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Dawn in Cuetzalan.
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pasparal · 1 year
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Santuario de Nuestra Señora de Guadalupe Cuetzalán del Progreso, Puebla, Mexico Taken on March 14, 2018 Photographer: Lola Sade Source: Flickr
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turimexico · 2 years
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Cuetzalan en Puebla. #cuetzalan #Puebla #pueblamexico #México #mexicomaravilloso #mexicomagico #mexico🇲🇽 #Turismo #TuriMexico 📸: @manumanuti (en Cuetzalán Del Progreso, Puebla, Mexico) https://www.instagram.com/p/CiasRuDOYH8/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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seeer1 · 1 year
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tzopektik · 3 months
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Hola! Bienvenido a mi Blog. El día de hoy les presento la nueva propuesta de pasteles para consentir y compartir con la familia, amigos y seres queridos.
Nuestra pasión por la repostería nos ha inspirado a hornear el mejor pan, crear pasteles únicos, servir el mejor café pero sobre todo a reinventarnos e innovar todos los días.
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puebleando-ando · 7 months
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DONDE EL QUETZAL INICIA SU CANTO
¿Están listos para conocer un nuevo Pueblo Mágico? En esta ocasión viajaremos a Cuetzalan, lugar que habita entre bosques con niebla, cuevas, grutas y helechos gigantes; allá donde los pájaros inician su canto cuando el sol renace entre las montañas.🌄🐦
De calles empedradas, blancos edificios y grandes escaleras que por las mañanas se cubren de niebla como si la revistiera una espesa alfombra blanca. Mientras los rayos del sol despiertan entre sus veredas.☁️🏠☀️
Si eres amante de la aventura podrás explorar el sistema de cuevas más grande de América Latina. No puedes perderte la Gruta Chichicazapan, la Cueva del Chivostoc y la Gruta Aventura; es la más cercana al pueblo y la más accesible. También hay caídas de agua como El Salto o Las Golondrinas dónde es posible practicar rappel o simplemente nadar en alguna de sus pozas.🏞️🧗
A siete kilómetros al norte de Cuetzalan resalta Yahuanchan, el centro ceremonial que alguna vez perteneció a la gran Totonacapan, región presidida por el Tajín. diversos edificios fueron levantados como el juego de pelota y el centro ceremonial.🗿🪘🏺
Para conocer un poco más sobre la cultura de este maravilloso pueblo, está a disposición el Museo Etnográfico Clamahuistic en dónde se exponen piezas arqueológicas de Yohualichan, trajes típicos, antiguas fotos del pueblo, una colección de fósiles y algunos artefactos de la cultura totonaca.🥻☠️
En un rinconcito de esta región se encuentra un universo vegetal; el Jardín Botánico Xoxoctic es hogar de orquídeas, helechos, plantas medicinales y un mariposario. Puedes tomar un recorrido guiado, hay talleres y diversas actividades para disfrutar.🍃🌺🪴
Y si solo buscas relajarte, dar un paseo por la plaza principal es un plan excelente. También puedes visitar el Santuario de Nuestra Señora de Guadalupe, La Parroquia de San Francisco o darte una vuelta por el Corredor Artesanal. 🚶⛪
La gastronomía de esta zona de la sierra combina elementos indígenas y españoles. En este Pueblo Mágico puedes degustar la cecina ahumada con hongos, los tlacoyos rellenos de masa de alverjón, el pipián ranchero, los tamales de frijol o las chuletas de piña y miel.🥩🍲
El café de Cuetzalan es quizá el mayor distintivo, otra bebida que no te puedes perder es el Xoco atol, que es atole de maíz fermentado.☕
No lo pienses más, alista tu maleta y ven a vivir todas las experiencias que este lugar tiene preparado para ti. Nos vemos la próxima semana, ahora en tierra guerrerense... Esto es Puebleando Ando.🧳🚗📸
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luisbxrbx · 11 months
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izuminekooms · 1 year
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Una escapadita 🏞❤ #travel #friends #mexico #pueblomagico #cuetzalan #camping (en Cuetzalan Ecoturismo Rural) https://www.instagram.com/p/Cpv7giADm20/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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tox-i-ca · 2 years
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Puede que cuando por fin vengas a buscarme, yo esté con ella. 🖤 #Tumba #Arquitecture #Gotic #Cuetzalan #Mexico #Puebla #PuebloMagico #VisitMexico (en Cuetzalán Del Progreso, Puebla, Mexico) https://www.instagram.com/p/ChTo_pmOrir/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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THE REMAINERS ( Ghost x Fem! Reader)
Hello everybody! This is my first story on Tumblr; I hope you like it. First of all, I want to say that I have never played COD before, everything here is fictitious, and English is not my native language; I write them by translating. So if I make mistakes, please forgive me. I hope you like the story.
