<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9129888603513890653</id><updated>2011-08-01T09:19:47.292-07:00</updated><category term='Amsterdam 2009'/><category term='paris.'/><title type='text'>my life</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karax3.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9129888603513890653/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karax3.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Kara Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05482364960694872607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L01NR_NLXCM/Sku5O73Sq1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/8wZSzWDULPI/S220/pool+2.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>9</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9129888603513890653.post-912228496203779981</id><published>2009-07-27T11:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T12:05:55.102-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sights seen.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;paris;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Eiffel Tower&lt;div&gt;Notre Dame&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Arc de Triomphe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Champs Elysees&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Louvre&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Musee D'Orsay&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Seine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;La Saint Chapelle&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;maignaut-tauzia;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Abbaye de Flaran&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chateau Tauzia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sunflower Fields&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;carcassonne;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cathedral&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;haarlem;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Protestant Church&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;korn (cologne);&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cathedral&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;amsterdam;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Old Church&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Red Light District&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Van Gogh Museum&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rijksmuseum&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;edam;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cheese Market&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;historic triangle;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Zuider Zee Museum&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hoorn (&amp;amp; old fashion train)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Enkhuizen&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Medemblik&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;arles;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Roman Arena&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Place de la Republique&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Roman Ampiheater&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Historic Museum of Arles&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;avignon;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Palace of the Popes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Musee de Palais&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9129888603513890653-912228496203779981?l=karax3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karax3.blogspot.com/feeds/912228496203779981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://karax3.blogspot.com/2009/07/sights-seen.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9129888603513890653/posts/default/912228496203779981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9129888603513890653/posts/default/912228496203779981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karax3.blogspot.com/2009/07/sights-seen.html' title='sights seen.'/><author><name>Kara Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05482364960694872607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L01NR_NLXCM/Sku5O73Sq1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/8wZSzWDULPI/S220/pool+2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9129888603513890653.post-6024026505428872271</id><published>2009-07-26T11:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T11:32:16.353-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Places Visited; July 2009</title><content type='html'>Amsterdam, Netherlands; 7/5-7/7, 7/20&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;-7/31, 8/3-8/4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;Paris, France; 7/8-7/10&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maignaut-Tauzia, France; 7/11-7/15&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Carcassonne, France; 7/13&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Arles, France; 7/16-7/19&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Avignon, France; 7/17&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Historic Triangle, Holland; 7/21&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Edam, Netherlands; 7/22&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Korn, Germany; 7/23&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;Bruges, Belgium; 8/1-8/2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;*everything in blue is a maybe*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9129888603513890653-6024026505428872271?l=karax3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karax3.blogspot.com/feeds/6024026505428872271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://karax3.blogspot.com/2009/07/places-visited-july-2009.