<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><rss xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/" xmlns:blogger="http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0" version="2.0"><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4213826658390276975</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Fri, 10 Apr 2026 13:26:33 +0000</lastBuildDate><category>Europe</category><category>Portugal</category><category>Food &amp; Drink</category><category>Italy</category><category>Sightseeing</category><category>Silly Behavior</category><category>U.S.A.</category><category>Taking it Easy</category><category>France</category><category>History</category><category>Misadventures</category><category>Nature</category><category>Sir Gnome</category><category>Wine</category><category>Compelling Characters</category><category>Culture</category><category>Emilia-Romagna</category><category>Lisbon</category><category>Bologna</category><category>Paris</category><category>Small Towns</category><category>Cheese</category><category>Porto</category><category>Texas</category><category>Virginia</category><category>Chocoholic</category><category>Coimbra</category><category>England</category><category>London</category><category>Nerd Moments</category><category>Norfolk</category><category>Travel Lessons</category><category>UK</category><category>Architecture</category><category>Austin</category><category>Beach</category><category>In a Nutshell</category><category>Language</category><category>Music</category><category>Art</category><category>Bahamas</category><category>Budget Travel</category><category>Canada</category><category>Cruising</category><category>Evora</category><category>Florida</category><category>Fredericksburg</category><category>Living Abroad</category><category>Marseille</category><category>Nassau</category><category>Nightlife</category><category>Ocala</category><category>Portsmouth</category><category>Sintra</category><category>Toronto</category><category>Turin</category><category>Venice</category><category>Virginia Beach</category><title>travel je t&#39;aime</title><description>&lt;b&gt;looking to get lost . . .&lt;/b&gt;</description><link>http://travel-je-taime.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (Gnome de Plume)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>40</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4213826658390276975.post-8502748333921516853</guid><pubDate>Tue, 26 Aug 2014 18:48:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2014-08-26T16:02:53.501-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Canada</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Europe</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">France</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Italy</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Living Abroad</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Misadventures</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Nature</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Sightseeing</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Silly Behavior</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Toronto</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Wine</category><title>Cheers to Six Years: A Europhile Reunion in Toronto</title><description>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
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When I moved to France in 2007 for an eight-month stint as a high school English teacher, I had already chatted with Stephanie via Facebook because we&amp;#39;d both been placed in the same city -- Angers. We formally met one afternoon in the central plaza, where she introduced me to Becca, whom she&amp;#39;d just met at a regional orientation and who was living in Nantes, a 40-minute train ride away. We&amp;#39;d only been teaching for a week and were already due for our first vacation. &lt;/div&gt;
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Flying out of Norfolk would be a joy, I thought. Small airport, short security line, friendly airport staff. Well, it might have been a joy had my flight not been cancelled. I hustled, calling American Airlines and working out an early (&lt;i&gt;really&lt;/i&gt; early) morning flight out of Richmond so that I could still make it to work the next day. Jen offered to wake up at the crack of dawn and drive me all the way there. Thanks, Jen!&lt;br&gt;
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On our way back to Jen&amp;#39;s place, we decided that this turn of events called for a night of wine, cheese, and Zoolander.&lt;br&gt;
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The following morning, running on nearly no sleep, I boarded my Richmond flight and found myself sitting directly behind a man who brought the caricature of the &amp;quot;ugly American&amp;quot; to new, dare I say artistic levels. He was in high spirits, talking jovially to the man seated next to him, who politely laughed at a joke or two and nodded a lot but mostly kept quiet. Once my brain was awake enough to process the chatter, nothing seemed more important than jotting it all down for posterity, so I reached for my phone and began typing vigorously into my Notes app. Below are some of the &lt;i&gt;actual &lt;/i&gt;words that came out of this man&amp;#39;s &lt;i&gt;actual&lt;/i&gt; mouth. Verbatim:&lt;/div&gt;
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Our jaunt to Portsmouth from Norfolk began with a ferry ride. That&amp;#39;s worth the trip right there.&lt;br&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;But then something beautiful happened. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;
