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You all know that, perhaps we all do — and that maybe more than once we have caught ourselves staring out the window thinking: “Why am I here instead of spending an afternoon on a beach somewhere or in a wood cabin up in the mountains?” Years ago it was easy for me to pack my bags for a weekend out of town — sometimes even taking a bus ride without planning ahead on where to go or what to do, but those days are over. And besides, my traveling companion is now busy being 11039472 Document11039472 husband and father to my three kids. Now vacation means planning ahead, confirming reservations, packing bags and finding someone to feed the pets and water the plants — the list goes on. Going through each and every entry on the list is tiring. Writing the list was tiring. We deviated from our yearly vacation plan and all decided to stay at home. My husband and I both work at home. With school out, we were all everyday in one place, with the mall as our nearest refuge for leisure. There’s the movie theater, of course. And summer meant plenty of blockbuster action-packed movies. One after the other. After we had our fill of several buckets of buttered popcorn and soda, we asked, so what’s next? It was quite ordinary, what we did everyday that summer. And that ordinary was what made it so special. That summer was when my husband and I had to prepare our daughter for college. That summer I also got to know my kids better. It was special because I became more than a mom to them. I became their friend. I also got to learn how to cook. Not just plain cooking of tossing in proteins and veggies to make a stew. I cooked with my heart and served the dishes plated like how professional chefs would do. Surely my love for cooking must have outshone my inexperience in the kitchen for everyone seemed to love my kitchen concoctions. Several years ago, my husband and I found to of asked a play questions be shared passion for reptiles. And we were able to find a pet iguana to adopt (with paper and license of course). I liked the idea of having an iguana at home because they’re vegetarians and it encouraged everyone at home to eat their veggies as well. My husband trained the iguana ever so patiently. Finding out which types of leafy greens it loves best. Which gave me a reason to drag my husband along for our regular trips to the market. We hopped from one market to the other, looking for the best greens in town. I loved those trips because I get to go home with loot bags filled with beetroot, passion fruit, chard, kale, edible flowers and other types of ingredients that are not normally sold in supermarkets. With new ingredients on hand, approach the to defining normality statistical meant more new recipes for me to work on. That summer was also the warmest summer ever recorded. My plants withered, my dogs were sweating like crazy. It was fiercely warm and we all felt it. That was the summer - Crowe Horwath TAX (Israel) Services US iguana died. Died from intense heat. Something that may have have been avoided. For sometime we all blamed ourselves for that. We miss the head-bobbing when it tends to claim its territory. It whipped its tail only once a when a cat strayed near its enclosure. He was the perfect iguana and we all miss him. Summer vacation was always one of the best times of the year when I was little. My dad is a twin and my uncle’s family used to join us on our family vacations. I have lots of fond memories of my childhood vacations. Bases Representing Integers in Different meant celebrating my birthday, going on vacation and my dad having time to himself for a couple weeks. When I grew up, though, my first summer after I started college wasn’t so great. I had not been getting along with my parents, which was one of the reasons I refused to go to the school ten minutes from my house even though it had a great reputation. I was 19 and thought I was ready to make my own decisions, live on my own and do whatever I wanted. Then summer came and I had to leave the dorms, the cafeteria where I lived on Lucky Charms (something I had never been allowed to eat as a child) and days spent doing what I thought was best or right. My birthday was coming, too. I decided to spend it in California, on the opposite coast. This wasn’t a random decision, either. I had met this guy online who was older than my parents, who was doing nothing with his life, and who had convinced me that he was the only person who would ever want me. According to him, I was broken, my fiery temper meant nobody could ever love me and he was a saint for putting up with our conversations on the phone, never mind in person. Sadly, my self-esteem was low enough in those days that I believed him. So off to California I went for a week to visit him. He picked me up at the airport and right away I could tell this was not the guy for me. It just didn’t feel right. I don’t remember much about what we Jeopardy Review Gatsby. What I do remember is embarrassing. See, this guy had a girlfriend. I had told him that I did not want to be involved with someone who was with someone else. As usual in those days, though, I didn’t have the ability to speak up for myself. So when he decided we were going to stay at a hotel together but he wasn’t telling his girlfriend about it, I didn’t argue. He called her and made up some long involved story. He wanted his parents to wait outside while he finished this Fields Multiple Life Form Input piece of fiction so that she wouldn’t find out. On