{"id":2244,"date":"2021-04-27T13:46:49","date_gmt":"2021-04-27T11:46:49","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/pensive-hawking.195-182-205-64.plesk.page\/?page_id=2244"},"modified":"2021-04-27T14:12:01","modified_gmt":"2021-04-27T12:12:01","slug":"concursos-artisticos-y-literarios-la-tortuga","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"https:\/\/pensive-hawking.195-182-205-64.plesk.page\/?page_id=2244","title":{"rendered":"Concursos artisticos y literarios La Tortuga"},"content":{"rendered":"

\u201cEl mundo no es m\u00e1s que un lienzo para nuestra imaginaci\u00f3n\u201d (Henry David Thoreau)<\/span><\/p>\n

<\/a>Durante los momentos dif\u00edciles de marzo, abril y mayo de 2020, mientras casi todo el mundo, \u00a1nosotros incluidos!, tuvimos que confinarnos debido a la epidemia del Covid 19, decidimos estimular la imaginaci\u00f3n de nuestros clientes, clientes pasados y amigos de todo el mundo lanzando el \u201cConcurso Literario de La Tortuga\u201d y el \u201cConcurso de artes libres de La Tortuga\u201d con dos secciones, una para adultos y otra para ni\u00f1os.<\/span><\/p>\n

Todos los participantes recibieron un peque\u00f1o premio.<\/span><\/p>\n

Adem\u00e1s, el jurado formado por nuestro personal y por la gente que pas\u00f3 el periodo de confinamiento en nuestro hostal, seleccion\u00f3 los mejores trabajos que recibieron mejores premios del tipo alojamiento en nuestro hostal o clases de surf con Surf Life Tenerife.<\/span><\/p>\n

En ambos casos, el tema era La Tortuga, entendi\u00e9ndose como el animal o como el hostal en sentido amplio. Aceptamos cualquier relato corto, cuento de hadas, historia, historia sobre mascotas o sobre los valores y el esp\u00edritu de nuestro hostal y nuestra comunidad.<\/span><\/p>\n

Estamos encantados y emocionados de compartir algunos bonitos trabajos que recibimos:<\/span><\/p>\n

    \n
  1. Viola Cerino, 8 a\u00f1os de Italia. 1<\/span><\/span><\/span>er<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/sup><\/span> premio del concurso art\u00edstico, secci\u00f3n de ni\u00f1os.<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/li>\n<\/ol>\n

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    Aqu\u00ed ten\u00e9is la traducci\u00f3n del relato corto ganador del concurso literario. El resto de las obras permanecer\u00e1n en ingl\u00e9s, el idioma en el fueron recibidas.<\/span><\/p>\n

    Literary:<\/p>\n

      \n
    1. \u201dLa historia de la golondrina y la tortuga\u201d<\/b><\/span><\/li>\n<\/ol>\n

      Esta es la historia de la golondrina y la tortuga, Vita y Alfonsita. Dos animales que eran tan amigos como diferentes, unidos por el sitio en el que viv\u00edan; un oasis que intenta ser algo como un hostal llamado La Tortuga, un lugar muy alegre y acogedor que pod\u00eda ser considerado como un hogar por cualquiera que lo visite.<\/span><\/p>\n

      Y t\u00fa, lector, no esperes una historia con final feliz o con mucha emoci\u00f3n.<\/b><\/i><\/span><\/p>\n

      Dale un poco de tu tiempo \u00a1y dime si has comprendido el concepto!<\/b><\/i><\/span><\/p>\n

      No quiero ser un maestro o demasiado entrometido,<\/b><\/i><\/span><\/p>\n

      Pero me interesa<\/b><\/i><\/span><\/p>\n

      Descubrir si t\u00fa y todo el mundo puede estar de acuerdo.<\/b><\/i><\/span><\/p>\n

      Vita, por fin lista para irse, estaba dando su \u00faltimo abrazo a Milka, el geco Sandro, la cucaracha Kalima, el calamar Chipi y todos sus otros compa\u00f1eros en Adeje, dejando para el final en la ronda de saludos a su mejor amiga, Alfonsita.<\/span><\/p>\n

