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... to the carrots that had suddenly appeared at his feet.
Sometime later I began to worry that too many carrots eaten all at once might not have been good for him and dreaded finding him the next day at the side of the road with his legs up in the air and was most relieved to find him in excellent health in his usual spot!
During one of our excursions to town, we met a guy, Stan (the Man) an expat from Cuenca who stopped us in town to chat for an hour, then came to coffee with ...
... gently swing in the wind. We thought they looked cool so we headed to her home just outside of Vilcabamba surrounded by green hills in a a private, peaceful setting. We were first greeted by Dorothy's 9 month old Alsation Tiko who is lying in front of me as I write this. He is adorable and I'm sure you'll hear more about him in the blogs to come. Dorothy is a very kind and friendly ...
... 100,000 or a million or several million a year that money that could have circulated through many hands.
Another observation I have to make re the economy is the high cost to send parcels out of the country.
(You can take the boy (me) out of management consulting (a former career) but you can’t take the consulting out of the boy.)
I spoke with a person who had mailed a parcel containing a blanket at a cost of $40.00 to the U S. Two months ...
... when he can’t find gambling; been with a half a dozen different women; likes to travel; laughs a lot; has immense trouble with politicians; interested in everything under the Sun; would take a space ship to another planet, and on and on. We are not twins of course, we’re different in a lot of ways and it was good he moved on this morning as a week or more together would likely have been too much. But all in all a lot of fun. Wry sense of humor.
... the passion for AV and loves to teach. Hm.
The ceremonies and yagayas begin the morning of the 21st in India – the evening of the 20th in North America. As usual I am up and down and all over the town like the proverbial yoyo. (More to follow on this topic.)
On the 21st, Saturday, I take a bus tour of the city beginning at 11 o'clock. The bus is a two story affair, modern and comfortable. The sun is blistering ...