When To Captilize Philsophy

How to lose a day ...

What do you have on 22 Jaenner made? We have not seen him! We have the International Date Line namely approached from the wrong side. We flew on 21 up short of Fiji - since this line was drawn between days - and then crashed directly into 23 January and landed at the airport in Nadi. So we are now a day younger than her! At my age this is no longer that important, but Quentin has slipped significantly behind its peer group.

The flight was very comfortable, we slept all (although I forget I do my Ohrstoepsel into hand luggage), Quentin in his little crib on the wall. I think we've gotten used to traveling a bit. Jeremy has just moved the stomach (yes, something he may, if he falls asleep after a meal spend in the wrong position) and was very poor on the other leg. At the airport in Nadi welcomed us moist heat, live music and a strict but polite lady who has relieved us of bananas, mangoes and oranges. One should not bring agricultural products to the islands, which is very useful. We had been warned to be somewhat afraid, but they gave us only a piece of paper where it says that we now have a bit less fruit.
We have already Vorhiein Serving coffee with two friends identified that we spend the first few days with them. The first of which we only know that they are called Fee and Api, we wanted to send a taxi drivers to pick us up. But there was no one. Us as we sat in the hotter than hot morning sun, a suffering Jeremy, two sweaty grumpy hugrige children and me and waited and waited and waited (for it may well be that the Fiji time is a bit like the Mexico time) and thought about finally a Plan B. We had no phone number so we sent an email that we have arrived and are waiting. And while we waited then the entire airport has proposed to help. In one of the helpful person who operates a travel agency at the station then we left our warm Sleeping bags and sweaters, and have finally found some accommodation for that day and waited for a taxi which will take us there. And when suddenly a woman comes with a mobile phone and the phone is our hostess fee. It is very near to pick up, coming straight to us. Fiji seems to be a very manageable society. We then drove
to Fee and Api in the small village of Viseisei. We lived there in a typical village house and experienced the typical village life which was great. The doors are always open (otherwise it would be much too hot) all know, the kids snow in and out. Fee and Api do have no children, but children were there constantly (and not just to play around with us). Children look for here, where they want to be just where they eat, where they want to sleep. This relieves the children and parents. We found it wonderful. Our boys had a great time. Already on the first afternoon Caspar remained alone with the bigger village children in the 8 minutes from the beach to play. The sea is very calm and ideal for children, as the largest of the islands surrounded by coral reefs. So break out there, the wild waves, and inside it is quiet and peaceful and forever flat.
We got fish in coconut milk and drove to the next higher city to buy water shoes and umbrellas. Yes
in Fiji is just the unpleasant season, they call it very reassuring "cyclone season". On the radio is there commercials for water tanks and generators, because electricity and drinking water, after wild weather events, a rahre be good. And just before we came here there were the worst floods in living memory. The whole city Nadi was under water, roads and bridges were destroyed, and the worst is the large area of fertile land were washed away and a large part of the crop fell victim to the inundation. Now there is not only the usual power and water scarcity but also a food shortage, the rising prices of course a result. And those who have lost everything, it hits harder. It is unlikely the speed of reconstruction has begun. After only two weeks have been two more in Nandi Third of the shops opened, everywhere there were "flood sale" of sludge product. The road around the island was reopened to traffic - although the Gesteig is still partially in the front yards of neighboring houses. But the villages in the interior of the island, upstream to have now got three weeks in part still no help. The tourists do not look natural. But in the newspapers, it is (although Fiji as military dictatorship actually enjoys no freedom of the media) and we met a woman who is using privately organized.
are currently announced no further twisters, so do not worry. Drinking Water Boil always be the thing to stop, but that we are accustomed of Mexico. And it often is not even water is also ok. We organize ourselves halt. The more expensive food falls for us not so much weight. But who get along with 40 Fijidollar month must (that's about 16 €) can no longer buy at $ 2 tomatoes.
Tourism is the main source of income. But he also brings a strange imbalance. For the 40 dollars here deserves a sugar cane workers in the month, pays here a tourist per night. And these are the less expensive accommodations. However, it
is the best thing you can do for Fiji. Come and spend money. And especially if you live in the cheaper accommodations (ie not from the large resorts) then does the money benefits the local people. And we do also for two other reasons. You meet a lot of more incredibly friendly Fijians and we could do nothing anyway.

When To Captilize Philsophy

How to lose a day ...

What do you have on 22 Jaenner made? We have not seen him! We have the International Date Line namely approached from the wrong side. We flew on 21 up short of Fiji - since this line was drawn between days - and then crashed directly into 23 January and landed at the airport in Nadi. So we are now a day younger than her! At my age this is no longer that important, but Quentin has slipped significantly behind its peer group.

