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I’m sick. But I’m always sick, so it doesn’t impact anything other than that I am thrilled to be here in the “winter” where 70s and 80s i... -
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All I know about Copacabana I learned from Barry Manilow. How a girl named Lola danced her colorful heart out at the hottest spot north... -
Once I met a Canadian girl in Italy. We were staying at the same hostel - I with my family and friend, she with her notebook and inner... -
We took a bus tour to Masada. Stopping along the way to try on silly hats and discover the secrets of Qumran. Cable cars brought us u... -
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Sunday school songs played in my head as we passed signs welcoming us to the oldest city of the world and pointing us toward a wee sycamo... -
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