      Cada partida era motivo de discusi\u00f3n entre las dos. De alguna forma Alfonsita, que hab\u00eda visto muchas golondrinas partir (quiz\u00e1s demasiadas) no entend\u00eda la raz\u00f3n por la que insist\u00edan siempre en marcharse. \u201cNunca os entender\u00e9 golondrinas, aqu\u00ed ten\u00e9is todo lo que necesit\u00e1is, y sobre todo una cosa, la eterna primavera. Pero siempre me sal\u00eds con la misma historia de viajar, instinto, exploraci\u00f3n. Vale, nos vemos dentro de unos meses. Tengo algo para ti, espero te traiga suerte\u201d. Y puso alrededor del cuello de su amiga un collar hecho con piedras de lava rodeando una \u00fanica y bella perla en el centro.<\/span><\/p>\n

      La golondrina no pudo ocultar sus l\u00e1grimas, sab\u00eda que el amuleto le recordar\u00eda permanentemente aquel lugar que hab\u00eda tomado posesi\u00f3n de su alma desde el primer momento que puso su patita sobre el c\u00e9sped cerca de la piscina de La Tortuga 1.<\/span><\/p>\n

      Sin mirar atr\u00e1s alz\u00f3 el vuelo y se uni\u00f3 a otras golondrinas que ya surcaban los vientos alisios.<\/span><\/p>\n

      \u201c\u00bfA\u00fan no me he ido y ya quiero volver, soy normal? \u00bfQui\u00e9n me hace hacerlo? \u201c.<\/span><\/p>\n

      As\u00ed que vol\u00f3 por meses observando desde arriba campos infinitos, crecidas de r\u00edos, mares deslumbrantes y bosques subyacentes, pero no se sent\u00eda completa. Su alma y su coraz\u00f3n se hab\u00eda quedado en aquel peque\u00f1o tri\u00e1ngulo negro de tierra rodeado de mar. Esperando poder regresar.<\/span><\/p>\n

      Y pens\u00f3, pens\u00f3 mucho. Mil reflexiones sobre el verdadero sentido de la vida: \u201c\u00bfUna continua b\u00fasqueda de nosequ\u00e9 o seguridad de un lugar que pudiera llamar \u00b4hogar\u00b4?\u201d.<\/span><\/p>\n

      Quiz\u00e1s ambos. Pero estaba contenta. Cada vez que resplandec\u00eda la perla del centro de su collar delante de sus ojos recordaba La Tortuga, su aroma y sus momentos felices. Y entonces se dijo a s\u00ed misma: \u201ccada uno de nosotros tiene su propio camino a seguir para perseguir nuestros propios sue\u00f1os y necesidades. Y as\u00ed debe ser\u201d.<\/span><\/p>\n

      En su paseo cotidiano en el suelo s\u00f3lido, Alfonsita a menudo se acordaba de su amiga: \u00bfQui\u00e9n sabe d\u00f3nde estar\u00e1 ahora \u00e9sta loca?, \u00bfEstar\u00e1 bien?, \u00bfLa ver\u00e9 de nuevo? La echo de menos un poco. Pero cada uno de nosotros tiene su propio camino a seguir para perseguir nuestros propios sue\u00f1os y necesidades. Y as\u00ed debe ser.<\/span><\/p>\n

      Era el \u00faltimo d\u00eda de marzo y en la parte sur del tri\u00e1ngulo de tierra negra rodeado por el mar, ya estaban en la mitad del verano.<\/span><\/p>\n

      Despu\u00e9s de un ba\u00f1o en el acuario, Alfonsita intentaba comprender c\u00f3mo tomar un poco el sol a pesar de la voluminosa armadura. Un segundo despu\u00e9s sinti\u00f3 que la taza de caf\u00e9 que acababa de preparar empezaba a temblar. Un momento de silencio y entonces una r\u00e1faga de viento, polvo y arena le golpe\u00f3 d\u00e1ndole la vuelta. Otro momento de silencio antes de que la peque\u00f1a cabeza vuelva a emerger del caparaz\u00f3n. Entonces, inesperadamente, todo el silencio ces\u00f3 eclipsado por una risa. Subiendo el tono y surgiendo de forma sincera desde el coraz\u00f3n. Su risa se acompa\u00f1\u00f3 de la de Vita. No hac\u00eda falta verla para saber de qui\u00e9n era.<\/span><\/p>\n