The flight was very comfortable, we slept all (although I forget I do my Ohrstoepsel into hand luggage), Quentin in his little crib on the wall. I think we've gotten used to traveling a bit. Jeremy has just moved the stomach (yes, something he may, if he falls asleep after a meal spend in the wrong position) and was very poor on the other leg. At the airport in Nadi welcomed us moist heat, live music and a strict but polite lady who has relieved us of bananas, mangoes and oranges. One should not bring agricultural products to the islands, which is very useful. We had been warned to be somewhat afraid, but they gave us only a piece of paper where it says that we now have a bit less fruit.
We have already Vorhiein Serving coffee with two friends identified that we spend the first few days with them. The first of which we only know that they are called Fee and Api, we wanted to send a taxi drivers to pick us up. But there was no one. Us as we sat in the hotter than hot morning sun, a suffering Jeremy, two sweaty grumpy hugrige children and me and waited and waited and waited (for it may well be that the Fiji time is a bit like the Mexico time) and thought about finally a Plan B. We had no phone number so we sent an email that we have arrived and are waiting. And while we waited then the entire airport has proposed to help. In one of the helpful person who operates a travel agency at the station then we left our warm Sleeping bags and sweaters, and have finally found some accommodation for that day and waited for a taxi which will take us there. And when suddenly a woman comes with a mobile phone and the phone is our hostess fee. It is very near to pick up, coming straight to us. Fiji seems to be a very manageable society. We then drove
to Fee and Api in the small village of Viseisei. We lived there in a typical village house and experienced the typical village life which was great. The doors are always open (otherwise it would be much too hot) all know, the kids snow in and out. Fee and Api do have no children, but children were there constantly (and not just to play around with us). Children look for here, where they want to be just where they eat, where they want to sleep. This relieves the children and parents. We found it wonderful. Our boys had a great time. Already on the first afternoon Caspar remained alone with the bigger village children in the 8 minutes from the beach to play. The sea is very calm and ideal for children, as the largest of the islands surrounded by coral reefs. So break out there, the wild waves, and inside it is quiet and peaceful and forever flat.
We got fish in coconut milk and drove to the next higher city to buy water shoes and umbrellas. Yes
in Fiji is just the unpleasant season, they call it very reassuring "cyclone season". On the radio is there commercials for water tanks and generators, because electricity and drinking water, after wild weather events, a rahre be good. And just before we came here there were the worst floods in living memory. The whole city Nadi was under water, roads and bridges were destroyed, and the worst is the large area of fertile land were washed away and a large part of the crop fell victim to the inundation. Now there is not only the usual power and water scarcity but also a food shortage, the rising prices of course a result. And those who have lost everything, it hits harder. It is unlikely the speed of reconstruction has begun. After only two weeks have been two more in Nandi Third of the shops opened, everywhere there were "flood sale" of sludge product. The road around the island was reopened to traffic - although the Gesteig is still partially in the front yards of neighboring houses. But the villages in the interior of the island, upstream to have now got three weeks in part still no help. The tourists do not look natural. But in the newspapers, it is (although Fiji as military dictatorship actually enjoys no freedom of the media) and we met a woman who is using privately organized.
are currently announced no further twisters, so do not worry. Drinking Water Boil always be the thing to stop, but that we are accustomed of Mexico. And it often is not even water is also ok. We organize ourselves halt. The more expensive food falls for us not so much weight. But who get along with 40 Fijidollar month must (that's about 16 €) can no longer buy at $ 2 tomatoes.
Tourism is the main source of income. But he also brings a strange imbalance. For the 40 dollars here deserves a sugar cane workers in the month, pays here a tourist per night. And these are the less expensive accommodations. However, it
is the best thing you can do for Fiji. Come and spend money. And especially if you live in the cheaper accommodations (ie not from the large resorts) then does the money benefits the local people. And we do also for two other reasons. You meet a lot of more incredibly friendly Fijians and we could do nothing anyway.

When To Captilize Philsophy

How to lose a day ...

What do you have on 22 Jaenner made? We have not seen him! We have the International Date Line namely approached from the wrong side. We flew on 21 up short of Fiji - since this line was drawn between days - and then crashed directly into 23 January and landed at the airport in Nadi. So we are now a day younger than her! At my age this is no longer that important, but Quentin has slipped significantly behind its peer group.

The flight was very comfortable, we slept all (although I forget I do my Ohrstoepsel into hand luggage), Quentin in his little crib on the wall. I think we've gotten used to traveling a bit. Jeremy has just moved the stomach (yes, something he may, if he falls asleep after a meal spend in the wrong position) and was very poor on the other leg. At the airport in Nadi welcomed us moist heat, live music and a strict but polite lady who has relieved us of bananas, mangoes and oranges. One should not bring agricultural products to the islands, which is very useful. We had been warned to be somewhat afraid, but they gave us only a piece of paper where it says that we now have a bit less fruit.
We have already Vorhiein Serving coffee with two friends identified that we spend the first few days with them. The first of which we only know that they are called Fee and Api, we wanted to send a taxi drivers to pick us up. But there was no one. Us as we sat in the hotter than hot morning sun, a suffering Jeremy, two sweaty grumpy hugrige children and me and waited and waited and waited (for it may well be that the Fiji time is a bit like the Mexico time) and thought about finally a Plan B. We had no phone number so we sent an email that we have arrived and are waiting. And while we waited then the entire airport has proposed to help. In one of the helpful person who operates a travel agency at the station then we left our warm Sleeping bags and sweaters, and have finally found some accommodation for that day and waited for a taxi which will take us there. And when suddenly a woman comes with a mobile phone and the phone is our hostess fee. It is very near to pick up, coming straight to us. Fiji seems to be a very manageable society. We then drove
to Fee and Api in the small village of Viseisei. We lived there in a typical village house and experienced the typical village life which was great. The doors are always open (otherwise it would be much too hot) all know, the kids snow in and out. Fee and Api do have no children, but children were there constantly (and not just to play around with us). Children look for here, where they want to be just where they eat, where they want to sleep. This relieves the children and parents. We found it wonderful. Our boys had a great time. Already on the first afternoon Caspar remained alone with the bigger village children in the 8 minutes from the beach to play. The sea is very calm and ideal for children, as the largest of the islands surrounded by coral reefs. So break out there, the wild waves, and inside it is quiet and peaceful and forever flat.
We got fish in coconut milk and drove to the next higher city to buy water shoes and umbrellas. Yes
in Fiji is just the unpleasant season, they call it very reassuring "cyclone season". On the radio is there commercials for water tanks and generators, because electricity and drinking water, after wild weather events, a rahre be good. And just before we came here there were the worst floods in living memory. The whole city Nadi was under water, roads and bridges were destroyed, and the worst is the large area of fertile land were washed away and a large part of the crop fell victim to the inundation. Now there is not only the usual power and water scarcity but also a food shortage, the rising prices of course a result. And those who have lost everything, it hits harder. It is unlikely the speed of reconstruction has begun. After only two weeks have been two more in Nandi Third of the shops opened, everywhere there were "flood sale" of sludge product. The road around the island was reopened to traffic - although the Gesteig is still partially in the front yards of neighboring houses. But the villages in the interior of the island, upstream to have now got three weeks in part still no help. The tourists do not look natural. But in the newspapers, it is (although Fiji as military dictatorship actually enjoys no freedom of the media) and we met a woman who is using privately organized.
are currently announced no further twisters, so do not worry. Drinking Water Boil always be the thing to stop, but that we are accustomed of Mexico. And it often is not even water is also ok. We organize ourselves halt. The more expensive food falls for us not so much weight. But who get along with 40 Fijidollar month must (that's about 16 €) can no longer buy at $ 2 tomatoes.
Tourism is the main source of income. But he also brings a strange imbalance. For the 40 dollars here deserves a sugar cane workers in the month, pays here a tourist per night. And these are the less expensive accommodations. However, it
is the best thing you can do for Fiji. Come and spend money. And especially if you live in the cheaper accommodations (ie not from the large resorts) then does the money benefits the local people. And we do also for two other reasons. You meet a lot of more incredibly friendly Fijians and we could do nothing anyway.

