Lambert Street Guest House
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After about 28 hours of traveling, I made it home. Saying goodbye to all my friends was difficult but I am lucky to have met all the great people I did. My last day in Viterbo, I took a few pictures just to remember Viterbo by. I had been taking so many pictures of places I traveled but rarely did I take pictures of the very place that became my home, and the place that I would miss the most. I am thankful ...
Seeing on Facebook that a few of my friends were out wine tasting... And I find out they were in Fredericksburg, TX !!! About a 4 hour drive! I invite myself! Due to my car situation--2000 Honda Civic with 260000 miles. I call Enterprise Rent a car, they stay open until I get there. I'm thrilled!!!! I go to Aledo's Football game, go home, pack.... Sleep for a bit and head down the road at ...
... for the timber", which dramatically shows a group of cowboys and vaqueros fleeing for their lives from a band of Apache warriors.
The museum also houses a great many pieces by American artists through history, and to be honest, the majority of it does nothing for me. Like I said in the title "I may not know art, but I know what I like."
... of what he saw, so who is to judge? The Warren Commission, that's who!
After this little bit of proud Texas history, the women went their own way and we gentlemen went on to a genuine American gun show. I don't care what your views on guns are, so I won't open the floor for questions and comments. The place was huge and it was full of nice things I can't afford. We were there a few hours but by the time the place was closing for the day, I ...
... If you don't find it, don't come back." With those words of encouragement, I set off for a nice walk over a little bridge.
Little did I know that the little bridge was the little bridge that crosses in to hell. Halfway across this little bridge lay a big tree. Being the intrepid adventurer that I am, I vaulted over it with the Indiana jones music echoing in my ears. This turned out to be the easy part.