Warning: Guns, harassment, kidnapping, military, psychological violence, lots of drama and tears Warning 2: I named my main character "Serafina" and characterized her as a writer. But it doesn't have to suit you; you can put yourself in its place and adapt it to yourself. I just did it to keep the flow and integrity of the story.
This section is just a brief introduction. I will slowly upload full episodes. Good reading !
You met him five years ago. in Mexico; You met in a remote bar in Cuetzalan. He was standing in the very corner of a group of 6 men. Black jeans, a black sweatshirt and a black skull print ski mask. It was definitely scary. But you couldn't take your eyes off him, you watched him all night. You came with a large group of friends, you were accepted to a university in Spain for a doctorate, and now you were going to take a little vacation and return to the university. Your friends were always talking about something, joking, but you don't remember any of them because your eyes were busy watching this man, who was almost two meters tall, in a remote corner. You wanted to go near him, but frankly, you didn't have the heart to approach such a man. As the night progressed, you continued to drink and your head started to fog up and you couldn't control your thoughts. “How bad can it be?” you said to yourself and stood up. You asked the waiter for a napkin and a pen, the waiter looked at you strangely but gave you what you wanted.
I would love to meet you! ¡Me estás tentando, tipo duro! I don't want to just watch you from afar ;) XOXO - Serafinaaa :)))))
You didn't want to go to their table and handed the napkin to the waiter and told him to give it to the man with a glass of whiskey and this napkin. You scrutinized your every move
The waiter held out the napkin and the glass, He took the napkin,
read it,
and threw it on the table oh, it shouldn't be like this
You made your way to the sink with your shoulders down, you should have washed your face. The toilets were downstairs, you went down, washed your hands and splashed some cold water on your face. You saw him at the top of the stairs as you came out of the bathroom with a wry smile. Tall and skull-stamped balaclava man. Lieutenant Simon Riley. Nicknamed "Ghost".
You and Simon have been together ever since. It was a gift from God to you. You kept your relationship completely confidential for your safety. "I have to protect you," he said. And he promised to always protect you. So what has changed now? Why did he leave you in the hands of a Russian Mafia? Where was the Simon you fell in love with?
Location: A small British Army bunker on the Russian border
Date: September 15
You were in the kitchen in the guest section of the bunker, facing your husband—your child's father—looking into your eyes. You could feel his anger even through his mask. The kitchenette was pretty crowded, the Lieutenant and his crew, you and your little four-month-old girl who was getting more and more grumpy in her arms, a few soldiers in the bunker, and the bunker doctor and psychologist who had been around for the last few days. God bless them if you are up now it was thanks to them. You looked into his eyes and stepped back so he wouldn't come near you. But now you had nowhere to go, you were leaning against the wall. You looked at your little girl first—Lilibeth Riley—my god she was already four months old, but what do you remember about your past four months?
You were kidnapped, it was a few days after giving birth, you were back home and you were waiting for your husband. You last spoke to her two months before the birth. You said, "You have to come home now, Simon, I can't do this without you, I can't hold her in my arms alone" and she promised you, "I will be with you". But he didn't come, you were angry with him, yes, but it was his job and all he could think of was if something had happened to him. What if he was injured or worse, died? No, he wasn't dead, he was in front of you right now, but you were dead.
You had run to the door when Vladmir's men knocked on the door of your house, you thought you had finally arrived, Simon. No one knew about this house but you and Simon. Even Price didn't know. but Vladmir had learned. By turning the handle of the door, you found yourself in the arms of four months of captivity. You still didn't understand how you came to Russia from a house on the British border. How many hours were you unconscious? Your little girl? What had they given him? You still didn't know the answer to these, and you stopped thinking. Vladmir said very simply on the phone, "I want the passwords, lieutenant. I want the codes for the launch missiles within 48 hours, or I'll shoot your daughter in the head and fuck your wife to death."
It was that simple and clear.
You were afraid of what to do, you couldn't even speak. With tears flowing from your eyes, all you could do was whisper to your baby, just a few days old, to shut up. You thought 48 hours, hold on for 48 hours and Simon will save you. He would save you, get you and your daughter out of this mess. 48 hours later a phone rang, your heart raced and your heart started beating in your mouth, you hugged your little girl and said daddy came. Vladmir had picked up the phone immediately, Yes Lieutenant? I hope you realize that the time is up, let's share your choice with me. You were waiting for him to give the passwords or the soldiers would come in, but no, there was no one, a strange male voice was heard on the phone, "Vladmir", you didn't recognize this voice, it didn't belong to anyone from the team.
"We don't share passwords"
What?
