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<title>Jottings From Journeys (Book)</title>
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<title>In Manhattan, Once More --July 8 to Aug. 2</title>
<description>NY Images-- From my daily journal--  Some of the photos in: 
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At PBI, Ned makes me laugh. There was a clowning employee at the ticket counter. Ned takes what the employee says for real. The man is joking when he says they have all the seats free and we can go...[Read Full Post]</description>
<pubDate>Mon, 03 Aug 2009 00:23:30 EDT</pubDate>
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<title>The Selva</title>
<description>Today, I&#38;#8217;m going to write about our stay in a lodge in the Ecuadorian jungle during a Christmas vacation in the early eighties. 

It wasn&#38;#8217;t that the lodge was so fantastic but it was a shock to find it inside or rather to the side of the seemingly endless rainforest, after we traversed the Andes in a small Cessna that shook and sputtered an...[Read Full Post]</description>
<pubDate>Tue, 23 Aug 2005 12:19:24 EDT</pubDate>
<link>http://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/308900</link>
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<title>Bouillabaisse</title>
<description>The other night, I made clam chowder for my son who was visiting and my husband drank a little, only out of courtesy since he hates fish soups. His face -as he drank it- brought back the memory of Bouillabaisse. 

During the seventies, with our two children we stayed in a seaside village in southern France for a couple of days where a sandy beach with ...[Read Full Post]</description>
<pubDate>Mon, 04 Oct 2004 09:57:11 EDT</pubDate>
<link>http://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/308892</link>
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<title>Amsterdam</title>
<description>Where in the world can an opera house have the bronze sculpture of a violinist sinking into the floor? Not a clue? Well, a clog is a hint. I mean the wooden clogs people wear; not that they do anymore. The answer is of course Amsterdam. 

I suspect the violinist was sinking because the city is below water level. There is a water column in the city hall...[Read Full Post]</description>
<pubDate>Mon, 19 Jul 2004 10:12:29 EDT</pubDate>
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<title>Alps: Zermatt, Bern, Lugano, Castles</title>
<description>The word Alp comes from the Celtic Alb meaning white or height. Some claim it also may come from &#38;#8220;elf&#38;#8221; meaning dark and otherworldly. Seven major European countries, plus others, split the Alps among them: Switzerland, France, Germany, Italy, Liechtenstein, Yugoslavia, and Austria. In local lexicon, Alp is the high pasture where the herds can...[Read Full Post]</description>
<pubDate>Mon, 14 Jun 2004 19:30:26 EDT</pubDate>
<link>http://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/294645</link>
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<title>Mountains</title>
<description>There are some once-seen images captured during my journeys that flash inside my mind for years. They are not photographic so much but more like sense-related and they come at me at the oddest times in spinning images until I have to shake myself to return to reality. These images are the milestones on the backdrop of thoughts, and they direct me to lite...[Read Full Post]</description>
<pubDate>Sun, 13 Jun 2004 18:53:26 EDT</pubDate>
<link>http://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/294485</link>
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<title>LONDON</title>
<description>I&#38;#8217;ve been to London three times: first, during my youth days; second in 1986; third on our way over to mainland Europe to sightsee and to attend my husband&#38;#8217;s nephew&#38;#8217;s wedding. The wedding was great, though the marriage didn&#38;#8217;t last. What lasted were the memories of a grey, cold, rainy London during late October and on our way back ...[Read Full Post]</description>
<pubDate>Sun, 13 Jun 2004 18:14:50 EDT</pubDate>
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<title>El Camino</title>
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In Spain, one thing I heard from friends that left me agape was the El Camino. Somebody once took me to a hilltop and showed me the direction from where the pilgrimage started. I listened to what they said, but didn&#38;#8217;t pay much attention to the idea at that time. Much later, I read Shirley Mac Laine&#38;#8217;s book about the excruciating voyage she m...[Read Full Post]</description>
<pubDate>Sun, 13 Jun 2004 18:10:50 EDT</pubDate>
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<title>Barcelona</title>
<description>Did you know there&#38;#8217;s a Chinatown in Barcelona? Friends said it used to be a leaf torn from the past centuries with its dirty, urine-smelling roads, call girls crouching on benches waiting for customers in front of shabby buildings, and even a black or a Moroccan lady hanging from a window, attentive to passers-by.

Yet, the Chinatown in the Gothi...[Read Full Post]</description>
<pubDate>Sun, 13 Jun 2004 18:06:34 EDT</pubDate>
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