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&lt;a href=&quot;http://travel-je-taime.blogspot.com/2014/07/beauty-and-battleships-in-norfolk.html#more&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Read more »&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;</description><link>http://travel-je-taime.blogspot.com/2014/07/beauty-and-battleships-in-norfolk.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Gnome de Plume)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuj3h5nOWohirzxUT75GBd6meeeuoAT_0-r0goWEsTVA7OUB3S_h_hrBa7Kz5Eg2UUqRdTvAwInJLM8xNKpR1_YZ8FIlMiwJq2uK8AGKdqEN9kfpmeye_0nIAMXYFyuKtno6JydekiYps/s72-c/IMG_1644.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4213826658390276975.post-4898730826944344982</guid><pubDate>Thu, 26 Jun 2014 16:59:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2014-07-02T08:59:39.020-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Bahamas</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Beach</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Budget Travel</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Nassau</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Nature</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Silly Behavior</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Taking it Easy</category><title>Travel Flashback: Grad Students Hit the Travel Jackpot</title><description>&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
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- &lt;i&gt;&amp;quot;Where are the free water sports? We&amp;#39;re here for the free water sports!&amp;quot;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
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In 2006, three girlfriends and I embarked on a trip to the Bahamas. Carmen, who was pursuing a PhD in Caribbean Literature, was presenting at a conference in Nassau, and our university was paying for her hotel room. Two double beds = room for four, so off we went to achieve what no starving grad student had achieved before -- a four-day trip to the Bahamas for $23. Our expenses broke down as follows:&lt;br&gt;
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&lt;a href=&quot;http://travel-je-taime.blogspot.com/2014/06/travel-flashback-grad-students-hit-the-jackpot.html#more&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Read more »&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;</description><link>http://travel-je-taime.blogspot.com/2014/06/travel-flashback-grad-students-hit-the-jackpot.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Gnome de Plume)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCR_R8XKftZa67G68AVeo259kgAZrN13RXlbgV_GXnD49KvYwhYNWKHwCC8wUCv7aQYVajLWWuqHtLMj7iIllqYfWbN7Xp7uVBzxWUrcDsQAV6M0URgaCOMfCEQx9pisvxy1wXcQ1NlqA/s72-c/Bahamas+10.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4213826658390276975.post-1686430664841855799</guid><pubDate>Tue, 15 Apr 2014 18:06:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2014-12-08T10:26:21.111-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Europe</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">History</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Italy</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Silly Behavior</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Sir Gnome</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Turin</category><title>Classing It Up in Turin</title><description>Palaces. Opera houses. Gardens. After getting to know &lt;a href=&quot;http://travel-je-taime.blogspot.com/2013/10/beautiful-bologna.html&quot; style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;beautiful&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href=&quot;http://travel-je-taime.blogspot.com/2013/10/bologna-and-love-of-old-things.html&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;rusty&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Bologna, Turin felt like an extravagance. I arrived knowing little more than the following about the fourth largest city in Italy:&lt;br&gt;
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&lt;li&gt;It is home to the famous Shroud of Turin, which some believe to be the shroud in which Jesus was buried. &lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Italy&amp;#39;s royal family, the House of Savoy, lived there.&lt;/li&gt;
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Given its royal history, I figured that Turin would be elegant, but I&amp;#39;m not sure I bargained for this:&lt;br&gt;
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&lt;a href=&quot;http://travel-je-taime.blogspot.com/2014/04/classing-it-up-in-turin.html#more&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Read more »&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;</description><link>http://travel-je-taime.blogspot.com/2014/04/classing-it-up-in-turin.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Gnome de Plume)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbhtJAYc4vAyN9_IDNKXSHjANWv9VoqQHF0GXyPF2cEmQ0K3z8d6-qHz7X_MIL4PsOT3XWC41VabTvXcf9ZK-S73irIZLlSF_uijBrbrASZ_lH9pAEiAQ6XrFWgiWNNtF-2FFfI6qz5zc/s72-c/IMG_3504.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4213826658390276975.post-2243265091085161151</guid><pubDate>Tue, 17 Dec 2013 20:32:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2014-07-02T09:03:55.850-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Cheese</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Compelling Characters</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Culture</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Emilia-Romagna</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Europe</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Food &amp; Drink</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Italy</category><title>Emilia-Romagna Is for Eating</title><description>How much would life suck without the existence of the following foods?&lt;br&gt;
