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... anywhere that will be more laid back, more fun, more friendly, and easier to get around than Amsterdam. You can see it in two or three days if you want. But for me, having a full week in the fall to get past all the touristy stuff, make some friends, find some funky local stuff and really experience it the way it should be experienced was worth it. Because Amsterdam is more than just the sites it contains. It’s also about the people and their ...

... way, I only went for a couple of hours before turning back. The waterfront is really nice, and very accessible on foot. There are walking trails on both sides of the harbout, so planned on doing the other side the next day. There are lots of nice expensive-looking boats in the marinas and even house boats - nice but costs about $800 Canadian to be connected to power, water, sewage, etc plus the $400,000 or so to buy one of them. If that ...

... work and real life. A place which comes out in my personality without even trying. Billy likes to tell me that my Fresno is showing. Sort of like my slip is showing, I guess. But if I've learned anything in these two Saturn cycles of my life, it is that both Fresno and Paris produce truth and beauty. And my truth today is that I'm grateful I'm headed to Paris and not Fresno!

My jet plane ...

... stops on the way, a car was passing the stopped bus and a lady ran out from the sidewalk to try and catch the bus and got hit by the passing car! She was mostly okay, but the bus driver had to stay as a witness. We had to transfer to the next bus.

At the airport we waited in the longest security line I have ever seen. It took a good hour and a half to get through ...

... to be fantastic (lots of Nancy’s guitars and both of their tour outfits from the ’70s and ‘80s). We also explored the Jimi Hendrix exhibit. Well, no. Christen explored it in depth. Bri sprawled out on a ‘60s-era couch in front of a wall of Hendrix videos, and Christen laughed really hard when she rounded the corner and saw Bri because Bri looked like she was stoned, jamming out to Hendrix. (Bri wants it noted ...

... to Honolulu, flight # 807 didnt leave till 530, so we had to collect our baggage go through customs and than re check in our baggage. We killed some time looking in the shops and before we knew it we were boarding our flight to Hawaii. The flight was around 5.5 hours, but I slept most of the way so I didnt really notice much. And before I knew it they were anncouncing out decent into Honolulu, we got to see a beautiful sunset from the plane, and once we landed at the ...

... in the darkness. We were instructed to disembark and proceed with our baggage through customs for 'questioning'. After a process similar to the one at New Jersey airport, we were asked to line up while a sniffer dog scampered excitedly between us, attempting to pick up incriminating scent. Eventually satisfied, the customs folk allowed us to re-board the bus for the pitch-black trip onward to Montreal. Montreal lit up the night sky as we ...

... to see other stuff." Other stuff for the next 2 hours was interesting to say the least. The tour started to get a little more unconventional at that point. We drove through housing developments where Ron informed us on the property value of each neighborhood and other random, useless information. He pointed out Stevenson Dorm at University of Washington which we still have no idea what importance that holds or who Stevenson is. We drove through ...

Hello, This is my first quick entry now that I got this set up. I'm in Seattle and getting ready for my trip to Europe starting on thursday. I'm still learning how to use this, but I like the map option to see where I am. I meant to do this when I went to Japan/China/Hong Kong but was lazy and never did it. Anyway, I will try to keep this updated and please e-mail about anything you see here. Thanks, -Dustin

... closed it. "Get something to eat. Get some warmer clothes, some shoes even... and for god's sake, wash your feet," he told me as we both stared down at my gruesome, battered feet, "they look terrible." We shared a laugh as I began to cry once more and he hugged me again as my tears dotted the front of his shirt. "Ok, I will. Thank you so much Tommy. You don't know what this means to me. I'll pay you back someday, I-" "Don't worry about it. You're ...