      – \u201cVamos tonta, dame la vuelta\u201d. Cuando pudo por fin mirarle a los ojos vislumbr\u00f3 una peque\u00f1a diferencia. Hab\u00eda crecido y era m\u00e1s fuerte. Hab\u00eda cambiado, pero conservaba la misma luz en sus ojos.<\/span><\/p>\n

      – \u201c\u00bfQu\u00e9 me cuentas? Dijo Alfonsita. Su voz temblaba de emoci\u00f3n.<\/span><\/p>\n

      – \u201cPues te cuento que te echaba de menos. He visto preciosos lugares; he experimentado momentos bonitos y menos bonitos y me he encontrado con muchos animales que se han convertido en mis nuevos amigos. Pero ahora estoy feliz de estar en casa\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

      – \u201cLo siento, pero, \u00bfno podr\u00edas quedarte aqu\u00ed si ya lo consideras como un hogar?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

      – \u201cCiertamente podr\u00eda, pero, sin todas esas experiencias, quiz\u00e1s, nunca habr\u00eda entendido lo que he considerado \u2018mi casa\u2019.<\/span><\/p>\n

      Cuando la vida nos golpea hasta casi anularse,<\/b><\/i><\/span><\/p>\n

      Todos salimos con algo querido para salvarnos \u2013 una risa, un paseo,<\/b><\/i><\/span><\/p>\n

      Un equipo de f\u00fatbol o una canci\u00f3n.<\/b><\/i><\/span><\/p>\n

      Para mi, un simple pensamiento me permite escapar-<\/b><\/i><\/span><\/p>\n

      En italiano le llaman \u2018la fuga\u2019-<\/b><\/i><\/span><\/p>\n

      De todos los problemas del mundo,<\/b><\/i><\/span><\/p>\n

      Y se llama Tortuga.<\/b><\/i><\/span><\/p>\n

      Luka Zivkovic de Croacia. 1<\/span><\/span>er\u00a0 <\/span><\/span><\/sup><\/span>premio del Concurso Literario \u201c La Tortuga\u201d<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

      2) Giulia Mignolli de Italia. <\/span><\/span>1<\/span><\/span>er <\/span><\/sup><\/span>premio del concurso artistico, secci\u00f3n adultos<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

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      1 Milkamorphosis<\/p>\n

