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... concert one Saturday evening in November at the Chapel of the Convento de Praca, the singer noticed the reflected passion of her music in Dianne’s eyes as she sat on the front row, mesmerized by the music. The connection between singer and audience member (Dianne) was so powerful that after the last number and a standing ovation, she picked out Dianne, alone among the audience members, came to her and embraced her as a fellow traveler on her ...
... booked for Monday, and Thursday we have a flight booked to Charleston. Should we leave on Sunday instead, as the weather got worse it seemed unlikely the Monday evening trains would run, and then we got the e-mail from Amtrak telling us our Monday train was, indeed, cancelled. So we now have an alternative booking on Amtrak for Wednesday, but in case that train doesn't run we have also booked a rental car so we can get to the airport on Wednesday and into a hotel ready ...
Wow, I can't believe I'll be on a plane [for nine hours, oh dear lord) in exactly 7 days! Our plane leaves at 6:55pm or some kind of exact time like that, so I would have only been on the flight for two out of the nine hours by this time right now. I'm so excited! I still have so much to do, but I can't wait! Even though ...
... arrived as I arrived. What a wonderful man who I chatted with as I continued my journey an hour north to the lovely town of New Canaan, Connecticut.
A perfect day....started with 50 cups of coffee and not a wink of sleep. But it didn't matter. I was with my family. Upon meeting my cousin Chandler, who I had only met once when he was 3, I felt an instant connection.This trip, its a lesson in family. The family Ive never known ...
... adventure out to Hart Island. He only confirmed Mike's recounts and descriptions of it.
Throughout our conversation with the bar tender, a short man with tight, sun-bronzed skin danced beside me.
"I hope you don't mind my jazz," he told me with wide excited eyes before hustling over to the juke box to feed it some bills.
"Not at all!" I replied. I love jazz. Then I heard this Kenny G stuff come on and saw the man with a smile stretching from ear-to-ear doing ...