I had quite a bit of behind the scenes scheduling for our flight but I got everything done, I'm looking forward to Perth Bar-Street Art. Definitely will be kicking myself in the butt, flying with a hang-over wasn't the brightest thing to do.
And we're headed for a sunset excursion on a catamaran a barbecue dinner and unlimited wine. Thank goodness these caloric meals aren't going to show on our hips.
We need to compare pictures when we get back to the hotel. Maybe we can get a spread in National Geographic?
I thought about going to the hot springs but I read some reviews that said the hike down was hard and getting out required crawling over rocks. Don't worry Lyn I was first to board, too tried to eat I just took a bottle to my room.
I agree with you, I was starving too. Do you think there's something in the thermal water that makes people extra hungry. I know one glass of wine and I felt pretty tipsy.
I'm with you Carly, knowing there is only a pipe to the surface isn't comforting at all. I'm too claustrophobia to be underground. All I can think of his that childhood verse, the worms crawl in, the worms crawl out, in your stomach and out your mouth and panic consumes me.
Hey, I did a whole blog entry on that town not too long ago. Glad to have the name's translation confirmed; I wasn't sure if the BBC was having a laugh.
I read Schindler's Ark and I watched the movie both were equally disturbing. The images I imagined as I read were thousands times worse seeing the movie. My neurosurgeon I had in Maine was a child survivor of Auschwitz, he lost his father and brother there.
February 3
Today is the anniversary of my father's passing. He had a heart attack while in the terminal cancer ward at Toronto's Princess Margaret Hospital. I was 12. He was 44. That was 41 years ago. I have picked a couple of songs that always play at my heartstrings and bring tears to my eyes.
The first is Luther Vandross: Dance With My Father Again.
The second is Dan Fogelberg: Leader of the Band
When I first heard this song I was 12 or 13. I was taking guitar lessons. My Dad was not musically inclined, but the song spoke to me. The line: 'his blood runs through my instrument' reminds me that his blood runs through me and I am his living legacy. It was something that kept me going through those not kind teenage years.
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