tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-287977512024-03-23T18:42:42.944+01:00Really Deep ThoughtsJennhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00462317208868975599noreply@blogger.comBlogger98125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28797751.post-66415249416378915242011-07-10T18:43:00.006+02:002011-07-10T20:26:07.424+02:00Belize<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvNc4kqtWOFHBvC31Um4uMixTkGIi2KCFKKu0gVWYC53FyujMpCHHl4ZNvWktpYwJIKW6G7SdAoLD1AwTXuQrnfEumkKYbP7Zw13Da3sNJsCOR_I-I4ITWPMrUWAvwlQiz6phwJw/s1600/IMG_1750.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvNc4kqtWOFHBvC31Um4uMixTkGIi2KCFKKu0gVWYC53FyujMpCHHl4ZNvWktpYwJIKW6G7SdAoLD1AwTXuQrnfEumkKYbP7Zw13Da3sNJsCOR_I-I4ITWPMrUWAvwlQiz6phwJw/s320/IMG_1750.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627791117699429570" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Last week, I had a week off, so I headed to one of the Belizean Cayes (Keys), Caye Caulker for a few days of sun, snorkelling and gluttonous lobster eating.</div><div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5ck-FyXbx1xnCH3deFplyCjoOb2ecSjk_UFH0rsz3HvtsoD50HSDiRWbnXiraOtDCKDW9hlxaFpgtGvsCnOrCsGEUbEWooOJIZQU0D91c7QjMPNmBLP9XG41cLLfT3arteAd61Q/s320/IMG_1765.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627776295448845986" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-kSbYbkLIyTwZvlhP6EFUreap_dOqNcVPHv7BtH19_k3bvM570k5qbU1SgDo4c9118VrVL6NdCMMnlesOGM_wvQ7BPHsqqPf1N12MANFT2ZoJz1WA-diIvvZXn-yb8M9qkZ-DGw/s320/IMG_1741.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627772673109700034" />I happened to be going the weekend of Lobster Fest. All you need to know about Lobster fest is that there is fresh lobster all weekend for breakfast, lunch and dinner. A lobster dinner on lobster fest weekend is 10-15 bucks. I met a Norwegian couple who were eating lobster every single day of their 5 week trip. These are good vacation goals.<br /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjo6F3GV-InvJA4HgRFcm4LaEfgnBNJbYJafyumuBAGtwGMQ0TH-fJObKex3MNtNrYNkLpDYynEae1m8uqzFFrMX6RkPXvXMrZe7heFROGccQDB-bkAeFBrRO01EWt0uRv1hfyD6w/s320/IMG_1742.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 148px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627772680666862066" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkxDxdgUWhfy7kxF5b7dN0rc1mrRQ3TNmDXhyphenhyphen_OheVoSmS-Y3I1VQB7EXRAiU_qqhGQgvxSJm3TNjenZMy_OVtbdUMUfp5PwcM6x5Miv2AXRp6sYj_8DDbnR1sUbddowwmgOtG4A/s320/IMG_1748.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 163px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627776277364769314" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhB9yKd18ivoZR5PdD_iCLNg6FVMdjfF5Qza_ZhB2EIzUsqj0V5IiTjvWK63ey1hdbukZfbPCz9pU0vZcsVBgigNJC6hgK3875ukEkOYNsUwVyo1mAWDy2TdLdspUMktxhvkaYGVA/s320/IMG_1759.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627776282501720962" />Even after all the travelling I've done by myself and all the times I've been ripped off, I will still continue to get ripped off. All part of the experience. When I got to the island, I took a golf cart taxi into town (there are only 5 trucks on the mile long island) and got duped into staying at a "5-star hotel" that ended up having ant-ridden beds. Now I've stayed in some seedy places but I draw the line at ants in my bed. I did verify that they weren't bedbugs and I sprayed my whole bed with bug spray. This kept them at bay all night and then I met a girl staying at Yuma's, one of the hostels and crashed there. Nicest hostel in which I have ever stayed. Above is a picture of our porch, complete with swings and hammocks.<br /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDd3ymxDumYPOU7mJanuJr7teC4VtzaLqvk8H9t1Mjvqd9cwinl6PvSTK_3IHyoEpTNi5OERA0dTQwEq11Lpx5aZMPzN2iTiY_dKwbQxVtKYpiakUwM4rJSXgeyWVpZGY5QkoD_w/s320/IMG_1745.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627776268464613698" />Seeing as I generally make an ass out of myself and least once or twice in a foreign country, snorkelling was my big chance. I did a half day trip out to the Hol Chan Marine Reserve and Shark-Ray Alley. Shark-Ray Alley is exactly what it sounds like. The boat pulls up to a shallow area and is swarmed by sting rays and nurse sharks. The guide tells everyone to just hop in. Riiiight. It took me a really long time to get in the water. The guide was like, hey American girl, get in the damn sea already. And then he held my hand, like I was 4, and I swam with the sharks and rays. The sting rays that we swam with don't have a lethal sting, it probably wouldn't feel great but it wouldn't hurt you. The nurse sharks don't give one iota that you're around. Both allow you to reach out and touch them since they're so accustomed to obnoxious tourists. Petting a stingray was akin to petting a cat; they seemed to enjoy it.<br /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZe1S6DYM6BPUNHfAppicSks9XqFyojnVG9ZK6HYERD9A5l2x05XyXPVQIoa5_EnpG8001RpNWfNkAw4BQ21SYX3UdmZsFJypk-31aRJ63jELXDTsLkObxnhKhI6b5UkeloXMOBA/s320/IMG_1763.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627776293088809906" /><div style="text-align: center;">The Water Taxi</div><div style="text-align: center;">I took a water taxi back to the mainland to catch my flight instead of taking the 5 minute Tropic Air flight to the airport. I've never taken a water taxi. Shortly after we pushed off, a pretty decent storm came through. We couldn't see much - an IFR day on the Caribbean. Water was running in through the windows, everyone from outside had to pack inside. Hot, stuffy and wet - I felt like I was immigrating. It was great and more importantly, really cheap.</div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8Puyv3XAQ1vNBuqK2D6bpBjVEJi3RhPSwFxv9gm6IiM_9CguFBLwOlZDCviq6f_TlndxbGG7cEQDsxXhVEabMvs_DNivKT5tftLSHLjClbcEIlNOyODhdE7-n6NNL38h3EqyDEw/s1600/IMG_1731.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8Puyv3XAQ1vNBuqK2D6bpBjVEJi3RhPSwFxv9gm6IiM_9CguFBLwOlZDCviq6f_TlndxbGG7cEQDsxXhVEabMvs_DNivKT5tftLSHLjClbcEIlNOyODhdE7-n6NNL38h3EqyDEw/s320/IMG_1731.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627772663709069586" /></a>Down at the 'Split' you'll find the Lazy Lobster...THE place to be during the day. They even have picnic tables in the sea in case you want to cool down and drink your rum punch at the same time.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtLgETnPHBMrgRcELWxpPbKoRsjWRh-0Akiwifziuw5HITYN6pd9iho9jXRiCgvxHEVgQkC-uuGHnyNuunxDm9fK8pmK5nwDpWw_ta0_-XmHu7w3bKAGNHE6NqedyXHMOVAVRS0w/s1600/IMG_1732.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 280px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtLgETnPHBMrgRcELWxpPbKoRsjWRh-0Akiwifziuw5HITYN6pd9iho9jXRiCgvxHEVgQkC-uuGHnyNuunxDm9fK8pmK5nwDpWw_ta0_-XmHu7w3bKAGNHE6NqedyXHMOVAVRS0w/s320/IMG_1732.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627772652993990770" /></a>In 1961, Hurricane Hattie rolled through and split the island in two. Hence, the name "the Split" for the northern end of the island.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBggfDvj2wAyt6Lty7FRL3i40v2cEsuO15KeRUEWid6JIiZp3Uq7ftek-TV1FkkaVIfIxNXYo14lxqQPLE_bYgDvt3UreSVhi7MI7aU4kF-D_ZhzL6vTKEr3IdBvMfn_qh2iAZzw/s1600/IMG_1729.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBggfDvj2wAyt6Lty7FRL3i40v2cEsuO15KeRUEWid6JIiZp3Uq7ftek-TV1FkkaVIfIxNXYo14lxqQPLE_bYgDvt3UreSVhi7MI7aU4kF-D_ZhzL6vTKEr3IdBvMfn_qh2iAZzw/s320/IMG_1729.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627772643804157282" /></a><div>The most important thing to remember when visiting Caye Caulker is to slow down. They have signs posted all around and if those aren't enough to keep you in a torpid state, then the locals will surely remind you. When I was walking down the street, a local lounging on the sand looked at me and said, hey hey slow down. I was embarrassed, so I started walking like I had a small child at my side and didn't speed up until I got back to Cleveland.</div></div>Jennhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00462317208868975599noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28797751.post-11041086776435226542009-07-21T01:36:00.002+02:002009-07-21T01:51:48.317+02:00Lily Flies<iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dwOqCuQK_N40DBG0Gvdep1l6q2UUbaup2gHLhhHImHmw_KXgmND5uhiG24TEZJWX79KS_SK4gE19lU' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe>Jennhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00462317208868975599noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28797751.post-86198862727629545292009-06-08T11:45:00.009+02:002009-06-08T14:03:17.111+02:00Weekend in Ardèche<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMU5p7QrxwzJZb_c_mRVARNV0_lPblowBHWuxV1I87QA7AqAsGuzNnB26tvqFUV7DbmiLraJQFYqWI9EueTo0HvYfmHir_hpf-M6JlQljI5-ArQmTxZg-mcSpqonSwVe2B2rCX4g/s1600-h/Drome+Ardeche+026.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMU5p7QrxwzJZb_c_mRVARNV0_lPblowBHWuxV1I87QA7AqAsGuzNnB26tvqFUV7DbmiLraJQFYqWI9EueTo0HvYfmHir_hpf-M6JlQljI5-ArQmTxZg-mcSpqonSwVe2B2rCX4g/s320/Drome+Ardeche+026.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344893227365602418" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMU5p7QrxwzJZb_c_mRVARNV0_lPblowBHWuxV1I87QA7AqAsGuzNnB26tvqFUV7DbmiLraJQFYqWI9EueTo0HvYfmHir_hpf-M6JlQljI5-ArQmTxZg-mcSpqonSwVe2B2rCX4g/s1600-h/Drome+Ardeche+026.jpg">Last weekend we stayed in Ardèche at our friend's parent's vacation house. Ardèche is the stereotypical French countryside and it's as beautiful as it's made out to be. There is abundant climbing BUT we also had abundant thunderstorms so we did what you always do on a weekend with friends - Eat ! And eat we did. </a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijodFIBWostVIHvdbVPtG0GnPYVNFQzYH45C9XU3JfOIkyED9zEEbT5DdjjZtFd7PbDQKqXuyw9niNU68k124ZyqiNH9p-gpfRn8wXP9r8hyLfJaiYr6h1eSooOeHmGjqtyYDmcg/s1600-h/Drome+Ardeche+022.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijodFIBWostVIHvdbVPtG0GnPYVNFQzYH45C9XU3JfOIkyED9zEEbT5DdjjZtFd7PbDQKqXuyw9niNU68k124ZyqiNH9p-gpfRn8wXP9r8hyLfJaiYr6h1eSooOeHmGjqtyYDmcg/s320/Drome+Ardeche+022.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344894207537174322" border="0" /></a>Winner 2009 - Sandbox with Best View<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKRHvIK3UB-NYEoUgbrAY_Dl3eiEpywrQapPK9UrNi5kbCotwZUpz2wSIbLBUuiTp4PIbuuMfrOi7ptjwrB1hR-5hhyLRFIhkxAvRy2QkDUE5frwOOQOUZJrlmr9dRzg-g_jzdaA/s1600-h/Drome+Ardeche+027.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKRHvIK3UB-NYEoUgbrAY_Dl3eiEpywrQapPK9UrNi5kbCotwZUpz2wSIbLBUuiTp4PIbuuMfrOi7ptjwrB1hR-5hhyLRFIhkxAvRy2QkDUE5frwOOQOUZJrlmr9dRzg-g_jzdaA/s320/Drome+Ardeche+027.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344893233967547202" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8eaNJq0qKi3Se9wuf8H6tej1CkWIPiARSQ1SzlUI3Ngbi2c16ZjAUMGN8o155giqs6IHkz_Ri8RVSBz35ZRSXxJJMP_pv7mLnaLaQjIZ9HAkZnZA7ahssD5XRDCaHMpgejqwlfA/s1600-h/Drome+Ardeche+029.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8eaNJq0qKi3Se9wuf8H6tej1CkWIPiARSQ1SzlUI3Ngbi2c16ZjAUMGN8o155giqs6IHkz_Ri8RVSBz35ZRSXxJJMP_pv7mLnaLaQjIZ9HAkZnZA7ahssD5XRDCaHMpgejqwlfA/s320/Drome+Ardeche+029.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344893235439787970" border="0" /></a><br />Prepping for dessert...pitting the cherries for clafoutis aux cerises. The lovely Marina was quite the cherry pitter but soon realized that eating the cherries was a bit more interesting than just pitting them. The cherries were freshly picked by a couple who has cherry trees...yum. You'll notice her high class earrings. In France, this is what you do with cherries when you're little...you find a pair of cherries, hang them over your ear and then waltz around like you're wearing 5 carat diamonds. <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEil1wPLWpaxi-wecwcdB3od9PYIIknCLt0iaC3CIMoUSNiUHtkhXqKRpFnopWFjQ3qa2kkHP6al8nGYmR_rV0iRukU5GjWkGmNTw3L0Q4FybyAPYoLQdNOzEiXHhOqkPZB-AxJSGg/s1600-h/Drome+Ardeche+035.