      Once upon a time in the kingdom of Tenerife there was a marvellous queen, the best leader that had ever ruled the land, known as Milkalefica. She inhabited in a beautiful hostel and was beloved by all the hosts, volunteers and staff. She could sleep in any bed she wished, have Nutella pancakes for breakfast and milk any time of the day. She would also take surfing lessons every afternoon with her cat friends, Batman and Capuccino. Her life was perfect, but only real in Milkalefica\u2019s mind…
      \nThe real queen of the place was Alfonsita, the turtle, who was a gift to the owners of the hostel and was a legend. She even had her own sanctuary with a bunch of turtle statues of different sizes and colours.
      \nMilka couldn\u2019t understand how humans could love turtles so much. She thought they look like dinosaurs and that they were unable to express any feelings. Milka was convinced cats were superior beings: elegant, smart, able to follow humans for food and entertain them with mundane activities like trying to hunt a simple mosquito. While she was having this dark thoughts, she had an idea that could change her life forever: \u201cPerhaps if I am able to eliminate this silly turtle I will finally own this place. It\u2019s not fair the she gets to spend a lot of time with Karencita, in the front desk of the reception where everyone can see her. I am not even allowed to be inside, my only chance is to sneak into the basement and get to the volunteers room\u201d. Milka thought the worst thing was the hostel was named after the turtle. For her \u201cMilkalefica hostel\u201d sounded so much cooler than \u201cLa Tortuga hostel\u201d. She was really pissed off and started planning the operation to get rid of Alfonsita.
      \n\u201cThe night is perfect\u201d Milka thought. Gabi was in charge of the reception and it was time for Alfi\u2019s walk around the garden. Milka convinced Alfi that if she jumped into the pool and showed Ale and Pasqui she could swim properly, they would buy a huge fishbowl for her. Then, she could have a partner and some baby turtles. That was everything Alfonsita ever wanted, so she did it. She jumped into the pool without knowing she would barely make it…
      \nThe next morning Karen arrived to the reception and found out that Alfi was not there. Instead, she was laying in the bottom of the pool, her soft parts turned white and she didn\u2019t seem to be breathing. The vet said she was in a coma, induced by the cold water and the high concentration of chloride, and that she had low chances of survival. Everyone was very sad and worried, except for Milka, who was enjoying the situation laying on the grass of Tortuga 1. The fact that everyone was giving so much love and attention to Alfi was really bothering her, but she couldn\u2019t do anything but wait.
      \nDay by day Alfi started to get better. After a week she was feeling stronger than ever, and she decided to have a chat with Milka.
      \n\u201cMilka I know what you where trying to do with me. Why would you do that?\u201dAlfi asked.
      \n\u201cI don\u2019t know what you\u2019re talking about. I was just trying to make your life fancier\u201d Milka answered.
      \n\u201cMilka, you don\u2019t understand. You don\u2019t need to see me as your competition. People love you for who you are.\u201d
      \n\u201cBut I am better than you. And it pisses me off that humans like you more than me!\u201d shouted Milka.
      \n\u201cMilka, I won\u2019t tell Ale and Pasqui what you intended to do but you have to promise me that you will try to change. Changes are hard and painful, they take time but they are necessary.\u201d
      \n\u201cAre you trying to tell me that I need to loose weight? Because I won\u2019t stop stealing Nutella from the kitchen…\u201d said Milka.
      \n\u201cNo cat! I am talking about an inner change! You have to start being more conscious of your thoughts and actions. We need you in our side…\u201d Alfi was starting to loose her patience.
      \n\u201cOkay turtle, I hear you…\u201d
      \n\u201cThis is a hostel built by kind people. They are generous and willing to help whenever they can. And you know what is most important? They love what they do, and they work together to make this place magical. This is a family and you are part of it, we need to all stick together.\u201d
      \n\u201cIs it true that I am part of the family?\u201d asked Milka.
      \n\u201cYes Milka, you are. Every single human here loves you. Maybe you should start loving yourself a little bit more\u201d Alfi suggested.
      \n\u201cMmmm, I\u2019ve never thought about that before. I still don\u2019t like you Alfi, but I promise I will do my best to be a better cat. And by the way, sorry for trying to murder you!\u201d
      \n\u201cNever mind Milka. You don\u2019t need to thank me for telling you the truth\u201d, Alfi concluded.
      \nAnd that was the start of an amazing friendship.
      \nMilka found her path thought meditation and yoga, and decided she would no longer be Milkalefica but Milkai Lama. She is now the yoga instructor for every monday class in \u201cLa Tortuga hostel.\u201d<\/p>\n

      The end.<\/p>\n

      Estefania Santamaria de Argentina (viviendo en Nueva Zelanda). 2do premio del Concurso Literario \u201cLa Tortuga\u201d.<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

       <\/p>\n

      3) The twins B\u00e1ra and Viky Kom\u00ednkov\u00e1, 10 years old, from the Czech Republic. 2nd prize of \u201c La Tortuga Free Art Contest, kids section\u201d<\/p>\n

