Biar (Valencian: [biˈaɾ], Spanish: [biˈar]) is a town in the comarca of Alt Vinalopó, province of Alicante, Spain. Biar lies at the foot of the Serra de Mariola and is located 39 km from the city of Alicante.
The economy in Biar is based on manufacture, particularly dolls, and pottery.
On the origin of the name of this town there are two versions, one says that it comes from the Latin word apiarium meaning "place of bees", justifying this giving the importance that Biar had as a producer and exporter of honey , and the other says it is derived from the Arabic word (biʿar) «well» o بِئَار (biʿār) «wells»
The Moros i Cristians festival of Biar is celebrated each year from May 10 to 13.
Akureyri Airport (Icelandic: Akureyrarflugvöllur) (IATA: AEY, ICAO: BIAR) is a single-runway international airport in Akureyri, Iceland located about 3 km south of the town center. Air Iceland and Norlandair link the airport with several domestic locations.
Scheduled air travel to Akureyri started in 1928 when Flugfélag Íslands ("Airline of Iceland") began flying on seaplanes to Reykjavík, landing on the fjord of Eyjafjörður near downtown Akureyri. The airline was short-lived, as it ceased operations after only three years. Another airline, Flugfélag Akureyrar ("Airline of Akureyri"), was founded in 1937 and in 1940 it changed its name to Flugfélag Íslands, though it was in no way affiliated with its predecessor.
In 1944, Loftleiðir, started flying from Reykjavík on Grumman Goose seaplanes, which added competition to the popular route.
It was not until the early 1950s that construction of the airport itself started on top of a landfill on the delta of Eyjafjörður river, a few kilometers from the town's center. A new terminal was constructed in 1961, which was renovated in 2000 to better equip the airport for International flights.
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It seems to me
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The big country
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And you for company
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In fancy rhyme or just plain prose
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Prairie rose, Texas
Though I'm not sure
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