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEil1wPLWpaxi-wecwcdB3od9PYIIknCLt0iaC3CIMoUSNiUHtkhXqKRpFnopWFjQ3qa2kkHP6al8nGYmR_rV0iRukU5GjWkGmNTw3L0Q4FybyAPYoLQdNOzEiXHhOqkPZB-AxJSGg/s320/Drome+Ardeche+035.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344893241922793186" border="0" /></a>Just your average lavender field...<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNTYHnNe5oZzgBJriyjYZgfz7HG1Owy7SCotIi0sSEfUwEp9jpAcvQfZkjq1NcmBvuxrBXjQ_e3OXSFHvQkK8tend6JZX_nihL5yg5qOAv_ZyXLy4Nc-PvR7xol09MLtYsKTiz-A/s1600-h/Drome+Ardeche+036.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNTYHnNe5oZzgBJriyjYZgfz7HG1Owy7SCotIi0sSEfUwEp9jpAcvQfZkjq1NcmBvuxrBXjQ_e3OXSFHvQkK8tend6JZX_nihL5yg5qOAv_ZyXLy4Nc-PvR7xol09MLtYsKTiz-A/s320/Drome+Ardeche+036.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344893222736929154" border="0" /></a>Taking a walk the easy way.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEWhspxZfpvRW3TENuOneLyh6IWwt2cLYX9Y2iRqLji55JlbBPLzYLK36GGpMKuUsLpKnxtEJBywAN_b17QYnQVkgO7SX7cmpMl-9BkAqKpFG-a7L6-QYtTdwOyG07gG64cpO5jA/s1600-h/Drome+Ardeche+038.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEWhspxZfpvRW3TENuOneLyh6IWwt2cLYX9Y2iRqLji55JlbBPLzYLK36GGpMKuUsLpKnxtEJBywAN_b17QYnQVkgO7SX7cmpMl-9BkAqKpFG-a7L6-QYtTdwOyG07gG64cpO5jA/s320/Drome+Ardeche+038.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344896500941400370" border="0" />Playing in the lavender</a>Jennhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00462317208868975599noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28797751.post-89430414245677819772008-10-07T03:14:00.004+02:002008-10-07T03:43:19.500+02:00The Wedding...Katie finally gets hitched (c'est l'argot pour marié)!!! Et maintainent vous pouvez voir une cérémonie nuptiale americaine.<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254215215218974482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgf5W7de-cEvHzTvyZnFiJ7T79vO77mTr3nXTnoPWbi_dfHfBgiCkg4F6-54-09LPOaDRuwNYFbU7YPsaZaRyoCJUZtq5npWGg8lh8gBWheIfGxak1IHau7CRZBZ-XNTgSHussqwg/s320/arm+wrestling.jpg" border="0" />Les mariés dans un bras de fer. Pas très classique héhé...mais ils sont MES amis <br />::La plus jolie robe de mariée::<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254215217222557202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8vmZjx5LBEvb7nOYssyjyu76vewCYyy88mDh3w6sh4u02bVijVEy-uI7ex43xTyUwf49tK_7SxxON9HRXuFN3Px89QSdGw3FaWjeXGhb_mYlky0VnjAu4m2Oi-MR9m2vmAfwt-Q/s320/back+of+dress.jpg" border="0" />Et nous: moi et Alicia, la plus folles filles du mariage...<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254215583092281618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_UowRD3ztiRn0bf2cIftw0p8OcPogEIlnkftXcbd6HC8jGF5hSB9UmK-YJgb_2uB40lYN2zf_UUDBGS43jQr89Q6gBNr69LyzBQblb9BrsjgH-EnchYG8Cp8_PFXOcqHlcINrnQ/s320/strike+a+pose.jpg" border="0" />Avec la mariée...<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254215216108043570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhISaoB6jUB1ALqvA7URKS4O_WerXyBzFCzAO9LG4x-eKeXuK_S8msgpM8L9c_IwQlR_61g_SGxDGEK7EvpK5uY5zArARjfA0GMScUQ3thlWo7ULVpCFpnFBhatZo9AHQqBbQtLDQ/s320/Katie+Alicia+Jenn.jpg" border="0" />Et voilà...la preuve que c'est toujours le bon moment à faire l'escalade.<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254215588084065970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIcTalpNj81HjH3fOQZwau1RiLjxiS4D168Vkf_XQ3pB074_ShhhxX15L_Li5lj0uJC3Xg9MuViFbEvdsEFN9TUjhyphenhyphen3hfduitV_u6odgS0PFMNET4aUE-1OpH3H_aR7Ey06grDcw/s320/climbing.jpg" border="0" /><br /><div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div>Jennhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00462317208868975599noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28797751.post-8504203427820511632008-09-28T01:55:00.005+02:002008-09-28T02:30:11.497+02:00La Vie aux USA<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIdad6v6CgJ0r7hbck-A25GEIzEVPtf_JhNYYdCg8iaXBaqQghBnoPGaFO1fZDLPTCCqEiB5udcGalj-bAXRvMF-F8ioobWE35QNOTiL372gPxygWiFCP7Qrv9_HpoPu5zcENhuA/s1600-h/Mike's+First+lead.JPG">Ca fait super longtemps depuis le dernier poste ! J'ai qq photos d'escalade et de ma visite avec Sandra et Pierre qui ont fait une apparition aux USA pendant qq semaines.</a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiynIL6rS45jEbQYY5BVKjrePyNQRyiD8PUbMfLH_cRJWK8MhYC7l8fjUgGwzaiAJraSM_4XH7ZgLfwhMu3wZQoZvD9vZIes-63NBNEOwvMZsYAQd5q5EeYNZfnZh-jyWzAXVY1Kw/s1600-h/Jenn+Good+Book.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiynIL6rS45jEbQYY5BVKjrePyNQRyiD8PUbMfLH_cRJWK8MhYC7l8fjUgGwzaiAJraSM_4XH7ZgLfwhMu3wZQoZvD9vZIes-63NBNEOwvMZsYAQd5q5EeYNZfnZh-jyWzAXVY1Kw/s320/Jenn+Good+Book.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250858098952206706" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIdad6v6CgJ0r7hbck-A25GEIzEVPtf_JhNYYdCg8iaXBaqQghBnoPGaFO1fZDLPTCCqEiB5udcGalj-bAXRvMF-F8ioobWE35QNOTiL372gPxygWiFCP7Qrv9_HpoPu5zcENhuA/s1600-h/Mike's+First+lead.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIdad6v6CgJ0r7hbck-A25GEIzEVPtf_JhNYYdCg8iaXBaqQghBnoPGaFO1fZDLPTCCqEiB5udcGalj-bAXRvMF-F8ioobWE35QNOTiL372gPxygWiFCP7Qrv9_HpoPu5zcENhuA/s320/Mike's+First+lead.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250858365590732834" border="0" /><span style="cursor: pointer;" onclick="'dr4sdgryt(event,">au-dessus: </span>mon ami, Mike, qui a fait sa premiere voie en tete...</a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgENbi7XXBg2S0fV0uenykCDmChODbgW9EbYlS4lveUAwwS84BURpyQCkALe0-LncwGoCngfcN6aqYEt5F8ntKz-Ri9drckiJE_SD-Ugl5OU8eUgKhkr29aE0QAHJai0RiPqHGb8w/s1600-h/Jenns+Pics+006.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgENbi7XXBg2S0fV0uenykCDmChODbgW9EbYlS4lveUAwwS84BURpyQCkALe0-LncwGoCngfcN6aqYEt5F8ntKz-Ri9drckiJE_SD-Ugl5OU8eUgKhkr29aE0QAHJai0RiPqHGb8w/s320/Jenns+Pics+006.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250858103901088402" border="0" /></a>EMILIE, ma nouvelle <span style="cursor: pointer;" onclick="'dr4sdgryt(event,">partenaire d'escalade. Elle est SUPER forte !! holala...</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoSL_ZiO7GKwsvaNSnLPt2Cik1hKQbweFwmKXrF-5ieCBcUHKbI3Lfo9EWG7dI1KruXHW4AR12LiRFyjQTQ9_K3wtN-fFqfydsNlwnVpS38jFgmkFsZfOTQkLnhs9hPbg8rhUFMw/s1600-h/Emilie.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoSL_ZiO7GKwsvaNSnLPt2Cik1hKQbweFwmKXrF-5ieCBcUHKbI3Lfo9EWG7dI1KruXHW4AR12LiRFyjQTQ9_K3wtN-fFqfydsNlwnVpS38jFgmkFsZfOTQkLnhs9hPbg8rhUFMw/s320/Emilie.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250857541635539714" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzhGw6JV0r7ddOJFdaPoBO0_IQASJK_aAfdMDky19HPRPjsOyPxaHGXPXaEUA9Tn-h2mVA6WpFBVu1EjUqP7doNuPE8M479NscxIm_MBMCbX9eVzqQQW74yIs3_EQVfDNlgYctGQ/s1600-h/Lily+climbing+shoes.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzhGw6JV0r7ddOJFdaPoBO0_IQASJK_aAfdMDky19HPRPjsOyPxaHGXPXaEUA9Tn-h2mVA6WpFBVu1EjUqP7doNuPE8M479NscxIm_MBMCbX9eVzqQQW74yIs3_EQVfDNlgYctGQ/s320/Lily+climbing+shoes.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250858104908653554" border="0" />Lily...la tout derniere arrivée d'esclade...quels jolis chaussons !!</a> Un pt peu trop grands...mais bon<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRTXGkx4In_c1YMNXHrpSMemZjzivMFnEeDQKgRigx07RSowRh1hZRB7efQgdikCQFhHynoZAA1CqwlrCXryPBiWfrQjXN9J437OqO-yGu7kC3-2t1OH0OElfCZmJOv19B0XH7dw/s1600-h/Jenn+10d.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRTXGkx4In_c1YMNXHrpSMemZjzivMFnEeDQKgRigx07RSowRh1hZRB7efQgdikCQFhHynoZAA1CqwlrCXryPBiWfrQjXN9J437OqO-yGu7kC3-2t1OH0OElfCZmJOv19B0XH7dw/s320/Jenn+10d.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250857541235260754" border="0" /></a>En West Virginia....<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7LaFOcoydxbtuop007WCGxvS0G3KWSq9eUbXf70bYXfCmVJkns1JWB3Su8QGp5U_QX0SweeIfKbFB92sw3KuXaJT9JhHbkiHmUujQHqVcxK9WVRrWPauoR1EiafWPBbTbHhTHZQ/s1600-h/Jenn+Apple.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7LaFOcoydxbtuop007WCGxvS0G3KWSq9eUbXf70bYXfCmVJkns1JWB3Su8QGp5U_QX0SweeIfKbFB92sw3KuXaJT9JhHbkiHmUujQHqVcxK9WVRrWPauoR1EiafWPBbTbHhTHZQ/s320/Jenn+Apple.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250857546981116370" border="0" /></a>Proche de chez moi...du bloc<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcciOLAjk3eJNMPtdyxCJIJp8Q0_zuY8D_YXJloNowmMMjdJr7O_MyOVNRx9zEfGgqBbkHHmhF9n-fCdArNfjsKW8Jg1h6XZjA1rrR-wuro0PWOJr01lfhtjEQII33QIpAHCwTcA/s1600-h/Jenn+Brecksville.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcciOLAjk3eJNMPtdyxCJIJp8Q0_zuY8D_YXJloNowmMMjdJr7O_MyOVNRx9zEfGgqBbkHHmhF9n-fCdArNfjsKW8Jg1h6XZjA1rrR-wuro0PWOJr01lfhtjEQII33QIpAHCwTcA/s320/Jenn+Brecksville.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250857549955970434" border="0" /></a>Pierre et David...<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaHEVW6gqa2S2J7M7PN9cIDj6Ns5S_Bzbfjnbs2do3YybbCytB_yKCrxxJbDQaxBGdutM4G9jPWnzDxon7AwyWI5Ky-zf0bhkHiiaL__QZqmVK9xul1TTa-EwNLB3RWi6KWRWJRg/s1600-h/Jenns+Pics+020.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaHEVW6gqa2S2J7M7PN9cIDj6Ns5S_Bzbfjnbs2do3YybbCytB_yKCrxxJbDQaxBGdutM4G9jPWnzDxon7AwyWI5Ky-zf0bhkHiiaL__QZqmVK9xul1TTa-EwNLB3RWi6KWRWJRg/s320/Jenns+Pics+020.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250856461942684354" border="0" /></a>On avait un vol de maintenance avec un seul place dans l'avion...alors bienvenue Sandra. On a pris le jet a Michigan et l'a laisse la-bas. Apres on a pris le petit pour revenir.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhP5u8uRT0cUUlKnVLwdm5oGkg-JX8QjNe14x4OsVexOtfc6x64CME8hnenJek7GjzhVZ5ZLryeYEwJUkYqFFh0q5j1vS16gMf-8IzUHNpNvlAKXBMEnOh-Jex8iQchr3U1x7Ng1w/s1600-h/Sandra+Jenn+Jet.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhP5u8uRT0cUUlKnVLwdm5oGkg-JX8QjNe14x4OsVexOtfc6x64CME8hnenJek7GjzhVZ5ZLryeYEwJUkYqFFh0q5j1vS16gMf-8IzUHNpNvlAKXBMEnOh-Jex8iQchr3U1x7Ng1w/s320/Sandra+Jenn+Jet.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250856466465938114" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9Odiol_Gn2oXBpFpu1Oi9fG_CSceZsvQPeJb9HH58UqYpW63IBW0rnwDPpDX4AYwQwzrSvKUX3x9zo1lXkZJrWeAtsaLSUuIBJf28ofCSz5LhFCOoQ6107WFoDFSq8GckSbLlQw/s1600-h/Sandra+Jenn+Mouse2.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9Odiol_Gn2oXBpFpu1Oi9fG_CSceZsvQPeJb9HH58UqYpW63IBW0rnwDPpDX4AYwQwzrSvKUX3x9zo1lXkZJrWeAtsaLSUuIBJf28ofCSz5LhFCOoQ6107WFoDFSq8GckSbLlQw/s320/Sandra+Jenn+Mouse2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250856466799918482" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgADH5A2Go0EDIGXm_QqMQ0xB2Msk4FSv_GBqjxklnwoW_bUs0eS0ch22Ox8u8bdekcgPr7CCRg3jDXKz1TXKKKifn7xSWNQlTBQZMLUeFgx_qTUsDkkH23eNSTyZ1Ief89Jeim6w/s1600-h/Sandra+Jenn+Mouse.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgADH5A2Go0EDIGXm_QqMQ0xB2Msk4FSv_GBqjxklnwoW_bUs0eS0ch22Ox8u8bdekcgPr7CCRg3jDXKz1TXKKKifn7xSWNQlTBQZMLUeFgx_qTUsDkkH23eNSTyZ1Ief89Jeim6w/s320/Sandra+Jenn+Mouse.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250856470975778594" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjZ-32cxCAY_DqwVqvkS19nq0eE5yzuB7WQWaUXue0g-fFTRnR5ul_d2N8VmW0YpgLdlFxcBxHT47Dvk2D4SbTYQuhDmXfdntaRqvpJRjg2cZrue0HK8yhv7WcLjQeCePQ1NCScw/s1600-h/Jenn+Galette+de+Rois.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjZ-32cxCAY_DqwVqvkS19nq0eE5yzuB7WQWaUXue0g-fFTRnR5ul_d2N8VmW0YpgLdlFxcBxHT47Dvk2D4SbTYQuhDmXfdntaRqvpJRjg2cZrue0HK8yhv7WcLjQeCePQ1NCScw/s320/Jenn+Galette+de+Rois.