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No Matter Where You Go, There You Are: When a Stroll Becomes a Hike
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No Matter Where You Go, There You Are. We are all about experiencing the vast world we call home, meeting other citizens of the globe and break dancing everywhere we go. This journal is a way to share our experiences.the people we meet, the places we see, the things we learn. We hope you can experience what we are fortunate enough to see and learn right along with us. Saturday, June 25, 2011. When a Stroll Becomes a Hike. 8220;I proposed while she was befuzzled.” Brian. I love the fact that. The land is ...
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My Cycling Diary: August 2008
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Saturday, 23 August 2008. I forgot.again, Monistroll to Mura to Tarrassa 50 miles and Bisaurin, Pirineos. If you go back and read though some of my BLOGS, you may notice a common theme. I have a tendency to lose, forget, or break things. My bike in Scotland, prescription sun glasses in Portugal, helmet at the Philadelphia airport, shoes on the train in Italy, another pair of shoes at a seafood restaurant in Spain, etc. Accompanied by Ruben’s mother and Amador,. Which actually inspired me to try a Katelyn...
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My Cycling Diary: June 2008
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Sunday, 29 June 2008. My grandmother recently said that she was surprised I have not written many BLOGS since my departure two months ago. I look back and it seems I write when inspired, and usually this is brought on by a new landscape, unique food, unpredictability of people, or just the fact my eyes are more open and looking. I can look up and see remains of roman aquaducts before my gaze focuses on the distant horizon of rock formations that were once spiritual grounds of pagans. I am reminded that a...
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My Cycling Diary: January 2008
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Wednesday, 16 January 2008. Meet the Parents, and not the Fockers. Aragon Region, Spain. When all was said and done, Ruben looked at me and said, “You know I usually do not take friends to the house of my family”. Our first stop was Ruben’s Mother’s parents home in Luna, a little village north of Zarragoza, the city where his mother lives and where Ruben was raised. As I enter the newly constructed village two story home, I am welcomed with smiles from his grandmother and grandfather. I instantly think m...
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My Cycling Diary: July 2008
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Tuesday, 22 July 2008. I now understand where the Spanish Siesta comes from…. before, I just assumed “taking naps” after lunch was an expression of their laid back culture; however as I now live in Spain, in July, I fully appreciate and absolutely agree with the need for a Spanish siesta…the product of a cultures adaptation. Did I mention the climbers of this village do not even attempt a climb in the sun? Wellthat is unless you count the other day. That is always re-realized as I reach another top.
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My Cycling Diary: November 2007
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Tuesday, 20 November 2007. Life’s little hiccups Tour De Nantahala, North Carolina 45 miles 3.5 hours. I see a familiar sparkle in her eyes, brown beautiful eyes that smile as she looks at Romeo. Ahh Romeo, not an Italian lover, but an American man made machine of carbon fiber. It grows every time I see her, the passion, the excitement of possibilities where her bicycle can and will take her. I think of this as I realize that we as humans give our selves a hard time about life’s hiccups. We exp...I just ...
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My Cycling Diary: I forgot...again, Monistroll to Mura to Tarrassa 50 miles & Bisaurin, Pirineos
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Saturday, 23 August 2008. I forgot.again, Monistroll to Mura to Tarrassa 50 miles and Bisaurin, Pirineos. If you go back and read though some of my BLOGS, you may notice a common theme. I have a tendency to lose, forget, or break things. My bike in Scotland, prescription sun glasses in Portugal, helmet at the Philadelphia airport, shoes on the train in Italy, another pair of shoes at a seafood restaurant in Spain, etc. Accompanied by Ruben’s mother and Amador,. Which actually inspired me to try a Katelyn...
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My Cycling Diary: October 2007
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Saturday, 20 October 2007. Back to Normal . Cumberland River, Tennessee). My friend, Michelle’s Husband Torry actually asked me this. We were standing at a live venue in Nashville, listening to my new favorite band the Avett Brothers. http:/ www.theavettbrothers.com/site.php. I paused and kinda giggled. I actually have no idea what normal is anymore. I did not know what to say or know what to think… I just said I guess…well not really. Kings Gap in Tennessee). Attend cultural festivals on weekends,.
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My Cycling Diary: December 2007
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Wednesday, 12 December 2007. Life Intensions-Mountain Bike Boot Camp, 2 days 80 miles, 8.5 hours,Pinhoti, Bear Creek. North Georgia. Lately, I started to think about intensions; what this word means to me, how the word is used so loosely, how intensions as a concept has been defined in my past, and why I have just began to realize how important our life intensions are. Intension… an action. With a specific purpose. In doing something- a end or goal is aimed at, or intended to be accomplish. This is what ...