For the next two days, I didn’t do much else except ride around the Old Town Trolley bus, getting a history lesson in the process. Getting off between showers and exploring, as I like to do. I called in cafes, looked at the architecture, the people, eating wonderful food and drinking great coffee. Ok, Ok, … Continue reading
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the story of the journey of my ordinary life. .
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the story of the journey of my ordinary life. .
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the story of the journey of my ordinary life. .
the story of the journey of my ordinary life. .
the story of the journey of my ordinary life. .
the story of the journey of my ordinary life. .
I started this blog dreaming of moving to Paris, or at least France. I ended up on Kaua`i...um make that the Big Island...umm well make that Paris, after all
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