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250857555282912354" border="0" />C'est quoi ca???? Bah, c'est la mielleure galette de rois aux USA. Un dernier <span style="cursor: pointer;" onclick="'dr4sdgryt(event,">goût de France....</span></a>Jennhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00462317208868975599noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28797751.post-30496947550113169992008-05-19T01:53:00.002+02:002008-05-19T02:07:53.496+02:00JETS !!!Alors, finalement je travail. Sous...c'est le jet et mon père et moi. Remarquez les habits. Pour la première fois dans ma vie, j'ai porté un costume. Et quelle horreur, il n'était pas très comfortable ! <br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmCj4Ln9xJSFpDr52zszM-UUkxpDTBOkDMzccqmsFqly8HKNme6efw9BOARDKZHCok1UMw5c4fi2TK-oBeheY0EVtRs-aQbnUqowWFWaaK02dE8vSIuAUG4_57HMC4MZ1IkEFdsQ/s1600-h/IMG_1285.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201870578841578210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmCj4Ln9xJSFpDr52zszM-UUkxpDTBOkDMzccqmsFqly8HKNme6efw9BOARDKZHCok1UMw5c4fi2TK-oBeheY0EVtRs-aQbnUqowWFWaaK02dE8vSIuAUG4_57HMC4MZ1IkEFdsQ/s320/IMG_1285.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhX3agWGN0vyngFkA0y_q-p9UjAmwqpDd7LH-LUsiWXHS6LmeFx7V2dO-6gB8Sj2MkZdtJUMWGsWFkZ-THa-uyBmQkqSCQG7cAwDyjP6O5Vj3JRAXoPTAKS7gFyC5uQgJXXeq_KgQ/s1600-h/IMG_1286.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201870583136545522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhX3agWGN0vyngFkA0y_q-p9UjAmwqpDd7LH-LUsiWXHS6LmeFx7V2dO-6gB8Sj2MkZdtJUMWGsWFkZ-THa-uyBmQkqSCQG7cAwDyjP6O5Vj3JRAXoPTAKS7gFyC5uQgJXXeq_KgQ/s320/IMG_1286.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div>Jennhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00462317208868975599noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28797751.post-87317640622241824192008-05-14T06:25:00.006+02:002008-05-14T06:39:41.387+02:00Virginie d'OuestLe beau etat de Virginie d'Ouest. Ah, je l'aime. Alors, je partage des jolis photos....<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyTYhk8COpZIkMMr1GMTs2AYbt-Uj8MMAuBna2K1u42BMtZDiiTuxJIdgz_6z3cLCrI9dyMpNOL3u7ctXcR94HJ8ztQp9wa8cww43zeYma1wGs-S35VNK_MTWXwv4iyMnwiFB5Hg/s1600-h/IMG_1262.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200085616203164306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyTYhk8COpZIkMMr1GMTs2AYbt-Uj8MMAuBna2K1u42BMtZDiiTuxJIdgz_6z3cLCrI9dyMpNOL3u7ctXcR94HJ8ztQp9wa8cww43zeYma1wGs-S35VNK_MTWXwv4iyMnwiFB5Hg/s320/IMG_1262.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Le grande roche dans le lac ou on nage...on se bronze la-bas aussi et si vous voulez, vous pouvez sautez sur le cote dedans le lac. Je sais que mes phrases sont mauvais...mais c'est que normal.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHhPu1QHHhTYVpaasdbEciBRYlHnz0HuxiuYqTnak4-inBWyg7aXMRCFE2Ukuam1pDTmvPEj-ygooK-t91ykg9GMFj7rYtVdN4C5fn5xCFidJISMoyManAotSv8czNWFuRxuKhgw/s1600-h/IMG_1272.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200085620498131618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHhPu1QHHhTYVpaasdbEciBRYlHnz0HuxiuYqTnak4-inBWyg7aXMRCFE2Ukuam1pDTmvPEj-ygooK-t91ykg9GMFj7rYtVdN4C5fn5xCFidJISMoyManAotSv8czNWFuRxuKhgw/s320/IMG_1272.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Si tu vas sur l'autre cote de la roche ici, vous pouvez grimper au-dessus l'eau...comme Chris Sharma. Mais pas si haut ;)<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXlCZ2n952K24TjAMtebP9tlTKRkQ8TG7R1xXYytmxh5n0PQtQ4P1-Yayu3hCNs87i6IW7qNF3mTO-yx47mhjm3kn78KuMeLF2Ntv9BdS0RenyOnwwmwb7SWx_sVFQfn3qPoXIMg/s1600-h/IMG_1274.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200085624793098930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXlCZ2n952K24TjAMtebP9tlTKRkQ8TG7R1xXYytmxh5n0PQtQ4P1-Yayu3hCNs87i6IW7qNF3mTO-yx47mhjm3kn78KuMeLF2Ntv9BdS0RenyOnwwmwb7SWx_sVFQfn3qPoXIMg/s320/IMG_1274.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Un super sac a pof, d'un super ami YANNICK!!!! Son paquet etait trop grande pour ses calcons, alors il les a retire pour un voyage aux USA. Il y a une chose quand t'ecris dans une autre langue...vous pouvex dire des choses completement impropre et c'est pas si mal. Je ne sais pas pourquoi, mais c'est comme ca.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8neyOb98LUBFHHwqMQRsZ-E42OLbgpXX8xDRY3RFkK3Xa85HyygU2-0oOQgWTGDtqf4kOQKiB8544DDPVWDMT8OXaIVKUAJpWFk_DTtGAcDZNtjCrkJDstg0XVj8wcRexSX3B8w/s1600-h/IMG_1281.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200085629088066242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8neyOb98LUBFHHwqMQRsZ-E42OLbgpXX8xDRY3RFkK3Xa85HyygU2-0oOQgWTGDtqf4kOQKiB8544DDPVWDMT8OXaIVKUAJpWFk_DTtGAcDZNtjCrkJDstg0XVj8wcRexSX3B8w/s320/IMG_1281.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7rgxGRkUEtZez0QzvrQ3N0t8LQu_-xXnMC6bxT5qvYQ5EyxMRO3zuELpZadl_2naTyV55MMheeAzAPlnDnQmse2i8rL96UYkqwyVQeTCB2GiDxVnQ8RNzHibeoxPKD1bjgMjiiw/s1600-h/IMG_1282.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200085641972968146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7rgxGRkUEtZez0QzvrQ3N0t8LQu_-xXnMC6bxT5qvYQ5EyxMRO3zuELpZadl_2naTyV55MMheeAzAPlnDnQmse2i8rL96UYkqwyVQeTCB2GiDxVnQ8RNzHibeoxPKD1bjgMjiiw/s320/IMG_1282.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div>Jennhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00462317208868975599noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28797751.post-43796904161007154712008-05-14T05:59:00.004+02:002008-05-14T06:24:28.753+02:00Floride<u></u><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcr8Op0Zc-HQWkQ7ELoKROcGiGJ7ln-WK1EeCjL3ZJe4cl76f6ICy88ZddvVT9clTkkk1sQ_s5nA2yoIcbGE9bk4EWcKE0u267O9pi3I6UumMXYFFPld9h5q2VV5gt2U1xbQjR1g/s1600-h/IMG_1231.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200084151619316354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcr8Op0Zc-HQWkQ7ELoKROcGiGJ7ln-WK1EeCjL3ZJe4cl76f6ICy88ZddvVT9clTkkk1sQ_s5nA2yoIcbGE9bk4EWcKE0u267O9pi3I6UumMXYFFPld9h5q2VV5gt2U1xbQjR1g/s320/IMG_1231.jpg" border="0" /></a> <div><div>Alors, comme j'ai promis, je continue en francais. Voila, mes photos de Floride. Pas Marseille, je sais, mais pas mal quand meme. Au moins, on a du sable!!! et pas des roches qui ne sont pas tres confortable pour bronzer....<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200079869536922178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFtBap2aYZDf7gjk6qJrw7WMW2aAmgD5kAZ1OToZyNJhZ9x5MqvbwL4T_oJLuR38es_2IAwSoquJwUbmaTpa626kJWGE7ziPcBD0jxhI9J9fM65dtGge_bRnEcNZjqhHX0lPjTYw/s320/IMG_1229.jpg" border="0" /> Ma petite cousine, Maria et ma grande tante, Aunt Jenny. Maria est trop cool dans son chapeau...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsulHkCNDTXq-WcSoNlhZLe1qVBC44f5A_XZoPYlJCzWT7LrjK09xiHijrRNXzNrEq9GS0QmP0-M3SHhdbLkIWNUP_ylyu-TCjVwulULWPOS8RBK-S-Jtwr69TWKcXx9l-Bm6Nzg/s1600-h/IMG_1237.jpg"></a> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFtBap2aYZDf7gjk6qJrw7WMW2aAmgD5kAZ1OToZyNJhZ9x5MqvbwL4T_oJLuR38es_2IAwSoquJwUbmaTpa626kJWGE7ziPcBD0jxhI9J9fM65dtGge_bRnEcNZjqhHX0lPjTYw/s1600-h/IMG_1229.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200082876014029426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-nR6Mwj-9STEf38YtAeP6VVKHNs0NJwaRNNjqrqTYax4uwtHDGgvtg1iYNpymcJ2q2AGMgvhDEQNbxO0okGnppkCh5-gMP75ZWJZhYGVXtf5S74hj_XhBSQZPcMGriE33sOdVsg/s320/IMG_1239.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div>Jennhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00462317208868975599noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28797751.post-38478849359108637462008-03-27T12:51:00.006+01:002008-03-27T13:23:55.136+01:00The Calanques...One last timeI went, one last time, down to Marseille ...to enjoy the sea, the weather, and the run-out climbing :) I went with Xavier, Laure, and her Swiss boyfriend Pierre-Dominique (sounds pretty French if you ask me!)<br /><br />Here is my friend Xavier and his bald head...getting ready to climb. We had beautiful weather...well, during the day in the sunshine. At night it got really cold, and was so windy that my staked tent wouldn't stay staked ! <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZW_k8jQuulT4RDwfJ_OnfzgYDqAyU6-bzFQiG-cwFkv5OQJfVpmTcjAw3m14HaAA-0M6C5-GG0HHgcoosAsZOhws_G1b-6diMZf1b1XL15ccLInmaVF1ZouH35HQDhaxRyNhJzw/s1600-h/IMG_1044.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZW_k8jQuulT4RDwfJ_OnfzgYDqAyU6-bzFQiG-cwFkv5OQJfVpmTcjAw3m14HaAA-0M6C5-GG0HHgcoosAsZOhws_G1b-6diMZf1b1XL15ccLInmaVF1ZouH35HQDhaxRyNhJzw/s320/IMG_1044.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182389757107753634" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-Zz0kaPLuH36cIqNsoyOdeLxvfMHtC3OzAa_tpf0UECdc986eCAUbmKKyJAOral86ZALAZIlkJWUGRgfMncKJr5Yx6hNWsr0ZcQdLe-nYs3TZstGUdx5BsGUigTNImqYcZWfFzA/s1600-h/IMG_1062.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-Zz0kaPLuH36cIqNsoyOdeLxvfMHtC3OzAa_tpf0UECdc986eCAUbmKKyJAOral86ZALAZIlkJWUGRgfMncKJr5Yx6hNWsr0ZcQdLe-nYs3TZstGUdx5BsGUigTNImqYcZWfFzA/s320/IMG_1062.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182389748517819026" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipI2FatLA67AxQi15Lz-CtyFAUKbBDYTEI6HjSIhifRIrd6b7vf_3JX2u7BieYlZvQKrqqAjvr7_9y0MXqXOj1tZEJqwfqcwmKiNPfWXAmU2AYg9x6DQn13hKc-jhwBr1SwzTIjw/s1600-h/IMG_1060.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipI2FatLA67AxQi15Lz-CtyFAUKbBDYTEI6HjSIhifRIrd6b7vf_3JX2u7BieYlZvQKrqqAjvr7_9y0MXqXOj1tZEJqwfqcwmKiNPfWXAmU2AYg9x6DQn13hKc-jhwBr1SwzTIjw/s320/IMG_1060.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182389254596579922" border="0" /></a>Below: On hike out of Les Goudes, we took a little shortcut through the first cutout in the rock that you see...we had been climbing on the other side. So we passed through the cutout...it's a shear drop-off mind you. The wind was blowing at about 30mph - reminiscent of the deafening Indian creek wind that so graced our desert tower route. We were practically blown through the hole and onto the "foot-path" - really just enough room to walk and plaster yourself against the rock, praying that the wind wouldn't catch your clumsy high-profile pack and plunge you over the side, falling to your death, all the way down knowing that your mother would never forgive you for this. Well, this is what I was thinking anyway. Xavier practically ran and bounced along the polished tiny path, making me look like I'd never learned how to walk. It's funny how an every day activity like walking can become so difficult under the right conditions...but these small humiliations come to me frequently :)<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwIG_0hJ0B60Od2Yu9rS4xbeYf1n3pOpDZOF7H4mZz8ioa1blNfjrGWcNhrqhXbJca-4oJHyJs6XVLT9lbcRET5B8Ow4LSwsD_L3smlljHKStUgusWe9xMV33OMwQvDhBDev3eKA/s1600-h/IMG_1066.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwIG_0hJ0B60Od2Yu9rS4xbeYf1n3pOpDZOF7H4mZz8ioa1blNfjrGWcNhrqhXbJca-4oJHyJs6XVLT9lbcRET5B8Ow4LSwsD_L3smlljHKStUgusWe9xMV33OMwQvDhBDev3eKA/s320/IMG_1066.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182389263186514530" border="0" /></a>A close-up, which does the smallness of the path no justice, it looks quite large here:<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkwnrzyJ0H2goDqM249QrMvm4eCbo7Sl2rQXB0tq6zglJjq-FaWG6Uj8VT_fyeATGA4mXzNE_UDx_lQhJ_lbXND1Fv9TExEW5MN9db71JraC5S-TMyhSRd5bbBHVyo-JtRniMj8w/s1600-h/IMG_1067.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4ooEzujM_hjRAWtV3t4li3eSChzMjXPpSmHbMz8TKWef3OpzG3bIA3poNL1rgLJh7StGdX-zSoEECzMhYQFUCFdoB7ArJWqMZTlwtjDE1a1re7WHNadDeRgJ_aUlItWpibpFYxA/s320/Xmas+2007+174.