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stop over in the USA

First things first: The boys are healthy and wild as ever. Quentin had a day fever, on the flight to LA is then Caspar temperature increased. But after one day he was OK. And now he just yells through the house: "Daddy bring me my toast" We have to work a bit on the subtleties of the English language. And the volume. Still a bit
Mexico: A Retrospective
What we are keeping especially in mind, the police and Securitypraesenz. They are everywhere. Once I get in a bus station to my men back and Jeremy says: "Our luggage is now well guarded." Round Security's our Backpacks six are with a rifle at the ready. Only on second glance I noticed the ATM next to it, that was just loaded. Well, in case it was about money. But even in the Pepsi truck, a man sits with a rifle at the ready. What is there to shoot? Each pyramid, each museum is hochbewacht as much police on the streets. And they do not carry any weapons stored away discreetly, but always a huge gun in both hands. And even if people are generally very friendly always makes me a bit uneasy. Particularly if - as Jeremy notes like - "half my age" are.
In our journey from the south to Mexico City, was stopped the bus safely 5 times in the night and searched. (Is this her son? "Where are you going?) What are you searching here? Illegal Immegranten above all. Mexico is a transit country to the United States. The other problem is drugs. Since a fully-fledged war over the land. The drug traffickers are now being paid in drugs and of course try to strike in the country. Mexico is a country with many problems.
What has particularly thrown off the garbage. He is almost everywhere. Often in the streets are clean and if the half-way there, everywhere where the "nature" begins. Each half-way nice walking area around the cities is plastered with waste. Since digging inside the pigs and sheep, Jeremy saw a cow chewing on a book. The whole mess is not separated into the food chain. Walking you are doing here hardly. Once Jeremy said on garbage dumps, forest edge, "Maybe I should throw away our crap so I will spare someone else the same one from the city out again gather here.." Then of course we have him taken into the city, we are just domesticated ecologically. But I understand the desperation of people like Teresa, who live here longer. It lacks not only the attention, it also lacks the recovery system.

Agriculture is still very much Handarbeit.Zu recognize the huge corn fields full Strohm Anderln. And also by how often you see a tractor. Quentin has always thrilled to a "dada" Entzueckensschrei. Well, it could also bus, hot, motorcycle, horse or dog. But I am convinced that he a little bit different stresses.
Our last day in Mexico was dedicated to the art. On Sunday, many museums are free in Mexico City. We were in the fine arts and Quentin did all the guards beautiful eyes. That was good because he ran so often about the security restrictions that we would have been otherwise thrown out safely. And then we were at the home of Frieda Kahlo and Diego Rivera. A wonderfully peaceful atmosphere.
So much still to do and see in Mexico. So much is waiting for a next time the butterfly reserve, the desert, Guatemala and Chiapas, Oaxaca, and yes even the Popocatepetl. In 1.5 months you can not see Mexico. "And you say to someone with only 3 weeks of vacation a year!" I was already served. Yes, that way it is.
In LA we have only two days. Much too short for anything. But at least in an interesting date, the swearing in of Obama. We wanted to downtown to make it there to witness, but have only managed to to a cinema where CNN has been transferred free of charge. However, it is interesting to witness how great the enthusiasm is here. Imagine, for the inauguration of the new government, many people who have T-shirts and bags, hanging posters in the window with the image of - Faymann. No introduction. Here, this is so. And of course first topic for discussion in the buses number Yes, you chat here on the buses. Perhaps because we - as in Mexico - were the only white people on the bus again. Because LA is a car city. It's really like on TV. The huge wide streets, palmengesaeumt, the Hollywood script on the mountain, the Broadway (is for me always be the road where I Quentin's single sweater forgot on the bus - but now we go before the hot Fiji), the skyscrapers and in between the homeless with the Einkaufswagerln. The residential streets with the white Gartenzaeunen, two cars and a green lawn in front, blown up of course busy with water, which brings this Wuestenstadt from far away to where the damage to ecosystems sustainably. Somehow we were not really warm up to the United States. We came perhaps with too much prejudice. But we have met wonderful people. Laura, I have "gettroffen" over 5W, has taken us for two and a half days in their house (almost 100 years typical wooden house with a porch in one of the above roads), cared for and fed. You a real washing machine quilting adventure and our garments has fallen to a seat three gray levels. And a bath, hot water, abundance. She and her son, the last 4 years has served on an aircraft carrier, have given us insight into the normal American life. The boys have been given by her music-producing Bob Marley Look Alike tenant about to be transformed, and the torn pants, we have thrown away immediately. When each only two pairs of pants Mithat make the poor even more incredible signs of wear.

