Of course when you arrive Palmyra, the impact with its archaeological wonders, with its columns, with its temples that rise for thousands of years planted in the middle of the Syrian desert, with the same pride of their queen Zenobia, was satisfied enough to leave the green dark and stopped just beyond the palm trees, only as an exotic backdrop of so much beauty. But the oasis of Palmyra is an experience in itself. is already seeing the temples from behind the tall palm trees umbrellas worth the stretch in a walk through the walls of stone and mud that hide the secret gardens of the oasis. Kahtani, greets me as I look at the branches laden with unripe pomegranates that fold out from the edges of walls and invites us into his garden. did not know there were so many different gardens in the oasis and in fact are out of sight of passers, so you need an invitation. We settle in the shade of a large shed and trunks of palm branches and dried. Kahtani lighting a fire for tea with cinnamon, then sits down with us and brings us a delicious syrup, olives and dates. He explains that the ground water is delivered at every turn in the garden through a system of canals that run along the boundary walls and then shows us his plants. Palms, first of all, many at the top, there to collect the sun harder and give dates and shadow. Then, below, the olive trees on a large land clearly distinguishable from the sand, and festive pomegranate fleeing from the fence. At the bottom, take the cotton plant as it grew. The tea is ready. The glass cups are placed on a palm trunk that serves as a table. Even the dates are very sweet. Kahtani sort of takes out a notebook in which notes in Arabic pronunciation of some words in the languages \u200b\u200bof those who come to visit him in order to store the sound. They are generally German and English ones who venture along the paths of the oasis. We need more tea and opened a book on the French in Syria where there is a picture of her in the chapter dedicated to Palmira: Palmyre. The Bedouin kahtani et la Palmeraie . When we go out of his garden, we carry a small pack with dates of that piece of oasis and, in the eyes, gestures kahtani elegant, lithe in his clear coat, with its red keffiyeh behind the branches of olive trees.
Thursday, September 24, 2009
Boschdishwasher Servicemanual
The secret gardens of Palmyra in Syria
Of course when you arrive Palmyra, the impact with its archaeological wonders, with its columns, with its temples that rise for thousands of years planted in the middle of the Syrian desert, with the same pride of their queen Zenobia, was satisfied enough to leave the green dark and stopped just beyond the palm trees, only as an exotic backdrop of so much beauty. But the oasis of Palmyra is an experience in itself. is already seeing the temples from behind the tall palm trees umbrellas worth the stretch in a walk through the walls of stone and mud that hide the secret gardens of the oasis. Kahtani, greets me as I look at the branches laden with unripe pomegranates that fold out from the edges of walls and invites us into his garden. did not know there were so many different gardens in the oasis and in fact are out of sight of passers, so you need an invitation. We settle in the shade of a large shed and trunks of palm branches and dried. Kahtani lighting a fire for tea with cinnamon, then sits down with us and brings us a delicious syrup, olives and dates. He explains that the ground water is delivered at every turn in the garden through a system of canals that run along the boundary walls and then shows us his plants. Palms, first of all, many at the top, there to collect the sun harder and give dates and shadow. Then, below, the olive trees on a large land clearly distinguishable from the sand, and festive pomegranate fleeing from the fence. At the bottom, take the cotton plant as it grew. The tea is ready. The glass cups are placed on a palm trunk that serves as a table. Even the dates are very sweet. Kahtani sort of takes out a notebook in which notes in Arabic pronunciation of some words in the languages \u200b\u200bof those who come to visit him in order to store the sound. They are generally German and English ones who venture along the paths of the oasis. We need more tea and opened a book on the French in Syria where there is a picture of her in the chapter dedicated to Palmira: Palmyre. The Bedouin kahtani et la Palmeraie . When we go out of his garden, we carry a small pack with dates of that piece of oasis and, in the eyes, gestures kahtani elegant, lithe in his clear coat, with its red keffiyeh behind the branches of olive trees.
Of course when you arrive Palmyra, the impact with its archaeological wonders, with its columns, with its temples that rise for thousands of years planted in the middle of the Syrian desert, with the same pride of their queen Zenobia, was satisfied enough to leave the green dark and stopped just beyond the palm trees, only as an exotic backdrop of so much beauty. But the oasis of Palmyra is an experience in itself. is already seeing the temples from behind the tall palm trees umbrellas worth the stretch in a walk through the walls of stone and mud that hide the secret gardens of the oasis. Kahtani, greets me as I look at the branches laden with unripe pomegranates that fold out from the edges of walls and invites us into his garden. did not know there were so many different gardens in the oasis and in fact are out of sight of passers, so you need an invitation. We settle in the shade of a large shed and trunks of palm branches and dried. Kahtani lighting a fire for tea with cinnamon, then sits down with us and brings us a delicious syrup, olives and dates. He explains that the ground water is delivered at every turn in the garden through a system of canals that run along the boundary walls and then shows us his plants. Palms, first of all, many at the top, there to collect the sun harder and give dates and shadow. Then, below, the olive trees on a large land clearly distinguishable from the sand, and festive pomegranate fleeing from the fence. At the bottom, take the cotton plant as it grew. The tea is ready. The glass cups are placed on a palm trunk that serves as a table. Even the dates are very sweet. Kahtani sort of takes out a notebook in which notes in Arabic pronunciation of some words in the languages \u200b\u200bof those who come to visit him in order to store the sound. They are generally German and English ones who venture along the paths of the oasis. We need more tea and opened a book on the French in Syria where there is a picture of her in the chapter dedicated to Palmira: Palmyre. The Bedouin kahtani et la Palmeraie . When we go out of his garden, we carry a small pack with dates of that piece of oasis and, in the eyes, gestures kahtani elegant, lithe in his clear coat, with its red keffiyeh behind the branches of olive trees.
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