Residence Inn at The Depot
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... 8217;s Museum in St. Paul. When we were little, we used to go there all the time. My favourite birthday ever was there when I turned 4. We didn’t go to the museum to actually do most of the stuff but mainly to bring back memories. Although I have to say once I got in there, I felt like I was 4 all over again and it didn’t matter what anybody else thought!
That night we went to Cafe Latte for an old friend get ...
... down, but it hasn't yet. And for as long as I can continue this renegade dream, I will, and that...that makes me very happy.
So here's the plan: I am heading back to Iowa...by way of northern Minnesota, North Dakota, South Dakota, Wyoming, Colorado, Kansas, Missouri. Call it the scenic route.
Starting in my captor state of Minnesota, with the privilege of time, is very exciting. We've all been to Gooseberry ...
... are a real resource of Worth County. They are most delicious when cooked together and are the finest in the fall and winter months, with persimmon beer. What better feast could anyone ask for?
Make the Break!
It was time to make the break for Minneapolis. Mike saw that we were headed straight into the polar vortex. And what a cold and crazy vortex it was! We traveled through brutal wind...some rain...and of course snow. We had to overnight at a ...
My flight to Europe this time started off with one of my really good friends, Chanho, picking me up from my home and bringing me to the airport. He picked me up around 5 or so in the morning so I could make my flight at 8.. In typical Chanho fashion, he needed his coffee break so as I promised him for driving me to the airport and since my parents gave him gas money although he refused to take it, we used it to buy coffee! Now mom and dad...you know what that money really went ...
“******ned gringas!” I was surprised to hear English being spoken, in fact, it took a second to register this was English and not Spanish. “*******s!” Then the words penetrated. These were not good things to be hearing. I looked around to see where they were coming from.
A man sat on the porch of the house I was passing. He had on a blue tee shirt and wore his black hair short. In his hand was a large knife, which ...