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People in Cardedeu, a city in the Vallès area of Barcelona Metropolitan Ambit (Catalonia) celebrating Carnival with traditional dances.
In the Vallès area, one of the most popular parts of the Carnival holidays is the ball de gitanes dance, which you can see in these photos.
Photos by Mariano Pagès, author of the photography and ethnography book Ball de Gitanes - Ritual al Baix Montseny.
#cardedeu#catalunya#carnaval#ball de gitanes#vallès#tradicions#fotografia#dansa#dance#folk dance#traditional dance#catalonia#europe#travel#wanderlust#ethnography#carnival#folk culture#cultures
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Riera de Santa Fe del Montseny
#landscape#river#photographers on tumblr#original photographers#catalonia#vallès#parc natural del montseny
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La meva primera #CursaRAC1#5K @rac1 assolida! Amb l'ambient de 5.000 corredors en un recorregut que combina història i espais naturals #córrer #running #SantCugat #Vallès (at Sant Cugat del Vallès) https://www.instagram.com/p/CjxSFGPLqcp/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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Revolutionary honey
#Germinal#Louise Michel#French Revolution#Paris commune#Jules Vallès#Maxime Lisbonne#Eugène Varlin#Eugène Bizeau#off topic#Floréal#Prairial#Messidor#Thermidor
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big fan of when people are from a town that shares name with another town so its [name of the town] the good one and [name of the town] the bad one
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La publicitat estatal disposarà de interpretació en llengua de signes i audiodescripció i assegurarà l'accessibilitat cognitiva
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Les campanyes institucionals de publicitat i comunicació de l’Administració General de l’Estat (AGE) comptaran amb subtítols, interpretació en llengua de signes i audiodescripció, i promouran els formats que assegurin l’accessibilitat cognitiva. Així ho va confirmar el secretari d’Estat de Comunicació, Francesc Vallès, al president del Comitè Espanyol de Representants de Persones…
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#Administración General del Estado#AGE#CERMI#Comité Español de Representantes de Personas con Discapacidad#Francesc Vallès#Luis Cayo Pérez Bueno
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So the other day I went to Cerdanyola del Vallès with a friend and I took these photos. Personally, I love the small story that the vidrieras of the cat represent.
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¿Qué es la osteointegración de un implante dental?
Si estás considerando implantes dentales como una opción para reemplazar dientes perdidos y recuperar tu sonrisa radiante, es crucial entender el proceso de osteointegración. En la actualidad, la información valiosa es fundamental para que puedas tomar decisiones más efectivas sobre tu salud dental. Veamos en detalle qué es la osteointegración de los implantes dentales en Cerdanyola del Vallès y su papel fundamental en el éxito a largo plazo de tu tratamiento.
¿Qué es la osteointegración?
La osteointegración es un término esencial cuando hablamos de implantes dentales. Se refiere al proceso biológico mediante el cual un implante dental se fusiona con el hueso de la mandíbula o el maxilar circundante. Esta integración es lo que garantiza la estabilidad y durabilidad del implante a lo largo del tiempo.
El Papel de la osteointegración
La osteointegración es esencial para lograr que el implante dental funcione como una raíz artificial sólida para el diente de reemplazo. Durante este proceso, el tejido óseo crece y se adhiere a la superficie del implante, formando una unión sólida y resistente. Esta unión es crucial para soportar las cargas masticatorias y proporcionar una base segura para la corona dental o la prótesis que se colocará posteriormente.
¿Cómo ocurre la osteointegración?
La osteointegración es un proceso gradual que sigue varios pasos clave:
1. Preparación quirúrgica
El primer paso implica la colocación del implante dental en el hueso de la mandíbula o el maxilar. Este proceso generalmente se realiza mediante una cirugía menor, donde se hace una incisión en las encías para exponer el hueso subyacente. Luego, se inserta el implante en el hueso siguiendo una precisión milimétrica.
2. Cicatrización inicial
Después de la colocación del implante, se permite un período de cicatrización inicial. Durante este tiempo, el hueso circundante comienza a sanar y a formar una capa protectora alrededor del implante. Esta capa, conocida como tejido de granulación, ayuda a proteger el implante mientras el proceso de osteointegración comienza.
3. Formación ósea
A medida que avanza el proceso de cicatrización, las células óseas comienzan a depositarse en la superficie del implante. Este proceso de formación ósea es lo que finalmente permite la fusión del implante con el hueso circundante. La estructura microscópica del implante, diseñada para promover la adherencia ósea, juega un papel vital en la osteointegración exitosa.