Upon entry into the USA by the way you have now on the Internet before to fill in a form. We have done good. Nevertheless, the system myself and Quentin has not had. We had our confirmations luckily printed. Otherwise wir12 hours would be stuck at the airport in LA. With two young children a nightmare. And just because their system does not work. Jeremy by the way we had not printed. Sometimes you are lucky.

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stop over in the USA

First things first: The boys are healthy and wild as ever. Quentin had a day fever, on the flight to LA is then Caspar temperature increased. But after one day he was OK. And now he just yells through the house: "Daddy bring me my toast" We have to work a bit on the subtleties of the English language. And the volume. Still a bit
Mexico: A Retrospective
What we are keeping especially in mind, the police and Securitypraesenz. They are everywhere. Once I get in a bus station to my men back and Jeremy says: "Our luggage is now well guarded." Round Security's our Backpacks six are with a rifle at the ready. Only on second glance I noticed the ATM next to it, that was just loaded. Well, in case it was about money. But even in the Pepsi truck, a man sits with a rifle at the ready. What is there to shoot? Each pyramid, each museum is hochbewacht as much police on the streets. And they do not carry any weapons stored away discreetly, but always a huge gun in both hands. And even if people are generally very friendly always makes me a bit uneasy. Particularly if - as Jeremy notes like - "half my age" are.
In our journey from the south to Mexico City, was stopped the bus safely 5 times in the night and searched. (Is this her son? "Where are you going?) What are you searching here? Illegal Immegranten above all. Mexico is a transit country to the United States. The other problem is drugs. Since a fully-fledged war over the land. The drug traffickers are now being paid in drugs and of course try to strike in the country. Mexico is a country with many problems.
What has particularly thrown off the garbage. He is almost everywhere. Often in the streets are clean and if the half-way there, everywhere where the "nature" begins. Each half-way nice walking area around the cities is plastered with waste. Since digging inside the pigs and sheep, Jeremy saw a cow chewing on a book. The whole mess is not separated into the food chain. Walking you are doing here hardly. Once Jeremy said on garbage dumps, forest edge, "Maybe I should throw away our crap so I will spare someone else the same one from the city out again gather here.." Then of course we have him taken into the city, we are just domesticated ecologically. But I understand the desperation of people like Teresa, who live here longer. It lacks not only the attention, it also lacks the recovery system.

Agriculture is still very much Handarbeit.Zu recognize the huge corn fields full Strohm Anderln. And also by how often you see a tractor. Quentin has always thrilled to a "dada" Entzueckensschrei. Well, it could also bus, hot, motorcycle, horse or dog. But I am convinced that he a little bit different stresses.
Our last day in Mexico was dedicated to the art. On Sunday, many museums are free in Mexico City. We were in the fine arts and Quentin did all the guards beautiful eyes. That was good because he ran so often about the security restrictions that we would have been otherwise thrown out safely. And then we were at the home of Frieda Kahlo and Diego Rivera. A wonderfully peaceful atmosphere.
So much still to do and see in Mexico. So much is waiting for a next time the butterfly reserve, the desert, Guatemala and Chiapas, Oaxaca, and yes even the Popocatepetl. In 1.5 months you can not see Mexico. "And you say to someone with only 3 weeks of vacation a year!" I was already served. Yes, that way it is.
In LA we have only two days. Much too short for anything. But at least in an interesting date, the swearing in of Obama. We wanted to downtown to make it there to witness, but have only managed to to a cinema where CNN has been transferred free of charge. However, it is interesting to witness how great the enthusiasm is here. Imagine, for the inauguration of the new government, many people who have T-shirts and bags, hanging posters in the window with the image of - Faymann. No introduction. Here, this is so. And of course first topic for discussion in the buses number Yes, you chat here on the buses. Perhaps because we - as in Mexico - were the only white people on the bus again. Because LA is a car city. It's really like on TV. The huge wide streets, palmengesaeumt, the Hollywood script on the mountain, the Broadway (is for me always be the road where I Quentin's single sweater forgot on the bus - but now we go before the hot Fiji), the skyscrapers and in between the homeless with the Einkaufswagerln. The residential streets with the white Gartenzaeunen, two cars and a green lawn in front, blown up of course busy with water, which brings this Wuestenstadt from far away to where the damage to ecosystems sustainably. Somehow we were not really warm up to the United States. We came perhaps with too much prejudice. But we have met wonderful people. Laura, I have "gettroffen" over 5W, has taken us for two and a half days in their house (almost 100 years typical wooden house with a porch in one of the above roads), cared for and fed. You a real washing machine quilting adventure and our garments has fallen to a seat three gray levels. And a bath, hot water, abundance. She and her son, the last 4 years has served on an aircraft carrier, have given us insight into the normal American life. The boys have been given by her music-producing Bob Marley Look Alike tenant about to be transformed, and the torn pants, we have thrown away immediately. When each only two pairs of pants Mithat make the poor even more incredible signs of wear.

Upon entry into the USA by the way you have now on the Internet before to fill in a form. We have done good. Nevertheless, the system myself and Quentin has not had. We had our confirmations luckily printed. Otherwise wir12 hours would be stuck at the airport in LA. With two young children a nightmare. And just because their system does not work. Jeremy by the way we had not printed. Sometimes you are lucky.