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9129888603513890653/posts/default/6024026505428872271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9129888603513890653/posts/default/6024026505428872271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karax3.blogspot.com/2009/07/places-visited-july-2009.html' title='Places Visited; July 2009'/><author><name>Kara Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05482364960694872607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L01NR_NLXCM/Sku5O73Sq1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/8wZSzWDULPI/S220/pool+2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9129888603513890653.post-4183398608696018520</id><published>2009-07-19T08:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T00:29:59.658-07:00</updated><title type='text'>no clue what day it is....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I have been having such a good time in europe!  Such a good time, that I dont even know what day it is.  All I do know is that everyday so far, I have been so busy!  We pack each day ful of things to do and see, I barely have time to go on the computer! &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I finally finished one of my english books, In Cold Blood by Truman Capote, and it was really good! Now i have to start Pride and Prejudice, almost twice as thick.  I guess it is okay, i saved myself a lot of time, and i have tons of vacations where i have long plane rides and beach days where i need to kill time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Since my last post, we have gone to Avignon, another town in southern france, filled with ancient roman ruins that was so cool.  We went to Palace of the Popes, and the cathedral there, also to the musee de palais, a museum that holds a million versions of the same 10 basic paintings (but it was still cool to see).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;The next day we came home, but we didn't expect it to take 7 hours.  First, we waited for a train to take us to Marseille.  We missed 2 before we got on one, then we caught a bus to the airport, then took and air plane to Eindhover, then another train to amsterdam Zuid, then walked 10 mins to the appartment.  we were WIPED.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9129888603513890653-4183398608696018520?l=karax3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karax3.blogspot.com/feeds/4183398608696018520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://karax3.blogspot.com/2009/07/no-clue-what-day-it-is.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9129888603513890653/posts/default/4183398608696018520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9129888603513890653/posts/default/4183398608696018520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karax3.blogspot.com/2009/07/no-clue-what-day-it-is.html' title='no clue what day it is....'/><author><name>Kara Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05482364960694872607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L01NR_NLXCM/Sku5O73Sq1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/8wZSzWDULPI/S220/pool+2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9129888603513890653.post-5786842837741270571</id><published>2009-07-16T13:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T14:18:10.137-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sometime between day 5 and now...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So, it really isn't my fault that I haven't posted anything in a while... I went to Maignaut, a tiny town with a population of maybe 10, consisting of 5 old couples, 1 couple who lives there year round.  Since it was summer, there were a lot of people there.  Unfortunately, we met everyone the last day, and one couple a few houses down from us had internet, but it didn't stretch all the way out to our house, so we figured there wasn't any.  So i will sum up my whole trip until this point.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maignaut:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;This was a very cute town.  we stayed in a little house that was very old and musty, but it was so small, I could run laps around it... maybe 20 and it would be a mile.  There was a old, run-down church with a small cemetary, a few dumpsters, and even fewer people.  Fortunately we got there during the busy season, so there were a lot of people there.  The last night, happened to be bastille day.  It was a nice day, very reaxing we went for a walk down through the sunflowers- sunflowers must be the main crop along with wheat here in downtown france.  Every other hill is covered in them! it is absolutely beautiful.  From there, we attempted to go to chateau tauzia, an old castle or stronghold from the mideval times (total guess...) but when we got there, it was roped off, with a sign that read, private propety.  Then we noticed a horse standing in the door way and realized it was being used as a barn... one of the oldest remains in tauzia... and they use it as a ban... hmmm. Anyway, we also toured the abbeye de flaran, an old abbeye that was in maignaut (or the neighboring town) and spent about an hour there.  Earlier that week, we went to Carcassonne, an old town, surrounded by a huge wall to protect it in the mideval times... (total guess again).  But all of the inner houses had been transformed into either a shop or a resaurant and its was VERY tourist-y.  We went with Patricia Zia Tastet, her fiance, and her friend and her 10 year old daughter.  They didn't mind the tourism and the alleys so stuffed with people theree was hardly any movement, but we, the tourists, did.  hmmm... but i may just have been in a bad mood because wherever we go -by car- i sat in one small seat in the back, surrounded by luggage, and strollers, and usually it is fine, but it was a 3-hour drive... ONE WAY, and another 3 back.  