4. Unión firme
Con el tiempo, el hueso se une de manera segura y firme al implante, creando una base sólida para el diente de reemplazo. La osteointegración completa puede llevar varias semanas o meses, dependiendo de factores como la calidad del hueso y la ubicación del implante.
¿Por qué es importante la osteointegración?
La osteointegración es esencial para el éxito a largo plazo de los implantes dentales. Sin una unión sólida entre el implante y el hueso, el implante podría aflojarse con el tiempo o incluso fallar por completo. La osteointegración garantiza que el implante sea capaz de soportar las fuerzas masticatorias normales y proporciona una base segura para la restauración dental visible.
La experiencia como clave en el éxito de los implantes dentales en Cerdanyola del Vallès
Es fundamental valorar la importancia de la osteointegración en el proceso de implantes dentales. Los profesionales en implantología de Cerdanyola están altamente capacitados para afrontar con éxito cada etapa. Desde la colocación del implante hasta la restauración final con la máxima precisión y cuidado. Estos profesionales entienden que la osteointegración es un factor clave en la satisfacción a largo plazo de los pacientes. Por ello, trabajan diligentemente para garantizar resultados duraderos y exitosos.
En definitiva, la osteointegración es el proceso biológico que garantiza la unión sólida entre un implante dental y el hueso circundante. Es esencial para el éxito a largo plazo de los implantes dentales, ya que proporciona la base necesaria para soportar cargas masticatorias y mantener la estabilidad de la restauración dental.
Los implantes dentales en Cerdanyola del Vallès son cada vez más frecuentes y las tasas de éxito van en aumento. En gran parte, gracias a la calidad de sus profesionales, los materiales usados y una tecnología de vanguardia al servicio de los pacientes.
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every time anything related to sharp objects or big little lies shows up on my dash i feel like i got punched in the stomach by a phantom. i miss jean-marc vallée!!! i miss him a lot. a revolutionary filmmaker and screenwriter who literally changed the landscape of tv forever :(
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Today, many people in Catalonia and Andorra will be singing caramelles.
The tradition repeats every Easter Saturday in the evening and Easter Sunday in the morning and noon. Groups of people go around the town, house by house, singing songs.
They carry a basket on the top of a wooden stick, so they can raise it to balconies and people can give them something in return. Traditionally, people gave them eggs (for this reason, caramelles are called goig dels ous in Northern Catalonia) and/or money so at the end of th day they could make a communal meal all together. Nowadays, some towns keep the eggs tradition while many others give food, sweets and money. (In my town, the children's groups save the money to go to the amusement park Tibidabo all together).
In some areas, the caramelles singers also dance some local traditional dances between songs.
It's unknown when the tradition started, but written documents from the 16th century already mention it in rural Catalonia.
Photos in this post: from Sant Salvador de Guardiola (by GMV), Sant Cugat del Vallès (by C. Caballé), Súria (by Òscar Bayona), Sant Cebrià de Rosselló (by Le Temps du Costume Roussillonais) and Sitges (by Vinyet Panyella).
#caramelles#tradicions#catalunya#catalunya nord#sant salvador de guardiola#sant cugat del vallès#súria#sant cebrià de rosselló#sitges#goig dels ous#traditions#culture#cultures#easter#pasqua#ethnography#choir#catalonia
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Henri Poulain, « Des saisons en enfer (Seule la vie…) », Le Cri du peuple de Paris, 4 septembre 1943, p. 2
Henri Poulain, « Des saisons en enfer (Seule la vie…) », Le Cri du peuple de Paris, 4 septembre 1943, p. 2
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A punt per #córrer la #CursaRAC1 #5K @rac1 amb un gran ambient en un recorregut que combina història i espais naturals #running #SantCugat #Vallès (at Sant Cugat del Vallès) https://www.instagram.com/p/CjxKZ8dMwxk/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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Leaving
Alexia Putellas x Teen!Reader
Summary: You're leaving
Something changes and Alexia isn't sure when it happens.
You're leaving.
Leaving Barcelona, leaving Spain, leaving her.
She's gone home for the weekend, driven from her apartment near the stadium all the way out to her childhood home.
Her Mami greets her at the door. Alba's already slouching in front of the tv, watching some boring reality show that Alexia can't stand.
There's boxes and bags packed up at the front door. That's a little weird but she doesn't ask questions about them.