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stop over in the USA

First things first: The boys are healthy and wild as ever. Quentin had a day fever, on the flight to LA is then Caspar temperature increased. But after one day he was OK. And now he just yells through the house: "Daddy bring me my toast" We have to work a bit on the subtleties of the English language. And the volume. Still a bit
Mexico: A Retrospective
What we are keeping especially in mind, the police and Securitypraesenz. They are everywhere. Once I get in a bus station to my men back and Jeremy says: "Our luggage is now well guarded." Round Security's our Backpacks six are with a rifle at the ready. Only on second glance I noticed the ATM next to it, that was just loaded. Well, in case it was about money. But even in the Pepsi truck, a man sits with a rifle at the ready. What is there to shoot? Each pyramid, each museum is hochbewacht as much police on the streets. And they do not carry any weapons stored away discreetly, but always a huge gun in both hands. And even if people are generally very friendly always makes me a bit uneasy. Particularly if - as Jeremy notes like - "half my age" are.
In our journey from the south to Mexico City, was stopped the bus safely 5 times in the night and searched. (Is this her son? "Where are you going?) What are you searching here? Illegal Immegranten above all. Mexico is a transit country to the United States. The other problem is drugs. Since a fully-fledged war over the land. The drug traffickers are now being paid in drugs and of course try to strike in the country. Mexico is a country with many problems.
What has particularly thrown off the garbage. He is almost everywhere. Often in the streets are clean and if the half-way there, everywhere where the "nature" begins. Each half-way nice walking area around the cities is plastered with waste. Since digging inside the pigs and sheep, Jeremy saw a cow chewing on a book. The whole mess is not separated into the food chain. Walking you are doing here hardly. Once Jeremy said on garbage dumps, forest edge, "Maybe I should throw away our crap so I will spare someone else the same one from the city out again gather here.." Then of course we have him taken into the city, we are just domesticated ecologically. But I understand the desperation of people like Teresa, who live here longer. It lacks not only the attention, it also lacks the recovery system.

Agriculture is still very much Handarbeit.Zu recognize the huge corn fields full Strohm Anderln. And also by how often you see a tractor. Quentin has always thrilled to a "dada" Entzueckensschrei. Well, it could also bus, hot, motorcycle, horse or dog. But I am convinced that he a little bit different stresses.
Our last day in Mexico was dedicated to the art. On Sunday, many museums are free in Mexico City. We were in the fine arts and Quentin did all the guards beautiful eyes. That was good because he ran so often about the security restrictions that we would have been otherwise thrown out safely. And then we were at the home of Frieda Kahlo and Diego Rivera. A wonderfully peaceful atmosphere.
So much still to do and see in Mexico. So much is waiting for a next time the butterfly reserve, the desert, Guatemala and Chiapas, Oaxaca, and yes even the Popocatepetl. In 1.5 months you can not see Mexico. "And you say to someone with only 3 weeks of vacation a year!" I was already served. Yes, that way it is.
In LA we have only two days. Much too short for anything. But at least in an interesting date, the swearing in of Obama. We wanted to downtown to make it there to witness, but have only managed to to a cinema where CNN has been transferred free of charge. However, it is interesting to witness how great the enthusiasm is here. Imagine, for the inauguration of the new government, many people who have T-shirts and bags, hanging posters in the window with the image of - Faymann. No introduction. Here, this is so. And of course first topic for discussion in the buses number Yes, you chat here on the buses. Perhaps because we - as in Mexico - were the only white people on the bus again. Because LA is a car city. It's really like on TV. The huge wide streets, palmengesaeumt, the Hollywood script on the mountain, the Broadway (is for me always be the road where I Quentin's single sweater forgot on the bus - but now we go before the hot Fiji), the skyscrapers and in between the homeless with the Einkaufswagerln. The residential streets with the white Gartenzaeunen, two cars and a green lawn in front, blown up of course busy with water, which brings this Wuestenstadt from far away to where the damage to ecosystems sustainably. Somehow we were not really warm up to the United States. We came perhaps with too much prejudice. But we have met wonderful people. Laura, I have "gettroffen" over 5W, has taken us for two and a half days in their house (almost 100 years typical wooden house with a porch in one of the above roads), cared for and fed. You a real washing machine quilting adventure and our garments has fallen to a seat three gray levels. And a bath, hot water, abundance. She and her son, the last 4 years has served on an aircraft carrier, have given us insight into the normal American life. The boys have been given by her music-producing Bob Marley Look Alike tenant about to be transformed, and the torn pants, we have thrown away immediately. When each only two pairs of pants Mithat make the poor even more incredible signs of wear.

Upon entry into the USA by the way you have now on the Internet before to fill in a form. We have done good. Nevertheless, the system myself and Quentin has not had. We had our confirmations luckily printed. Otherwise wir12 hours would be stuck at the airport in LA. With two young children a nightmare. And just because their system does not work. Jeremy by the way we had not printed. Sometimes you are lucky.

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The scent of basil

What can we do from time to Teresa and fishing report?

The most impressive was probably our Limpia, cleaning. Teresa knows the healer for several years and we are always open to new experiences. Our healer has to cost so all rubbed with raw free-range eggs and Basilikumbuescheln beaten. He has given us everything possible about it tells us about incidents of mental health problems to spiritual companions or stress. The boys, who could be left with basil are unlikely to tap according to his statements - and that does not surprise me - very balanced, a happy Huepferlinge who do not need much healing. Caspar, however, was prescribed a Bauchtee. I had but with a psychological strain and Jeremy will be treated with a wild enchantment even longer. The boys and I was ever prescribed for another bathroom and Jeremy ingredients needed for his therapy. Therefore, we went to the market and Teresa, Quentin and I had a fascinating time, zusammenzusammeln everything necessary. This Quentin strangest yet be well-received gift: a big piece of peach incense resin. He has all the horror surrounding women bit off course immediately.
was at home every one Wasserkuebel full of flowers, herbs and spices prepared with whom we have rubbed us and ueberschuettet. The bathroom smelled wonderful. My ritual involved in the next few days, then rubbing with basil and Rosenblaettern, his face blown agave and many prayers. When Jeremy was working with more fire and smoke and the interpretation of ash. Our healer says, is we are now better. I do not know, might have been. But to us it was not bad before. It was in any case a very interesting and quite spiritual Experience.
And Caspar liked his anise and pepper Rosenblueten chamomile tea. And that is a small miracle. He has never drunk tea.

