Spain was another course, nothing to do with Spain's chichinabo of look at me but do not touch me and their orders have now. This was the Spain in which the sun never set, the Spain that he brandished the sword and bible blow gun and opened way to the inscrutable ways of the Lord that chance or not, took the brave seamen of the time for throughout the Americas, including North, arrived in 1513 to what is now the state of Florida. Spain also was under the tutelage of King Philip II, who sent in the sixteenth century to the brave sailor Pedro Menendez de Aviles to bring order to that place because they were putting Frogs long teeth and the king feared the worst.
Posted by King Ferdinand II, Ponce de Leon had already made incursions into the area to 1513 for the source of eternal youth and was it, the area, rather than reviewed, so it was not until 28 August Menendez de Aviles 1565, by order of King Felipe II, set foot in Florida and said his troops and his trusted priest, "I step off the boat, dammit!". In this day of grace, minute minute down top, which was officially the oldest city in the United States: San Agustin (St. Augustine). The King wanted to place well in the enclave a military stronghold for friends gabachos not get into the vine. So, summing up a little bit of nothing, it was like in 1565 founded the city of St. Augustine Florida city that, in case anyone has not caught yet, I have gone to spend the weekend sun santa joke with my wife.
This time, we did not want to throw the house out the window because there is almost nothing to shoot, we decided to travel as the mob: drive and a modest little hotel, two stars of a long pull, nothing to do with the Asian luxury and extravagance of the past. And note, if you will note. But hey, the least was the hotel, and the important thing was to visit the first English city in the United States because it was "close" to Miami. And quotation marks how close they are no less than 5 hours drive that you need to get to St. Augustine, or whatever it is, 500 kilometers long and hard road without curves or changes in grade or sluts or anything. A pain. So Friday morning we went to enjoy a bit of history in this country is not easy.
How could it be otherwise, the Church was very involved in the arrival in St. Augustine. For the founding and defense of the enclave, of course, the English fleet brought a large group of soldiers and a priest Yeye, Francisco Lopez de Mendoza Grajales, which had as mission to evangelize the poor Indians who lived there quiet but clearly disoriented without a God to tell them here and there. The poor Timucua, who lived in the land of sweet potato pulp were seeing desbarcar the English, French, English and the mother who bore them all, because in little more than 100 years since the arrival of the invaders to the New World Timucua tribe was virtually annihilated. Knowing the style of his cassock, and word of the Lord God in hand, I guess they cut the neck of one and the infringe three at the other as part of evangelization.
friar The first step in New World was a symbol, since those lands were settled the Mission Nombre de Dios and it was held the first Catholic mass on American soil (the North). The place where the mission is a beautiful park by the sea that has different symbols denoting the involvement of the Church in the city of St. Augustine. First a huge cross visible from anywhere in the park and, secondly, a shrine dedicated to Our Lady of Our Lady of Milk and Good Childbirth. As in the Spain of those then (and nearly the end of XVI century) was a boom in the image of the Virgin infant, who was nursing the baby Jesus, the missionaries decided to dedicate a space at the Mission Nombre de Dios. The name Virgin of the Milk and much, to me, is sexy, but in English is to desorinarse of Laughter: Lady of the Milk and Happy Delivery. Anyway, to me that the delivery in a hermitage happy sounds like a happy ending.
So once the mission had been headed toward the center of town to see if it was as wonderful as I was told. And yes, it is. As an appetizer, we find the Visitors Center, a beautiful mansion Castilian style that aims to provide tourist information and, of course, sell sourvenirs of the city to the tourists suffered a foot. The Visitors Center is built of wood, tiles and especially coquina. The coquina is the key to many of the buildings in St. Augustine. It is a type of rock found along the coast of the area and is formed by sediments of coral and seashells. It is very curious, really, because if you look closely you see a structure consisting of crushed mollusk shells glued together forming a rock.
precisely this type of rock is built the Castillo de San Marcos fortress that is the tourist center of the city. When Menendez stepped ashore knew that to defend the newly founded city of smelly vultures arriving by boat was necessary to build a fortress that intimidating, so I used the coquina to build it, which no doubt was a big decision and a great idea. The coquina is a rigid material but it is not hard, so that gifts fired from enemy ships did not break the wall as if they are made of stone if the ammunition is not digging into the coquina, as if absorbed, making the walls were almost indestructible in the eyes of the enemy ships. And hear, I was thinking that even in those little things you could tell that Spain, which was hungry for the world, was different to Putiferio now. J.