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&lt;li style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;Parmigiano-Reggiano &lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;Bolognese sauce&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;Mortadella&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;Balsamic vinegar&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;Tortellini &lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;Tagliatelle &lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;Lasagna alla Bolognese&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;Prosciutto&lt;/li&gt;
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A lot! Life would suck a lot. To the Emilia-Romagna region of Italy, the birthplace of these culinary wonders, I say &lt;i&gt;grazie&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br&gt;
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&lt;a href=&quot;http://travel-je-taime.blogspot.com/2013/12/emilia-romagna-is-for-eating.html#more&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Read more »&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;</description><link>http://travel-je-taime.blogspot.com/2013/12/emilia-romagna-is-for-eating.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Gnome de Plume)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPfjXmJScGJwPbseSTBKagU2sLm4hZiKZvJjsG9X5aV4eMFVy4a6e6XL8jHhEHlEF378j0OKD-rhGuTuFY41uKh92FYmkM73SE7oHxn5PGHORrLVvsejmq3Pkk60ye2Zv1Wus79993YDg/s72-c/IMG_3592.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4213826658390276975.post-6695113262359637059</guid><pubDate>Sun, 01 Dec 2013 14:47:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2014-07-02T09:04:46.048-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Bologna</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Emilia-Romagna</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Europe</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">In a Nutshell</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Italy</category><title>Bologna in a Nutshell</title><description>The “In a Nutshell” series superficially summarizes an entire city, region, or country in a few bullet points. Ignoring historical and cultural complexities, I give you Bologna … in a nutshell:&lt;br&gt;
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&lt;li&gt;Tortellini, bolognese sauce, mortadella ... &lt;a href=&quot;http://travel-je-taime.blogspot.com/2013/11/one-food-filled-afternoon-in-bologna.html&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;You WILL gain weight here&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. Don&amp;#39;t fight it.&lt;/li&gt;
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&lt;li&gt;In most of Europe, Americans can be embarrassingly loud. Not so here. Judging by my Italian fellow train travelers, watching movies on a tablet at full volume without the use of headsets is totally acceptable.&lt;/li&gt;
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&lt;a href=&quot;http://travel-je-taime.blogspot.com/2013/12/bologna-in-nutshell.html#more&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Read more »&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;</description><link>http://travel-je-taime.blogspot.com/2013/12/bologna-in-nutshell.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Gnome de Plume)</author><thr:total>4</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4213826658390276975.post-2784382899978870242</guid><pubDate>Wed, 20 Nov 2013 20:15:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2014-07-02T09:05:18.780-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Bologna</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Emilia-Romagna</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Europe</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Italy</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Nerd Moments</category><title>Ghosts of Bologna</title><description>By day, &lt;a href=&quot;http://travel-je-taime.blogspot.com/2013/10/beautiful-bologna.html&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bologna is beautiful&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;; by night, it&amp;#39;s haunting. In the moonlight, the archways, cobblestone, and warm hues lend the city an air of mystery. Sure, I may be overselling Bologna as the perfect setting for a 19th-century murder mystery novel, but I like my cities with a little dose of intrigue, so I kept an eye out for furtive-looking men in long black pea coats and top hats ... just in case. I also tried to capture my impressions of ghostly Bologna in photographs:&lt;br&gt;
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&lt;a href=&quot;http://travel-je-taime.blogspot.com/2013/11/ghosts-of-bologna.html#more&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Read more »&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;</description><link>http://travel-je-taime.blogspot.com/2013/11/ghosts-of-bologna.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Gnome de Plume)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQOOgozIuOIw4k9l0oD1qeebGAquJVVx0QUrarRKMXY9AtnSWReDoWfw5rkgZprn0m2VY2q0MkyYaK-Flcogq7Oocdh3UwrxXCaR_4FNyGBnIQSi2ZEOJqgBDc6M-7afWxqsGcHG3xK8c/s72-c/IMG_3684_2.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4213826658390276975.post-8404994924340114731</guid><pubDate>Fri, 08 Nov 2013 15:38:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2014-07-02T09:06:04.922-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Bologna</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Emilia-Romagna</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Europe</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Food &amp; Drink</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Italy</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Wine</category><title>A Food-Filled Afternoon in Bologna</title><description>Bologna is lovingly known as &lt;i&gt;la grassa&lt;/i&gt; (the fat one) for its rich culinary tradition and food culture. In a future post, I plan to elaborate on the history of food in Italy&amp;#39;s Emilia-Romagna region, of which Bologna is the capital, but for now, I&amp;#39;ll simply take you through one afternoon&amp;#39;s worth of eating in Bologna. Think of this post as the appetizer.&lt;br&gt;