It was a good time with integrated immersive Teresa and Angel. Through their stories we were given insight into Mexican life, that would not be noticed from the outside. We were in Juchitan, a city that is known as "City of Women" known. Even before our trip, I have a bit in the book by Veronika Bennholdt-Thomsen ( http://www.amazon.de/Juchitan-Stadt-Frauen-Leben-Matriarchat/dp/3499133962 ) into sniffed. But on the ground then I would not have noticed great. Yes, the market stalls have only women, but that is almost entirely in Mexico so and in the shops you can also see lots of men in Juchitan. But Teresa's tales of economic relations, juicy by the parties, which are always sponsored by the women - while men must always come with a case of beer, of processions where truckloads of plastic dishes thrown in the crowd were a little glimpse behind the scenes . It is a culture where wealth is always associated with giving. Where the celebration is almost too much, especially because most alkoholumflossen much.

Angel and Quentin were almost inseparable. We are looking forward to see her again in Austria. Her red VW Beetle, the favorite car of the boys, but we have probably seen the last. Suddenly

is the time in Mexico, almost. What we do in the last days? Jeremy has packed the outdoor volcano and longing again and so we decided to hike the Popocatepetl. So night bus back to Puebla, and then in the small town at the foot of volcanoes Amecameca. Lo and behold, the dawn of that day greeted us with the first rain drops, we have experienced at all in Mexico. And Amecameca is a laundry room, are hardly the next hill to see. Jeremy's heart is crying because climbers but he won before getting ready for a hike the next day and get hard-boiled with Quentin up to about 3600m. Of course, nothing seen. Caspar and I prefer to hang onto Cafehaeusern or hide in the hotel in our sleeping bags because it's so cold. The Plan was the next day when the weather is better, maybe wander up again. But the night gets Quentin fever and in any case we decide to Mexico City to drive, if it was serious. In the morning we make ourselves so packed on to the bus station and wait there while we clarified it up slowly, the sky, and hammered into the top of Popocatepetl looks out of the clouds. Jeremy's anguish was barely mitanzuschauen. So we are arrived in Mexico City, Quentin it's already a bit better looking, even as it develops. We have fully defeated at a Chinese (very Mexican Chinese) Buffet stomach and plan our next, last day in Mexico.

So it is time for a bit General Conclusion. What I have learned here in Mexico once again, be patient, have the time and company time. All

often takes incredibly long. In some shops might add 10 minutes to pay for a bottle of water. Two people use the cash and get nothing more. Since patience is already a tough challenge, especially when Caspar URGENT way to the bathroom needs. Everything takes time, something rare happened at the agreed time. Someone told me: here you must not sing from a score but only after the Gehoehr. That hits very well. I have seen so often that people do indeed come quite late but then they have infinite time. We are all so calculated. Here it flows. So much time has been us given as much attention in the large and small. So many kind words from people in passing. I want to take something like this. More peace, more life for others, more attention.

Another memorable experience was the music. There are a lot of music. When eating on the street, in the subway - train. CD selling products with blatant backpack, of course, the classic mariachi trumpet - guitar - violin combo. And very, very many men with guitars. The get on the bus, tweak in the aisle and play a song, can earn and get off again at the next opportunity. Women have not come across in my everyday music context. Also weird.

West Coast Choppers Women Models

The scent of basil

What can we do from time to Teresa and fishing report?

The most impressive was probably our Limpia, cleaning. Teresa knows the healer for several years and we are always open to new experiences. Our healer has to cost so all rubbed with raw free-range eggs and Basilikumbuescheln beaten. He has given us everything possible about it tells us about incidents of mental health problems to spiritual companions or stress. The boys, who could be left with basil are unlikely to tap according to his statements - and that does not surprise me - very balanced, a happy Huepferlinge who do not need much healing. Caspar, however, was prescribed a Bauchtee. I had but with a psychological strain and Jeremy will be treated with a wild enchantment even longer. The boys and I was ever prescribed for another bathroom and Jeremy ingredients needed for his therapy. Therefore, we went to the market and Teresa, Quentin and I had a fascinating time, zusammenzusammeln everything necessary. This Quentin strangest yet be well-received gift: a big piece of peach incense resin. He has all the horror surrounding women bit off course immediately.
was at home every one Wasserkuebel full of flowers, herbs and spices prepared with whom we have rubbed us and ueberschuettet. The bathroom smelled wonderful. My ritual involved in the next few days, then rubbing with basil and Rosenblaettern, his face blown agave and many prayers. When Jeremy was working with more fire and smoke and the interpretation of ash. Our healer says, is we are now better. I do not know, might have been. But to us it was not bad before. It was in any case a very interesting and quite spiritual Experience.
And Caspar liked his anise and pepper Rosenblueten chamomile tea. And that is a small miracle. He has never drunk tea.

It was a good time with integrated immersive Teresa and Angel. Through their stories we were given insight into Mexican life, that would not be noticed from the outside. We were in Juchitan, a city that is known as "City of Women" known. Even before our trip, I have a bit in the book by Veronika Bennholdt-Thomsen ( http://www.amazon.de/Juchitan-Stadt-Frauen-Leben-Matriarchat/dp/3499133962 ) into sniffed. But on the ground then I would not have noticed great. Yes, the market stalls have only women, but that is almost entirely in Mexico so and in the shops you can also see lots of men in Juchitan. But Teresa's tales of economic relations, juicy by the parties, which are always sponsored by the women - while men must always come with a case of beer, of processions where truckloads of plastic dishes thrown in the crowd were a little glimpse behind the scenes . It is a culture where wealth is always associated with giving. Where the celebration is almost too much, especially because most alkoholumflossen much.

