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Rio in 2007
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While were partying in Italy for Jason and Abigail's wedding,. Someone suggested that we should all go to Rio the. We rented two houses in Niteroi on Itacoatiara Beach, about. 45 minutes from downtown Rio. Abigail found the houses at. And they were amazing. Steve, who. Owns both houses, and his staff were the absolute best. They took care of absolutely everything for us, down to the. Tiniest detail, and it seemed like they were on call 24-7. Gotta give a HUGE shout out to our driver, Alfredo!
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A Search for (My) Life: Life Changing People
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A Search for (My) Life. A gathering of thought collections as I strive to follow my passions and find my purpose in this crazy fantastic world. Seattle, Washington, United States. View my complete profile. Visitors and a Witness. Last days of Carnaval in Salvador. The Worlds Biggest Party. Life after Microsoft: Resources. Sunday, April 02, 2006. Week, met Rodrigo (her boyfriend at the time) , and two weeks later I was at dinner with them for my birthday, and Clarice had made me a cake.
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A Search For (My) Life | A gathering of thought collections as I strive to follow my passions and find my purpose. | Page 2
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A Search For (My) Life. A gathering of thought collections as I strive to follow my passions and find my purpose. April 14, 2006. And finally, heres a link to the pictures…. April 13, 2006. Last night I went into São Franciso, which is the beach on the other side of the hill, about a mile from where I live. I had plans to meet a group of friends for drinks, and the friends I met at the. Jack Johnson concert were celebrating a birthday at a nearby bar. A Concert Here and There. April 9, 2006. April 7, 2006.
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April | 2006 | A Search For (My) Life
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A Search For (My) Life. A gathering of thought collections as I strive to follow my passions and find my purpose. Home, Away, Home. April 26, 2006. Back home in Louisville, Kentucky and Im struggling to understand the differences between my life as of this morning, and the one I led 24 hours ago. How can so much change so quickly? Last Weekend and Rodrigo’s Birthday. April 20, 2006. Im already in a state of semi-shock that I will soon be leaving what has become a very comfortable environment. Im also...
ibeth.net
Rio in 2007
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While were partying in Italy for Jason and Abigail's wedding,. Someone suggested that we should all go to Rio the. We rented two houses in Niteroi on Itacoatiara Beach, about. 45 minutes from downtown Rio. Abigail found the houses at. And they were amazing. Steve, who. Owns both houses, and his staff were the absolute best. They took care of absolutely everything for us, down to the. Tiniest detail, and it seemed like they were on call 24-7. Gotta give a HUGE shout out to our driver, Alfredo!
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November | 2008 | Ben's Blog
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Just another WordPress site. Archive November, 2008. November 30, 2008. After our airline meal, Jean and I “settled back, relaxed, and enjoyed our flight to Rio.” Not. It has always amazed me that the captain has the balls to tell the passengers to “sit back, relax and enjoy the flight to blahblahblah.” UNLESS YOU ARE IN FIRST CLASS, there is NO WAY to relax and NOTHING to ENJOY about the flight. Anywhere. I get grumpy just thinking about it. Well, who cared. Our driver was here! He had also told me abou...
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Chapter 3 | Ben's Blog
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Just another WordPress site. RSS feed for this section. Departure from Salvador to Rio. December 2, 2008. Night before, Jean and I had rummaged through all our stuff, which had somehow managed to land not only all over the room, but on the walls, shelves, and under the bed. There were shirts of mine still damp hanging everywhere. Aiee! I couldn’t wait to pack it in a suitcase and experience it upon unpacking. I didn’t think so. I felt like a tube of toothpaste being squeezed by a wasteful child–rig...