"We can't risk the death of millions for one hostage, they're yours, this deal is over"
What?
Simon?
You didn't understand what was happening at that moment. Were you having a heart attack? Probably.
The blood flowing in your body had stopped, and your brain was not working. A voice echoed in your head that he left you here, leaving you and your daughter in Vladmir's hands. You waited; you didn't know how many minutes passed. It would come, it should come. Maybe this phone was a trap; soldiers could come in anytime. but no one came, or the phone rang. Even Vladmir looked at you with pitying eyes when you lifted your head. You sucked your little girl in. It was here. On one side, you have 29 years of life; on the other hand, a week of life with your little girl, and now it was all over.You were waiting for the gunshot. First, your daughter, then you. How did you do this to me, Simon? Why did you leave me? Where are you Simon? You waited, you waited, you waited. You couldn't help but open your eyes Vladmir and his men were looking at you. He grabbed your arm and called out to the man behind you, "close them in a room," and looked at you "every choice has a consequence, and they didn't choose you" yes, they didn't choose you and your little girl. and they left you in the hands of a Russian mafia. "You are now my choice and mine". You wanted to shout kill me. kill me so I can get rid of it, but your little girl? what would they do to her? You didn't say anything; you stared at the ground and kept crying. You continued to cry as a man dragged you by the arm.
Where are you Simon?
Why didn't you save me?
You didn't feel sorry for me; what about your daughter?
How do we get out of this hell?
...........................More Coming Soon!.................................
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touriscar · 5 months
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Un pueblo con magia
¡Hey Skyletts! aqui vamos de nuevo, pero ahora con el pueblo magico de Puebla, ¿adivinan cual podria ser? (si al final le atianan haganmelo saber en los comentarios). Sera dificil no mencionar el nombre pero aqui vamos.
Bueno, claro que este viaje fue el segundo del año, el ultimo como estudiante de la licenciatura y el primero de varios dias con una de las mejores maestras que tuve en este periodo universitario. Todo comenzo con unas buenas horas de viaje por carretera, llegando antes al lugar en donde nos hospedamos, pero con una buena bienvenida.
Nos entregaron las habitaciones y claro que aprovechamos para descansar un poquito y que bueno que lo hicimos, porque lo primero en la lista era un recorrido por la cooperativa, ¡puff! estuvo pesado pero sumamente importante, cabe recalcar que en ese momento no tenia nada de condicion fisica, el calor o mejor dicho el clima bochornoso y las subidas con una excelente inclinación no ayudaron en nada. Todo un espacio bien planeado.
No les contare a fondo todo lo que paso, porque sino capas que alargaria este post lo suficiente como para tres. Pero unas de las experiencias más memorables fue el pasar tiempo con una de mis personas favoritas en lugares sumamente increibles.
Estuvimos a lugares magnificos en medio de la naturaleza, los primeros conforman una ruta acuática llamada "Huella de perro o pata de perro", la siguiente fue una ruta de varias cascadas (cada paso que di valio totalmente la pena, en ambas rutas).
Ademas, estuvimos recorriendo el pueblito en todo momento posible, tomamos un cafe delicioso (que por cierto es de la zona), se realizo la visita a una zona arqueologica y tambien nos hablaron sobre el proceso del bambu, la cosecha de la delisiosa miel de abejas meliponas y sobre las plantas que nos mostraron en el vivero.
Despertar, caminar y disfrutar momentos así entre montañas verdes, bosques, cascadas, ríos, grutas, helechos gigantes, un clima agradable (esto depende de la actividad a realizar) y que al caer el sol se vuelve sumamente encantador por la lluvia y la majestuosa neblina que nos abrazó en medio de la noche fue algo irrepetible.
El turismo comunitario junto con las actividades ecoturisticas que vivimos, volvieron a Cuetzalan inolvidable, claro, hay cosas por mejorar pero considero que es un muy buen lugar, planeado mejor que otros.
"Los viajes son como los atardeceres, si esperas demasiado te los pierdes."
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sadallaseger · 1 year
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Café de Cuetzalan, Puebla (adquirido directamente a un campesino cafetalero), saboreándolo en hamaca, y el maestro Dan Fogelberg en el ambiente sonoro... (en Valle del Pedregal) https://www.instagram.com/p/Cp_Dci9u1s2/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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speaknahuatl · 2 years
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Silvestre Pantaleón (2012) Santo Luzbel (1997) Hasta Mostla (2017) Tlali Nantli (2018) Variantes hablados en estos filmes: San Agustín Oapan, Guerrero Ameyaltepec, Guerrero Tula del Río, Guerrero Cuetzalan, Puebla Tlaxcala Ixhuatlán de Madero, Veracruz San Luis Acatlán. Guerrero
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