So i was really feeling it by the time we got home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Arles:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;After Maignaut, we  dropped my grandparents off at the airport then drove to the train station, where Dana, Kevin, Isaak, and I took a 3 hour train from Toulouse to Arles.  Here, i met the first person relatively close to my age, Sebastien.  He was 18, and happened to speak a little english, and he LIKED to speak it, so he had no trouble talking to us.  After this ride, we walked to our hotel, and settled down.  Then walked around the town and found a place to eat-very cute by the way.  I got tagliatelle a la bolognese.. somethng must have been wrong, becuase that night i spent quite some time hurling into the toilet :/  the next day, i felt much better and we spent a lot of time outside.  We walked from our hotel to the museum of Arles with a bunch o roman ruins and historic facts about the town.  Then we walked to the Arles Ampitheater, and the Arles Arena, or the Arles Colosseum.  Mind you-it was HOT and there was a lot of walking invovled.  I was sweating a LOT.  either my shorts are just too big, or i have lost a lot of weight.. walking (or not likeing the food.. plus i have no belt!) but today, i was wet enough to keep my pants up!  Then tonight we went to dinner near the arena, and I got fish soup, tagliatelle with scallops and leeks, then a crepe au chocolat for desert.  Then, we stopped for another desert, which was a waffel cone with chocolate, vanilla, and strawberrie ice cream.  (earlier today, since it was so hot, i also got a tropical blue slushie, and a tiramisu icecream cone- bothe were amazingg!!)  Now, i just hope i get a good nights sleep, with no throwing up :/!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9129888603513890653-5786842837741270571?l=karax3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karax3.blogspot.com/feeds/5786842837741270571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://karax3.blogspot.com/2009/07/sometime-between-day-5-and-now.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9129888603513890653/posts/default/5786842837741270571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9129888603513890653/posts/default/5786842837741270571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karax3.blogspot.com/2009/07/sometime-between-day-5-and-now.html' title='sometime between day 5 and now...'/><author><name>Kara Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05482364960694872607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L01NR_NLXCM/Sku5O73Sq1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/8wZSzWDULPI/S220/pool+2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9129888603513890653.post-4471168862461706180</id><published>2009-07-16T13:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T13:41:34.577-07:00</updated><title type='text'>day 5</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Day 5&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sights Seen;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Musee Du Louvre&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Journey to the second floor of the Eiffel Tower&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Note Dame (Failed Attempt)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;La Saint Chapelle&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Dinner with Kevin Tastets&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Food Eaten;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Raviolles de fois gras avec le jus de  grilloties= Ravioli and goose liver in mushroom soup&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Escalope de Fois Gras = Scallops with Goose Liver&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Louvre: &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;HUGE. only went to a quarter of the whole thing. I saw Venus de Milo, Mona Lisa, and Nike.  All of which we very interesting.  I had a pocast by Rick Steves that took me on a tour, about an hour and a half long, throughout the whole museum to see 150 of the most impressive peices of art.  I even skipped some of the tape, because i find most modern-esque paintings completely ridiculous, but he mentioned that it takes 28 full days to see every painting. I much preferred the Musee d'Orsay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9129888603513890653-4471168862461706180?l=karax3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karax3.blogspot.com/feeds/4471168862461706180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://karax3.blogspot.com/2009/07/day-5.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9129888603513890653/posts/default/4471168862461706180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9129888603513890653/posts/default/4471168862461706180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karax3.blogspot.com/2009/07/day-5.html' title='day 5'/><author><name>Kara Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05482364960694872607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L01NR_NLXCM/Sku5O73Sq1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/8wZSzWDULPI/S220/pool+2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9129888603513890653.post-5190755704180643717</id><published>2009-07-10T13:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T13:37:26.287-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='paris.'/><title type='text'>day 4</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L01NR_NLXCM/Sl-OCjJdXeI/AAAAAAAAABw/Yt5IgISuWkM/s1600-h/DSCF4155.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L01NR_NLXCM/Sl-OCjJdXeI/AAAAAAAAABw/Yt5IgISuWkM/s320/DSCF4155.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359158256039976418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Today was amazing.  Although we slept in later than we planned, we did so much and saw a ton.  We woke up and immediately ate breakfast at the hotel, my first American breakfast consisting of eggs, pancakes, and toast.  