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After a quick breakfast of toast and orange juice (boring!), Kellie and I are ready to stroll the city and eat, eat, eat.&lt;br&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://travel-je-taime.blogspot.com/2013/11/one-food-filled-afternoon-in-bologna.html#more&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Read more »&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;</description><link>http://travel-je-taime.blogspot.com/2013/11/one-food-filled-afternoon-in-bologna.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Gnome de Plume)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNNqHGhFpOoya2UB8MLLeFtyTNx4BXHaXnDXUh6SfJL8UarD-TLNTkMNGxU4cgNo9k_pNv3Fbwj3s6HnSb9iMOaot91E9nEqwQlmhzq5syzxc5QrFOcO5-67m0u5LV95hfQM52P1zBIrw/s72-c/IMG_3424.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4213826658390276975.post-4797218512349571336</guid><pubDate>Fri, 11 Oct 2013 20:15:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2014-07-02T09:07:44.369-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Architecture</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Bologna</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Emilia-Romagna</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Europe</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">History</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Italy</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Sightseeing</category><title>Bologna and the Love of Old Things</title><description>I&amp;#39;ve always had a fascination with all things old. As a kid, I briefly considered being an archeologist. I thought it would be exhilarating to unearth old things and discover hidden histories. The past is alluring to me, not because I think life would have been better in some romanticized &amp;quot;back then,&amp;quot; but because there&amp;#39;s comfort in continuity.&lt;br&gt;
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In Bologna, the past is very much alive. It&amp;#39;s there in the architecture and in the traditional foods, a part of everyday life. As I mentioned in &lt;a href=&quot;http://travel-je-taime.blogspot.com/2013/10/beautiful-bologna.html&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;my last post&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, Bologna is home to the oldest university in the world, which was founded in the late eleventh century. Two medieval towers also showcase Bologna&amp;#39;s past, standing tall in the city center. The taller of the two is open to visitors.&lt;br&gt;
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&lt;a href=&quot;http://travel-je-taime.blogspot.com/2013/10/bologna-and-love-of-old-things.html#more&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Read more »&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;</description><link>http://travel-je-taime.blogspot.com/2013/10/bologna-and-love-of-old-things.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Gnome de Plume)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSeTg8M1jL3q1ioFTi0XczeoAg_JCpnjestJ2g9C7jc3ZybvlcGEfYdkXy4IG7wOfay0wFbJpk2NKIq8AAXvV9AhAT625hJNFEY4Bmgz-TJElCwSIYr172bEF7o1yyxR1D27IWL3k7nKQ/s72-c/IMG_3419.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4213826658390276975.post-6530034913542804933</guid><pubDate>Fri, 04 Oct 2013 23:37:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2014-07-02T09:08:26.368-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Architecture</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Bologna</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Emilia-Romagna</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Europe</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Italy</category><title>Beautiful Bologna</title><description>There&amp;#39;s no city like it. Bologna, the capital of the Emilia-Romagna region in Italy, isn&amp;#39;t nearly as popular a travel destination as Rome, Naples, Florence, Venice, or Milan, but I can&amp;#39;t see why. It&amp;#39;s home to the oldest university in the world, it&amp;#39;s recognized as the gastronomic center of Italy, and it&amp;#39;s pretty ... very pretty. Bologna may not be a polished city -- it&amp;#39;s full of cracks and imperfections -- but the fact that Bologna looks its age is part of the charm.&lt;br&gt;
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&lt;a href=&quot;http://travel-je-taime.blogspot.com/2013/10/beautiful-bologna.html#more&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Read more »&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;</description><link>http://travel-je-taime.blogspot.com/2013/10/beautiful-bologna.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Gnome de Plume)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0VVRs19SHvXl4sTXxBblbzUZFgt2c2xUDjjjdvUGEVthqp2j4s0Z_p6sOyQ8dycdvyYebA__REt_XU86xKbzkIR5zJf0ZN1NUXP7FeioX7GSxhpH8wsTzdM4emHvoHz88k4eD2z_qDBs/s72-c/IMG_3733.