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Travel Blogs from Capitola
The Joy of Packing!
... entry visas for Vietnam. I’ve decided to take a backpack, which makes figuring out what to take and not take a scientific endeavor. My plan is to only take things that I would be okay leaving behind in case I have too much weight or want to trade the space for new things. I can imagine that by the end of the trip I will have replaced most of my clothes with trinkets and special things from this region, but who knows? My techno garbage weighs the most ...
Cara at Home again
... our relationship is any worse for the wear. Elmo the Lovebird turned out to be the perfect traveling pet – mostly quiet while we were on the road, a happy camper and made new friends easily. He was the center of attention whenever there were young girls around – a special standout with the 7-10 year old contingency. Alan adapted to life on the road like a fish to water and although we are both very fond of our own space, I think we did a good job not annoying ...
Capitola to Tampa!
... like having grandkids – come visit during the best times and go home when the weather turns ugly.
Flight went well - a short stop at Bush International in Houston and I was on my way to Tampa. And then…just as we were beginning our decent… is that rain?
That’s rain alright, hard rain. And cold.
My daughter picked me up around 10.15pm and we made our way south ...
Busy day!
... near the street we needed. Had to run back to the car for my rain jacket as it started to drizzle again and then began to rain in earnest. We ducked under cover for a couple of minutes but the cloudburst was soon over and the skies began to clear. Didn't see rain again all day!
The walking tour was somewhat interesting with stops at several old adobe buildings that had been homes, stores, a courthouse, the town hall, a jail and California's first movie ...
Epilogue
... have their own life, adapted and modified to make the most of a burgeoning tourist economy, and yet, strangely they stay true to being Bedouin. They will let the white tourist lady (me) come into their circle while they drink tea and sit on haunches over the fire, but their own women still wear a veil and make food and trinkets and keep children and stay quiet and stay out.
No one knows how many Bedouin are in ...