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    marye
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    By suggestion of TigerLilly, who's been doing some traveling of her own lately: a place to talk about one's travel adventures (in the physical world!). Great road trips, the time you got a gig crewing on a yacht, your years in the Peace Corps, the time you walked the Great Wall... You get the idea!

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  • Hal R
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    Suitcases, socks
    What can be next? The suspense builds.Almost a challenge, Write a story about an object and keep it interesting. I know that changing a tire is often a mini -drama. If the doors of perception were cleansed, everything would appear to man as it is, infinite. Wiliam Blake
  • Sunshine-daydr…
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    this could be 21st century version of the Washington Irving classic - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Spanish Jam
  • TigerLilly
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    For Halloween perhaps! :-) So what Sevillian chronicle next? Choices are: 1.) Jesus learns how to change a tire 2.) The ladder-stealing telephone man 3.) Confusion and insulting one of the few Sevillians over 75 who can speak English ********************************** Don't part with your illusions. When they are gone, you will still exist, but you have ceased to live. Samuel Clemens
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    the eye shadow might have been nice bOB - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Spanish Jam
  • TigerLilly
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    Sevillian Sock Shopping with Jesus, Part II
    Bob,Socks needed to be either white or black. And was no Terrapin storyteller, regretfully. Models for the tempo and style I was shooting for was actually somewhere in between Arlo Guthrie and Mark Twain, ie: slow, informal wry humor w/ridicule about small details. Was shown magenta, turquoise, orange, purple, brown, yellow and... Was shown knee socks, sport socks, tights, half-tights, ankle socks, wool socks, cotton socks, nylon socks, and who knows what else. Was a sock sensory overload! And yes,Bob, Jesus does have a sense of humor. After about 3 minutes of watching my concentration for admiring socks, he was in stitches. What was convulsing him even more was when a few if the patient customers in the line behind me started chipping in to the discussion. Everyone was so kind and helpful that I ended up buying 3 pairs of socks instead of one. This after I had politely turned down perfume, shocking scarlet nail polish, a hairdryer, and hot pink eyeshadow, and all sorts of other bizarre items. After a good 45 minutes, Jesus and I finally escaped. We burst out of the door of the shop, and had to hold each other up for the next 3 blocks from laughing so much. This might be somewhat anticlimactic after the dramatic buildup in Sock Shopping Part I, BUT never fear-the adventures from that night are not yet over. But yet again, is a longer post, so will continue later. ********************************** Don't part with your illusions. When they are gone, you will still exist, but you have ceased to live. Samuel Clemens
  • Sunshine-daydr…
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    Jesus probably had a sense of humour. I live in a tiny Spanish village, but we have two Supermarkets, both open 0900 to 2100 everyday. normally in Spain it is 1000-1400 and reopen 1730 to 2000 monday to friday Saturday just morning. These supermarkets stock loads of weird things, Electric sockets, Socks and underclothes, every colour thread you can think of, allsorts of weird things. The two women who run these supermarkets are married to brothers who don't speak to each other. The women stock all these things so people don't go the other shop. Many a time i have been waiting to buy a carrot for half an hour or more while they put the world to rights with another village woman There are also 2 bars in the village and different people use each one . The main bar put it's prices up 6 months ago and loads of village people don't use the bar now village politics Bob - - - - - - - - - - - Spanish Jam
  • Sunshine-daydr…
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    what colour socks ?