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4213826658390276975.post-3100233289691910250</guid><pubDate>Fri, 27 Sep 2013 14:32:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2014-07-02T09:09:53.892-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Cheese</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Chocoholic</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Europe</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Food &amp; Drink</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">France</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Paris</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Taking it Easy</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Wine</category><title>Favorite Moments in Paris</title><description>I swung by Paris for only three days last April, but I made the best of them. The photos below showcase my favorite moments from my most recent trip to the &lt;i&gt;belle ville&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;tr-caption&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;Reuniting with old friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;a href=&quot;http://travel-je-taime.blogspot.com/2013/09/favorite-moments-in-paris.html#more&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Read more »&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;</description><link>http://travel-je-taime.blogspot.com/2013/09/favorite-moments-in-paris.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Gnome de Plume)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhG0MwfB1YLzVuXvvFS2i2aGkubnyi7ds5PATYjMIkOrAoVtyBPHs7cdnusgvaP2UDm6gpBg3c8ks5zIAb0pLjje_S2F4F1UPOVNEgPgUjIrc3mHDMbTaWs8WkcvbUtrZxZq5GZ95p8XF8/s72-c/IMG_3295.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4213826658390276975.post-5285096093111236139</guid><pubDate>Sat, 21 Sep 2013 16:48:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2015-03-17T13:53:55.490-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Art</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Europe</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">France</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Italy</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Lisbon</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Marseille</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Nature</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Paris</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Portugal</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Sir Gnome</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Venice</category><title>Capture the Colour Photo Contest 2013</title><description>For the second year in a row, Travel Supermarket is hosting &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.travelsupermarket.com/c/holidays/capture-the-colour&quot; rel=&quot;nofollow&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Capture the Colour&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, a contest in which travel and photography bloggers showcase five pictures, each featuring a different color -- yellow, red, green, white, and blue. Each blogger then nominates five fellow bloggers to enter the contest, which ends October 9.&lt;br&gt;
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Recently, Joe of &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.cosmicsmudge.com/&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Cosmic Smudge&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt; nominated me. Yay! There&amp;#39;s no way I&amp;#39;m winning this thing, but it&amp;#39;s fun to participate because 1) it makes me feel like part of the travel blogger community and 2) it gives me an excuse to spell the word &lt;i&gt;colour&lt;/i&gt; with a&lt;i&gt; u&lt;/i&gt;. So here goes.&lt;br&gt;
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&lt;a href=&quot;http://travel-je-taime.blogspot.com/2013/09/capture-colour-photo-contest-2013.html#more&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Read more »&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;</description><link>http://travel-je-taime.blogspot.com/2013/09/capture-colour-photo-contest-2013.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Gnome de Plume)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlZptTQX0OZAU_279WI63RgWmhbUiME0pzVxtqAL6jpzfTM4L60JQyqZXKiJqqQL0_DS5MK5jJbcOAoROaFQUFEgOGkz1oIHV_d1-9cQtl_p0ztHLtkWkAt9WGgxGdRlVsABNKmzW2Ois/s72-c/Marseille+069_3.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>6</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4213826658390276975.post-8601742837028234170</guid><pubDate>Wed, 18 Sep 2013 20:09:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2014-07-02T09:01:41.010-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Europe</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">France</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Paris</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Sightseeing</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Silly Behavior</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Sir Gnome</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Wine</category><title>Sir Gnome&#39;s Paris Highlights</title><description>A London resident, Sir Gnome visits Paris as often as &lt;a href=&quot;http://travel-je-taime.blogspot.com/p/sir-gnome.html&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;his busy life&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt; allows. After all, it&amp;#39;s an easy trip across the English Channel on the Eurostar. He loves making new discoveries in the &amp;quot;city of lights&amp;quot; -- venturing outside the city center, finding hidden corners, dining at bistros that tourist guides ignore. However, while Sir Gnome loves an adventure, he also finds comfort in the familiar. For this reason, he has chosen to share the three experiences he can never do without in Paris. Below are his photos and descriptions.&lt;br&gt;