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172033111295119522" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHa1OfC67C9kX0Ey1YOiQ8JNA_5do1Qehwd-4nkFnbWhU1rQFxEpPz7A_JnbO1Rrobjakm5J4y4TWrS7l2LzOhj9UjR0Jdjo9AIwncQptDwZcGjyYdalYwpzT7R6qEwuWEtooOZQ/s1600-h/Xmas+2007+170.jpg">Looking out onto the Black Sea...<img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHa1OfC67C9kX0Ey1YOiQ8JNA_5do1Qehwd-4nkFnbWhU1rQFxEpPz7A_JnbO1Rrobjakm5J4y4TWrS7l2LzOhj9UjR0Jdjo9AIwncQptDwZcGjyYdalYwpzT7R6qEwuWEtooOZQ/s320/Xmas+2007+170.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172033119885054130" border="0" /></a><br /><br />My friend SANDRA PERAIRE!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzmfYLciQocaMG8UEPaO_Kcv0Rnk_o8vABFR1yVQ9UHa-NGikb_aXLfpJlwEu7oXp9HZ1e7hOnWOGtqyzzyVqn18n66dg8gUkdXofm_OIMb_uF-4Sk-ZK0KDvVpEo13b3Dneil-Q/s1600-h/Xmas+2007+171.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRX5xW1mgDVEK8M-9ZI3fmt3DHT_2mpGnt_3MeRK8s_aCmr-qGfVMMwFfLuBQYner1NiUDJvkNIZC6wCZrNrEs4r6798UIk0LA9cLDS4hF8Lk3WZEGb9qTfS0x9a8k2OFF23tHhw/s320/Xmas+2007+158.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172029731155857474" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjigcdwf-glcY5xACflOUmLWz9vD4OPGhEhqKyzJ20pl8HiIwDVEzxNa6RGZos-MCDaGmsK9laDnuhZjd14oDfo5j2NDHzPHNfq0krXWHFAzSz67Dg2dVRryvZ_ezo4NiC585bReQ/s1600-h/Xmas+2007+121.jpg">A Mosque from afar...ok this one wasn't really from the boat ride...how'd that get in there?<img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjigcdwf-glcY5xACflOUmLWz9vD4OPGhEhqKyzJ20pl8HiIwDVEzxNa6RGZos-MCDaGmsK9laDnuhZjd14oDfo5j2NDHzPHNfq0krXWHFAzSz67Dg2dVRryvZ_ezo4NiC585bReQ/s320/Xmas+2007+121.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172029739745792082" border="0" /></a>Jennhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00462317208868975599noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28797751.post-88543602127640216212008-02-28T14:26:00.002+01:002008-02-28T14:50:26.519+01:00Adventures in English<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFMlRASl-a0mGBuE2pJ94q1IrwjKXSwj_oWWDEVronatR5WD8uemGtx9j4LVUZ6UqXAcnyclfJToomHYNLRIbKMghDB3Sm3SheFtxpvbIDJL-eQFAx2Au_4WWeLbM6g0E962S7dg/s1600-h/Xmas+2007+060.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNcTaGI6hVTmC5tllEijqUwX2R6ngIp3HIG2Suf4GR4hs8qRakTQYzN93aXDA6RLYulOGF0tuLOWJptWnZHtQlBsdjt0-1QWXmsy9cAMgR6kRA4Lk_KFd3qiwZJTsh88w4mujFiA/s320/Xmas+2007+127.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172024688864251954" border="0" /></a>Jennhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00462317208868975599noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28797751.post-90141804375563575002008-02-24T14:39:00.004+01:002008-12-05T19:15:56.561+01:00Night 1<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEii9VL-FbjvhiwKMrelbi73SUOyr3gw0St7tcGSEnoIZhww4NN5PJFrD6V_UT2La382BM8u_CIXrTHzIr-sZED_IvdwBzt97NuTifm8VCiJwQoHiNcFu-DdKo2JlB5xy4qJPlFWoQ/s1600-h/Xmas+2007+047.jpg">Our first night, we were frozen to the bone and luckily Sandra has steady hands for the night-mode because all my pictures came out blurry... The is the Hagia Sophia Mosque, the most highly visited mosque in Istanbul - all of us Mr Urban Art History alums will remember it well !<img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEii9VL-FbjvhiwKMrelbi73SUOyr3gw0St7tcGSEnoIZhww4NN5PJFrD6V_UT2La382BM8u_CIXrTHzIr-sZED_IvdwBzt97NuTifm8VCiJwQoHiNcFu-DdKo2JlB5xy4qJPlFWoQ/s320/Xmas+2007+047.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170542173527855042" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcoc4dtHLemfTHEp54nzoEOR1f0qgewfXjKQGZc6B1WURKCHhbmD6efnU_OaBZ8oEh4oCoYRd29izUU5xke6UknSCarlrzxtEC35-Hqli9Bar_-Edu-DItehRWjFCx0w8DxBJP1A/s1600-h/Xmas+2007+048.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcoc4dtHLemfTHEp54nzoEOR1f0qgewfXjKQGZc6B1WURKCHhbmD6efnU_OaBZ8oEh4oCoYRd29izUU5xke6UknSCarlrzxtEC35-Hqli9Bar_-Edu-DItehRWjFCx0w8DxBJP1A/s320/Xmas+2007+048.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170542177822822354" border="0" />The Blue Mosque by night...</a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_XJdQOdePXxokjXeUHiAqkoB-DfA61U6su2kLTIfYhlOBTr0mgyUuGXPF8ucjhCBmIFvMJ1UdtyCTymQgkJYc04GU0TNARxSXPBsg3RcVLYx9BLyjzCkM7DWwhIZUKYEhnTsFqQ/s1600-h/Xmas+2007+053.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_XJdQOdePXxokjXeUHiAqkoB-DfA61U6su2kLTIfYhlOBTr0mgyUuGXPF8ucjhCBmIFvMJ1UdtyCTymQgkJYc04GU0TNARxSXPBsg3RcVLYx9BLyjzCkM7DWwhIZUKYEhnTsFqQ/s320/Xmas+2007+053.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170542186412756962" border="0" />Our hostel was awesome. There was something different every night. Our first night was free hookah (aka shisha, nargile) - and no I'm not doing drugs (a disclaimer for my family). When you smoke a hookah you are smoking flavored tobacco, but not a lot of tobacco - mostly flavor. We had cherry and since I don't smoke, it resulted more often than not in a fit of coughing. I guess that means all the French second hand smoke hasn't completely ruined my lungs :) Anyway, shisha was often smoked by the Sultans; you see water pipes in almost all the old paintings...and it is still widely enjoyed today. </a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSy9hWokBoc1fNt5ErA71UsvxTqOke3haNpPN99TXa3tZf35P73VKVxOcaglMOE39wqnwwsqnzYDsMR77eoF_CFNorFfOPeIoM_nBc2PGJzTXs3W7HqPGeDxK24SvU_MZ4SF-jlw/s1600-h/Xmas+2007+056.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSy9hWokBoc1fNt5ErA71UsvxTqOke3haNpPN99TXa3tZf35P73VKVxOcaglMOE39wqnwwsqnzYDsMR77eoF_CFNorFfOPeIoM_nBc2PGJzTXs3W7HqPGeDxK24SvU_MZ4SF-jlw/s320/Xmas+2007+056.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170542199297658866" border="0" />And we had free popcorn...</a><br /><!-- <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVatCfIlDhIkcVXhDhPyJDDqIinBF9wad3m0rgbv9y4JYwIrMJvawFmMGuYQ8QElzDCNOo6eSIGbSWvDcLELmErfnNuCiZ-nmxgdHcVubZIlRXAaStV-uSkN7UWyZeCjjxgvDP3w/s1600-h/Xmas+2007+068.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVatCfIlDhIkcVXhDhPyJDDqIinBF9wad3m0rgbv9y4JYwIrMJvawFmMGuYQ8QElzDCNOo6eSIGbSWvDcLELmErfnNuCiZ-nmxgdHcVubZIlRXAaStV-uSkN7UWyZeCjjxgvDP3w/s320/Xmas+2007+068.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170542207887593474" border="0" />And Tarik taught us to play backgammon, a Turkish game, which I had never played and always thought was British.</a><br />-->Jennhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00462317208868975599noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28797751.post-35690353508030057392008-02-24T14:12:00.004+01:002008-02-24T14:38:32.591+01:00Day 1<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8i4QAmbzu8VnZ9x8vvQp9ForoknzlEknlww4hj4cyQC57tsl5lRdjSc-jfm7c9G7uwmYhKnm0lwxg2aX1mFX1PuJtz7U_upxUpj2IOPKq8WwNGwjrOqRImGOOpDD1Ull4IV46jA/s1600-h/Xmas+2007+028.jpg">These pictures are a little out of order. We'll start with the Grand Bazaar and the Spice Market. They used to be the local markets hundreds of years ago, but now they're mostly for us tourists, to practice out bartering skills. I was of course ripped off, not heeding the advice of our hostel owners who said...girls just look today, don't buy. And it was then that I heard the words of David telling me, oh who cares it's all just part of experiencing the culture :)<img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8i4QAmbzu8VnZ9x8vvQp9ForoknzlEknlww4hj4cyQC57tsl5lRdjSc-jfm7c9G7uwmYhKnm0lwxg2aX1mFX1PuJtz7U_upxUpj2IOPKq8WwNGwjrOqRImGOOpDD1Ull4IV46jA/s320/Xmas+2007+028.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170537612272586626" border="0" /></a>Sandra's favorite - the lamp store<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXt8MYl7T3KzKEC_hYqhhDvIDuUKuCoayXnjYjsIJzsSGC8ToAzqKlREJXZ91gy5CdzJBDGCYzo6KnD4OCB1HiMvQV0qoANe6wVlXbqc8fk3LwupU8pr-0VUCfdfGf1rCrlFxNag/s1600-h/Xmas+2007+034.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXt8MYl7T3KzKEC_hYqhhDvIDuUKuCoayXnjYjsIJzsSGC8ToAzqKlREJXZ91gy5CdzJBDGCYzo6KnD4OCB1HiMvQV0qoANe6wVlXbqc8fk3LwupU8pr-0VUCfdfGf1rCrlFxNag/s320/Xmas+2007+034.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170537625157488530" border="0" /></a>Mmmm, Turkish treats and spices....<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEim-eBVTV2MSjkbpqcAPGPohd3LgmKELcjZYAQYqJNkDnCAFCN0qwQirWZ78lHrOkS5WGaaliNISrQy-k3gwXe-FkHrfJJbooRVnoHQt1trRjd1-pLkVBUHErYRWBSsxauu_3Tw1g/s1600-h/Xmas+2007+038.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEim-eBVTV2MSjkbpqcAPGPohd3LgmKELcjZYAQYqJNkDnCAFCN0qwQirWZ78lHrOkS5WGaaliNISrQy-k3gwXe-FkHrfJJbooRVnoHQt1trRjd1-pLkVBUHErYRWBSsxauu_3Tw1g/s320/Xmas+2007+038.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170537629452455842" border="0" /></a>Dried rose buds, the man at this counter gave one to each of us and I still can't believe how strong they smelled...apparently you make tea with them.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh70ZPMhti0veRYd8J2gz1VNdg80QCSI0OeN5QQNLHmrnI27mt171BONyaVhS2ZBBu8kBEaW3h4mcPdM-hxF78i8Z86lUUvWR3mFCFiMVR6uVI7VfPN8DNZotJbRaUMO3pW5L-how/s1600-h/Xmas+2007+040.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh70ZPMhti0veRYd8J2gz1VNdg80QCSI0OeN5QQNLHmrnI27mt171BONyaVhS2ZBBu8kBEaW3h4mcPdM-hxF78i8Z86lUUvWR3mFCFiMVR6uVI7VfPN8DNZotJbRaUMO3pW5L-how/s320/Xmas+2007+040.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170537638042390450" border="0" /></a>This is where we get out of order.... this is the night we arrived and the next morning.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUcPH_Pb_Twr17vMwoCeAqeU3j0739_l1RiuYYZ-8el0NXBSSmuVJvtDahGarIoilX7TmfWeMOOUvE9b_IDseEzyEirkFWK8cir9wmr5-AyblmLu0jLRvGfxUibqVEZCuUIRPKzw/s1600-h/Xmas+2007+001.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUcPH_Pb_Twr17vMwoCeAqeU3j0739_l1RiuYYZ-8el0NXBSSmuVJvtDahGarIoilX7TmfWeMOOUvE9b_IDseEzyEirkFWK8cir9wmr5-AyblmLu0jLRvGfxUibqVEZCuUIRPKzw/s320/Xmas+2007+001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170535864220897090" border="0" />Our hostel !! We got there at 5 am, and our taxi barely made it up the hill with all that snow...</a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJESOaJAHSPl0ZhTX-qjkYBii3_u3yLsv212XoC2jkWs1b6nJipmAKQfbUiEVbdMhCKV8Y08GG7OyPRI6Sr8Qa05-iQfdRtwZWg0K8fZQqQDNYN6kIKYwdrJzquhJ_-ARyv6AcWA/s1600-h/Xmas+2007+018.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJESOaJAHSPl0ZhTX-qjkYBii3_u3yLsv212XoC2jkWs1b6nJipmAKQfbUiEVbdMhCKV8Y08GG7OyPRI6Sr8Qa05-iQfdRtwZWg0K8fZQqQDNYN6kIKYwdrJzquhJ_-ARyv6AcWA/s320/Xmas+2007+018.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170535872810831698" border="0" />We slept right through breakfast so our hostel made us some extra special Turkish omlettes, more like eggs stewed with tomatoes, peppers and onions and some concoction of spices that we were told could only be emulated in Lyon if we brought a Turk back with us. </a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDMxM4HGvR-8V1hd_hBysXrnINbIXu-UXk3fPVpHOhBGWCZ-JzZpikTACeyx0cFLNmrBEv0X_IF05QIsCRbXAwF_CkgMvDSqXAJuEkHoL32_G-n1NfHMW30mrwkXcSB1vTSEjgGQ/s1600-h/Xmas+2007+012.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDMxM4HGvR-8V1hd_hBysXrnINbIXu-UXk3fPVpHOhBGWCZ-JzZpikTACeyx0cFLNmrBEv0X_IF05QIsCRbXAwF_CkgMvDSqXAJuEkHoL32_G-n1NfHMW30mrwkXcSB1vTSEjgGQ/s320/Xmas+2007+012.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170535877105799010" border="0" /></a>a tour of the roof, during the summer this is the spot to be, but as you can see right now, it serves only as a spot to throw snowballs.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2nY4OGhANK3UcTbq3bxy7st7Z6Yz78_o02j8lqIoZYO-fxRl9CgCcqJgBDcZC5xv7lB9TnsXnmWP-OXjKm3-F3C_V_5aNTRjG3K4kOLjdhM0E6U83-gkSS9lZ0TVsonsSmkIAZQ/s1600-h/Xmas+2007+021.