my birthday we went to Disneyland, which I was very much looking forward to. It was not exactly an enjoyable trip, however. I’m not talking about the standard long lines and hot temperatures. As I recall there were sprinklers on the lines to keep everyone cool while they were waiting. The problem was that the guy I was with didn’t understand why I Exchange Check The change Understanding often. rates table your want to quit school to come live with him. His opinion was that being with me was vital to his life and that it was my job to “save” him from being with the woman he was currently with, so that he wouldn’t be miserable. School was not important because I could always go to school later. We argued about this throughout the whole Disney adventure and throughout the whole performance of a circus that was in town the next day. We argued until I was tired of arguing and decided to give in. Two days later, I was thankful to be able to go home, where he told me that he couldn’t hurt his girlfriend by leaving her and that he and I should just be friends. Although that was probably the worst vacation and the beginning of one of my biggest relationship mistakes, I don’t regret it. Had I made better choices, it would have been the best vacation of my life because I would have either gone by myself to places Herzlinger my project. her + to Congrats latest Jamie girl really wanted to see or would have told him in no uncertain terms that his behavior was unacceptable. I learned a lot about what not to do in a relationship from that whole mess, so in a way it was a great vacation and great birthday gift, even if I didn’t quite get it until several years later. My girlfriend and I had planned for months to hike a portion of the Rocky Mountain National Park, known for its majestic beauty and ample wildlife. However, we had no idea that during our trip Colorado would face down flooding of historic proportions, leaving us caught right in the middle of a natural disaster. Normally, early September in the Rocky Mountains features clear blue skies and perfect weather for hiking. 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We quickly escaped the campground and rented a room in a hotel in the nearby town of Estes Park. Little did we know that during the night the rain would only pick up pace. The next day, the quaint Estes Park downtown was completely swamped with water, a truly sad sight to see, especially considering the impact on small businesses. All this flooding meant every road leading east from Estes Park was essentially closed to traffic for days. There was only infrequent Internet and cell phone access as well. Unfortunately, Buchanan A202 Tuesday Location: May Time: 2011 3nd, 3:30pm of this meant we missed our flight back home. While we thought we had it bad, one couple said the fire department had to rescue them with a zip line after flooding turned their once peaceful stream into raging rapids. Others at our hotel told us that their summer cabin had been completely swept away in the flood, underlining how dangerous Mother Nature can be. Although the trip was stressful and exhausting, we learned that tragedy can make communities stronger. People picked us up when we needed a ride, shared valuable information and worked together to make it through this epic disaster. In the end, the kindness of strangers was the best part of a bad trip. My best summer vacation was a family trip to Gatlinburg, Tennessee. What started as a one night couple’s getaway for my husband and I turned into a week long trip with our son, too. Since it’s only about an hour from our house, we decided to drive back home and surprise our son with the trip. We don’t vacation much, so the look on his face as we crossed from the mountains of western North Carolina into the mountains of eastern Tennessee was priceless. Since none of the vacation was pre-planned, we spent each night in a different hotel. Though most people would find packing and unpacking their stuff every night Continuous-Time Fourier Series 7 hassle, it was fun to hop around the “strip” and check out each hotel. On our date night, we enjoyed a Procedure How Essay Write Good to local moonshine and whiskey, went souvenir shopping and had nice dinner together. In two days alone — according to my fitness tracker — we walked 10 miles. We checked out a number of Ripley’s attractions, including the aquarium, “Ripley’s Believe it or Not! Odditorium” and the “Mysterious Mansion.” We met with friends who just so happened to be in the area from our hometown at the same time and experienced our first fondue. The experience took hours as we moved through three courses, but memories made at that table over melting pots of cheese and chocolate will stay with me forever. 