Mainstay Suites Dubuque

... and grow strong and in good shape.<br>*for my parents as they run a strange house (yes, my house is strange!) and run around in a strange city (it's changed a lot since my mom went to college here 55 years ago!)<br>*For Daniel, Rosana and Samuel in their various studies and Abby (Daniel's wife) to grow immune to all those pre-school colds and other fun germs in the air at the school where she works.<br><br>Thank you so much.<br>Love,<br>Jim and Sharon<br>

... Nate had to check in straight away as they were heading off for their honeymoon. Alicia seemed to have some trouble with the ticket machine but got there in the end (I had my share of trouble later in the week). We grabbed some photos, traded hugs and then Alicia and Nate had to disappear through security. Four years of not seeing her and it was all over in four days. Mark and Kym had only a couple of hours before they left and I had to hit the road so it was goodbyes to them ...

... Catherine at Globeaware told me on my way to Machu Picchu they have a lot of pick pocketers. I know I will be ok, but it makes me think. I am really excited to see Jose - it has been almost 10 years. I am excited to spend time with the kids. I am excited. So I head to my last day of work. I also have a bunch to do. But tomorrow I go. Here I come Peru.<br>

Memphis, TN to Dubuque, Iowa<br><br>Next morning got in some early morning hiking and managed to get access to some beautiful areas that were just getting the morning sun. Got back in the Xterra and drove to the other side of the park that borders the Mississippi to find the starting of the Black Eye Susan&#8217;s. This is also a great stopping point for a number of butterflies as they head southward over the border.<br><br ...

LOCATION: Dubuque Arboretum and Botanical Gardens, 3800 Arboretum Dr. | 6:30pm | No Admission<br><br><br>(Enter from the west on Hwy. 20. Go to stoplight with Olive Garden on right. Turn left on JFK Road. Proceed through town two miles. Turn right on 32nd Street, left on Arboretum Drive. Enter Arboretum to south side.)<br><br>RAIN SITE: Hempstead High School

... who not only saved me from the dogs but also taught me many life lessons I will never forget. Then there is Vicky, the American that came to the island years ago, who has devoted her life to helping the village thrive. But it is my Costa Rican family that taught me more than they will ever know. There is the mother Salen, Jeremy (11) and Kendrie (9). They lived in one room together in the house I stayed in. Each ...

Well another day and another day away from my head. It was better, but I am still not back to normal mentality. How does this work. How do I go to another country and be and then come home and go back to normal. Because for me normal seems like a thing of the past. I keep thinking about that Google logo, with ...

... cried to her about this weird feeling. She wanted me to explain it. I said it is just very hard. She said maybe I should write about what I am feeling. She said that this is the experience I needed for me. And that maybe I found the real JIll. She said I need to process it all. But how really does someone process it. I don't know how to do it. I don't know maybe I am realizing that I am not content - maybe I need more than ...

... from fixing high school and municipal buildings- building sea turtle nurseries and butterfly, orchid and dart frog sanctuaries- improve sports fields- clean beaches and build watchtowers- along with any other tasks in order to better the village. This will be the biggest adventure in my life as I have never traveled outside of the US and I am doing this with a group of complete strangers. That is why I want to bring you with me. You might be saying, Jill you're going to ...

... waters. The air becomes thick and muggy. My clothes are damp with sweat. The jungle floor is nothing more than a swamp and I can sense the beady eyes of the caimans and crocodiles watching me, intently. My surroundings become filled with noise. The screech of a parrot soaring high above the invisible canopy; the cat-like growl of a territorial male howler monkey; the low pitched plunge of a crocodile, as it slowly dips under the water and disappears into the shadows of ...