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... there story and learning life lessons that I will remember forever. We went to Lyon that afternoon and settled into a hostel on top of a large hill. We arrived at 8:00PM and literally had to walk up a cobble-stoned hill for half an hour. It was quite the workout. We stayed in Lyon for two days, explored the city and had a quiet and restful weekend. Now we are travelling to Biel/Benne Switzerland. My friend Leah hooked me up with a place to stay for a couple days. Switzerland ...
... wonder who wore it and when? What was the food like or the music? It all looked pretty amazing in my mind :) Kari, I could have purchased your birthday and Christmas gifts for the rest of your life here!!! I'll be back someday, I'm sure of it. Read my book and wrote in my journal and soaked up the morning light on the Promenade. The light truly is something you have to see to believe. It's like the 4 o'clock glistening in Kincardine but all the time. When Petar and I were in Iceland ...
... the front teaching some 100 people a weird aerobic dance thing. Very Weird. When the waves started everybody cheered, and when they ended early everyone "booed". It was very very loud and the staff just looked at each other awkwardly and laughed. Finally, they turned the waves back on and the "booing" stopped. We spent the rest of the evening at home. Bye for ...
packing. Once finished, we placed it in luggage storage and we left for
our last little exploration of nice. We walked down to the beach and
along the promenade. We went down to the water over all the pebbles and
stones!! This is not a beach!! Ouch !!!!
We both put our legs in the
French riviera!! It was beautiful! Making us so excited for Cinque
Terre!!! The water is so blue and transparent! The drop off is right at
the edge though! And ...
We bid fond farewells to Feelie, Felix, Ina, and Lisa, packed up the car, and drove east. We were headed to St Paul de Vence, where Annie, Emily, and I lived a decade ago. The circuitry that so unerringly remembered The Fox and The Greyhound in Keston wasn't so tuned in to remembering the more recent and more frequently travelled roads to St Paul—both Annie and I would get little flashes of familiarity, but usually by the ...