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2nY4OGhANK3UcTbq3bxy7st7Z6Yz78_o02j8lqIoZYO-fxRl9CgCcqJgBDcZC5xv7lB9TnsXnmWP-OXjKm3-F3C_V_5aNTRjG3K4kOLjdhM0E6U83-gkSS9lZ0TVsonsSmkIAZQ/s320/Xmas+2007+021.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170535885695733618" border="0" /></a><br />The Blue Mosque...Jennhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00462317208868975599noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28797751.post-9556701332898904552008-02-19T17:03:00.003+01:002008-02-19T17:20:46.871+01:00ISTANBUL!!We have arrıved ın Istanbul after much fuss. I won`t bore you wıth the detaıls of the delayed plane, the almost cancelled flıght due to unexpected snow ın Turkey, our landıng on a slıck runway, our hostel forgettıng to pıck us up at the aırport, our takıng a weırd taxı shuttle, gettıng to our hostel at 4am.....<br /><br />The Turks have told us they can`t belıeve all thıs snow...ın fact, they haven`t actually seen snow ın over 4 years and not on thıs level for 10. Lucky we have gotten here to see ıt ? I guess ?! Although all the mosques are quıte beautıful covered ın snow, ıt`s startıng to warm up...whıch means lots of cold, wet feet. Sınce ıt`s been so long sınce the last snowfall, the Turks are obsessed wıth ıt. There are snowmen, qualıty snowmen, everywhere. The restaurant employees are outsıde buıldıng snowmen...everyone ıs enjoyıng the snow (except our feet). And they are havıng snowball fıghts everywhere, I had a few nıce ones thrown at me the other day !<br /><br />If I could tell you one thıng about the Turks, ıt ıs that they are some of the kındest, most generous people I have ever met. They ask you who you are, where you`re from, what you do...all wıth a genuıne ınterest. At fırst we though, oh they just want to sell us somethıng. But no, they just want to speak some Englısh and drınk some turkısh apple tea wıth you. We have had more than one come up to us and tell us a lıttle about the monument we were lookıng at and then that was ıt...ok well they do try and get you to drınk some tea 'just for 5 mınutes', but we are learnıng to successfuly evade that part. If not, ıt wıll take you an hour to get anywhere because the '5 mınute' tea breaks start to add up!<br /><br />The food...oh la la, I could stay here forever. The lentıl soup, the kebabs, the Turkısh Delıght (easıly my favorıte). I thınk I wıll brıng home as much Turkısh Delıght as wıll fıt ın my suıtcase. Our hostel (they have more than made up for forgettıng us) ıs obvıously run by some Turkısh people. They are super nıce and cook everynıght. Last nıght we had homemade lentıl soup and some lamb and vegetables. <br /><br />Well, no pıctures yet...I`m tyıng up the hostel`s computer and they taught us how to play Backgammon (I always thought that was Englısh, but ıt`s a Turkısh game) so I have a few games waıtıng for me.Jennhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00462317208868975599noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28797751.post-15538928657814854452008-01-07T20:45:00.000+01:002008-01-07T21:02:22.587+01:00And then there's xmas in France....<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnuL54FOWWD6MxzkpHj6X_Fqiymlg6bK4iQjMQp2ILZWR_EQ8bBmpSQ5an65Ak5JCW80hVQk-ml1VGdv5Gg5STqpz-233KLdMxYtSOQirwmUKG9gkWzpZ6zmgBX2x8B1TpqPddKw/s1600-h/Cool.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnuL54FOWWD6MxzkpHj6X_Fqiymlg6bK4iQjMQp2ILZWR_EQ8bBmpSQ5an65Ak5JCW80hVQk-ml1VGdv5Gg5STqpz-233KLdMxYtSOQirwmUKG9gkWzpZ6zmgBX2x8B1TpqPddKw/s320/Cool.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152826443087008482" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjy3di4V5sbHaA0XlvFoK33S-FXb7hBBUMmnyDb1QLGz8fhytxARmzL0IiZEraSMzM0fJMZcIEhf0m7Hf5IiswWwwAXaM1HYG8uPhytUD-7BMOeSgJmgEWLhEirYs02_0mD37uUPA/s1600-h/The+refuge2.JPG">I know my photos of Cleveland are way more beautiful, but when I got a hold of what David was doing while I was in the US, I figured I'd give you a glimpse of that. Really, come on....like I really wanted to snow shoe all my stuff into a refuge and spend the weekend totally secluded, waking up to fresh snow everyday, cooking killer French food. How blah. <img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjy3di4V5sbHaA0XlvFoK33S-FXb7hBBUMmnyDb1QLGz8fhytxARmzL0IiZEraSMzM0fJMZcIEhf0m7Hf5IiswWwwAXaM1HYG8uPhytUD-7BMOeSgJmgEWLhEirYs02_0mD37uUPA/s320/The+refuge2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152823586933756594" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjy3di4V5sbHaA0XlvFoK33S-FXb7hBBUMmnyDb1QLGz8fhytxARmzL0IiZEraSMzM0fJMZcIEhf0m7Hf5IiswWwwAXaM1HYG8uPhytUD-7BMOeSgJmgEWLhEirYs02_0mD37uUPA/s1600-h/The+refuge2.JPG">The Refuge..</a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimYpe0_b4-C8BUAaWj69Okaacre0n3b9ZMFEog_EBKc2jrD-X7j9Wyim_oVkLn2vCKK1LNZM7K5MvYLWkDnFG674mevPsbCgM15-uz90lYwfAQWp_xlQzASDBqq5UEakdb3bc0_A/s1600-h/blk+white.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimYpe0_b4-C8BUAaWj69Okaacre0n3b9ZMFEog_EBKc2jrD-X7j9Wyim_oVkLn2vCKK1LNZM7K5MvYLWkDnFG674mevPsbCgM15-uz90lYwfAQWp_xlQzASDBqq5UEakdb3bc0_A/s320/blk+white.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152825425179759314" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJaYvClTvMthTZgBkbMRVS-5_NkZEQZ22YA_k8aMr02quGRhriCu_39Dij3juq9l2wxRdOPPFQPz7eZpEwRmg_g8g0eb9YsmrOFMGGlIGBZqMZSApi8MLhXSnCp0ySSbPophpyzQ/s1600-h/snow.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJaYvClTvMthTZgBkbMRVS-5_NkZEQZ22YA_k8aMr02quGRhriCu_39Dij3juq9l2wxRdOPPFQPz7eZpEwRmg_g8g0eb9YsmrOFMGGlIGBZqMZSApi8MLhXSnCp0ySSbPophpyzQ/s320/snow.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152823582638789282" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="text-decoration: underline;">Someone successfully shot a lot of photos of David....AND dancing...how this was accomplished I will never know...</span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkBe6ND92SdlwL8G99T6ZRMswnielQWSuETUHA3SKVJ9AJ-UPXNNcj9CTGi5pMUzBqBVTT2sx4_u5XwWHifzAm2CdPO3kRdznMB5Af97JOO5qke1Lq_7VM4atjWL_5CKzDtJZJAg/s1600-h/Dancing+David2.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkBe6ND92SdlwL8G99T6ZRMswnielQWSuETUHA3SKVJ9AJ-UPXNNcj9CTGi5pMUzBqBVTT2sx4_u5XwWHifzAm2CdPO3kRdznMB5Af97JOO5qke1Lq_7VM4atjWL_5CKzDtJZJAg/s320/Dancing+David2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152823586933756610" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">****All photos courtesy of Szimon...I don't know him yet, but I am definitely stealing his pictures</span>Jennhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00462317208868975599noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28797751.post-74304747010379974272008-01-01T05:33:00.001+01:002008-01-01T06:04:20.660+01:00A Little Glimpse of Christmas In Cleveland...for those of you who have never experienced it<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1CRAGUizhY8vZnfYgmiyZJInVHTmtQL64-tuMf4H4fq0Z3FFjByDM8kiRLieOXh1kLRKCJI3feUlVoSbk3j-wvjNWfkfcKuc6ALTgYQnyv00LEkZt3EKY5btBr62xzBWSpZ8zPQ/s1600-h/Xmas+2007+004.jpg">Day 1: Welcome to Cleveland! Holy snowstorm. I got a nice taste of winter the very first day...not very good flying weather ;(<img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1CRAGUizhY8vZnfYgmiyZJInVHTmtQL64-tuMf4H4fq0Z3FFjByDM8kiRLieOXh1kLRKCJI3feUlVoSbk3j-wvjNWfkfcKuc6ALTgYQnyv00LEkZt3EKY5btBr62xzBWSpZ8zPQ/s320/Xmas+2007+004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150366161265807970" border="0" /></a><br />But don't worry, it passed and I flew. I got a nice ride in the Eclipse 500, which I will hopefully be co-piloting when I get back. They're light jets, pretty good to start out on I'd say, and the chance of a lifetime. We'll see...it seems too good to be true...and you know what they say about that. <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDUOAZe-rJtYCbyfzGx-gC3is5rhAyo-Bq8g_S3c2Iej7faHmSz61X1aSG2SmlfChW_i9WsXZ_ta5jm4gNRvm-yqoAEJ08EoJZBnDztRlWicub9t6GJjHe-dRjeCFNfzRlapVyFQ/s1600-h/Eclipse+and+Jenn.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDUOAZe-rJtYCbyfzGx-gC3is5rhAyo-Bq8g_S3c2Iej7faHmSz61X1aSG2SmlfChW_i9WsXZ_ta5jm4gNRvm-yqoAEJ08EoJZBnDztRlWicub9t6GJjHe-dRjeCFNfzRlapVyFQ/s320/Eclipse+and+Jenn.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150363013054779954" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQi3jAPwjQBvwEBHcUG0D81dzZGeg4o7kc6Nf5kEFiAJI3witXwd5vxz07D56rOCbwSd0wAdJBnnOUpVS-DyyVZjpOfskiX3Qg6FP3Kp9zENCi6VFBbwhx4ORkN4x23NKEwy1KuA/s1600-h/Xmas+2007+037.jpg">And of course I got some flying time in my favorite plane ever! Naaz, got up at 6:30am to come take a jaunt to Ashtabula with me. I know what you're thinking....6:30??? But really guys, it's Ashtabula...wouldn't you get up at the crack of dawn to hang out in the Ashtabula pilot's lounge and eat Biscoff, mini-muffins and burnt coffee???<img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQi3jAPwjQBvwEBHcUG0D81dzZGeg4o7kc6Nf5kEFiAJI3witXwd5vxz07D56rOCbwSd0wAdJBnnOUpVS-DyyVZjpOfskiX3Qg6FP3Kp9zENCi6VFBbwhx4ORkN4x23NKEwy1KuA/s320/Xmas+2007+037.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150366178445677186" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7F4oKJpR0rFMTWkmaZ3rn36gKjDes_VAg-3MWb6t4HxQTdlj2q9iZgp8ovAwDXQVEVHt8Ef91raJE5sBb0GNpAq7VYWMYSK6Wio_iXNCpp6AboHytKZek2nLrteABqiimq9b79g/s1600-h/Xmas+2007+022.jpg">oooooh, Christmas from my front porch. I was actually going to go take a picture from the front lawn, but it was too cold and the porch was too warm.<img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7F4oKJpR0rFMTWkmaZ3rn36gKjDes_VAg-3MWb6t4HxQTdlj2q9iZgp8ovAwDXQVEVHt8Ef91raJE5sBb0GNpAq7VYWMYSK6Wio_iXNCpp6AboHytKZek2nLrteABqiimq9b79g/s320/Xmas+2007+022.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150366165560775282" border="0" /></a>Darrin with Lily. I am already being taunted with the fact that she'll be walking by the time I get back...and talking. I think these are lies but the guilt is very effective. Lily and I hung out quite a bit...I changed a lot of poopy diapers and got farted on in the baby-bjorn...ya know, we bonded. <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSM9OPjMBuSp2ckmfakeBG8mUcJRbj173bC6X6fdzqu1U6I51BlhhRw0To8D5u8CCHBgyzH9WDP0h_UTr9Q9Dzu5DNiuxqhwO9MtMrS9kTZkmy5I7FccxV0-UqxXBHNXO9a-tkCw/s1600-h/P1030279.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSM9OPjMBuSp2ckmfakeBG8mUcJRbj173bC6X6fdzqu1U6I51BlhhRw0To8D5u8CCHBgyzH9WDP0h_UTr9Q9Dzu5DNiuxqhwO9MtMrS9kTZkmy5I7FccxV0-UqxXBHNXO9a-tkCw/s320/P1030279.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150363030234649170" border="0" /></a>Jennhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00462317208868975599noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28797751.post-23291553694453416002007-11-18T16:26:00.000+01:002007-12-12T12:42:46.171+01:00Flying in the Alps and a night in Corsica<a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3HbttZP4v51OUxFypMVsWOp0YY_KVvS0fqJqgUbsqdfTfpECluwk-Z4Gswkd2PcObxqEiUfZGIyoBPHJP3FAy-SVtS256jsBBBcMobB4W7IAFusDeX3hF8O37z6DGcb1ahChvyw/s1600-h/IMG_0755.JPG">If there's one thing my dad taught me about flying, is was to never expect things to go as planned. Always bring a book, and some contact solution because you could be stuck at any airport for a myriad of reasons. So I was quite delighted with my keen sense of planning (having packed a toothbrush and all the necessities for an overnight trip, well except underwear) when I took a joyride through France only to get stuck overnight in Corsica - of course really, it was a pleasure to get 'stuck' in Corsica, where the temperatures don't require 8 layers of clothing. And the fact that David's uncle Pierre has a vacation home right on the <span style="font-weight: bold;">sea</span> and just happened to be on vacation this past weekend only added to the pleasure of being stranded on an island. </a><br /><br />The plane: The Diamond Twinstar - confusing glass panel and all<br /><a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3HbttZP4v51OUxFypMVsWOp0YY_KVvS0fqJqgUbsqdfTfpECluwk-Z4Gswkd2PcObxqEiUfZGIyoBPHJP3FAy-SVtS256jsBBBcMobB4W7IAFusDeX3hF8O37z6DGcb1ahChvyw/s1600-h/IMG_0755.JPG"></a><br /><table id="xpalettetable" style="width: 130px;" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"> <tbody><tr><td style="border: 1px solid rgb(255, 255, 255);" unselectable="on" onmouseover="PaletteOver(this)" onmouseout="PaletteOut(this)" onclick="PaletteClick('#000000')" bgcolor="#000000"><img src="http://www.blogger.com/post-edit.g?blogID=28797751&postID=2329155369445341600" height="1" width="1" /></td></tr></tbody> </table> <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3HbttZP4v51OUxFypMVsWOp0YY_KVvS0fqJqgUbsqdfTfpECluwk-Z4Gswkd2PcObxqEiUfZGIyoBPHJP3FAy-SVtS256jsBBBcMobB4W7IAFusDeX3hF8O37z6DGcb1ahChvyw/s1600-h/IMG_0755.