Tag: travel
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How Not to Impress A Girl
I rowed us back, but when we got there, we were not back where we started! Somehow, I rowed us into the the wrong cove! What had I done? I was lost, but how? Was I so twitterpated by a pretty face that I lost my sense of direction? I turned the boat around and…
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A Cruise Across The Rhine
We arrived at a crossing and for eight $Euros we could cross to the other side. Heather drove her car onto the ferry, and we were soon on our way to the far shore. If we could not cruise down the Rhine, at least we could cruise across the Rhine!
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Christmas Market Blues
I was surprised by the number of Muslims attending the Christmas Market. I could tell their religion by the hijabs the women wore on their heads. In the cold, the headgear seemed like a good idea. It would keep their ears warm! The men blended in well with the Europeans around them. I guess everybody…
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Temptations Galore Inside The Door
Our daughter told us to wait inside a nearby Chocolatier while she found a parking place. Instead, we tried to tough it out and endure the dreary weather outside. Above us, an cloudy sky threatened us with snow or rain, even spitting a splattering of precipitation, now and then, to let us know it was…
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A Castle For Milady
We drove across the border into Switzerland this morning. Our first stop was Altenklingen Castle. I had heard about this fortification since my “courtin’ days” with Jackie Jackson back in 1982 and ‘83. Her family lineage can be traced back to the builder of the present citadel.
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Over-The-Hill In Europe 2
We ordered two pieces of Black Forest Cake, one for JJ and Heather to share and a whole piece for me! If I was going to sin, and indulge in white sugar and wheat flour, I would sin big! To exacerbate my offence, authentic meant that the kitchen would drizzle cherry schnapps over the slice…
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On The Road Again
They were a good-natured group on men, laughing, and joking with each other, and throwing insults at the highlanders walking along the road! There was a bit of prejudice and sometimes not so friendly rivalry between lowlanders, those who were there first, and highlanders. The latter were migrating into the jungle by the thousands, leaving…
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Foster’s Folly
We refilled our backpacks with the stuff in our little two-day bundles. I was asked to set the pace and lead the way back to Port. I paused and gave a final look around our campsite and down the river. On the sandbar, way downstream where Matt had abandoned it, was the canoe we had…
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The End Of The Road
With fits of laughter breaking his narrative, Miguel told us about a highland man who moved into the jungle and began cutting down the rain forest to make a chaco, a farm. It was really hot work, and at the end of the day the man decided to take a bath in the creek. Soap…
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