      11. Turtles, we rock! or the story of why turtles have a shell<\/p>\n

      Once upon a time,
      \nEarth was known to be a big Planet with a lot of things inside it. Flowers, plants, birds, wolves, fawns and bears, united together, created the World of the Forest. Water, fishes, seaweed, corals, united together, created the World of the Sea and the Oceans. Sand, wind, palms, snakes and other animals, united together, created the World of the Desert. So many other worlds coexisted on Planet Earth. There was also the World of Humans, a mixture of natural and artificial things, where animals of different species lived together with men and loved each other.
      \nWhat you probably don\u2019t know, is that there was also another World, which has not been well described in the books: this was the World of Viruses. Viruses are tiny little things that, for an unknown reason, hate Everything. And when I say Everything, I mean Everything. Especially Humans, probably for their power and dimensions.
      \nViruses are always angry , but we don\u2019t know why. You cannot ask them, because they are so small that it is impossible see or hear them. The viruses had a Queen. One day she was so angry with the World, that she started screaming. The sound was so loud that her crown crushed in a million pieces that turned into little and very angry viruses. They all belong to one family: Coronavirus. They began spreading all over the World.
      \nThe first objective of Coronavirus was to destroy all Human Beings and animals. So, from that moment, a very difficult war started for Humans, because the Virus was hiding everywhere and hurting a lot of soldiers. The only way to fight the Virus was to stay at home, and do not go out.
      \nBut every Human has a story and today I want to tell you the tale of A and P, two old farmers who used to live in a beautiful, light- blue Villa on the Island of the Eternal Spring. This Island was wonderful, and also not so crowded. Every human used to live with a Turtle, which was like a little Lizard, without a Shell (spoiler: this is the story about why Turtles have a shell!)
      \nIf the virus had spread into this Paradise, there would not be more Humans! So, everything was closed, nobody could go out\u2026 The Island looked ghostly.
      \nHowever, A and P had to tend their crops, they couldn\u2019t let them die!
      \nThey were very sad, also because they could not see their friends. One day, their little Turtle Alfonsita had a big idea! \u201cI am little, I can help you with the harvest! I can move and, if I see something suspicious, I can hide under a rock!\u201d.
      \n\u201cThis is a good idea, but, please, my little Alfonsita, stay safe!\u201d said A, moved to tears by her generosity.
      \nSo, little Alfonsita started to work near a rock. She was little, as the Viruses were, and so she could see them. She noticed that they passed by her house very often, and her job was very very slowed down.
      \nSo, on the first night, A and P carved a little rock and Alfonsita could go inside it, she could walk with it on her back, she could do everything with her strange house on her back!
      \nIt was very hard to work alone, so Alfonsita decided to ask for help to her Turtle friends. P and A created for them new \u201crock houses\u201d so that they could work and stay safe. But the story is not finished yet. P and A asked their neighbours that lived alone to move to their big Villa in order to stay all together, because there were people with no more food. They sent the invitations and a lot of their friends decided to come, during the night, dressed up as palms and bushes.
      \nAll the turtles were in front of the light- blue Villa, ready to help their owners in case of emergency. The plan was simple: when A would whistle, everybody should have run quickly inside the light- blue Villa. The night was bright and quiet, but there was something strange, Alfonsita could feel it. A whistled, everybody started to run, but Alfonsita saw an army of viruses ready to infect all the Humans.
      \nShe couldn\u2019t let it happen. \u201cTurtles, we rock!\u201d she said. Every Turtle knew what to do. They got on top of each other and created a \u201cmountain\u201d to protect humans and let them run to safety inside the light blue Villa. The army of viruses was running so fast that couldn\u2019t see the turtle-barrier. They crushed against it and bounced so far that they disappeared from Planet Earth, and released everybody from their menace. From that moment on , turtles decided to keep their \u201crock house\u201d and so now, you know the reason of their beautiful shell. The moral of the story is: from that moment, the farmers P and A decided to convert their light- blue Villa into a place for hosting people, staying safe and making new friends. And so now, you know also how \u201cLa Tortuga Hostel\u201d was born.<\/p>\n

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      1. Las gemelas B\u00e1ra y Viky Kom\u00ednkov\u00e1, 10 a\u00f1os, de Rep\u00fablica Checa. 2<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span>do<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/sup><\/span> premio del concurso artistico, secci\u00f3n ni\u00f1os<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/li>\n
      2. Anna Paggi, de Italia. <\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span>2<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span>do<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/sup><\/span> premio del concurso artistico, secci\u00f3n\u00a0adultos<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/li>\n<\/ol>\n

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        7. LA TORTUGA LIMERICK<\/p>\n

        Arrived at La Tortuga in late November,
        \nFirst day on the island I well remember.
        \nNo one had given me a warning,
        \nThat since that same sunny morning,
        \nOf a beautiful community I would be a member.<\/p>\n

        Hadn\u2019t felt that kind of energy for a while,
        \nNo matter where I looked I found a smile.
        \nIn this new beautiful stage,
        \nYoung ones or of an old age,
        \nEveryone looked happy and juvenile.<\/p>\n

        From our homes many of us were really apart,
        \nWith no filter we could talk from heart to heart.
        \nTo the island with no seasons,
        \nWe were brought for many reasons,
        \nBut in something we coincide: it could be a fresh new start.<\/p>\n