Angel and Quentin were almost inseparable. We are looking forward to see her again in Austria. Her red VW Beetle, the favorite car of the boys, but we have probably seen the last. Suddenly

is the time in Mexico, almost. What we do in the last days? Jeremy has packed the outdoor volcano and longing again and so we decided to hike the Popocatepetl. So night bus back to Puebla, and then in the small town at the foot of volcanoes Amecameca. Lo and behold, the dawn of that day greeted us with the first rain drops, we have experienced at all in Mexico. And Amecameca is a laundry room, are hardly the next hill to see. Jeremy's heart is crying because climbers but he won before getting ready for a hike the next day and get hard-boiled with Quentin up to about 3600m. Of course, nothing seen. Caspar and I prefer to hang onto Cafehaeusern or hide in the hotel in our sleeping bags because it's so cold. The Plan was the next day when the weather is better, maybe wander up again. But the night gets Quentin fever and in any case we decide to Mexico City to drive, if it was serious. In the morning we make ourselves so packed on to the bus station and wait there while we clarified it up slowly, the sky, and hammered into the top of Popocatepetl looks out of the clouds. Jeremy's anguish was barely mitanzuschauen. So we are arrived in Mexico City, Quentin it's already a bit better looking, even as it develops. We have fully defeated at a Chinese (very Mexican Chinese) Buffet stomach and plan our next, last day in Mexico.

So it is time for a bit General Conclusion. What I have learned here in Mexico once again, be patient, have the time and company time. All

often takes incredibly long. In some shops might add 10 minutes to pay for a bottle of water. Two people use the cash and get nothing more. Since patience is already a tough challenge, especially when Caspar URGENT way to the bathroom needs. Everything takes time, something rare happened at the agreed time. Someone told me: here you must not sing from a score but only after the Gehoehr. That hits very well. I have seen so often that people do indeed come quite late but then they have infinite time. We are all so calculated. Here it flows. So much time has been us given as much attention in the large and small. So many kind words from people in passing. I want to take something like this. More peace, more life for others, more attention.

Another memorable experience was the music. There are a lot of music. When eating on the street, in the subway - train. CD selling products with blatant backpack, of course, the classic mariachi trumpet - guitar - violin combo. And very, very many men with guitars. The get on the bus, tweak in the aisle and play a song, can earn and get off again at the next opportunity. Women have not come across in my everyday music context. Also weird.

West Coast Choppers Women Models

The scent of basil

What can we do from time to Teresa and fishing report?

The most impressive was probably our Limpia, cleaning. Teresa knows the healer for several years and we are always open to new experiences. Our healer has to cost so all rubbed with raw free-range eggs and Basilikumbuescheln beaten. He has given us everything possible about it tells us about incidents of mental health problems to spiritual companions or stress. The boys, who could be left with basil are unlikely to tap according to his statements - and that does not surprise me - very balanced, a happy Huepferlinge who do not need much healing. Caspar, however, was prescribed a Bauchtee. I had but with a psychological strain and Jeremy will be treated with a wild enchantment even longer. The boys and I was ever prescribed for another bathroom and Jeremy ingredients needed for his therapy. Therefore, we went to the market and Teresa, Quentin and I had a fascinating time, zusammenzusammeln everything necessary. This Quentin strangest yet be well-received gift: a big piece of peach incense resin. He has all the horror surrounding women bit off course immediately.
was at home every one Wasserkuebel full of flowers, herbs and spices prepared with whom we have rubbed us and ueberschuettet. The bathroom smelled wonderful. My ritual involved in the next few days, then rubbing with basil and Rosenblaettern, his face blown agave and many prayers. When Jeremy was working with more fire and smoke and the interpretation of ash. Our healer says, is we are now better. I do not know, might have been. But to us it was not bad before. It was in any case a very interesting and quite spiritual Experience.
And Caspar liked his anise and pepper Rosenblueten chamomile tea. And that is a small miracle. He has never drunk tea.

It was a good time with integrated immersive Teresa and Angel. Through their stories we were given insight into Mexican life, that would not be noticed from the outside. We were in Juchitan, a city that is known as "City of Women" known. Even before our trip, I have a bit in the book by Veronika Bennholdt-Thomsen ( http://www.amazon.de/Juchitan-Stadt-Frauen-Leben-Matriarchat/dp/3499133962 ) into sniffed. But on the ground then I would not have noticed great. Yes, the market stalls have only women, but that is almost entirely in Mexico so and in the shops you can also see lots of men in Juchitan. But Teresa's tales of economic relations, juicy by the parties, which are always sponsored by the women - while men must always come with a case of beer, of processions where truckloads of plastic dishes thrown in the crowd were a little glimpse behind the scenes . It is a culture where wealth is always associated with giving. Where the celebration is almost too much, especially because most alkoholumflossen much.

Angel and Quentin were almost inseparable. We are looking forward to see her again in Austria. Her red VW Beetle, the favorite car of the boys, but we have probably seen the last. Suddenly

is the time in Mexico, almost. What we do in the last days? Jeremy has packed the outdoor volcano and longing again and so we decided to hike the Popocatepetl. So night bus back to Puebla, and then in the small town at the foot of volcanoes Amecameca. Lo and behold, the dawn of that day greeted us with the first rain drops, we have experienced at all in Mexico. And Amecameca is a laundry room, are hardly the next hill to see. Jeremy's heart is crying because climbers but he won before getting ready for a hike the next day and get hard-boiled with Quentin up to about 3600m. Of course, nothing seen. Caspar and I prefer to hang onto Cafehaeusern or hide in the hotel in our sleeping bags because it's so cold. The Plan was the next day when the weather is better, maybe wander up again. But the night gets Quentin fever and in any case we decide to Mexico City to drive, if it was serious. In the morning we make ourselves so packed on to the bus station and wait there while we clarified it up slowly, the sky, and hammered into the top of Popocatepetl looks out of the clouds. Jeremy's anguish was barely mitanzuschauen. So we are arrived in Mexico City, Quentin it's already a bit better looking, even as it develops. We have fully defeated at a Chinese (very Mexican Chinese) Buffet stomach and plan our next, last day in Mexico.