    it is much easier in a supermarket, you just grab what you want i am sure they have them in Sevilla, there are plenty in Granada, Almeria and every other large town in Spain But then we wouldn't be delighted by your story telling :-))) you wern't the story teller in Terrapin by any chance Bob - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Spanish Jam
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    Had a plan with a friend, and needed to buy some socks. Can't tell you what the plan was, as is personal, and not really the point of the story, but I REALLY needed socks, which is the important part. As I was slightly insecure about venturing out into unknown Sevilla, I was mentioning my dilemma at work. My collegue Jesús very kindly offered to show me where HE would go, were he in dire need of socks, so we went after work. Jesús took me to a teeny shop near his home. The entire store was probably no more than 20 meters large, with a counter, and tons of stuff displayed behind the counter. Tons of women's stuff, in every color of the rainbow. Hmmm!! Suddenly occurred to me that this was quite likely to turn into a situation where I would have to rely on being able to communicate with at least one of the women in Spanish, in order to accomplish the mission. Jesús must of read the brief look of panic in my eyes, ?cuz he smirked at me. He was going to enjoy watching how this exchange went. It was my turn, and I ended up with the younger of the two women asking how she could help me. I told her I needed to buy some socks (so far so good, she understood me). She asked me what sort of socks (so far so good, I understood her). This is where things got a wee bit verbally challenged, from my perspective. I knew what I wanted, but could I tell this in Spanish? So I did my best, which was obviously not good enough, because not only did the younger woman proceed to show me almost every pair of socks in the shop, explaining about each one at great length; but the older woman seemed to feel compelled to join her. Both were being very sweet and kind, speaking v-e-r-y- s-l-o-w-l-y, and gesturing alot-also blissfully ignoring the line that was forming behind me. It got harder to admire socks and listen to lengthy descriptions of the merits of each pair, as was distracted by the patience of the line of other customers. They were chatting happily amongst themselves, and didn't seem to mind at all that the two clerks had been giving me their undivided and exclusive attention for the last 20 minutes. Whoops! Am on a roll, but is getting long. Think I will post, and with part two tomorrow. ********************************** Don't part with your illusions. When they are gone, you will still exist, but you have ceased to live. Samuel Clemens
  • Sunshine-daydr…
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    could be a whole new sub forum also - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Spanish Jam
  • TigerLilly
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    Hal, what a good idea-"Chronicles of Lost Luggage" see izzie already has an episode to contribute too! Your Hollywood plot reminds me of the film What´s Up Doc, from the 70´s, with Barbara Streisand, Ryan O´Neal and 5 mixed up plaid suitcases. One with jewels, two with personal items, and of course people end up falling in love, and.... Will think about another lost luggage episode and write it when am inspired. ********************************** Don't part with your illusions. When they are gone, you will still exist, but you have ceased to live. Samuel Clemens
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for pulling this thread up again! Had forgotten about it! Had an adventure on the plane on the way back from Chicago. Spent the night on a plane, jammed in between a 300 lb Lutheran pastor, on his way to Latvia to care for orphans, and Oleg the Russian mafioso (or my guess from his knuckle tattoos). Since Pastor Do-Gooder took up half my seat, I was sitting all cozy with Oleg the Gangster, who offered to be my new friend and "take very good care of my family." When I complained to a stewardess about only having half a seat, she said to me "But you are in United Economy Plus, and have 5 extra inches leg-room." I am not very tall, and didn't really need these extra inches for my legs, but could have used them better for my a$$. ********************************** I am not young enough to know everything. Oscar Wilde
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spammer is now gone, but at least we got a story out of it... I have to say, I am less and less thrilled at the prospect of ever getting on a plane again.
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that my brother drove from Denver to Chicago with his two dogs AND dad's ashes, for the Memorial picnic. Gotta think about it for a while, but there must be a short story in there-bout Dad going on a last road trip! I must have been delirious that I didn't notice he was there.********************************** I am not young enough to know everything. Oscar Wilde
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Happy Mother's Day TL ! I was just in Colorado, visiting my son(s) in Denver and in Ft Collins.My younger son and I drove a diesel guzzling Penske out last weekend to Ft C where' he'll start school at CSU next week. Young Willow is now 650 miles away from Gramma and grampa : - (
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my quest to listen to Dark Star in every country in the world re-started today. Today I have been in Serbia, Montenegro and wound up here in the city of Shkoder in Albania. Must be the worst roads in Europe. Took 3 hours to drive just 80km. Crazy world. Now. what's in the minibar???
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I am staying in quite a nice hotel here in Tashkent...but at the same time as the World Muay Thai (kickboxing) championship is taking place here. The hotel is full of very scary looking wiry, muscly tatooed people.Yesterday evening there was a lot of thumping noises outside my room and I went out to complain. A bunch of kickboxers were practicing in the corridor amidst an overpowering smell of liniment! I wisely retreated to my room without comment. Not a good place to get into an argument right now.
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yes, I can see that a quiet retreat might be best.
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In Switzerland (I think, could have been Germany, one of those trips that has blurred a bit in my memory) one time when a big racket broke out in the hallway. Like CB, I stuck my head out the door to find out what was happening...and saw a bunch of VERY large guys horsing around. I kind of pipsqueaked out a "Hi," got some American "Hi"s back -- it was one of those Euro American football teams. We all chimed in with where we were from, talked some sports -- most of the guys were quite happy to be talking with a civilian "from home." And then they went back to making a racket in the hallway. Pals or not, I wasn't going to tell them to keep it down... Next morning I took the elevator to the lobby with Lindsay Davenport. Without knowing, I'd apparently checked into the Jock Hotel for the evening...