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Gulliver's Travel to Navia

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  1. M Jesús10 de abril de 2012, 20:06

    Awesome, guys, just awesome!
    I'm totally lost for words!
    Thanks ever so much!

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  2. Luisa Mª Miguel11 de abril de 2012, 11:30

    Excellent performers,Rocío and Nacho!Very well done.
    Thank you very much for your contribution to our blog.We are aware these activities we ask from you are really time consuming, but we can tell you it's well worth the effort!

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  3. Nacho de Vicente11 de abril de 2012, 14:52

    it was a pleasure... and a incredible experience!!

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