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Travel Blogs from Treasure Beach
My new white bra is stained with curry.
Lord knows how that happened.
Anneika cried for 3 hours this morning. Loudly.
Chelseann vomited on her uniform and I was lucky winner who got to clean her up.
Radika would not put her book in her bag, Joheim’s little bottom would not stay in the little chair, and Tamecia would not stay inside the classroom.
I have ...
... ships to cross from the Pacific Ocean to the Atlantic Ocean without going all the way around the bottom of South America . We have much respect for all concerned with this project, when passing through, the shear organisation and the way the whole area is kept and with the knowledge that this Canal operates 7days a week 24 hours a day it is not too hard to see where the money goes. The whole organisation now makes a profit since the Americans passed it over to the ...
... piece, filled with church music from my Sundays at Dunsinane. In it is the sound of bongos and Althea singing “Something in My Heart.” In it are the rough days trying to get the kids to sit still long enough to make it through a prayer, and next to that are more recent days when the kids cheer when I announce that we are having Sunday School. In it is the tiny chapel at Dunsinane, ...
... out like a beacon in the dark and
heading to their impending doom.
Luuk updates me in the morning that the
street party was dispersed and cancelled due to shots being fired in
the street around midnight and that the girls were picked up by the
police and taken back to the hostel as it wasn't safe for them to be
in Down Town at that time. Silly Girls!
As writing this is ...
... stations to attend throughout the day: Gait, Balance, Upper Extremity, and Free. Carl loved the gait station because he worked on his gait on the body weight supported treadmill system. We saw improvements immediately and were so excited.
By the end of the day the patients were tired, but just like the chorus we sang this morning, "The hotta the battle, the sweeta the vicotry." Brooke had one more activity up her sleeve: Relay Races. Oh... ...