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3HbttZP4v51OUxFypMVsWOp0YY_KVvS0fqJqgUbsqdfTfpECluwk-Z4Gswkd2PcObxqEiUfZGIyoBPHJP3FAy-SVtS256jsBBBcMobB4W7IAFusDeX3hF8O37z6DGcb1ahChvyw/s320/IMG_0755.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134204504685558242" border="0" /></a>Corsica airport, hanging out on the tarmac...<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzcSZ7M8dh03YYyk2LOKT-mGh3f6otZNq44MpgTFcd47WzBVBqKS9JLmCFdMR79kFI7gfCmxN65eEAHhUiDlqwsd33u-RQC29SwlobzgPD7VfdIRFLwxhy9lEVq8JN7PASvBh3pA/s1600-h/IMG_0753.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzcSZ7M8dh03YYyk2LOKT-mGh3f6otZNq44MpgTFcd47WzBVBqKS9JLmCFdMR79kFI7gfCmxN65eEAHhUiDlqwsd33u-RQC29SwlobzgPD7VfdIRFLwxhy9lEVq8JN7PASvBh3pA/s320/IMG_0753.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134204517570460146" border="0" /></a>An aerial view of the shoreline:<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieiuMFrlCDhpMy9FoGyGsFwet7gzwfqTERn1Em3WY8ePMhcRyiSa_4me1ctaKDdzpIMbAKM9ljkq4RTZceUTLWg8P938nXP85vOlx14kqoFFnJ-IeVuZ0Ni0ExaqlOCDCbTPKLIg/s1600-h/IMG_0768.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieiuMFrlCDhpMy9FoGyGsFwet7gzwfqTERn1Em3WY8ePMhcRyiSa_4me1ctaKDdzpIMbAKM9ljkq4RTZceUTLWg8P938nXP85vOlx14kqoFFnJ-IeVuZ0Ni0ExaqlOCDCbTPKLIg/s320/IMG_0768.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134204521865427458" border="0" /></a>What a shame, having to fly over such boring terrain as the Alps....<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjT23R9VjRWe5jUcMfG23WK8Riw0sORjJKi8k3bW6mHOU7ZKx-crTbnrtisf6L4MZJQ3BrnOF150OKn7rrsGV5p5-rTRuUS5jvCKzhuAcAOYjsDhJBTxGZ1TWd4MaFYQhsQ9lgRbQ/s1600-h/IMG_0771.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjT23R9VjRWe5jUcMfG23WK8Riw0sORjJKi8k3bW6mHOU7ZKx-crTbnrtisf6L4MZJQ3BrnOF150OKn7rrsGV5p5-rTRuUS5jvCKzhuAcAOYjsDhJBTxGZ1TWd4MaFYQhsQ9lgRbQ/s320/IMG_0771.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134204530455362066" border="0" /></a>Corsica from the ground, or more specifically from Uncle Pierre's front yard...<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5z0uRPtcn4pHrS-C4Li8ZuhHrcnGr44XNnhzG7FTmaO8bDiEdj15_8-h6s_jN7atq33f2fDLuKS709dooR8en74tzvcrgDSAbMIImKLfn4rUKe9Me7aNcfcBm40tVArhyoz35EQ/s1600-h/IMG_0730.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5z0uRPtcn4pHrS-C4Li8ZuhHrcnGr44XNnhzG7FTmaO8bDiEdj15_8-h6s_jN7atq33f2fDLuKS709dooR8en74tzvcrgDSAbMIImKLfn4rUKe9Me7aNcfcBm40tVArhyoz35EQ/s320/IMG_0730.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134203332159486370" border="0" /></a>Pierre's house:<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7vYwiJmepXacuNjBb9L5ljpAr9_nLhGxEXkGX5yjg3mQ6qat0AR4aFC7KdQ_jPolsAuh_vPydQbVMUZVQMnuMR-yuhvglrJwpEgV-K2yU_kamXukNI2lFnb8YdETGEaWfwdINXg/s1600-h/IMG_0737.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7vYwiJmepXacuNjBb9L5ljpAr9_nLhGxEXkGX5yjg3mQ6qat0AR4aFC7KdQ_jPolsAuh_vPydQbVMUZVQMnuMR-yuhvglrJwpEgV-K2yU_kamXukNI2lFnb8YdETGEaWfwdINXg/s320/IMG_0737.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134203336454453682" border="0" /></a>Another view from his 'front yard', Pierre swims a lot, so it's lucky the <span style="font-weight: bold;">sea</span> is right there.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5SEpApNI1w9pAMdccMQXT9Tskhv6eJ0hQ6ASdLt67RygZTmGgdSykgvpRG_t1d7OHUBKmE8Kh_nCefkmwcFKpLk902BTdQcYWjj1mDmw0o10ET6phQdoLNc8vqZS9k7RPPxPARA/s1600-h/IMG_0743.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5SEpApNI1w9pAMdccMQXT9Tskhv6eJ0hQ6ASdLt67RygZTmGgdSykgvpRG_t1d7OHUBKmE8Kh_nCefkmwcFKpLk902BTdQcYWjj1mDmw0o10ET6phQdoLNc8vqZS9k7RPPxPARA/s320/IMG_0743.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134203349339355586" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;">A brief explanation of why your camera is equipped with a wrist strap:</span><br />A view from the marina. I lost my camera a few pictures after this. I was being a nerd and taking my own picture when the camera jumped out of my hands and plunged a good 6 feet below me into the rocks. You can't see me here, but I'm standing on a big pile of boulder-y rocks that are pretty high off of the ground. After my camera bounced from rock to rock and eventually into a tiny hole and into the black abyss below I was sure I had lost yet another camera. Disgusted with my inability to master even the most basic motor skills, I resigned myself to the reality that it was gone. How I ended up finding it, I don't know. But when I did, I spent 45 minutes trying to figure out how to retrieve it. Do you know how frustrating it is to see your camera sitting comfortably in a hole screaming - hahaha you idiot, try and get me now?! I jammed myself into various positions and contorted my body in ways that a body isn't meant to go all in an effort to fit into the rocks and get my stupid camera. Which I did, by the way, obviously, get. I was completely inside the rocks, ignoring my newfound claustrophobia and hoping that there weren't snakes or other lovely animals living in there - if there were, I didn't see them. And then out I came safe and sound, with a camera that suffered a few major scratches but still functions like a pro, those Canons, they hold up. And that, ladies and gentleman, is how I have learned the hard way exactly why they put a wrist strap on your camera.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWgIHfAtdLKJIuE2e83fTHKdBoya5kxraaDxkVFLU4UZphFC317OaepvpNLooW1KkirM246ASzbxC0ioRbjSTwZtSmHR3eb7iUPOfAReqXIvsvaD1mTj5pZBTawYWI9-KNa0j9vg/s1600-h/IMG_0749.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWgIHfAtdLKJIuE2e83fTHKdBoya5kxraaDxkVFLU4UZphFC317OaepvpNLooW1KkirM246ASzbxC0ioRbjSTwZtSmHR3eb7iUPOfAReqXIvsvaD1mTj5pZBTawYWI9-KNa0j9vg/s320/IMG_0749.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134203357929290194" border="0" /></a>Jennhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00462317208868975599noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28797751.post-41891238538235124902007-10-29T12:00:00.001+01:002007-10-29T12:24:05.512+01:00More pictures from the para-gliding weekend<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiK-VAOFJ3FxMFpl5eI6FdPkLzH2IWtiu7KmMeYOT4cwn7nLB-0M8QoVpwkJBKt_l-P_xiURF_YCrD5aufpvzVE9Gxn_7HklwUy7EfaGsKpjZmX5yFe7vJXjJQwU_hKzMVa8kDqXg/s1600-h/IMG_0719.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiK-VAOFJ3FxMFpl5eI6FdPkLzH2IWtiu7KmMeYOT4cwn7nLB-0M8QoVpwkJBKt_l-P_xiURF_YCrD5aufpvzVE9Gxn_7HklwUy7EfaGsKpjZmX5yFe7vJXjJQwU_hKzMVa8kDqXg/s320/IMG_0719.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126714514794516178" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhEo_syO5qGYcRD4yFdzuvRwoOMTPeSV-I1BMwW8R8glYn-rkihsbiA3hNPLluk4h0J8VeE4ZK7dq2XAPzV_iY8AkOnaCqDqpsbp-ub7LiGkl2UZ-zPBhZHcYfg5a6wd1-qq5jow/s1600-h/IMG_0726.JPG">THE Volcano...we hike from where this picture was taken, all the way to the top to get to the para-gliding. This was their idea of a leisurely hike mind you. I had told them about my knee and they said, no no it will be fine, just a small walk....yeah. And did I mention we had kids with us? Three strollers... it was like off-roading with limousines. <img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhEo_syO5qGYcRD4yFdzuvRwoOMTPeSV-I1BMwW8R8glYn-rkihsbiA3hNPLluk4h0J8VeE4ZK7dq2XAPzV_iY8AkOnaCqDqpsbp-ub7LiGkl2UZ-zPBhZHcYfg5a6wd1-qq5jow/s320/IMG_0726.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126714544859287266" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEio3aElrKXYmplfwHvFLeuHmVhxSpSpq52XzIWCWMrZ85hU4CimoQn_R-icA2yENWM_tmvAzqYdOSR5iPfKslxecZ7SF9ZNrzo6RW3ZgJiU7j6BwKrQSGt7A5B52u5EvURGHnxhWw/s1600-h/IMG_0728.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEio3aElrKXYmplfwHvFLeuHmVhxSpSpq52XzIWCWMrZ85hU4CimoQn_R-icA2yENWM_tmvAzqYdOSR5iPfKslxecZ7SF9ZNrzo6RW3ZgJiU7j6BwKrQSGt7A5B52u5EvURGHnxhWw/s320/IMG_0728.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126714574924058354" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkXqh8NqPEaG7cwahopn8auhd0e2foMJoiELzk4m97FKRFKLmnDxPahKubucJRzOw4thyKt8l827N91IwrFmVODLcmuKVDu9GmiNkrEf5tLQvB5zOngYyDVcbIzCMUlseN4j7IIg/s1600-h/IMG_0727.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkXqh8NqPEaG7cwahopn8auhd0e2foMJoiELzk4m97FKRFKLmnDxPahKubucJRzOw4thyKt8l827N91IwrFmVODLcmuKVDu9GmiNkrEf5tLQvB5zOngYyDVcbIzCMUlseN4j7IIg/s320/IMG_0727.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126714583513992962" border="0" /></a>Jennhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00462317208868975599noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28797751.post-28280299093005123282007-10-29T11:22:00.001+01:002007-10-29T11:53:53.687+01:00Para-gliding off of a Dormant Volcano<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6WuqhY0PuE28psg7hK9xCfiyo3iwvGwtXe8f0qttTSzgyYRh6Tq_8RwAA2eh_aBCe7ESAlBuHAN5vi1iYqt_vYytqI0KpjxhhHLcaiXZCB9ju2GS1QGElcUzzrckxvhsb1aJVtQ/s1600-h/IMG_0713.JPG"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">Always a weekend somewhere here in France. This weekend we went to another big house with another bunch of friends and spent the weekend hiking and of course...para-gliding, because isn't that what everyone does on the weekend? </span></a><br /><br />I hesitated to agree to this weird para gliding stuff. I was pretty scared, because you know, I'm always scared. I refused to research anything about para-gliding, because there are accidents in any sport and I had no desire to scare myself any more than I already was...I saved that fun activity for afterwards.<br /><br />This is me and the guy who took me up. Here I am pretending not to be scared. <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6WuqhY0PuE28psg7hK9xCfiyo3iwvGwtXe8f0qttTSzgyYRh6Tq_8RwAA2eh_aBCe7ESAlBuHAN5vi1iYqt_vYytqI0KpjxhhHLcaiXZCB9ju2GS1QGElcUzzrckxvhsb1aJVtQ/s1600-h/IMG_0713.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6WuqhY0PuE28psg7hK9xCfiyo3iwvGwtXe8f0qttTSzgyYRh6Tq_8RwAA2eh_aBCe7ESAlBuHAN5vi1iYqt_vYytqI0KpjxhhHLcaiXZCB9ju2GS1QGElcUzzrckxvhsb1aJVtQ/s320/IMG_0713.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126703167490920018" border="0" /></a>Oh crap, no turning back. He is explaining how to take-off right here and in my nervousness I am half-listening, always a good tactic.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIMHbUYOwej8TN6W5W0pIROrgR4FcvxTWvnxBIhhm9wgzNz0wLVTQ8gtuj6SMGStxb3ro4cHGKTRb6cjYUo_jGAshVgq2VCct-SFRurraJNu7JEPdyv351hWwaBsMM39hJ3HeC6w/s1600-h/IMG_0715.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIMHbUYOwej8TN6W5W0pIROrgR4FcvxTWvnxBIhhm9wgzNz0wLVTQ8gtuj6SMGStxb3ro4cHGKTRb6cjYUo_jGAshVgq2VCct-SFRurraJNu7JEPdyv351hWwaBsMM39hJ3HeC6w/s320/IMG_0715.