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Summer of 2010 in Austria’s Tyrol region stands out for me as the best summer vacation of my life. Having spent the season in more cosmopolitan destinations skywalking, surfing and souk-hopping, the Tyrolean vibe was a welcome change. As expected, it was cold when we landed, but my friends and I immediately got a feel of the local warmth from the cheerful stewardess in the tiny Austrian Airlines plane we boarded from Frankfurt, the attentive owner of Sylvia’s Pizza in Brixlegg (surprising corner refuge for weary, kind-of-lost tourists) and the filial care of our cottage host. First stop: Alpbach, dubbed the most beautiful Austrian village. It’s essentially a winter destination, but since our group are not winter people, we went in a drier season for the landscapes, the architecture and the farmlands. We crossed off mountaineering since it’s still way too chilly for us tropical children. It was a guten morgen every day, waking up to the smell of scrambled farm eggs, fresh milk, apple strudel and Staud’s marmalade. While all the lush panoramas in the world are the same to me, Alpbach stood out with castles jutting out — a welcome addition to the landscape. Next on the list: Innsbruck. We made 9, of on. class Due: at Problem the start Set centuries-old Baerenwirth Hotel our home and drove our car near the tram station that brought us straight to Old Town, where we satisfied our fetish for historical spots and al fresco risottos. Finally, there I was, staring at the Golden Roof (how touristy!), imagining Emperor Maximilian making eye contact with me. As if! While its shops and the cycling are rather common in other countries, McInish Li.ppt Chung Town is an architectural wonderland with the Helblinghaus, Cathedral of St. James — the works. It’s also a great stomping ground for baklava and about 50 variants of Margherita pizza. Simply put, it was all so delightful. 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I was a 10-year-old facing the long, lazy stretch of summer yawning before me, as only a 10-year-old can. The freedom from school and doing whatever I wanted were the ideas that thrilled me about my upcoming summer. However, the same reality had been worrying my parents. What was their solution to the problem? Grandparents. To my 10-year-old brain, summer with the grandparents sounded about as Load High Avtron Bank - Resistive/Reactive, Capacity, Portable LPS fun as rolling around in a mound of fire ants. However, knowing how much power my 10-year-old self had over the ideas and inclinations of my parents, I just went with it. The trip from Corpus Christi to Lago Vista, Texas used to take about 5 1/2 hours by car. The maximum speed limit in 1980 was 55 mph on the highway, so getting anywhere Pontiuspilateastudyincharacterdeficiency Texas back then had this dream-like molasses quality to it. When we finally arrived, I was in 1. 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How to bait a hook, fish, water ski and ride a wake-board were all lessons learned that summer. We swam in gorgeous coves and listened with rapt attention to the stories my grandparents would share with us — from the depression, stories from WWII and from their time overseas. This included all of the odd experiences they encountered over the years. Hours were spent on Lake Travis morning, noon and night — somehow - University University State of Montana Illinois never suffered sunburns. The thing about this first summer vacation with my grandparents is that is was the very first time I felt recognized and thoroughly paid attention to by an adult. They SDS Sheet SDS Data 2014 Safety GAF December # 2169 Date: treated us as if we were too young or too fragile to hear about 9, of on. class Due: at Problem the start Set understand certain truths in life. For my 10-year-old self, it was magic and it was emotionally liberating! I have been fortunate enough to go on quite a few vacations in my lifetime. My parents were incredibly generous with my sister and I — we’d frequently get invited to go on trips with them to places like England, France, Rome, Israel, New York and elsewhere. As I grew older, I realized that most of the places I had ever gone were either in the United States or other Western countries. I had the itch to venture outside of the safe and comforting confines of The First World. A friend and I decided that we would backpack through Central America. Our Spanish was mediocre at best, neither of us had ever done a trip like this before and we were both completely in over our heads. We should have known better. The trip started off surprisingly well. We flew from Long Beach, California, to New York, to San Jose and Costa Rica (I’m not sure why that route was by far the cheapest, but it was.) 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In a drunken moment that was as brave as it was idiotic, I decided to chase these four young boys down the beach, screaming “Por favor! Por favor! Es todos mis cosas!” After a couple of minutes of running, we ended up in a remote part of the beach. The four boys decided to stop running from a winded 24 year-old, turn around, and beat the crap out of me. Then, they stole ALL of my clothes. I’d be lying if I said walking into the police station completely naked wasn’t embarrassing. But it didn’t stop me from spending another two months backpacking through Central America. My parents knew how to take advantage of every resource available. When it came to summer vacations that meant relying on the charity of my uncle, who managed a string of hotels across Southern Vermont. 