Hilton Garden Inn St. Paul/Oakdale
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Unfortunately my body clock seems to be in the pattern of waking up now at about 6:30am... But at least I went to bed early last night anyway! I had my first breakfast here in Minneapolis at my B&B. I had fruit, cereal and toast! It doesn't sound like much but I was seriously full afterwards... Marsha the Innkeeper here is really nice and the B&B itself is awesome. Super old vintage house but that's what makes it special! Unfortunately on quite a busy road but thankfully ...
... walking/biking/running trails along the river, which is nice. I think I probably ended up walking at least 8 miles on Sunday. It was fun, but I was ruined! My feet ached – I don’t think they ever ached after a marathon, so that’s saying something (it’s probably saying I need new shoes).
However, before I got back to the hotel I found the Guthrie Theater – a much-awarded regional theater based in Minneapolis. The ...
... my vocation visit hosts. Each provided me new insights in not only what they do but what I do in my vocation.
I especially want to thank George and Martina Podzimek. They were amazing hosts, had great answers to our questions and were so patient with us. They really were the beautiful bow on the big box of great surprises we had on this trip.
I also want to thank my teammates who are still at various points in Europe, ...
... an eight-hour time difference is not easy to overcome. It took me a few days to adjust back in the states and I hated nodding off to sleep at the most random times.
Anyway, how did it work?! Well let me tell you. After dropping me off at his house, I spent the day wrapping some South African gifts for my family and an even longer portion of the day wrapping a HUGE box. Complete with a big, gold bow. Once Joey arrived home ...
“******ned gringas!” I was surprised to hear English being spoken, in fact, it took a second to register this was English and not Spanish. “*******s!” Then the words penetrated. These were not good things to be hearing. I looked around to see where they were coming from.
A man sat on the porch of the house I was passing. He had on a blue tee shirt and wore his black hair short. In his hand was a large knife, which ...