I added a twist of french breakfast tho, with a fresh baked croissant, a fresh squeezed OJ.  It was thick and pulpy though, which was actually very good.  (all of the OJ here is fresh squeezed.  In fact, The OJ i had this morning, i saw chuncks of orange begin ground into juice as I poured it.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;After breakfast, we grabbed a taxi and headed to the Musee D'Orsay.  Here, we got our museum passes, and I guess that I am free, since I am under 18.  We spent 2 hours here, admiring the highly impressive paintings and sculptures.  We had an audio guide to tour us around the most popular paintings and skip the ones that arent worth seeing (since the museum is so large).  But Nanna and I had to share hedphones, and it just was not working.  So, we eventually just looked around and read the  captions uder each painting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Once we finished here, we looked for the "hop-on hop-off bus" that would be our transportation to and from the 9 most popular Paris sights.  On our way to the bus stop, nanna was pick-pocketted.  Nanna, and her quick eyes, caught the girl in the act, grabbed her wrist, and quite loud, said, WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU ARE DOING?" and she put on her,'in case i get caught act'and said, "mommy, are you okay?" and nanna said, "yeah, I'm fine" and threw her hand down.  So the girl didn't get away with anything. Luckily, she bought a new tote bag that had a zippered wallet attatched to the inside, a safe place to leep her money, along with a button to keep it relatively shut.  Her previous bag stayed wide open at all times, with an open pocket on the side, where she normally kept her money... not any more!  But we got on the bus, and got a 2-day pass, then grabbed a seat on the upper deck (it was a double decker bus) and sat down.  They handed us headhones when  we got on, and we plugged them into the side of the bus, where we heard classical music.  It was nice to tune out the other cars, and just looked at paris, with the sun beating down on you.  Then, we heard a lady's voice, when we realized that we were being given a tour of paris on our way to the next sight.  She gave us the history of important buildings, and with all the big ones, she identified them and gave us a ton of info about them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Eventually, we arrived at our next destination, the Arc de Triomphe, which was absolutely gorgeous.  Although, nanna isn't thrilled by heights, I cannot come to paris and not go to the top of this.  So, I did.  I climbed every stair, all 250 of them or so. I personally thought that it was a piece of cake, coming down however, I got dizzy.   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;We then grabbed the bus again, and it took us down the Champs Elysees.  While we drove down it, we were given history of the buildings, and the things that were occuring in future days, such as the thousands of chairs that were being set up.  Without this bus, we would have no idea that there was a bastille day parade, and these seats were for spectators.  But after this ride (and a few showers) I decided that I needed a sweatshirt.  So we went got off at the next stop, The Eiffel Tower.  We wandered around, and found a stand that sold I Love Paris things, and I got a sweatshirt and a tee shirt, both with are very cute, and fit perfectly, but after i got warm, i needed to get food.  We wanted to go get food on the eiffel tower, but there was a huge line, and the food was 65$ a person.  So we wandered around, and found a cute restaurant on the River Seine.  We had subs and fries, with sodas, and we just felt the breeze and relaxed a little.  We had a great view of the Eiffel tower in the back, and then a great veiw of the River in the front, and it was much cheaper, and it came a lot quicker. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; Once we were done, we went back to the bus stop, where we decided to go to Notre Dame.  This was a beautiful cathedral.  It was also the most popular.  There was a long, but quickly moving line, to get in, and everything about it was breathtaking.  I wanted to go to the top of the towers, but i was completely lost, and had no idea where to go.  Once i found it (after wandering around for 15 minutes) I got in line and a man with a sign intruded a few yards in front of me that read, This is the end of the line for today. I just barely missed it.  But this line was outside, and my nanna was inside... so i had to wait in an even bigger line to get back inside to get her, because neither of us have a phone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;After Notre Dame, we walked around looking for little souvenirs, and everything seemed to be junk.  I got a soccer T-Shirt that just happened to be #10, my Lacrosse number and the year I graduate, so I got it.  After about a half hour of walking around and after a quick stop for ice cream, we decided to head back to the hotel.  Here, we came back, and saw a sign that said "happy hour" so we stopped by the bar, and my Nanna got me a cosmopolitan, my very first "drink" here, other than wine.  Then we came back  up to the room, and tried to get a movie, but our TV happened to be broken, so we just ended up watching TV and I went to catch everyone up on my day... but we run out of Internet, so I am on the notepad on my computer, typing this so i don't foeget anything.  And now, im g0ing to take a shower and go to bed.  Hopefully my day tomorrow is just as good or better than today!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9129888603513890653-5190755704180643717?l=karax3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karax3.blogspot.com/feeds/5190755704180643717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://karax3.blogspot.com/2009/07/day-4.