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Second Chances in One Lifetime: capricious

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Second Chances in One Lifetime. Capri, playground of the rich and famous: where Louis Vuitton does espadrilles and taxis are open-topped convertibles. Side story: The taxi driver caught me sneaking a picture of his taxi and joked "Signora, that will be 10€! To which I promptly replied "No, I'll pay with a smile! And flashed him my million dollar smile. *applause from the taxi drivers* Bow.). Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Eat, pray, eat, love. Sometimes, when you randomly get off a bus. Travel notes...

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Second Chances in One Lifetime: sometimes, when you randomly get off a bus

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Second Chances in One Lifetime. Sometimes, when you randomly get off a bus. On a whim, I decided to get off the bus at Atrani, a small town just around the headland from its more famous neighbor, Amalfi. A whitewashed town nestled at the foot of the hills and a small beach, it was one not given over to tourism. The buildings were old and scarred by the elements, and held the romance of another era. Notice the retro bus and people clad in 40s garb.). It was the Italy of Cinema Paradiso. And I was entranced.

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Second Chances in One Lifetime: in time of daffodils | goodbye, eindhoven

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Second Chances in One Lifetime. In time of daffodils goodbye, eindhoven. In time of daffodils (who know. The goal of living is to grow). Forgetting why, remember how. In time of lilacs who proclaim. The aim of waking is to dream,. Remember so (forgetting seem). In time of roses (who amaze. Our now and here with paradise). Forgetting if, remember yes. In time of all sweet things beyond. Whatever mind may comprehend,. Remember seek (forgetting find). And in a mystery to be. Forgetting me, remember me.

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Second Chances in One Lifetime: summer salsa

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Second Chances in One Lifetime. When I first arrived in Paris, I lived in a colocation. With a French girl who had grown up in the Côte d'Ivoire. One Sunday, while I was still burrowing under my covers from the winter cold, she knocked on my door to invite me for lunch. So I padded over, still buried under a thick sweater, fleece pants, and socks, for a simple lunch of fried sardines and mango salsa she had thrown together from a trip to the weekend market. I'd never made salsa before, and was surprised ...

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Second Chances in One Lifetime: in the wee small hours of the morning

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Second Chances in One Lifetime. In the wee small hours of the morning. It's two in the morning, and here I am writing in a small room in the south of the Netherlands. It feels strange to write that. I live in the Netherlands. Sometimes I feel like I have to pinch myself just to make sure that this - the past one and a half year - is not a dream. I don't know. I guess I should worry, but right now, none of that matters. I just know I am thankful. I am truly lucky and blessed. 6:44 PM, December 27, 2009.

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Second Chances in One Lifetime: parlez-vous francais?

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Second Chances in One Lifetime. My colleagues complain that I hardly ever speak in French, apart from "Oui! And " Je ne comprends pas! So today, in an effort to humor them, I walked to my desk and greeted Jean-Pierre in the most bibo. Voice I could muster:. Jean-Pierre stops in his tracks, raises his eyebrows at me, and is already laughing when he replies: "Salut Sheila! Where are you from? Encouraged, I try to crack a joke with my newfound French vocabulary. " Je viens de. Je viens de Paradis! Find some...

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Second Chances in One Lifetime: melancholy

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Second Chances in One Lifetime. The blue moon shining on new year's eve. Tilburg, the netherlands]. They say that things just cannot grow. Beneath the winter snow. Or so I have been told. They say it's bad to start the new year on a sad note. They say the new year brings with it another chance to start over. They say you should welcome change, because with it comes growth. It hurts just as bad. I still believe in summer days. The seasons always change. And life will find a way. See the pyramids in egypt.

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Second Chances in One Lifetime: the dream drive on the amalfi coast

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Second Chances in One Lifetime. The dream drive on the amalfi coast. I munch on a panini as the bus pulls out of Sorrento. I’m still only halfway to my destination, the transfer giving me just enough time to have a quick break at a cafeteria near the station. Then, because nature has a flair of drama, the curtain of clouds are drawn back. The Amalfi Coast lies sparkling before our eyes. Cliff after cliff of villages, tumbling down into the Mediterranean Sea. It’s so beautiful I want to weep. Stanislas de...

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Second Chances in One Lifetime: from napoli to sorrento on the circumvesuviana

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Second Chances in One Lifetime. From napoli to sorrento on the circumvesuviana. The train is a rickety metal contraption, perhaps from the 1970s. On it is a mixture of people: tourists with cameras slung around their neck, locals on their daily commute to the next town, workers lugging huge carts loaded with bags of produce. And then the laundry-festooned buildings give way to the views of Mount Vesuvius, and finally to the sea. We have reached Sorrento. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). A kindle. ...

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Second Chances in One Lifetime: July 2014

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Second Chances in One Lifetime. It's a choice to be happy. Sometimes, I worry a lot. I worry about life, or work, or my health, or whatever struggle it is that I think I'm facing that day. It really put things into perspective. When they ask me how I've been, how can I possibly respond with something as mundane as, "Well, things have been so-so, I've been a bit stressed because of recently.". It's a choice to be happy. When I first arrived in Paris, I lived in a colocation. With a French girl who had gro...