        Tourists, backpackers, owners and members of staff,
        \nAdvice, interesting stories and jokes to make you laugh,
        \nSharing beach days and barbecues,
        \nIf I want my words to be true,
        \nThose Wednesday`s dinners deserve their own paragraph.<\/p>\n

        When the sun goes down its time to start the fire,
        \nWhile we wait for it the golden hour we admire.
        \nPeople embracing a happy mood,
        \nWhile sharing some of the best food,
        \nThis is never short, you can eat all you desire.
        \nIn these crazy times I miss one of my favorite places,
        \nAnd all the people which this heart of mine embraces.
        \nSocial distancing will soon end,
        \nI know you feel it too my friend.
        \nCan\u2019t wait to see again all of your happy faces.<\/p>\n

        I\u00b4m looking forward to celebrating all together,
        \nI\u2019m sure we won\u00b4t care about the weather.
        \nWe will meet in Tortuga One,
        \nWhere this poem once begun,
        \nWearing colorful glasses, wigs and a big feather.<\/p>\n

        Ciro Bunge, from Argentina ( living in Tenerife ). 4th prize of \u201c La Tortuga Literary Contest\u201d<\/p>\n

          \n
        1. Charlotte Gilham, de Inglaterra. <\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span>3<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span>er<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/sup><\/span>\u00a0 premio del concurso artistico, secci\u00f3n adultos<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/li>\n<\/ol>\n

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          NIGHT THOUGHTS OF AN ITALIAN IN LISBON.<\/p>\n

          It is not easy to put into words what the experience I had three years ago in Tenerife meant to me, when I entered the small big family of La Tortuga hostel.<\/p>\n

          In these days of more or less imposed quarantine (I say more or less because here, in Portugal, there are no huge restrictions) it is easier to stop to think. It happens that the mind induces more than usual on happy memories, on moments of life that look like fairy tales, on moments of lightness and bright awareness that, sometimes, burst into one\u2019s life too often lived in search of gratifications outside oneself.
          \nI learned to listen to the inner guiding voice there, which, even when we feel lost, is the compass to follow.<\/p>\n

          When I arrived in Tenerife I \u200b\u200bhad plans: my goal, indeed, was to stay six months for an internship. Then, when life has messed up what were my certainties, I literally felt at the mercy of events, with all the typical fears of those who don’t know what to do or where to go (yes, I didn’t even have a roof over my head). I only knew that it was not yet time to leave that place, that it was worth not choosing the safe way. After looking in vain for an alternative, I came across La Tortuga hostel.<\/p>\n

          If it\u2019s true that, “There is no place like home”,I can confirm that, I seldom felt safe in a place that was not familiar. Unlike now, when staying at home can literally save your life, the house I needed at that time was metaphorical: an unknown environment in which I learned to discover that certainties are often an escape from my soul. I had to go so far away to remember that it is people that matter and that fears, to quote the first female aviator, are only \u201cpaper tigers\u201d<\/p>\n

          I will never stop thanking Alessandro, Pasquale and Karen for opening the doors of La Tortuga, for welcoming me with their unconditional love, for giving me the chance to see the beauty of human relationship with a new gaze, for giving me the opportunity to recognize my fears and not to give them space, for making me understand that it is possible to live following the flow, let go of the resistances, enjoy the simplicity of a sunset or a smile, find satisfaction even in cleaning a room or help lay the table, be grateful for a bed in a shared room with three more people, have little money but be happy anyway.<\/p>\n

          My travel companions of that experience have been equally understanding and loving, miracles in human form that have given me an intensity of unforgettable gestures, smiles and gazes. I believe that La Tortuga is a small community whereyou can discover that the people we don’t know are not an enemies, but only friends who we haven’t met yet.<\/p>\n

          What the others can teach us is really a lot: you just need to get out of the comfort zone, try to trust life without necessarily thinking that your beliefs take you on the right path.
          \nLa Tortuga family has shown me that the more you open to the Unknown, the more unexpectedly you can receive. I discovered things that I never imagined I could have done and I thank all the people who accompanied me during the months of my stay. I have certainly received more than I have given.<\/p>\n

          I will remember that summer as a fabulous time: I would have liked, like all moments of happiness, that it would last forever. But I bring the memory of all those smiles with me and I hope one day to be able to meet them again.<\/p>\n

          Your forever grateful<\/p>\n

          Armida<\/p>\n

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