So it is time for a bit General Conclusion. What I have learned here in Mexico once again, be patient, have the time and company time. All

often takes incredibly long. In some shops might add 10 minutes to pay for a bottle of water. Two people use the cash and get nothing more. Since patience is already a tough challenge, especially when Caspar URGENT way to the bathroom needs. Everything takes time, something rare happened at the agreed time. Someone told me: here you must not sing from a score but only after the Gehoehr. That hits very well. I have seen so often that people do indeed come quite late but then they have infinite time. We are all so calculated. Here it flows. So much time has been us given as much attention in the large and small. So many kind words from people in passing. I want to take something like this. More peace, more life for others, more attention.

Another memorable experience was the music. There are a lot of music. When eating on the street, in the subway - train. CD selling products with blatant backpack, of course, the classic mariachi trumpet - guitar - violin combo. And very, very many men with guitars. The get on the bus, tweak in the aisle and play a song, can earn and get off again at the next opportunity. Women have not come across in my everyday music context. Also weird.

Baby Shower A Star Is Born

Apartments Chestnut Garden St. Peter-Ording, RATES AND SEASONS

• travel time C 03.01. to 14.03. and 24.10. to 19.12. :
  € 79.00
• Season B 14.03. to 27.06. :
  € 89.00
• Season B 12.09. to 24.10. :
  € 89.00
• Season B 19.12. to 09.01.2010: € 89.00
  
• Season A 27.06. to 12.09. :
  € a 19:00

Baby Shower A Star Is Born

Apartments Chestnut Garden St. Peter-Ording, RATES AND SEASONS

• travel time C 03.01. to 14.03. and 24.10. to 19.12. :
  € 79.00
• Season B 14.03. to 27.06. :
  € 89.00
• Season B 12.09. to 24.10. :
  € 89.00
• Season B 19.12. to 09.01.2010: € 89.00
  
• Season A 27.06. to 12.09. :
  € a 19:00

Baby Shower A Star Is Born

Apartments Chestnut Garden St. Peter-Ording, RATES AND SEASONS

• travel time C 03.01. to 14.03. and 24.10. to 19.12. :
  € 79.00
• Season B 14.03. to 27.06. :
  € 89.00
• Season B 12.09. to 24.10. :
  € 89.00
• Season B 19.12. to 09.01.2010: € 89.00
  
• Season A 27.06. to 12.09. :
  € a 19:00

How Long To Grow My Eyebrows

Apartments Chestnut Garden St. Peter-Ording, price information

We charge for the 5th and 6 Each person 10, - € in addition to the daily fee.
For dogs we charge 5, - € extra per day.
final cleaning € 60.00
energy costs, electricity and water included!
linen and towels per person per stay optional € 5.00
high chair & cot with linen included! € 0.00
DSL / W-LAN! € 0.00

How Long To Grow My Eyebrows

Apartments Chestnut Garden St. Peter-Ording, price information

We charge for the 5th and 6 Each person 10, - € in addition to the daily fee.
For dogs we charge 5, - € extra per day.
final cleaning € 60.00
energy costs, electricity and water included!
linen and towels per person per stay optional € 5.00
high chair & cot with linen included! € 0.00
DSL / W-LAN! € 0.00

How Long To Grow My Eyebrows

Apartments Chestnut Garden St. Peter-Ording, price information

We charge for the 5th and 6 Each person 10, - € in addition to the daily fee.
For dogs we charge 5, - € extra per day.
final cleaning € 60.00
energy costs, electricity and water included!
linen and towels per person per stay optional € 5.00
high chair & cot with linen included! € 0.00
DSL / W-LAN! € 0.00

Cutting Indian Churidar

pictures 2

Our home-made nativity scene

detail of a "professional" Nativity: a game that is played still like. Children hit by a decorated clay vessel, which is filled with goodies. We have even seen how successful the Runterschlaeger and his "booty" among the mass heranstuerzender children are buried.

The Church of the lava

Quentin once again a tourist attraction, this time on horse

The shoes are polished up for the wedding.

Waiting for the bride was for the boys to exciting.

The bride is here and ready to go!

Caspar and Toby. Yes so the look of.

The punch Krapf church.

come the Magi approached.

Caspar on the way to Fiji with the tiger duck.

Teresa and Quentin

Mom floats in the sunrise.

Daddy gymnastics.

The hut on the beach

Quentin with his great friend Angel and a parrot on the bike.

A celebration at the home of Teresa and Angel.

Cutting Indian Churidar

pictures 2

Our home-made nativity scene

detail of a "professional" Nativity: a game that is played still like. Children hit by a decorated clay vessel, which is filled with goodies. We have even seen how successful the Runterschlaeger and his "booty" among the mass heranstuerzender children are buried.

The Church of the lava

Quentin once again a tourist attraction, this time on horse

The shoes are polished up for the wedding.

Waiting for the bride was for the boys to exciting.

The bride is here and ready to go!

Caspar and Toby. Yes so the look of.

The punch Krapf church.

come the Magi approached.

Caspar on the way to Fiji with the tiger duck.

Teresa and Quentin

Mom floats in the sunrise.

Daddy gymnastics.

The hut on the beach

Quentin with his great friend Angel and a parrot on the bike.

A celebration at the home of Teresa and Angel.