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126703180375821922" border="0" /></a>Here he is yelling at me - no no no. Because I didn't listen. Notice I am leaning back and he is leaning forward. I am royally screwing up the take-off.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggMEOOrRE3HDwD_oxd9JNI6H2IhkhuUb8PSwZDKOc3zcyXqiFbeZAdTO0vo8zc-iQWgawpCXaDVnzabcsOKRiyk3LMCmVfF3TslC6h73C_rXez0A8cfeBXvJXnOOhlQqz8T3BUjA/s1600-h/IMG_0716.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggMEOOrRE3HDwD_oxd9JNI6H2IhkhuUb8PSwZDKOc3zcyXqiFbeZAdTO0vo8zc-iQWgawpCXaDVnzabcsOKRiyk3LMCmVfF3TslC6h73C_rXez0A8cfeBXvJXnOOhlQqz8T3BUjA/s320/IMG_0716.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126703188965756530" border="0" /></a>Phew. All is well, we made it. We flew for 20 minutes. It was really calm and slow, although it was always a little disconcerting to be hanging in a harness from a bunch of strings attached to a parachute thing. I also made a big mess of the landing. Everyone warned me that the landing was going to seem like you needed to run...but that really it's just a nice gentle walk when you get down. I thought I was going to nail it. As we descended I thought how clever I was and how great my landing would be. We approached and he yelled directions in my ear that I didn't understand. The ground approached fast and still I resisted the urge to run. And then we crashed and I realized that my slow walk was not enough and that actually I should have run a bit! hahaha. Oh well, it was fun anyway.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWheTRssKnrK2e8S5hbwV0HkAmsSfrfj3BEPAtxisyWViLK7YieRI964lVltE2WPdYs9x6s9Kd1QCB6E15eXnwb5MH4TA5cLbnXNto8P0fw5fXUP-dCW4rfEQGs8h84uTt50httQ/s1600-h/IMG_0717.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWheTRssKnrK2e8S5hbwV0HkAmsSfrfj3BEPAtxisyWViLK7YieRI964lVltE2WPdYs9x6s9Kd1QCB6E15eXnwb5MH4TA5cLbnXNto8P0fw5fXUP-dCW4rfEQGs8h84uTt50httQ/s320/IMG_0717.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126703193260723842" border="0" /></a>Jennhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00462317208868975599noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28797751.post-15587863692742325142007-10-24T12:23:00.000+02:002007-10-24T12:33:16.300+02:00Lyon<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAB37-oJVquW24-OhTR3FFboRbaVq3GGUDvvidTwfsr8dNboWcmOYVh_akm_CRtBMs0HHOJ8xqTVExm9hZ4rNCoXvJCOppBH_1_9kclKHc2RQFBCESjRSwiER9L2n1XLUKW-bB_g/s1600-h/P1010966.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAB37-oJVquW24-OhTR3FFboRbaVq3GGUDvvidTwfsr8dNboWcmOYVh_akm_CRtBMs0HHOJ8xqTVExm9hZ4rNCoXvJCOppBH_1_9kclKHc2RQFBCESjRSwiER9L2n1XLUKW-bB_g/s320/P1010966.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124848471140305426" border="0" /></a>Some photos from hanging around Lyon this week.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUo1Zr17BPCr0ThbKyMiftGpgfGgJuvt9jdi0J8nmNURD23hfnkk3So5vM5ue-HgQkU27GAIRZjoE-VpAB_RuNC5OkRMvpRN652aZLuXRS2h-2s2uIUjNco3GLTWmjuKgYeGhw0A/s1600-h/P1020066.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUo1Zr17BPCr0ThbKyMiftGpgfGgJuvt9jdi0J8nmNURD23hfnkk3So5vM5ue-HgQkU27GAIRZjoE-VpAB_RuNC5OkRMvpRN652aZLuXRS2h-2s2uIUjNco3GLTWmjuKgYeGhw0A/s320/P1020066.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124848492615141922" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDYI9cQMajrF0DOLS6fi1uui3XMBP1XExBGFbtTATvfSyXETA56cddm_Afuo3I9FU-HTv-cOe63HDC9_vme0LfNM92IHeaGAkFe-2K5saxOKD2-76LfcPYa9sLD99v_BVOHLXzvA/s1600-h/P1010908.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDYI9cQMajrF0DOLS6fi1uui3XMBP1XExBGFbtTATvfSyXETA56cddm_Afuo3I9FU-HTv-cOe63HDC9_vme0LfNM92IHeaGAkFe-2K5saxOKD2-76LfcPYa9sLD99v_BVOHLXzvA/s320/P1010908.JPG" border="0" /></a> </div><br /><div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;">Forever I've been talking about the free bikes...seen below, here they are. If only we could start that in Cleveland.<br /><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAnzyeekZf-s9HJO-U8mwA8E8cERZEvIyJUN5yipCzEYOjvg4gdGeAiIa14zGL3Jwixo5zXu6Ps6Mh7MrV7KXx9vmKzRqjJMq0e_gUEzOimenSvxM2JaJdAbKQguf6yGjRbQGVGg/s1600-h/P1010913.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAnzyeekZf-s9HJO-U8mwA8E8cERZEvIyJUN5yipCzEYOjvg4gdGeAiIa14zGL3Jwixo5zXu6Ps6Mh7MrV7KXx9vmKzRqjJMq0e_gUEzOimenSvxM2JaJdAbKQguf6yGjRbQGVGg/s320/P1010913.JPG" border="0" /></a> </div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAnzyeekZf-s9HJO-U8mwA8E8cERZEvIyJUN5yipCzEYOjvg4gdGeAiIa14zGL3Jwixo5zXu6Ps6Mh7MrV7KXx9vmKzRqjJMq0e_gUEzOimenSvxM2JaJdAbKQguf6yGjRbQGVGg/s1600-h/P1010913.JPG"></a><div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVRYoi8Bj2ynAWSN6Br6lXJ5QBbGiHj1QM56WwZDuFmZdJNuofETdgJW7dRq6tuK4uT3rJfGJTvcRsdQCZSuuzmhQKIndbRzY6dpzCM6TX6BP2SNZIDzR15Cb6EtjTnjaKe4fPsA/s1600-h/P1010926.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVRYoi8Bj2ynAWSN6Br6lXJ5QBbGiHj1QM56WwZDuFmZdJNuofETdgJW7dRq6tuK4uT3rJfGJTvcRsdQCZSuuzmhQKIndbRzY6dpzCM6TX6BP2SNZIDzR15Cb6EtjTnjaKe4fPsA/s320/P1010926.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJY4LMYbWAW4y_hlPz6JHJrqJLwXy06NZV6saHBiup_yLEdRK_Cw81M70E3EFLnXFHD9xJ0lDghQsxUWDEr1z1pnPe7rPsTtzGl8t5P-UzRD0f2CiEUcEeq3BxNFGzRFD07THJOA/s1600-h/P1010941.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJY4LMYbWAW4y_hlPz6JHJrqJLwXy06NZV6saHBiup_yLEdRK_Cw81M70E3EFLnXFHD9xJ0lDghQsxUWDEr1z1pnPe7rPsTtzGl8t5P-UzRD0f2CiEUcEeq3BxNFGzRFD07THJOA/s320/P1010941.JPG" border="0" /></a> </div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqelRncU07NlT6hmNEqY1CtljQFg0ChZVJRW4Rhyphenhyphen7PFweW-Wy6waAaPdvqhj0TbKquTlzZvyf02pheLfLGwu_eaF0El-2G3nh7nZqf68C_zfbqtlLfnZNzH41Qk9sJ13PMpK7zPw/s1600-h/P1020005.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqelRncU07NlT6hmNEqY1CtljQFg0ChZVJRW4Rhyphenhyphen7PFweW-Wy6waAaPdvqhj0TbKquTlzZvyf02pheLfLGwu_eaF0El-2G3nh7nZqf68C_zfbqtlLfnZNzH41Qk9sJ13PMpK7zPw/s320/P1020005.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124848496910109234" border="0" /></a> </div><br /><div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"> </div><div style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"><img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" alt="Posted by Picasa" style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" align="middle" border="0" /></a></div>Jennhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00462317208868975599noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28797751.post-7992707645818453872007-10-24T11:42:00.000+02:002007-10-24T11:54:14.668+02:00Other Pictures from the FêteTina and Jason. Jason was kind enough to take fabulous photos all weekend. So I have to give him credit for all the pictures I have from this weekend. <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVcp-O9Y3sIP2qT4D-1IwuOBz6SP7LM9BcOEPtsarwGWxiVMh3JJE5QDSotebGj305wQrqdRO_KNsW7g3juJj5sxfkQGIVuu7wKasEHH44z1hNNG3vDAiU-qrgkRXbS_ZgX8v3xA/s1600-h/jasons+pictures+from+Lyon+vacation+102.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124839056571992514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVcp-O9Y3sIP2qT4D-1IwuOBz6SP7LM9BcOEPtsarwGWxiVMh3JJE5QDSotebGj305wQrqdRO_KNsW7g3juJj5sxfkQGIVuu7wKasEHH44z1hNNG3vDAiU-qrgkRXbS_ZgX8v3xA/s320/jasons+pictures+from+Lyon+vacation+102.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>The beautiful French countryside.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMNavsB-rDE9pJ9j_YqHLzFkXXuGJiJxRMpjm6rjaKPuyo8EOT22bsFSbna43X0t8pJW5ASQNzoguQ-7zj5fZwcBCDMhsLXzevfQgEdGvusgkfjOsKCg9wf9f81o3KHYNWXHV9UA/s1600-h/jasons+pictures+from+Lyon+vacation+009.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124837484613962114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMNavsB-rDE9pJ9j_YqHLzFkXXuGJiJxRMpjm6rjaKPuyo8EOT22bsFSbna43X0t8pJW5ASQNzoguQ-7zj5fZwcBCDMhsLXzevfQgEdGvusgkfjOsKCg9wf9f81o3KHYNWXHV9UA/s320/jasons+pictures+from+Lyon+vacation+009.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Tina, being the dance teacher she is, wowed us with her moves and even taught us a few. She was quite popular on the dance floor...of course none of us wanted to have to dance next to her, but we welcomed any help we could get!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHUH3nFGAz0UO4JVXXBXzffpu1_j4WhC0dYR8qA3BaxgmlVc69jS6ejJX1Z7fhBKmDhUnnafddqVfGNScNADDQc1tQu1rfsfujF3fX_7JU5x4EWo0Wkg_h83BqyKAhdbggyUBnZw/s1600-h/jasons+pictures+from+Lyon+vacation+090.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124837493203896722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHUH3nFGAz0UO4JVXXBXzffpu1_j4WhC0dYR8qA3BaxgmlVc69jS6ejJX1Z7fhBKmDhUnnafddqVfGNScNADDQc1tQu1rfsfujF3fX_7JU5x4EWo0Wkg_h83BqyKAhdbggyUBnZw/s320/jasons+pictures+from+Lyon+vacation+090.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Next door to our house there was a family of donkeys. We amused ourselves for probably way too long, petting them and feeding them lettuce. <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBBbTr1EqycbaTB-4tpyKzorDJJX4pAdXQuKs_wSk8b5lKUE6NNisxfSIMPP-URYrSv6ovvLfomaMVCzYzv-MIHLSThacpg3MruP2ZvNsd9MIrpQw-s1lbzcssFySHRY9A97i5BA/s1600-h/jasons+pictures+from+Lyon+vacation+011.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124837501793831330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBBbTr1EqycbaTB-4tpyKzorDJJX4pAdXQuKs_wSk8b5lKUE6NNisxfSIMPP-URYrSv6ovvLfomaMVCzYzv-MIHLSThacpg3MruP2ZvNsd9MIrpQw-s1lbzcssFySHRY9A97i5BA/s320/jasons+pictures+from+Lyon+vacation+011.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />The house...of course we had to try climbing it...just look at those holds!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAfPla5mHAnOqkaS1zZLYSyYoERYcsslg6xnYHprtPuxOjSh_ItQRAhrb__5MRfPnKDlJfeg2GC7dJlQO5RHuGZWBr5au1ssfvCYcUpDRaCVTW7YpFv1CMm6m1vPTr5U5sYy7g1Q/s1600-h/jasons+pictures+from+Lyon+vacation+097.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124837506088798642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAfPla5mHAnOqkaS1zZLYSyYoERYcsslg6xnYHprtPuxOjSh_ItQRAhrb__5MRfPnKDlJfeg2GC7dJlQO5RHuGZWBr5au1ssfvCYcUpDRaCVTW7YpFv1CMm6m1vPTr5U5sYy7g1Q/s320/jasons+pictures+from+Lyon+vacation+097.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div></div></div>Jennhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00462317208868975599noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28797751.post-47280211749933395892007-10-24T11:34:00.000+02:002007-10-24T11:54:34.767+02:00Rounds 2-4<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124835401554823506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikaZPYFGHt7rjrq9NsmXeZd9jQmbsjbgEVfjoyBjZNrY2XOw2BHn0drm3LNeXqM6_77vFPsponpmmMR0ATHTStkJcsQIJWXU_GRQe5JJ-iPEJFsFArli7UR4f4LeiSD7CIadrOfw/s320/jasons+pictures+from+Lyon+vacation+078.jpg" border="0" /><br /><br /><div>After the bottle contest, we did the limbo. After the limbo, there was a tough twister comp, and then my favorite - the marshmallows. How many marshmallows can you shove into your mouth without chewing, swallowing, or puking? The record was 22. They looked like squirrels, it was actually pretty gross, but mildly fascinating at the same time.<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124835427324627298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWdsI3RY1lZtLg4aCaCOBdgtJeu6bAwzCRS_DcSl4_gAL1QR7vs9eroFdgpA72fWYxPXoBnZb3a5mpHzAjxca5yUXDC-L_02xA3DzLa-eUGpx6rnM2yXvDLYQ-XRQhcP7Co1v6Rw/s320/jasons+pictures+from+Lyon+vacation+086.jpg" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124835448799463794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8SdCCT0eRdHok7BPyH5oNsA4yRbotnw4boara6lwH2siZS-syNFSaKjwQkyWrw-5OonM_EwSs6XJNsPCxAKBQ5ry76hYmAZhOczCdgsfLZV9rdU3kjggyZB0_M_naNyCRl12Iwg/s320/jasons+pictures+from+Lyon+vacation+084.jpg" border="0" /></div>Jennhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00462317208868975599noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28797751.post-22823687018718394662007-10-24T10:49:00.000+02:002007-10-24T12:06:20.384+02:00The Biggest Birthday Party I Have Ever Been To<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfxhF-VW9xD4dDv0AzR6cUoLTHa_Gn7JawPOxMBAHqqjpPMyVC9KhMBsMYBp1oXeob_OC3YD-XNR4rV9EtSfT0UXE-GOE3Je6N6aojU6hF0GhchL6m8epk91EQTG8cvBHdqLu2QQ/s1600-h/jasons+pictures+from+Lyon+vacation+004.