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&lt;a href=&quot;http://travel-je-taime.blogspot.com/2013/09/sir-gnomes-paris-highlights.html#more&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Read more »&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;</description><link>http://travel-je-taime.blogspot.com/2013/09/sir-gnomes-paris-highlights.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Gnome de Plume)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicxW235Zh_q6Ukh4OXg8CozEvMHWelo1FXQ8ZrXBl7nQv5O6ao4xX2Kqd_yhGwY5YbbY4BITxOSPx9RyR5N2IWVsKH8FPdooxvISiQNQmOJXa_yB_BjiWNz57VCWeNYfLRB_q_4UvKzEA/s72-c/IMG_3184.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4213826658390276975.post-8993090862071652795</guid><pubDate>Fri, 13 Sep 2013 15:51:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2014-07-02T09:19:11.073-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Compelling Characters</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Europe</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">France</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Misadventures</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Paris</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Travel Lessons</category><title>How I Argued with a Grumpy Old Frenchman and Won (sort of)</title><description>&lt;i&gt;- &amp;quot;Look, monsieur, I don&amp;#39;t know who you&amp;#39;re talking about, but I booked a room for two.&amp;quot;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
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Grand Hôtel du Loiret is a classically Parisian budget hotel -- small, quaint, locally owned, and centrally located. After checking out &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.hotel-du-loiret.fr/en&quot; style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;the official website&lt;/a&gt; and reading mostly positive reviews on Trip Advisor, I decided to give this hotel a shot. I booked over the phone and then emailed the hotel to request a confirmation. Below is a translated and heavily abbreviated version of that email exchange:&lt;br&gt;
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&lt;a href=&quot;http://travel-je-taime.blogspot.com/2013/09/how-i-argued-with-grumpy-old-frenchman.html#more&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Read more »&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;</description><link>http://travel-je-taime.blogspot.com/2013/09/how-i-argued-with-grumpy-old-frenchman.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Gnome de Plume)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5qSLfHdddIGO4PAAtIgugzuzgN2bT-vDWAPDByGxOGGlf7h3IaRGMxH1prJhsGNe2hPHrVNWMwGU_Vj5o3JCq4GlfoGlO_LOekQyArxFGSzAMdahiJxYytzWMMtH5vJpOtRqLeQsEPTs/s72-c/IMG_1128.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>8</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4213826658390276975.post-6722454954239056602</guid><pubDate>Fri, 06 Sep 2013 20:34:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2014-07-02T09:20:03.372-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Europe</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">France</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Paris</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Sightseeing</category><title>Paris Picture-Takers</title><description>I lived in Paris for a period of six months as a college student, and I&amp;#39;ve visited the city while on vacation a total of six times. Lucky moi. When I travel there now, it feels more like a second home than a travel destination. I&amp;#39;d much rather sit at a café all day than venture to the top of the Eiffel Tower. That said, I can&amp;#39;t keep myself from snapping photos of the same famous structures over and over again. It&amp;#39;s beyond my control. On my most recent trip to Paris, I tried a new approach -- capturing the city from the perspective of a first-timer by taking pictures of people taking pictures. Below are the results of my mini meta-photo project.&lt;br&gt;
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&lt;a href=&quot;http://travel-je-taime.blogspot.com/2013/09/paris-picture-takers.html#more&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Read more »&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;</description><link>http://travel-je-taime.blogspot.com/2013/09/paris-picture-takers.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Gnome de Plume)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhK0sgVczQeOFNR5vRKk1IeUp6RU-Ph8TwYvz5BZY7DIU0Yg-0LwfB650_uGltNZkzXHNzUQDlakZjI6zeVESk5qXaDAriiyC76g81Sqkgn3V4STOBmJeouQiWI2jQtm9B4fBpYSq0r_0s/s72-c/IMG_3300.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>5</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4213826658390276975.post-4266853068205463836</guid><pubDate>Tue, 27 Aug 2013 15:39:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2014-07-02T09:55:14.445-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Florida</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Nature</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Ocala</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Small Towns</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Taking it Easy</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">U.S.A.</category><title>Peace and Quiet in Ocala, Florida</title><description>I&amp;#39;m a city girl at heart. I love the energy and possibilities of a big city and the anonymity that comes with being one of many on a busy street. Sometimes, though, I find it necessary to -- excuse the cheesy expression -- stop and smell the roses (I couldn&amp;#39;t resist). Last year, a friend invited me to spend a weekend with the girls at her family&amp;#39;s country home in Ocala, Florida, a 5-hour drive from my&lt;b&gt; &lt;a href=&quot;http://que-pasa-miami.blogspot.com/&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;hometown of Miami&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. We strolled the grounds, chatted, played pool, ate cheese, drank wine, and lounged by the swimming pool. I wouldn&amp;#39;t wish to live in a permanent state of tranquility, but I do value regularly making the time to do nothing at all. Below are a few snapshots of my bucolic weekend. &lt;br&gt;
