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Behind the scenes footage of filming Ride with Norman Reedus S2  LaCantera Biker Bar

The actors of “The Walking Dead”, Norman Reedus (Daryl Dixon) and Jeffrey Dean Morgan (Negan) visited us last #lacanterabikerbar They recorded scenes of reality “Ride with Norman Reedus” which will show the most emblematic places by bikers. They had the opportunity to see the beginnings of La Cantera and taste of the dishes typical of the area, onions. #thewalkingdead

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Hilarie, Jeffrey & Norman + Gus singing happy Birthday at La Cantera Biker Bar in Spain [x]

vimeo

visiones del mar
por víctor m. alonso
(Playa de las Canteras, Las Palmas de Gran Canaria. December 12th, 2016)

for my friend @shinjiaratani, who loves the sea as much as I do

la libertad
víctor m. alonso

gaviotas en el aire de la bahía.
Playa de las Canteras, Las Palmas de Gran Canaria, un día de diciembre de 2016
seagulls in the air of the bay.
Las Canteras Beach, Las Palmas de Gran Canaria, one day of December, 2016

El Vocabulario de la Solería

Hey I’m back with another addition of Brian’s Crappily Themed Vocab Lists™ and this time it’s on flooring lol enjoy 😏

EN - ES
The flooring - la solería
The floor - el suelo
The wood - la madera
The hardwood - la madera dura
The bamboo - el bambú
The linoleum - el linóleo
The cork - el corcho
The bark - la corteza
The tile - el azulejo
The carpet - la alfombra
The stone - la piedra
The vinyl - el vinilo
The rug - el tapete
The mat - el tapete/la alfombrilla
The texture - la textura
The porcelain - la porcelana
The quarry - la cantera
The terracotta - la terracota
The speckle - la manchita
The plank - la table
The grain (as in wood) - la veta
The pattern - el adorno
The plywood - el contrachapado

Y si viera un error, ¡dígame por favor!

anonymous asked:

I'm a history/royalty nerd so my fav part of Rm is all of the history of the club The 11 champions leagues the 32 ligas the class the elegance like when you see rm play it looks like royalty playing (our kit color is literally called royal white ffs) And I love the fact that we've literally been around forever, other teams come and go but we will always be around. Like we're literally hated by everyone and for some reason I enjoy that bc you don't reach that level unless uve been around forever

YES FUCK thank you for bringing this up cause this might actually be my absolute favorite thing as well - the class, the elegance, the royalty. The values of our club is, for me, really what sets it apart. And these are institutionalized values, that are taught all the way from the cantera to the main squad, that are taken on by our PR and our Marketing and Advertisement and everything. Like it truly IS a big part of Real Madrid to hold yourself to a certain standard. Yes, our players aren’t perfect and they fuck up sometimes too and do/say rude things but if you really think about it, compared to other teams, we BARELY ever go out of our way to create petty drama and unecessary discourse, unless we’re provoked and even then sometimes we ignore because THAT’s what class is about. That’s what sets us apart imo. Our morals. 

And also yes, I had never really thought about that second part. There are a lot of older clubs than us that have been around for longer but Real is the absolute only club that won 100 years ago and wins NOW. We have never stopped being the greatest.

SEND ME WHAT YOUR FAVORITE THING ABOUT REAL MADRID IS, LET’S START A WAVE OF MADRIDISMO

strikerbacks  asked:

merc meet me in the sin bin talk to me about the Hot Mess that is gigi/álvaro/iker

*screams into hands*

HOT MESS HOT MESS!!! SIREN EMOJI

Alvarito honestly thinks he’s losing it as a byproduct of stress and general terrible self-worth because WHY would Gigi Buffon, captain and god of football, be flirting with him. No, no, he must be confusing italian friendliness with flirting. There is no other explanation.

firm hc: Alvaro is helplessly into older dudes like #cantstopwontstop

So Iker has always been a problem. Iker has ALWAYS looked out for him and he should be more grateful but less grateful because he has to take a lot of cold showers and that must be rude on some level.

The problem with Iker is that he is Madrid the way Alvaro can never be. He’s a child of Madrid and Iker is synonymous with La Real. Iker is the happily ever after story in the cantera, and Alvaro is a pauper masquerading as a prince.

So he leaves the royalty behind, he leaves Madrid and Iker(’s team), holds his breath on the plane and doesn’t feel the air in his lungs again until he’s face to face with black and white Juventus. At least here, there is somewhere to hide if he messes up. Alvaro finds something better (is there anything better than Madrid? haunts the back of his mind) in Zaza and Fernando, in jokes and Gigi always there to be the steel spine of the team, constantly supporting them all.

Alvaro doesn’t realize when he becomes the bridge between the two goalies. He thinks it starts with a disappointing international break, he told a story about Iker being Iker, and Gigi had paid attention but that was no different from any other day. Suddenly he’s a go between, but he doesn’t mind.

He tries to put his finger on why he doesn’t mind.

He spends too much time trying to find a reason why he should mind, tangles himself in an awkward fog of doubt until he gives up and gives Gigi Iker’s number because that way he could be less involved and less confused.

It does not work. In fact, it makes it worse. It’s a weird dance between three people and Alvaro is slowly losing his mind but that translates into a surprisingly great season.

The decision to leave is tempered by long nights talking to Gigi, unsure if he wants his captain to tell him to stay or if it would be harder to choose if he heard it. It is exhausting to think so he doesn’t in the haze of good wine and good food (because Gigi know hows to host even in mid-crisis) There is A Moment. A moment when Alvaro’s head is practically on Gigi’s shoulder and he can smell the salt of his skin and the faint aroma of cooking herbs.

Gigi’s voice asking him what he really wants snaps him out of it.

He leaves and tries not to regret.

Iker isn’t there when he comes back to Madrid. It is strange like the sensation of missing a step, a phantom chance at solid ground. The team is the same but he is not. The subtle edges of Juventus have given him another shape. He can prove his conviction right, they just needed to give him the time.

THE EUROCUP

Alvaro finds himself in Iker’s company or maybe it’s the opposite. Everyone knows the pecking order and Iker is no longer in golden graces. There is no less affection for the goalkeeper but they could see it in the lines of his shoulders and face that all was not well. Nobody wanted to ask about the elephant in the room. Alvaro had no love for that elephant at all but had enough for the man to focus on something else.

Iker doesn’t tell him when Gigi visits.

The penny drops on the wrong side. Alvaro tries to find forgiveness from Gigi and gets so exasperated by his apologies that he asks Iker to translate because he was obviously not being clear enough for Alvaro. Iker looks a thousand times lighter with them together and Alvaro wants to keep it that way so he stops doubting himself and finally goes for what he wants.

// this got way too serious. Most of my knowledge of Alvaro is by osmosis so I apologize if I got anything blatantly wrong.