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Travel Blogs from Canterbury
... New York on the way to Mexico)
8. Go to Barbados/Bahamas/Bali
9. Visit Bondi beach
10. Cinema with dinner
11. Jazz show with dinner
12. Eat in a Michelin star restaurant
13. Learn to meditate
14. Be a Size 10 ✅ (I made it to a size 8 with lots of help from my bootcamp group and from a low carb diet – see photos below!)
15. See northern lights
16. Visit an ice hotel
17. Learn to cook Thai ...
... and a little more philanthropic one day. For now my work and study should keep me out of trouble. As for the travel, our most amazing feat has been to reduce our entire lives into two backpacks and two microwave sized boxes. Before the great purge Dorette and I filled a two bedroom flat with our belongings. It's confirmed what I already knew - we over consume. That's damaging on many levels, not least the ...
... a piece of Juicy Fruit gum on his desk every day would be his sweetheart for always. 58 years later he still won't fall asleep at night without kissing her goodnight. Then Grandma and Grandpa; she waited anxiously on the home front for him to return safely from war. She passed the day before their 62nd anniversary, and every single one of those 62 years he wrote her a poem to express his eternal love for her that bridges the space between life and death.
So maybe I'm ...
... play, every joke was based on some British reference. Things and people that I had never heard of. And if I haven't heard of them, I'm sure that French children between the ages of 7 and 16 with very little English had heard of them either. Haven, Gage, and I bailed after the first act and wandered around the shops.
Then, it was immediately back to the buses and back to France and we were home by 11pm.
... for parking. I spun on my hell and ran up the steps to go back into the gift shop. Disaster struck! SPLAT! SMASH! OOF! The toe of my sandal caught the top step and I went flying.. I hit the very old, very hard slate floor, knocking the wind out of myself and....horrors....smashing the bottle of ginger wine which then soaked me. I smelled like a tavern! Dazed, I lay there trying to catch my breath. The people who worked there were lovely. Then I became aware that my left arm was ...