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&lt;a href=&quot;http://travel-je-taime.blogspot.com/2013/08/peace-and-quiet-in-ocala-florida.html#more&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Read more »&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;</description><link>http://travel-je-taime.blogspot.com/2013/08/peace-and-quiet-in-ocala-florida.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Gnome de Plume)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiW99rHMC3dvLO__wDh68AIA1RgxBw9WITG9G2xmcwZ56WHCX8C2rq5vDhM4yrG-q-UYraRXBv4e1CXinRLZhqStLiAq9uAxCtkrvDb7BiVitMZosfH45uXNiZtidkA2IU_QRouzevDZQ/s72-c/IMG_2855.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4213826658390276975.post-6311176190313595071</guid><pubDate>Mon, 26 Aug 2013 13:16:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2014-07-02T09:22:39.739-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Food &amp; Drink</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Nature</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Taking it Easy</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Texas</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">U.S.A.</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Wine</category><title>Trying Texan Wine</title><description>When people say that everything is bigger in Texas, does &amp;quot;everything&amp;quot; include glasses of wine? I was pondering this all-important question when I arrived at &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.pedernalescellars.com/&quot; style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;Pedernales Cellars&lt;/a&gt;, a convenient stop in the Texas Hill Country on my way back to Austin from &lt;a href=&quot;http://travel-je-taime.blogspot.com/2013/08/fredericksburg-all-american-german-town.html&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;the adorable town of Fredericksburg&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. Before this trip, I had no clue that Texas produced any wines at all. It was happy news, particularly since the wines were better than I expected. After my wine tasting, I enjoyed some quiet time on the back terrace overlooking the field and feeling very Little House on the Prairie.&lt;br&gt;
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&lt;a href=&quot;http://travel-je-taime.blogspot.com/2013/08/trying-texan-wine.html#more&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Read more »&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;</description><link>http://travel-je-taime.blogspot.com/2013/08/trying-texan-wine.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Gnome de Plume)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2IWmTQyvgk3HFQP_IXvAzJdwBcj56rP2zIHzfEi61-h8H2or_wZpfyHDPYQV_WEuuYFVqUqFMA3vWHw6Jb-scP7pST0GOq0T_RwMaUpkb9gZgJ9DtitJKMvbVdwcRATcz_yQZgeHU-80/s72-c/IMG_1878.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>4</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4213826658390276975.post-595462194478466657</guid><pubDate>Fri, 23 Aug 2013 16:08:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2014-07-02T09:24:13.577-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Culture</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Fredericksburg</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">History</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Small Towns</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Texas</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">U.S.A.</category><title>Fredericksburg: An All-American German Town</title><description>During my recent visit to Austin, Texas, I took a day trip to the charming town of Fredericksburg. When I arrived, all the Main Street-esque quaintness made me feel as though I were in a Disney version of small-town America. Thing is, Fredericksburg is actually quite German. It &lt;i&gt;is&lt;/i&gt; called Fredericksburg, after all.&lt;br&gt;
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After my trip, I looked into the history behind this German settlement and found it fascinating. The Atlantic Times, an English-language German newspaper,  explains:&lt;br&gt;
&lt;a href=&quot;http://travel-je-taime.blogspot.com/2013/08/fredericksburg-all-american-german-town.html#more&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Read more »&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;</description><link>http://travel-je-taime.blogspot.com/2013/08/fredericksburg-all-american-german-town.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Gnome de Plume)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOeeSXddh5c6IR7M2dVbahl6kmlFWk-ku3CSg-jwDP67nJJXtLNkzB2ReNkAkEc4b3sHmpseg0-layEHBMWEpPekvNPkS7qIWNxkZqV6PD33_5q3lZ9MWhK55-UCbT3umTzx4skB_mCPM/s72-c/IMG_1808.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4213826658390276975.post-6846174159499528896</guid><pubDate>Wed, 21 Aug 2013 19:04:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2014-07-02T09:30:38.721-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Austin</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Food &amp; Drink</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Nature</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Texas</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">U.S.A.</category><title>The Sun Sets on Lake Travis</title><description>Part bar, part restaurant, part shopping strip, and part lookout, the 30,000-square-foot &lt;a href=&quot;http://oasis-austin.com/&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Oasis on Lake Travis&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt; is one busy complex. Getting a table with a view of Lake Travis (really, a reservoir of the Colorado River, but let&amp;#39;s not parse words here) may take some patience, but it&amp;#39;s worth the effort. The Oasis calls itself the &amp;quot;sunset capital of Texas,&amp;quot; and the views don&amp;#39;t disappoint. See for yourself:&lt;br&gt;