Coltrane
Posted by King Ferdinand II, Ponce de Leon had already made incursions into the area to 1513 for the source of eternal youth and was it, the area, rather than reviewed, so it was not until 28 August Menendez de Aviles 1565, by order of King Felipe II, set foot in Florida and said his troops and his trusted priest, "I step off the boat, dammit!". In this day of grace, minute minute down top, which was officially the oldest city in the United States: San Agustin (St. Augustine). The King wanted to place well in the enclave a military stronghold for friends gabachos not get into the vine. So, summing up a little bit of nothing, it was like in 1565 founded the city of St. Augustine Florida city that, in case anyone has not caught yet, I have gone to spend the weekend sun santa joke with my wife.
This time, we did not want to throw the house out the window because there is almost nothing to shoot, we decided to travel as the mob: drive and a modest little hotel, two stars of a long pull, nothing to do with the Asian luxury and extravagance of the past. And note, if you will note. But hey, the least was the hotel, and the important thing was to visit the first English city in the United States because it was "close" to Miami. And quotation marks how close they are no less than 5 hours drive that you need to get to St. Augustine, or whatever it is, 500 kilometers long and hard road without curves or changes in grade or sluts or anything. A pain. So Friday morning we went to enjoy a bit of history in this country is not easy.
How could it be otherwise, the Church was very involved in the arrival in St. Augustine. For the founding and defense of the enclave, of course, the English fleet brought a large group of soldiers and a priest Yeye, Francisco Lopez de Mendoza Grajales, which had as mission to evangelize the poor Indians who lived there quiet but clearly disoriented without a God to tell them here and there. The poor Timucua, who lived in the land of sweet potato pulp were seeing desbarcar the English, French, English and the mother who bore them all, because in little more than 100 years since the arrival of the invaders to the New World Timucua tribe was virtually annihilated. Knowing the style of his cassock, and word of the Lord God in hand, I guess they cut the neck of one and the infringe three at the other as part of evangelization.
friar The first step in New World was a symbol, since those lands were settled the Mission Nombre de Dios and it was held the first Catholic mass on American soil (the North). The place where the mission is a beautiful park by the sea that has different symbols denoting the involvement of the Church in the city of St. Augustine. First a huge cross visible from anywhere in the park and, secondly, a shrine dedicated to Our Lady of Our Lady of Milk and Good Childbirth. As in the Spain of those then (and nearly the end of XVI century) was a boom in the image of the Virgin infant, who was nursing the baby Jesus, the missionaries decided to dedicate a space at the Mission Nombre de Dios. The name Virgin of the Milk and much, to me, is sexy, but in English is to desorinarse of Laughter: Lady of the Milk and Happy Delivery. Anyway, to me that the delivery in a hermitage happy sounds like a happy ending.
So once the mission had been headed toward the center of town to see if it was as wonderful as I was told. And yes, it is. As an appetizer, we find the Visitors Center, a beautiful mansion Castilian style that aims to provide tourist information and, of course, sell sourvenirs of the city to the tourists suffered a foot. The Visitors Center is built of wood, tiles and especially coquina. The coquina is the key to many of the buildings in St. Augustine. It is a type of rock found along the coast of the area and is formed by sediments of coral and seashells. It is very curious, really, because if you look closely you see a structure consisting of crushed mollusk shells glued together forming a rock.
precisely this type of rock is built the Castillo de San Marcos fortress that is the tourist center of the city. When Menendez stepped ashore knew that to defend the newly founded city of smelly vultures arriving by boat was necessary to build a fortress that intimidating, so I used the coquina to build it, which no doubt was a big decision and a great idea. The coquina is a rigid material but it is not hard, so that gifts fired from enemy ships did not break the wall as if they are made of stone if the ammunition is not digging into the coquina, as if absorbed, making the walls were almost indestructible in the eyes of the enemy ships. And hear, I was thinking that even in those little things you could tell that Spain, which was hungry for the world, was different to Putiferio now. J.
Coltrane
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