@JoseLanvo@DoloresCrottal@suso1955 Pero esas imágenes lejos de probar que vigo es menos "rural", sin que tuviera nada de malo, demuestran todo lo contrario
@JoseLanvo@DoloresCrottal@suso1955 No, el municipio más poblado de Galicia es Vigo, algo más de un 15% respecto a Coruña. Cosa lógica teniendo en cuenta que su superficie es casi 3 veces mas grande.
@DoloresCrottal@JoseLanvo@suso1955 Te propongo que dividas, si eres capaz, los datos de población entre la superficie de esa imagen. Si ves que no eres capaz se lo puedes pedir a la IA.
Mi solidaridad con Santos Cerdán y su familia.
El acoso de ultraderechistas disfrazados de periodistas no tiene cabida en una democracia.
Esto no va de partidos, va de derechos.
Un abrazo, @santicl.
@campeonamos Solo publican cuando el árbitro va al VAR, acciones como la de Mella la semana pasada nunca la ponen. Lo mismo con la famosa de la roja por la entrada a Mbappé, esas nunca las publican.
Vamos, @RafaelNadal!
As you get ready to graduate from tennis, I’ve got a few things to share before I maybe get emotional.
Let’s start with the obvious: you beat me—a lot. More than I managed to beat you. You challenged me in ways no one else could. On clay, it felt like I was stepping into your backyard, and you made me work harder than I ever thought I could just to hold my ground. You made me reimagine my game—even going so far as to change the size of my racquet head, hoping for any edge.
I’m not a very superstitious person, but you took it to the next level. Your whole process. All those rituals. Assembling your water bottles like toy soldiers in formation, fixing your hair, adjusting your underwear... All of it with the highest intensity. Secretly, I kind of loved the whole thing. Because it was so unique—it was so you.
And you know what, Rafa, you made me enjoy the game even more.
OK, maybe not at first. After the 2004 Australian Open, I achieved the #1 ranking for the first time. I thought I was on top of the world. And I was—until two months later, when you walked on the court in Miami in your red sleeveless shirt, showing off those biceps, and you beat me convincingly. All that buzz I’d been hearing about you—about this amazing young player from Mallorca, a generational talent, probably going to win a major someday—it wasn’t just hype.
We were both at the start of our journey and it’s one we ended up taking together. Twenty years later, Rafa, I have to say: What an incredible run you’ve had. Including 14 French Opens—historic! You made Spain proud... you made the whole tennis world proud.
I keep thinking about the memories we’ve shared. Promoting the sport together. Playing that match on half-grass, half-clay. Breaking the all-time attendance record by playing in front of more than 50,000 fans in Cape Town, South Africa. Always cracking each other up. Wearing each other out on the court and then, sometimes, almost literally having to hold each other up during trophy ceremonies.
I’m still grateful you invited me to Mallorca to help launch the Rafa Nadal Academy in 2016. Actually, I kind of invited myself. I knew you were too polite to insist on me being there, but I didn’t want to miss it. You have always been a role model for kids around the world, and Mirka and I are so glad that our children have all trained at your academies. They had a blast and learned so much—like thousands of other young players. Although I always worried my kids would come home playing tennis as lefties.
And then there was London—the Laver Cup in 2022. My final match. It meant everything to me that you were there by my side—not as my rival but as my doubles partner. Sharing the court with you that night, and sharing those tears, will forever be one of the most special moments of my career.
Rafa, I know you’re focused on the last stretch of your epic career. We will talk when it’s done. For now, I just want to congratulate your family and team, who all played a massive role in your success. And I want you to know that your old friend is always cheering for you, and will be cheering just as loud for everything you do next.
Rafa that!
Best always, your fan,
Roger
José Antonio Cavanilles, 1795, sobre el barranco de Torrent o de la venta del Poyo, en "Observaciones sobre la historia natural, geografía, agricultura, poblaciones y frutos del Reyno de Valencia".
“Siguiendo hacia el sur desde Alaquás como a un quarto de legua se atraviesa el barranco, que empieza en las montañas e Buñol con dirección a Chiva, entra en esta villa y continúa por el término de Cheste, donde recibe otro considerable. Engrosado con este aumento y con las vertiene de aquellos montes, cruza el llano de Quart junto a la venta de Poyo, pasa después por las cercanías de Torrent, que dexa a su derecha, como igualmente Catarroja, y desagua en la Albufera de Valencia. Su profundo y ancho cauce siempre está seco, salvo en las avenidas, quando recibe tantas aguas y corre tan furisoamente, que destruye quanto encuentra. En 1775 causó muchísimas esgracias en Chiva, sorprehendiendo a media noche a sus vecinos. Asoló un número considerable de edificios, esparciendo por mas de dos leguas los tristes despojos y los cadáveres de los pobres que no pudieron evitar la muerte. A la derechadel barranco y a muy corta distancia, bien que en un sitio elevado, está Torrent, la mayor población del reyno después de las ciudades y villas principales”