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfxhF-VW9xD4dDv0AzR6cUoLTHa_Gn7JawPOxMBAHqqjpPMyVC9KhMBsMYBp1oXeob_OC3YD-XNR4rV9EtSfT0UXE-GOE3Je6N6aojU6hF0GhchL6m8epk91EQTG8cvBHdqLu2QQ/s160/jasons+pictures+from+Lyon+vacation+004.jpg" border="0" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPf3LHPWIWl4KIwP5QAqyiwHAXHJ4jFRSG9-X1BsNQMKPUd5PBsw32Nlg5hUQDtsCWTUyo7WK6H-RXv6ZLlwTCRltNKE8wl0P3wpXTmC7LVmKMflXvNKUHt0-X-u6QZTaewdYX9A/s1600-h/jasons+pictures+from+Lyon+vacation+003.jpg"></a><br />When the French have a party, they sure don't skimp on anything. Our friend <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Geoffroy</span> celebrated his 30<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">th</span> birthday last weekend with his friend Stephan, who was conveniently born on the same day in the same year as <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Geoffroy</span>. They invited 50 of their friends and then rented a big house in the countryside to <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">accommodate</span> all of us. They spent the week cooking and preparing everything....even and orientation race. See, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">Geoffroy</span> is a big mountaineer, so the weekend wouldn't be complete without some outside fun. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">Geoffroy</span> designed and marked the orientation course, handed out maps, compasses and split all fifty people into teams. It lasted about two hours and was followed by 4 rounds of finals. There were four people to a team, so each team chose 1 person for each activity.<br /><br />THE BOTTLE GAME: The first round was the wine bottle balance thing, I have no idea what else to call it. It is explained in pictures below.<br /><br />First you balance on two wine bottles like so. You can't see it too well, but you do have a barrier (the piece of wood) for your feet so that you can't move them forward. The object is to move one of the bottles as far forward as you can, without throwing it, then balancing on the remaining bottle and somehow finish <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">standing</span> up, without falling or letting any part of your body touch the ground. <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQWvjOSnljoT4q2t-tWwRek97vpWxe75gpwxxpQD-BJ9t6Hbr9BulBpXR06QnUQpckKHTFz1USy9m8KtN7A9cwQduRXs2UemgNvizFjtzB1nrN9gJLTdl7-9-5dVVbxY33LPjaZw/s1600-h/jasons+pictures+from+Lyon+vacation+022.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124824934719523026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhM9iaX-Jy5eOiQXlCyt5yR82Luexdh6XIloUBzi7JUCHyfWdyOLOdS5ehQiUw4jYh-WPq6RVMJxvroVabPrTfKgtC9ysg0Dk1lU9uhPXnrNOymDhSAlXhqTWx0yZ_5ua_hzsrP7w/s320/jasons+pictures+from+Lyon+vacation+023.jpg" border="0" /><span style="color:#000000;">Then you get stuck like this and think oh crap, it's like push ups on wine bottles.</span></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQWvjOSnljoT4q2t-tWwRek97vpWxe75gpwxxpQD-BJ9t6Hbr9BulBpXR06QnUQpckKHTFz1USy9m8KtN7A9cwQduRXs2UemgNvizFjtzB1nrN9gJLTdl7-9-5dVVbxY33LPjaZw/s1600-h/jasons+pictures+from+Lyon+vacation+022.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124824926129588418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQWvjOSnljoT4q2t-tWwRek97vpWxe75gpwxxpQD-BJ9t6Hbr9BulBpXR06QnUQpckKHTFz1USy9m8KtN7A9cwQduRXs2UemgNvizFjtzB1nrN9gJLTdl7-9-5dVVbxY33LPjaZw/s320/jasons+pictures+from+Lyon+vacation+022.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />If you are lucky enough to descend on the bottles, you usually contort your face <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">something</span> like this and cast your gaze way ahead of you setting your goals way too high:<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124824939014490338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglWnOG3OzkUxCYMWZacuUFu9_QR4mF0JjmCtZoUXP-I2Mij3KlDQo8SiLcocuxk_gG_V_sf893FJwVhCtBoO_VSKL-5dV_kHykS7kX14ER7dDG6LAkM0lyQM5McRvhVOPN2KSn2Q/s320/jasons+pictures+from+Lyon+vacation+030.jpg" border="0" /> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">ohhh</span>, don't let it fall:<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124832004235692306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSiwDM0poZPD1oWRG1di-aTj6Y15AAQrycuZxgoP32bt5UhfQp7k5_FPNxX7moq3IeBYRtd6BirUySqtMpLfTjEijFLTaebepEwwnToyR6bAuEvwXSb0zzxOvwOUW3_BD_rTPBJA/s320/jasons+pictures+from+Lyon+vacation+024.jpg" border="0" />Oh <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">là</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">là</span>.... or more like <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">ahhhhhh</span>....trying to actually push up with both hands on one wine bottle proved nearly impossible:<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124824951899392258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZ3uUoeH9svgVeHfRX6EQ867QR9YQ89ycj8KZwQoFqx4NCUNZcMSUFDRMxpZvGLR2OrjKP9OQw2kqB31uJFr9locJVlf1U4rjPwKyWbieVd7SownbKsy2Ju_o2xccyaLJid85BhA/s320/jasons+pictures+from+Lyon+vacation+059.jpg" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124833361445357890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi37rUSM5mYJZWv2lWd-NMN9lqKP9cKd2uMmjxKW2zFcS2xoMU_dhzKzCBk_7tnlBCGIcuzTGWF6gSRUOsfCO7x1s3Daht5eV34n_4tfOzZRMlExHYNG_W2yjDHUoMS_-rA1gbAhw/s320/jasons+pictures+from+Lyon+vacation+065.jpg" border="0" />The End, and mostly the end was failure ;) But how sweet it was.<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124832042890398002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_mPxEP4l9BLlgyqHpnZrxFW57NRN9BhQNv1QwiXMJRrA2VDq8JVBo_B8i4mAo9y6JArqj5R8_1g8B7KzrRKWaICINQ2dHR8v-in2Y7ucwnC6Rop5oy0AFQZSVE7DoO002ZzgzkQ/s320/jasons+pictures+from+Lyon+vacation+061.jpg" border="0" />Jennhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00462317208868975599noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28797751.post-64980270145353424252007-09-30T00:46:00.000+02:002007-09-30T01:16:37.783+02:00Les Gorges du Verdon<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitfI6p_MYsGF8-iKPi1YVQ4rMrwPiUeaahs5BrupPUgSiS8sfPdj8lq48D5YI1V_P1zBgfRQLjzdWuvCkidzbNIzUtiLGva9ak8-StfUakCAoZfTONOnTUbPuXkpjAx0KO0Nx74A/s1600-h/caravan.jpg">Oh the French climbing, how it beats me every time. We spent the last week in the French 'Grand Canyon' the Verdon Gorge. Most of the climbing is multi-pitch and must be accessed by rappelling all the way to the bottom of the Gorge to get to the beginning of your route. And since I'm not a long route pro by any stretch...the whole rapping into a black abyss is kind of scary. But well, I guess that's all part of the game. Below is a picture of our trailer. Yes, your eyes do not deceive you, we stayed high class in a trailer and loved every minute of our one lavish night in Maurice's trailer. See the Verdon lies in the south of France and we just figured it would be pretty warm. And it was warm during the day, but it easily dipped into the 30's during the night. I haven't even mentioned the wind...which threatened to blow us away in our tent during the night. On our last night, the owner of the camp ground (a talkative older Frenchman, Maurice) insisted that we stay in the trailer on his property. Et voila! A whole trailer all to ourselves...which we heated by lighting the gas stove and just hoping we didn't burn the place down!!! Ah la France.<img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitfI6p_MYsGF8-iKPi1YVQ4rMrwPiUeaahs5BrupPUgSiS8sfPdj8lq48D5YI1V_P1zBgfRQLjzdWuvCkidzbNIzUtiLGva9ak8-StfUakCAoZfTONOnTUbPuXkpjAx0KO0Nx74A/s320/caravan.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115762699753850882" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEja4IT8gxylxZmBVvw1QbRCsRygKoVCuRo7BUCISdxVF9hgrW1lYqodPljXcvMAHnVnX263QjDLgjimqYnJ3aT-CuPgG9jVRLUOmfQ_dtphJwAnd-lsXcqCLvsOPgLExWsRoZESFA/s1600-h/IMG_0677.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEja4IT8gxylxZmBVvw1QbRCsRygKoVCuRo7BUCISdxVF9hgrW1lYqodPljXcvMAHnVnX263QjDLgjimqYnJ3aT-CuPgG9jVRLUOmfQ_dtphJwAnd-lsXcqCLvsOPgLExWsRoZESFA/s320/IMG_0677.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115764327546456130" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcJhzlUpvHS3yA72QUgWX31dqHpfpjfMKJDGV22POn02ZDjTSUiLQW5FCG4Nf1I_2iT86BU0xGN9FPLM0OR0cEOTwiK7VdW6B-9ugalPbKjFK6ZF_7FnySbfdAAk90plcLfF8d3g/s1600-h/IMG_0686.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcJhzlUpvHS3yA72QUgWX31dqHpfpjfMKJDGV22POn02ZDjTSUiLQW5FCG4Nf1I_2iT86BU0xGN9FPLM0OR0cEOTwiK7VdW6B-9ugalPbKjFK6ZF_7FnySbfdAAk90plcLfF8d3g/s320/IMG_0686.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115764340431358034" border="0" /></a>The climbing was scary, like it always is for me. On our last day of climbing we rapped down three pitches (100 meters) and noticed storm clouds before we even started the route. Because I am not the fasted climber known to man, David led all three pitches faster than I've ever seen anyone climb. As he topped out it began to hail. And I swore we would never ever do a multi-pitch without checking the weather. When I topped out the thunderstorm began full force. <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjz5vD43t7q7-AqKwnPdOnFjK2KoXAwrpu9U-ZCTXnVnA4NCkQ_4v3xsqsjX7HmvJfzzdABn4A9ox-CUN2gF3OIQDEUn9Gn7QLMEP9gVIn0w6_-NQSfLZkQT1ybUF4JyS8IYRpq9w/s1600-h/IMG_0698.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjz5vD43t7q7-AqKwnPdOnFjK2KoXAwrpu9U-ZCTXnVnA4NCkQ_4v3xsqsjX7HmvJfzzdABn4A9ox-CUN2gF3OIQDEUn9Gn7QLMEP9gVIn0w6_-NQSfLZkQT1ybUF4JyS8IYRpq9w/s320/IMG_0698.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115764344726325346" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJEFV_qyF3Ei6LFMS7v0h-6K2QoFfjGTNp4XGPVenYz3oHmsYrpolHQwlMRBrzfkXcYkPOVBcieVK3lH6fkQ1f1g0AqQoYSCV6ZsnTgia4J2JIMRG2oed3SEshXmkHidH-ODUGvA/s1600-h/IMG_0699.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJEFV_qyF3Ei6LFMS7v0h-6K2QoFfjGTNp4XGPVenYz3oHmsYrpolHQwlMRBrzfkXcYkPOVBcieVK3lH6fkQ1f1g0AqQoYSCV6ZsnTgia4J2JIMRG2oed3SEshXmkHidH-ODUGvA/s320/IMG_0699.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115762729818622002" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtjB66c4qlSchmyQKdp_Mr7Gu-uP4quLgr25YmcM8GrlAGt5poD6mAdcM5DmIbE9gVRiAp9UFHxSv4FcBFtmijDHuaz2MEkNDl6-Vl9eZzQ35et2fsHaQGptneB0zMcqY_rtfpwQ/s1600-h/Wide+Verdon.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtjB66c4qlSchmyQKdp_Mr7Gu-uP4quLgr25YmcM8GrlAGt5poD6mAdcM5DmIbE9gVRiAp9UFHxSv4FcBFtmijDHuaz2MEkNDl6-Vl9eZzQ35et2fsHaQGptneB0zMcqY_rtfpwQ/s320/Wide+Verdon.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115762708343785490" border="0" /></a>This view is from a little pull off where I met an American woman. As we're looking at this incredible view she asked me how close the next town was where they could turn around. We said 10 miles and she got this disgusted look on her face and said 'gosh, 10 more miles of this!' I'm sure maybe the winding mountain roads were too much for her, but come on!!! Especially with scenery like this!!Jennhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00462317208868975599noreply@blogger.com0