"Where's the baby?" Alexia asks, looking around for you.
There's a picture of you and your sisters up on the mantelpiece. Alba's in her graduation robes, Alexia wearing her Barcelona shirt and you in your tennis outfit. It had been a stressful day. Alba had just graduated, you had just come from a tennis session and Alexia straight from a match against Valencia.
You're all smiling though, positively beaming at the camera.
"She's at the court," Mami laughs," Where else would she be?"
"It's getting dark."
"She's not a baby," Alba scoffs, not looking away from the screen," She can decide when she comes home."
Alexia ignores her. "I'll go get her."
It's a short walk over to the tennis courts, maybe twenty minutes or so. You're the only one there, swinging your racket back and forth as the machine feeds more and more balls at you.
"Don't you have a curfew?"
You keep hitting tennis balls. "Don't you have a match tomorrow?"
She laughs. "I can't come home to see my family?"
She's teasing you and you switch off the machine to run into her arms. Alexia catches you easily, swinging you around like she used to when you were little.
Tennis had been unexpected. You were only little when Papa died so never got to experience going to the football stadium with him. Selfishly, Alexia had tried to foster a love for football in you but it was all over when you saw a televised tennis match.
You didn't like football like you loved tennis.
Alexia had a whole gallery on her phone for you at your tennis practices over the years, all the way back to your first lesson when you were very young and could barely hold your racket properly.
Briefly, she wondered where the time went.
"You're cutting it fine," You complain good-naturedly as you put your rackets back in your bag and link your arms with Alexia's," I'm leaving tomorrow. I was beginning to think that you would never visit before I left."
Your words make Alexia confused. "What do you mean?" She asks," Leaving? Leaving for where?"
You laugh. "For Poland."
"Why are you going to Poland?" Alexia feels tense. No one had told her that you were going to Poland on holiday. It was the middle of the school year. There was no reason for you to be going anywhere.
You laugh again, like she's being silly and it dawns on Alexia that you don't know that no one's told her anything.
"For tennis," You say," Remember? My new coach is there."
You were the most talented tennis player that Alexia had ever met. She had known you were the best the moment you served your first ball, back when you still wore your hair in pigtails and couldn't tie your own laces.
And just last year you showed everyone else in the world that too when you won the Australian and the French Open back to back.
You returned to Mollet del Vallès a homegrown hero even after you came runner-up at Wimbledon and the US Open.
Alexia had never considered that you would move away for tennis. You were never supposed to move away. Tennis was your football and Alexia had never had to move from Spain to pursue football.
She always assumed you would be the same.
"You're not leaving," Is what she actually says and you stop in the middle of the street.
"Ale?" You ask," What do you mean I'm not leaving? I already signed the contract. I'm leaving tomorrow."
"You're not!" Alexia snaps before softening her tone," You're not. What has Poland got that Spain doesn't, huh?"
You tilt your head to the side in confusion and Alexia's brought back to every time when you were little when you did the exact same thing, tilting your head to the side when something confuses you, your childhood pigtails swaying from the force of your head movement.
"A coach that coaches the world's number one? It will be good. Mami approves."
"Mami shouldn't make decisions about you without consulting me!"
Alexia doesn't know where this anger is coming from. You're too young to be making such a big decision. You don't know a word of Polish. You were much too little to be moving across the world without anyone to look after you.
"It wasn't her decision!" You snap back, forcing the front door open and storming inside. "It was my decision! And I don't need your permission to do anything, Alexia! I'm nearly an adult."
"Nearly being the key word!" Alexia yells back at you," You're not going anywhere! You're staying right here with me or so help me god!"
"Or what?!" You demand, fronting up to her with your fists clenched and shaking at your sides. "What will you do, Alexia?! Huh? What will you do?!"
It shocks Alexia a little bit. You've never fronted up to her like this before, never so confidently or so assertive. You weren't that kind of person.
You used to hide behind her legs when you were younger or cry when any kind of confrontation or argument happened around you.
You don't give her time to answer before you're storming off into your room.
Alba whistles a low note. "What happened with you two?"
"Did you know?!" Alexia demands," Did you know she's leaving?!"
"Of course?" Alba looks confused now. "Why? Don't tell me you've only just found out."
"She's a baby!" Alexia hisses," She's not stepping foot off Spanish soil without me! She's not going anywhere."
"She hasn't been a baby for a while."
Alexia's eyes stray to the photos around the room. Mami is a tad sentimental and old school, printing out pictures to hang around the house rather than keep them on her phone.
