Happy Feet Happy Mind: Quando o Pai Natal perde as botas e os crepes são ENORMES...

3.1.15

Quando o Pai Natal perde as botas e os crepes são ENORMES...

Fomos ontem à Vila Natal em Óbidos...

Do que gostei mais de tudo foi do crepe ENORME de doce de leite a meias
e da Fada de óculos... um charme ela!

Aquela cena do ringue de patinagem no gelo:
as pessoas são enganadas porque querem...

"It seemed an advantage to be traveling alone. Our responses to the world are crucially moulded by the company we keep, for we temper our curiosity to fit in with the expectations of others...Being closely observed by a companion can also inhibit our observation of others; then, too, we may become caught up in adjusting ourselves to the companion's questions and remarks, or feel the need to make ourselves seem more normal than is good for our curiosity."

"We are inundated with advice on where to travel to, but we hear little of why and how we should go, even though the art of travel seems naturally to sustain a number of questions neither so simple nor so trivial, and whose study might in modest ways contribute to an understanding of what the Greek philosophers beautifully termed eudaimonia, or ‘human flourishing’.”

Alain de Botton, The Art of Travel

Happy Feet Happy Mind

3.1.15

Quando o Pai Natal perde as botas e os crepes são ENORMES...

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