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Friday, May 30, 2008
Wednesday, May 28, 2008
Blogging From Brooklyn
I have to tell you this little story. It's about Blogging from Brooklyn.
I said to my friend Zi, "Someone has been looking at my blog from Brooklyn, and I wondered who it was, then I realized it must be your daughter S."
Zi said, "No it can't be S, she doesn't even look at my blog."
So I thought OK, and then didn't think much more about it, until one day I'm sitting at my desk at work, and suddenly it hits me. It's ME! I'm looking at my blog from Brooklyn. Our corporate office is in Manhattan and our server probably routes through Brooklyn. I just laughed. Did I feel silly.
I said to my friend Zi, "Someone has been looking at my blog from Brooklyn, and I wondered who it was, then I realized it must be your daughter S."
Zi said, "No it can't be S, she doesn't even look at my blog."
So I thought OK, and then didn't think much more about it, until one day I'm sitting at my desk at work, and suddenly it hits me. It's ME! I'm looking at my blog from Brooklyn. Our corporate office is in Manhattan and our server probably routes through Brooklyn. I just laughed. Did I feel silly.
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Musing
Tuesday, May 27, 2008
Our Last Full Lazy Day at Sea, Tues. 29th April 2008
The little Prince at ease.
In the morning I decided to go to a cake decorating lesson, as it was our last full day on ship and I'd hardly been to any of these demonstrations. At least it was what I thought it would be. One morning I went to a Bridge Lesson. Now I heard about this from someone else and thought they meant a lesson about the Bridge, which would have been interesting. But no, I went to a Bridge lesson, which was totally over my head.
The boys dressed up and out and about.
In the morning I decided to go to a cake decorating lesson, as it was our last full day on ship and I'd hardly been to any of these demonstrations. At least it was what I thought it would be. One morning I went to a Bridge Lesson. Now I heard about this from someone else and thought they meant a lesson about the Bridge, which would have been interesting. But no, I went to a Bridge lesson, which was totally over my head.
We decided to pay the little extra and have a special meal at the French Bistro restuarant, which had a Polynesian theme.
I like these plates. I have a little espresso coffee set in a similar pattern.
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Travel
Monday, May 26, 2008
Blow Out While Biking
This is the bike trail, which was an old railway line. It goes for at least forty miles out of Philadelphia. Following the Schuylkill River and then the Perkiomen River. It's very nice to ride, and you can pick the trail up at various places.
Spring is so fresh, isn't that profound, but you know what I mean.
Spring is so fresh, isn't that profound, but you know what I mean.
This is the blow out I had on the way back. The inner tube blew out right through the tire. It was like someone shot my tire. A big pop and Bo and Rob, who were riding behind me, said a big spray of dust. Bo mended the inner tube, and this is what it looked like after it was pumped up. I decided to go back to a diner that was a little way back. Where I had blueberry pie and coffee. The boys came and picked me up.
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Biking
Surprise! High Tea for 35th Anniversary
Yes their girls pulled it off, it was a surprise. These are dear friends Graham and Janine. Isn't Graham such a Brit name. Graham and I have known each other since he was three and I was two. Our mums were friends. Unfortunately his mum died in her early thirties of breast cancer. When Graham was in his teens his dad married again to an American, and that's how they came over here and that's how I landed up coming over here.
The High Tea was held at a ski resort.
Friday, May 23, 2008
Lisbon, Portugal, Sat 26th April 2008
Lisbon is a beautiful city. Here are some photos entering the city along the Tejo River early in the morning and then leaving in the evening.
We rode the trolley got off at the wrong stop and found the Saturday morning market "Campo de Santa Clara". We walked to the Largo Santa Lucia, with views to the waterfront. Made our way through the Alfama area up to Saint George's Castle "Castelo de Sao Jorge", named after the patron saint of England by a Spanish King to keep his English homesick Queen happy.
Took a bus down to Praca da Figuieura, the Baixa shopping area of the old town. Had cod sandwiches for lunch, cabbage soup and beer.
Walked the mosaic stone streets and finally made our way to the Commercial Square "Praco do Commercio", by the seafront to take our shuttle back to the ship.
Sat on deck enjoying our departure back along the Tejo River and iced my feet back at the cabin. I did very much appreciate the ice suppled every day in our cabin. I put it to good use.
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Travel
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