It's like a shrine to a younger you, with your chubby cheeks and wild hair. There's versions of you all throughout your childhood and practically nothing of the you that's just yelled at her about moving away from home.
You're a little baby in Alexia's eyes, the little baby she held in her arms a few hours after you were born, the little miracle that followed her around the moment you learnt to walk, the little angel that cried in her arms after you won the Australian Open, too overwhelmed by your own emotions.
You couldn't be leaving. Not to somewhere like Poland where Alexia couldn't drive to see you.
You were too young, to little to go so far from her.
It was like she blinked and you no longer fit into her arms, suddenly a teenager with a mind and passions of your own.
"Alexia," Mami says sternly," Go and apologise to your sister. We didn't say anything when you wanted to pursue football. We're not saying anything to your sister about her pursuing tennis."
Alexia huffs. "Why can't the coach come here? She's not an adult yet! He could be taking advantage of her!"
"He's not. He coaches the world number one, he can't just drop all of that to coach a sixteen-year-old from Spain. This is an honour for her. It's an offer that might not be open if she delays it until she's eighteen. You know how much this means to her."
Alexia doesn't make eye contact, focussing on the wall in front of her.
Your smiling face beams back at her. It's of your first proper tournament, the under-fourteens for the whole of Spain. You've just won at twelve years old in your all-white shirt and skirt combo with your hair pulled back in a complicated braid. You haven't fully lost all of your childhood baby fat so your cheeks are a little more rounded than now, like you haven't yet grown into your face.
Alexia's next to you, cheek-to-cheek. She's still in her Spain kit, having driven from a friendly against Italy. She'd missed most of your match but had gotten there in time to see your last set.
You won and came home with the trophy.
It's hard to reconcile that twelve-year-old with the sixteen-year-old you've become.
Alexia stands and knocks on your door.
"Go away!" You yell though it's clear that you're crying.
"I'm coming in!"
"Go away, Ale! I don't want to see you!"
"Too bad!"
Alexia forces her way inside and crushes you into a hug. You try to squirm away for a bit but go limp when it's clear that she's not letting go of you.
"I'm sorry," She whispers against the top of your head," I'm sorry."
"I'm going to Poland," You say," You can't stop me."
"I know," Alexia says," You're going to Poland. You're going to work very hard. You're going to win and convince that coach that he should come home to Spain with you, okay? This has got to be temporary, alright, hermanita? I don't know how long I can go without midnight snack runs."
That shocks a giggle out of you.
"You'll get sick of me when I come home," You reply," I'm going to be so good that you'll never see me. I'll always be training."
Alexia laughs too this time and she loosens her grip enough for you to lean away to look up at her.
"Never," She declares," You're my hermanita. I'll never get sick of you. Even when you grow up."
"Ale, I am grown up."
She smiles. "No, you're not."
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𝘏𝘖𝘓𝘋 𝘔𝘠 𝘎𝘐𝘙𝘓 /// {𝘖𝘕𝘈 𝘉𝘈𝘛𝘓𝘓𝘌 𝘟 𝘙𝘌𝘈𝘋𝘌𝘙}.
Marrying Ona was the most magical day of your life.
Ever since you met at under 17 national camp you instantly clicked, you went on to play at Levante together. Ona soon realised when she moved to Manchester United that she caught feelings for you which you soon reciprocated when she eventually confessed at your first senior camp.
You and Ona had both agreed for the wedding to be held at a large villa in Vilassar de Mar however yours and her mama insisted you spend the night apart as tradition.
You hadn’t been away from Ona since you went to your parents in Mollet de Vallès for Christmas one year so you felt a little lost although you had Mapi, Alexia, Jenni and Esther with you 24/7.
“Y/N why you so quiet.” Alexia asked sitting on the bed beside you.
“I miss her.” You stuck your bottom lip out.
“Oh Y/N/N!” The captain cooed pulling you into her side.
“Your so whipped.” Jenni cackled from the other side of the room.
“Shut up idiota.” Alexia scolded her.
…
The next day, the day of your wedding you were getting the most attention. Your hair and makeup was done, the four girls were helping you into your dress. Your mama had your flowers she sat watching you get all prepared for your big day.
Esther was zipping up your dress, “Y/N/N you look absolutely gorgeous.”
“Gracias, i just hope Ona likes it.” You felt the detailing of your dress.
“Vale, it’s time is she ready?” Mapi ran into the room with her phone in her hand.