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9129888603513890653/posts/default/5190755704180643717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9129888603513890653/posts/default/5190755704180643717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karax3.blogspot.com/2009/07/day-4.html' title='day 4'/><author><name>Kara Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05482364960694872607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L01NR_NLXCM/Sku5O73Sq1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/8wZSzWDULPI/S220/pool+2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L01NR_NLXCM/Sl-OCjJdXeI/AAAAAAAAABw/Yt5IgISuWkM/s72-c/DSCF4155.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9129888603513890653.post-4273922649442885132</id><published>2009-07-09T12:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T13:35:35.746-07:00</updated><title type='text'>day 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt; Today, we spent 4 hours on the train from Amsterdam to Paris. Paris is crazy! For one thing, its difficult to understand EVERYONE, and when I try to talk in french, I usually end up embarrassing myself. The first thing we did was try to get a taxi, which was a nightmare. Paris has places where there are signs that say TAXI and there is usualy a line of taxis waiting. However, we did not know this until we waited 10 minutes for a cab driver to point us in the right direction.  Once we got to this spot, there was a 20 minute line, like a disney world ride, that had a person directing people to cabs at the front of the line.  Eventually, we got to the hotel, where we could finally relax which we did.  The only thing we did tonight was go out to dinner.  we spent so much time trying to find a good authentic place to eat, we eventually went to a small restaurant called la cantella, an itallien pizzaria, but it was italien with a french twist.  I ordered penne 4 fromage and tarte aux pommes avec un boulle de glace vanille.  (apple pie with vanilla ice cream).  In this restuarant, i spoke so much french.  Since my hotel is in a more residential area of paris, the local restaurants have waiters &amp;amp; owners that speak just french, so it was up to me to order.     The reason it took so long to find a good place to eat, was because we began to look for restaurants at 6:30, but french people begin to eat dinner around 8pm because here, it doesnt start to get dark until 11pm.  So, verything was empty and looked closed, so half an hour later, places started to open up and we eventually found this restaurant. The reason it took so long to find a good place to eat, was because we began to look for restaurants at 6:30, but french people begin to eat dinner around 8pm because here, it doesnt start to get dark until 11pm.  So, verything was empty and looked closed, so half an hour later, places started to open up and we eventually found this restaurant.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9129888603513890653-4273922649442885132?l=karax3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karax3.blogspot.com/feeds/4273922649442885132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://karax3.blogspot.com/2009/07/day-3.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9129888603513890653/posts/default/4273922649442885132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9129888603513890653/posts/default/4273922649442885132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karax3.blogspot.com/2009/07/day-3.html' title='day 3'/><author><name>Kara Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05482364960694872607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L01NR_NLXCM/Sku5O73Sq1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/8wZSzWDULPI/S220/pool+2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9129888603513890653.post-4014799047928015418</id><published>2009-07-07T06:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T14:19:05.875-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amsterdam 2009'/><title type='text'>day 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L01NR_NLXCM/SlNhM4-DBDI/AAAAAAAAABg/qjEO7zJQKdE/s1600-h/van+gogh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 320px; " src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L01NR_NLXCM/SlNhM4-DBDI/AAAAAAAAABg/qjEO7zJQKdE/s320/van+gogh.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355731255952606258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Irises by Vincent van Gogh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; Today is my second day in msterdam. There is so much to see! Today, we went to the Van Gogh Museum and then to anne franks house.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;At the Van Gogh museum, we saw almost every painting he's done &amp;amp; i learned so much about him &amp;amp; his depressed life. At the store I got a few postcards with my favorite paitings on them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;After the Van Gogh Museum, we went to wildschut (vild-ah-shute) for lunch. I got a melted mozarella with tomato sandwhich on a fresh french baguette. Oh, with a pepsi... Ryan, you would not like it, they only give .2 liters and its like 2-3 euros... (which is about 3 or 4 dollars... it was only like 2 sips.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Then we came back home, and Nanna and i went to the Grocery store to get food for the Four hour train ride tomorrow. We ended up getting sandwhich stuff, and something to drink as well as some chips. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Earlier, we went out for dinner, at a local restaurant, Fidella's where my uncle kevin insited upon ordering escargot... one word: &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;YUCK.  They were chewy, and warm, and slimy. One thing I am picky about is the texture of my food.. and this is now the worst, most disgusting on my list.