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&lt;a href=&quot;http://travel-je-taime.blogspot.com/2013/08/the-sun-sets-on-lake-travis.html#more&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Read more »&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;</description><link>http://travel-je-taime.blogspot.com/2013/08/the-sun-sets-on-lake-travis.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Gnome de Plume)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmmhdvayEmhEMH8rfGdL1xCSKJfeMsGtuDKdp2xQUMaqwk06IkoupOmXOWptAdWEQMiTNkTwv2rXH14QexneWg1ZaOVxBUSW3ZueV3qsKI9DFt5P-HYHuyk_tRL48qAyE2Ufs2An_BKzw/s72-c/IMG_0626.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4213826658390276975.post-7859770841320371215</guid><pubDate>Mon, 19 Aug 2013 20:26:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2014-07-02T09:31:24.328-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Austin</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Culture</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Silly Behavior</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Texas</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">U.S.A.</category><title>In Austin, Ain&#39;t Nothin&#39; Wrong with Weird</title><description>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
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&amp;quot;Keep Austin Weird&amp;quot; is more than just a city slogan; it&amp;#39;s an invitation to embrace difference. Austinites adopted the slogan in 2000 in a effort to promote small, independent businesses, but the phrase has come to reflect the spirit of Austin, Texas, a city that encourages individuality and artistic expression. On my first visit, I was charmed by Austin&amp;#39;s laid-back, quirky character. Below are a few photos that capture some of that quirk.&lt;br&gt;
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&lt;a href=&quot;http://travel-je-taime.blogspot.com/2013/08/in-austin-aint-nothin-wrong-with-weird.html#more&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Read more »&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;</description><link>http://travel-je-taime.blogspot.com/2013/08/in-austin-aint-nothin-wrong-with-weird.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Gnome de Plume)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgl8cUH0HAgpBodQIy3YByRMbhrL6n6jRlPn52gN-sRakqR5dsgJ6QC2JYXhX7hNZ4iuOrUSZZD5I9WiF033MBSaatmVXvNaTNjMG6d-UmoSCCdl3KI357bl3N4NSy_gR9D8xzGl5ewu8/s72-c/IMG_1708.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>6</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4213826658390276975.post-246896019269471775</guid><pubDate>Tue, 30 Jul 2013 15:55:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2014-07-02T09:32:20.783-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Europe</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">In a Nutshell</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Portugal</category><title>Portugal in a Nutshell</title><description>&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
The “In a Nutshell” series superficially summarizes an
entire city, region, or country in a few bullet points. Ignoring historical and
cultural complexities, I give you Portugal … in a nutshell:&lt;br&gt;
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&lt;li&gt;When ordering hot chocolate, be advised that this means melted
chocolate in a cup. It’s delicious, but I wouldn’t suggest drinking an entire
cup for breakfast unless you’d like to wage war on your stomach.&lt;/li&gt;
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&lt;li&gt;There are hills everywhere, and they’re truly alive with the
sound of music. Okay, I made the second part up.&lt;/li&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://travel-je-taime.blogspot.com/2013/07/portugal-in-nutshell.html#more&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Read more »&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;</description><link>http://travel-je-taime.blogspot.com/2013/07/portugal-in-nutshell.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Gnome de Plume)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjs9rM1SCdadCvZW4izxosWrcm8Tirz8kuxUnS3pAEwlZoz6pknw1k2JNhIjKUDklCQUFxieo5mvBiTv-u15tPzz5OrjsPBPXgMZ5chQYdrflAIc0bSn9rSYN6OL7oi1YEozlu4vnZYaU/s72-c/IMG_1078.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4213826658390276975.post-8348276976762689030</guid><pubDate>Thu, 25 Jul 2013 15:49:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2014-07-02T09:35:26.224-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Cruising</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Europe</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Nature</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Porto</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Portugal</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Taking it Easy</category><title>A Porto River Cruise at Sunset</title><description>&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
On the first leg of my trip to Portugal, &lt;a href=&quot;http://travel-je-taime.blogspot.com/2012/02/sir-gnome-has-fun-storming-castle.html&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;I stood atop Lisbon’s ancient castle&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt; overlooking the city to watch a stunning sunset. It
seemed fitting that I should say goodbye to Portugal by taking in another
sunset, this time while cruising the Douro River. Hopping onto one of the many
boats from the riverfront Ribeira neighborhood is a great way to see the city
from a different angle. These cruises generally last about an hour, an hour in
which there’s nothing to do but relax and snap a few photos. Below are some of
mine:&lt;br&gt;
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