“Sí she is, Y/N come out!” Jenni called.
Alexia opened the doors of the dressing room, your mama handed you your flowers so she could wipe away the tears under her eyes, “Oh my.” Mapi’s jaw dropped.
“Mapi you’re catching flies.” You giggled and her mouth snapped shut.
“You look stunning.” She complimented, “But let’s go Ona is outside!”
“Eeeek!” You clapped your hands together, excited that your finally get to marry the woman you love.
You took a deep breath standing at the top of the stone steps, Mapi, Alexia, Jenni and Esther by your side, your father linked your arm with his walking down the stairs.
Music began to play, all of your guests which consisted of yours and Ona’s national teammates and league teammates rose from their seats watching you, your bridesmaids and your father walk down the aisle.
You stood beside Ona clearing your throat, “Hi nene.”
“Hi querida.” You responded with a big smile on your face.
“I have no words, you look unreal.” Ona looked you up and down.
“So do you nene.”
Everyone sat down in their seats so the register could begin, "Bienvenida, we are gathered here today to join Ona Batlle Pascual and Y/N Rivera Sanchéz in holy matrimony." She started.
"I Ona Batlle Pascual take thee, Y/N Rivera Sanchéz to be my lawful wedded wife. I promise to care for you, to give you my love and friendship and to respect you and cherish you throughout the rest of our lives together." Ona spoke, squeezing your hands tight.
A tear slipped from your eyes, squeezing your hands tighter, "And i Y/N Rivera Sanchéz take thee, Ona Batlle Pascual to be my lawful wedded wife. I also promise to care for you, to give you my love and friendship and to respect you and cherish you throughout the rest of our lives together." You said wiping the tears from under your eyes.
“Puede basar a la novia!” The register announced.
You both walked down the aisle hand in hand, Mapi in her element throwing confetti at the newly weds. You headed inside for the reception, the main room all your guests were sat on tables whereas you, Ona, Alexia, Mapi, Leila, Laia and yours and Ona's parents sat on the main table, "Mi esposa."
“Mi esposa.” You smiled at Ona kissing her on the lips again, holding her hand.
After everyone had finished eating their meals, Ona stood up clinking a knife on her champagne glass, "I'd like to make a speech." Ona announced, “Para mi esposa, i'm excited for life now that we are married and i hope to extend our family soon, i would like to thank you for being there for me throughout our wins, our losses and our draws, i can't wait for what the future holds, when i first met you at the under 17 camp, I just knew we were going to be friends from the start, pranking our dear Mapi on the daily but as soon as we hit the senior team i knew you were the one for me and look where we are now, te amo mucho nene."
Everyone applauded Ona's speech before she passed the microphone over to you, a tear slipped from your eyes at her beautiful words, "Gracias mi amor, i'm so glad that i met you Ona you've changed my life and made the best i can be and i'm excited too, i know our relationship has been a rollercoaster, having its ups and downs, but mainly ups moving to Manchester meaning i have to wake up to your face every morning, our days are full of laughs, cries and love which i wish to carry on with you, te amo mucho guapa."
…
It was later on in the evening, drinks were flowing and Mapi was trying to get you and Ona to have your first dance. It got to the point where Mapi went up to the DJ and asked to play your song which was Hold My Girl by George Ezra.
Ona eventually dragged you to the dance floor, holding you close her hands snaked around your waist whilst you hung your arms around her neck placing your foreheads together creating a bubble just the two of you. You swayed to the music, a smile broke out on both of yours faces knowing this is the best day of your lives.
Your wife was chewing her lip so you brought your index finger up to her chin tilting her head upwards to look you in the eyes, leaning in you kissed her deeply you could taste the alcohol on her lips. The song faded out, you intertwined your hand with hers walking off the dance floor.
You promised each other that you wouldn't get too drunk as you wanted your wedding night to be as special as possible. You walked out onto the large balcony of the master bedroom leaning on the stone wall over looking the large garden where they got married earlier that day.
The air was still warm as it was summertime in Vilassar de Mar, you were stood in just your wedding underwear, barefoot your Jordans strewn in the bedroom.
Ona came out in just a robe looking at the beautiful view in front of her, “Hõla mi esposa.”
“Hõla nene.” You responded turning to face her.
“You look absolutely incredible." Ona commented looking you up and down.
“Gracias nene, what have you got on under there." You toyed with the belt of her white silk robe.
"You'll have to come in and find out." She winked at you swaggering back into the room with you chasing after her.
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