@posada_villamajagual1: Un paraíso en el corazón ❤️ del Parque Nacional Mochima, Golfo de Santa Fé. Te esperamos, descubrenos.#parquenacionalmochima #venezuela🇻🇪🇻🇪🇻🇪

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Tuesday 07 April 2026 20:14:21 GMT
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carmen06918
carmen06918 :
guao Valentina Quintero, eres lo maximo tu sin título de ministra de turismo, eres valiosa para Venezuela, conoces cada rinconcito
2026-04-08 02:06:55
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edu.olivar
JOCEDU :
Hay que ir … Mochima es lo más cercano a una playa del cielo !!!!
2026-04-08 01:29:13
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danieljechesuriag
DanielE :
Saludos a mi vecina Cecilia. y le Corrijo En el MAR DEL GOLFO DE SANTA FE. SALUDOS 🙏
2026-04-13 19:25:30
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adrian.figueroa885
#Adrian$ :
porque siempre relacionan a Mochima con SantaFe Mochima está lejos de el pueblo de SantaFe Majagual está en SantaFe
2026-04-09 22:45:39
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glowglamgeral
GlowGlamMakeup :
hace años estuve allá y era muy bonito🥰 habia que bajar bastante, dejar el carro bien arriba y bajar a pie porque la carretera le queda muy arriba.. pero valio la pena. espero que aun siga siendo asi de bonita y espero volver
2026-04-07 21:27:42
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acorazada0205
Alexandra Carrillo :
Cecilia.... En tus palabras se siente lo especias que es la Villa para ti. Que bonito
2026-04-08 01:21:47
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cecicarone
CeciCarone :
amo a Mochima , para mí es lo más bello que tiene Venezuela sus playas son ÚNICAS
2026-04-08 01:46:02
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montresor45
🅼🅾🅽🆃🆁🅴🆂🅾🆁⚜️⚜️⚜️ :
💛💛💛💙💙💙❤️❤️❤️Son ustedes generadores de esperanza y estoy segura que pronto vamos a poder sustentar un maravilloso turismo para los extranjeros y para todos nosotros los venezolanos, merecemos estar allí disfrutando de lo que Dios nos entregó al NACER en este maravilloso país mí gratitud a seres cómo ustedes
2026-04-07 20:22:35
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mervisglez
mervisenriquefernand :
Excelente me dieron ganas de mudarme para allá
2026-04-08 13:27:40
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yacke.la.mami
YACKE LA MAMI :
te Felicito Cecilia cuando una quiere hacer algo y trazar metas para hacer sus sueños realidad y aprender de lo que.pars muchos era imposible
2026-04-08 16:56:24
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j.b0103
J.B :
El parque Nacional Mochima comienza desde la Playa los chivos cerca del Hotel Los Bordones Cumaná hasta parte de el estado Anzoátegui cubre ciertas playas como El saco, el faro y otras, acuérdense que es un Paque Nacional...
2026-04-24 20:30:57
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ronaldivancova
Ronald Ivan Cova :
una maravilla.. soy del parque nacional mochima.. y me iba a pasar el dia en villa majagual para relajarme después de una temporada de un fuerte trabajo.. saludos mi gente bella y un fuerte abrazo
2026-04-08 03:08:47
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mayelajaquelin
user15903666896 :
excelente mi cielo felicidades una entrevista mágica Cecilia Dios te bendiga amiga☺️
2026-04-10 21:22:35
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mayrasanchez2252
Mayra Alejandra Sanchez :
Que belleza como quisiera ir
2026-04-08 03:29:26
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josbel.pereira
Josbel Pereira :
La que realmente debería ser ministra del turismo.
2026-04-16 07:34:21
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alvaro.mendoza9441
Alvaro Mendoza :
yo bajé un poco de veces a llevar un viejo para ya
2026-04-14 18:36:34
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walter.yhap
Carmen Yhap :
que bello!!
2026-04-08 13:12:39
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yacke.la.mami
YACKE LA MAMI :
Mochima es espectacular y sus alrededores con esa naturaleza hermosa y esos pulmones de oxígeno y su inmensa vegetación cuidemos esos parques que son bellos y unico
2026-04-08 00:48:58
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yomarjrl
Yomar Rodríguez :
Cecilia y su familia son los mejores anfitriones...
2026-04-08 05:09:03
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mi_amor_aa
mi_amor_aa :
hermosa explicación Dios te bendiga
2026-04-08 13:32:07
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melg781
melg :
Que belleza ☀️
2026-04-08 04:09:15
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mariaestela679
Maryam :
cómo dan ganas de conocer, ojalá todo mejore y la mayoría de los venezolanos pueda viajar y conocer su pais
2026-04-08 10:39:45
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adolfo.velasquez355
Adolfo Velasquez :
yo he ido dos veces es maravilloso lo difrute en familia dame un presupuesto para una pareja
2026-04-19 15:58:23
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heydimorales_chef
Chef Heydi Morales :
Ceciliaaaaaaa quiero conocerte !!! que éxito la gente que siente esa pasión por su trabajo y por su oficio del alma. 👏🏻👏🏻👏🏻
2026-04-13 23:39:48
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user2154771660147
PARLEY MÁGICO :
algún día iré
2026-04-08 13:28:09
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