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  1. karen
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    Hi Colleen (and Kevin). “Happy Holidays”, sounds like a Christmas statement. But in this case it is intended for both of you AND me. Can’t we always be on a holiday? When I was living in my tiny little basement suit, I pretended I was camping. Cooking on a hot plate, traisping about to wash a dish and schlepping up and down the stairs, fridge in the basement, stove upstairs. The evenings were fun, Paul & Mac wrestling on the floor, t.v. blaring and I on my computer trying to write. Perhaps, better left as a distant memory. Ha Ha!
    Now, here I am in my new apartment, swimming pool, hot tub, walking trails, beach and shopping mall near by. This holiday is a tad more luxurious, now I pretend that I am living in a hotel!
    I simply love your pictures and thought provoking descriptions. Please eat a croisant and think of me, extra butter please! I’ll have extra cold, crisp white wine too. Thank you……or Merci!

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  2. Ray & Judy
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    We have used a similar dining technique in Frankfurt. Who doesn’t like a good schnitzel.
    Bikes are assembled, we take the slow train to Amsterdam on Wed. am, then start to pedal!!!

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  3. trip styler
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    I love your writing. Further to this, I always find amazing one-liners that stick with me, like “my blood seems to be buzzing like it’s been microwaved on high.” <– So true.

    And for some reason, your story about Mary made me want to cry. I conquered Paris solo and for this reason and many others, it has a special place on my heart {and in my home avec beaucoup to Eiffel Towers strewn about}.

    Vive la France, enjoy the countryside!

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  4. Laurie
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    Ahhh, it’s almost like being there. Here’s to beautiful weather in the south! Guess what the weather is here. Oh, wait, don’t…. 🙂

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