Creek Crossing Farm
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I love grapes. Grapes taste like happiness and comfort and sunshine. I managed to find fresh grapes in Terminal B and I am super excited about it. This flight is working out significantly better than I had originally expected it to.
I suppose that instead of babbling about grapes I should go back to the beginning and explain why the grapes have me so jazzed up.
I've been monitoring the weather report for the last two days, and every ...
... are never the same as my goals for teaching. With teaching, I usually start the year with goals like, "Make time for tutoring," "Use Edline more frequently" (always fail there), and "Grade for at least one hour every night" (fail there as well). But with OxTrad my goals are a little different, and most of them involve reminding myself to maintain some semblance of a healthy human lifestyle while I'm there and not retreat into a ...
... am concerned about my weight or I could eat that for breakfast every day!
I was only able to extend my checkout to noon. When I returned to the room, I finished my packing and waited. I stalled because my flight to Frankfurt, Germany departed at 21:55. My stalling ended at about 11:30 with the arrival of my taxi.
It always amazes me how expensive it is to take a taxi ...
... only about 15 miles. The falls consists of a series of cascades totaling about 76 feet in height with a huge volume of water. We had a nice panoramic view of the falls from the overlook, but it was from a distance. Visitors are not allowed off the wooden viewing platform for a closer look. It was also quite crowded, so we got a few pictures and then headed back. We had forgotten to pick up lunch, so ...
... Emmett, Jason, Luciana, Angela, Andrea and I did all we could short of pimping ourselves out. And after nearly an hour, we caught two cabs. Andrea and I joined a guy and his son who were from St. Louis in one cab. The others jumped in the other. The rain was pouring and the streets were certainly flooding. But Andrea and I were certainly dismayed when the cab driver refused to take us right up to the entrance claiming that the water was ...