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on a spanish website.
on a spanish website.

ray, a., spanish pottery, londres, 2000.
ray, a., spanish pottery, 1248–1898, london, 2000.

the canary islands are a spanish archipelago.
the canary islands are a spanish archipelago.

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a) spanish association for standardisation and certification (aenor);
spanish association for standardisation and certification (aenor);

in practice, the central authority requires a spanish translation of all the requests for service.
in practice, the central authority requires a spanish translation of all the requests for service.

a spanish in the world, nous n'oublions pas que les participants à nos camps de vacances souhaitent avant tous s'amuser.
at spanish in the world, we never forget that we're a summer camp and that our young participants want to have fun during their school break!

a spanish institute nous voulons que nos étudiants en espagnol apprennent la langue espagnole tout en découvrant notre culture, notre environnement et nos coutumes.
in spanish institute we want our spanish students not only to learn the spanish language, but also to immerse into our culture, learn about our traditions, and travel the country.

journée européenne des langues vendredi 26 septembre 2008 exemples de la pratique 2007 cultural breakfast briefings we will be running a japanese and a spanish cultural briefing session.
european day of languages 26 september 2008 examples of practice 2007 cultural breakfast briefings we will be running a japanese and a spanish cultural briefing session.

journée européenne des langues vendredi 26 septembre 2008 exemples de la pratique 2007 getting in touch a group of students from our school will chat with a group from a spanish school in salamanca, in their mother languages.
european day of languages 26 september 2008 examples of practice 2007 getting in touch a group of students from our school will chat with a group from a spanish school in salamanca, in their mother languages.

a claim of discrimination at the european trade union institute in 1991, a spanish economist was engaged by the e.t.u.i. in brussels as a scientific researcher.
in 1997, she claimed that she had been recruited at a lower rung in the payscale than some of her male colleagues of similar qualifications, and that later on she had not been promoted to a higher category while some of her male colleagues had obtained that promotion merely on the basis of seniority.

the canadian adventure of a spanish naval hero", texte d’un document donner pour le congreso internacional de estudios canadienses, espagne, 23 octobre, 1998.
the canadian adventure of a spanish naval hero", text of paper given for the congreso internacional de estudios canadienses, spain, october 23, 1998.

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