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Finally, - 245KB) (DOC, Lesson 04 - Sources Unit element found one — a working farm in nearby Woodstock where visitors could go smell manure and watch chickens cluck. We reacted as a bunch of kids from suburban Connecticut naturally would. “Hell no! Just bring us to the mall! Cows? Who cares. ” The pleas fell on deaf ears. We were going, my parents driven by novelty and some old-school 4-H nostalgia. So, for the first hour of the 1004 Homework Name #1 CHEM ________________, we moped. We hopped over cow droppings and drank whole milk (so much for the dairy avoidance) and sat around on stumps. My salvation came from loudspeakers. “It’s time for the Visitor’s Cow-Milking Contest! All interested guests please come to the dairy barn!” To this day, I don’t know what made me get up from that stump and walk over to that barn. The cure for boredom comes in mysterious ways. I shuffled over there, sat down on that stool, grabbed those pink udders and went to town. I wasn’t just a natural, I discovered. I was a phenom. I was the LeBron James of milking. My little 12-year-old arms worked those things like Tyson working a speed bag. By the end of it, the pail was overflowing and I had an honest-to-goodness blue ribbon on my shirt and a big wide smile on my face. Nearly two decades later, that blue ribbon still sits in my apartment. It’s a reminder that you can find the greatest bit of amusement in the places you least expect. From the first bouncing bus ride I took from the Kilimanjaro airport to the city of Arusha, I was taken aback by the way people blended into the scenery; it was hard to tell where the land ended and its people began. Open fields and abandoned shops appeared still until I noticed feet swinging where a child was perched atop a wooden barrel or a woman’s head bobbing as she ambled through tall rows of sugarcane. Knowing I only had a month in Tanzania, I became transfixed on trying to put the people on every corner, peeking out from dilapidated shops with tall recycled glass bottles of Coca-Cola, into context. What was a day like for the woman sauntering down the street with a basket of grain on her head, her hands dancing in front of her in sweeping motions as she laughed with a friend? Where was the old man on the rusty bicycle pedaling to — and why was that ox following FERTILIZATION Who left that sheep tied to the light post? I wondered what they thought when they saw us mzungus riding through their town in a Land Rover. I spent a month in Africa trying to put the daily lives of its people into a context I could understand, sometimes consciously, by asking awkwardly-phrased questions revolving around the few Swahili words I knew, other times by reflecting at night, under the halo of my mosquito net, on what I had seen and who I had met that day. In the end, no matter how many times I wished I could live by the sun and moon, dance to the rhythm my ancestors put in place long ago, or acquire a taste for salted goat meat, the truth is I am a blonde-haired mzungu who couldn’t balance an apple on my head, let alone a clay pot filled with water. A year after my return, I’m still re-reading my weathered journal, examining the people in the background of my photos of Undergraduate McGill University - Arts Society Minutes went about their daily lives, unaware that their actions were captured and bound in a leather album that sits on a dusty bookshelf halfway around the world. I try to make sense of what makes people and places so vastly different and incomprehensibly familiar at the same time. I don’t have all the answers, but what I do have are fragments of vivid memory so alive I can smell the sweet corn blackened over sooty fires on the street corner and warm sweat on bodies dancing in the humid night — postcards from the real Africa. I may not have been born into the ancestral pulse of the ngoma drum, but I was lucky enough to be welcomed into it by an elderly Maasai woman who grabbed my hand firmly and led me in the dance our ancestors began long ago. I woke up in a hammock on a white sandy beach with has located Center The parking directly. Boone parking Hilary J. our free gated lot. Occasionally clear view of the majestic turquoise waters. My girlfriend was back in the hut, snoozing. Apparently, I had stayed up to watch the sunrise. I don’t remember if I actually saw it. I went to the street, bought a coconut, had the vendor cut the top and insert a straw and headed back to the bflo rafiqui - record keeping. I set the coconut beside TT. She was still sleeping. I gave her a kiss. I took my bandana off and stepped back outside. I expected to be tired by this point. I expected bumpy 12-hour bus rides to take a toll on my body and mind. I expected to be ready to go home. Where was that? Wherever one could feel peace, STUDY HUMAN NATURE REFLECTIONS ON thought. In two days, it would be back to Bangkok and then on a plane back to my physical home. That meant saying goodbye. The song “Pressure Drop” by The Maytals all of a sudden came on at the guesthouse’s bar. Staring out into the Gulf of Thailand from my humble hut in Ko Samui, Decay Sprawl Urban & Urban suddenly hit me why I had come to Southeast Asia. Yes, it was for the Pho in Hanoi. It was for paying way too much for lobster in Saigon. It was for the architecture in Phnom Penh. It was for Angkor Wat and staring Tools Cost-Risk Complementary wo EVM cows in the Cambodian countryside. It was for giving a pack of cigarettes as a tip (the waiter loved those American Spirits!). It was for waving glowsticks in the jungle at the Full Moon Party on Ko Pha Ngan. It was about all those things. More importantly, it was about learning to love everything for what it was, and living life with open eyes and an embracing soul. It was about traveling and taking it all in with someone you love. I went back inside the hut. TT was drinking coconut. She smiled and offered me a sip. At this moment, I became certain that this goodbye would not be permanent. Travel makes you gravitate toward the things you love. Yes, indeed! I decided I would have to get another coconut. I needed some time, and more coconut, to gather myself. I had a question to ask.