" class="flickr-photo" alt="" /></a><br /> <span class="flickr-caption"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/alexal/3640996549/">Look at that! I'm at the Taj Majal!</a>, originally uploaded by <a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/alexal/">alexal</a>.</span></div> <p class="flickr-yourcomment"> Ir a India sem ir ao Taj Majal é mais ou menos assim como ir a Italia sem ver o Vaticano.. tem que ir. E valeu cada minuto das cinco horas que passei dentro do carro.</p>Alexalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07111020508836364231noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4002167.post-721897938610551482009-06-19T17:50:00.001-03:002009-06-19T17:50:51.712-03:00India in 10 pictures - Olha que rua ajeitadinha<style type="text/css">.flickr-photo { border: solid 2px #000000; }.flickr-yourcomment { }.flickr-frame { text-align: left; padding: 3px; }.flickr-caption { font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0px; }</style><div class="flickr-frame"> <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/alexal/3640996057/" title="photo sharing"><img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3309/3640996057_1eeb49dd81.jpg" class="flickr-photo" alt="" /></a><br /> <span class="flickr-caption"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/alexal/3640996057/">Delhi - Main Bazzar</a>, originally uploaded by <a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/alexal/">alexal</a>.</span></div> <p class="flickr-yourcomment"> Do cinco estrelas a um hostel em Main Bazzar em Delhi. Vacas, motos, mochileiros e vagabundos. You name it.</p>Alexalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07111020508836364231noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4002167.post-2731372821562898522009-06-19T17:49:00.001-03:002009-06-19T17:49:34.638-03:00India in 10 pictures - A mulher sempre espera<style type="text/css">.flickr-photo { border: solid 2px #000000; }.flickr-yourcomment { }.flickr-frame { text-align: left; padding: 3px; }.flickr-caption { font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0px; }</style><div class="flickr-frame"> <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/alexal/3640995747/" title="photo sharing"><img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3341/3640995747_a0cf2767d7.jpg" class="flickr-photo" alt="" /></a><br /> <span class="flickr-caption"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/alexal/3640995747/">Engagement party - Jain family</a>, originally uploaded by <a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/alexal/">alexal</a>.</span></div> <p class="flickr-yourcomment"> Para nascer<br />Para crescer<br />Para casar<br />Neste caso, a noiva espera umas cinco horas antes de poder descer e receber a aliança de seu noivo. Depois, mais quatro meses até o casamento e ela poder dar o primeiro beijo de sua vida!</p>Alexalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07111020508836364231noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4002167.post-3461496228539675642009-06-19T17:47:00.001-03:002009-06-19T17:47:41.070-03:00India in 10 pictures - Engagement Party<style type="text/css">.flickr-photo { border: solid 2px #000000; }.flickr-yourcomment { }.flickr-frame { text-align: left; padding: 3px; }.flickr-caption { font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0px; }</style><div class="flickr-frame"> <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/alexal/3641805486/" title="photo sharing"><img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3385/3641805486_8935ba48af.jpg" class="flickr-photo" alt="" /></a><br /> <span class="flickr-caption"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/alexal/3641805486/">Engagement party - Jain family</a>, originally uploaded by <a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/alexal/">alexal</a>.</span></div> <p class="flickr-yourcomment"> Eu sou ou não sou uma indiana muito decente?</p>Alexalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07111020508836364231noreply@blogger.com11