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9129888603513890653-4014799047928015418?l=karax3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karax3.blogspot.com/feeds/4014799047928015418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://karax3.blogspot.com/2009/07/day-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9129888603513890653/posts/default/4014799047928015418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9129888603513890653/posts/default/4014799047928015418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karax3.blogspot.com/2009/07/day-2.html' title='day 2'/><author><name>Kara Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05482364960694872607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L01NR_NLXCM/Sku5O73Sq1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/8wZSzWDULPI/S220/pool+2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L01NR_NLXCM/SlNhM4-DBDI/AAAAAAAAABg/qjEO7zJQKdE/s72-c/van+gogh.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9129888603513890653.post-6946918161700856997</id><published>2009-07-06T05:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T06:08:48.210-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amsterdam 2009'/><title type='text'>day 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L01NR_NLXCM/SlNIRFHiaOI/AAAAAAAAAAw/KdPyxQ8lG9k/s1600-h/DSCF4005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L01NR_NLXCM/SlNIRFHiaOI/AAAAAAAAAAw/KdPyxQ8lG9k/s320/DSCF4005.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355703840142420194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sunset view from my seat on the plane, over the atlantic somewhere.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;The day I arrived here in amsterdam, i had been &lt;b&gt;awake &lt;/b&gt;for what seemed like forever.  I woke up on July 5, 2009 at 9:00 am, got to PA where i boarded the plane for amsterdam at 6:30, then didnt arrive in amsterdam until 8 am on July 6th. (since there is a 6 hour time difference, its like i woke up at 3pm, july 5th, amsterdam time).  Within these hours, i slept for a total of 3.  But i since it was only 8 in the morning, i had a full day to kill, plus a full night, &amp;amp; the &lt;b&gt;jetlag &lt;/b&gt;would be killer to get rid of.  So i stuck out another 7 or 8 hours until 8pm, when i eventually fell asleep for the first time in a full day &amp;amp; a half.&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;But even on the first day there was a lot to see and learn about the way some people live.  over here all people ride is &lt;b&gt;bikes&lt;/b&gt;, or very small &lt;b&gt;cars&lt;/b&gt;.  any one familiar with smart cars? well, they are everywhere.  most people prefer to ride bikes, and because there is such a high majority of those who do, there are special bike lanes that run along the side of the street, between the road and sidewalk, ust for bikes.  It is a pinkish stone path that has dashed lines speparating two lanes, they have their own stop lights, and most riders are very aggressive.  They even get the right of way to pedestrians that are walking. Where ever you go, there are always hundreds of bikes locked up, all of them with different ways to carry groceries or other people, such as little children.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;While we took our little ride, i learned a few &lt;b&gt;words&lt;/b&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;Dank u wel = Thank you   ; pronounced (dan-Q-vel)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;Alstublieft = Please / here you are   ; pronounced (allshtubleeft)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;Haar = Hair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;Op = On&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;There is such a thing as a &lt;b&gt;Euro Cent,&lt;/b&gt; which is just like an american cent.  They are all differently sized gold-colored coins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;At my aunt &amp;amp; uncles house in southern amsterdam (amsterdam zuid), the &lt;b&gt;television &lt;/b&gt;as american &amp;amp; dutch channels, as well as UK channels, and such.  But all of the commercials are mainly in dutch.  Most people here, speak quite fluent &lt;b&gt;english &lt;/b&gt;as a second language.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;FOOD EATEN TODAY:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;Pizza (pennsylvania airport)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;Pasta (airplane)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt; amsterdam:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;doritos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;stuffed chicken breast&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;asparagus&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;rice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;water&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;glass of wine (rose possibly)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9129888603513890653-6946918161700856997?l=karax3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karax3.blogspot.com/feeds/6946918161700856997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://karax3.blogspot.com/2009/07/day-1.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9129888603513890653/posts/default/6946918161700856997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9129888603513890653/posts/default/6946918161700856997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karax3.blogspot.com/2009/07/day-1.html' title='day 1'/><author><name>Kara Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05482364960694872607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L01NR_NLXCM/Sku5O73Sq1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/8wZSzWDULPI/S220/pool+2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L01NR_NLXCM/SlNIRFHiaOI/AAAAAAAAAAw/KdPyxQ8lG9k/s72-c/DSCF4005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
