<?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-485887008761467316</id><updated>2011-07-07T18:00:32.866-05:00</updated><category term='So'/><title type='text'>Notes from the Skye</title><subtitle type='html'>Hello fabulous friends...

To get yourself current, I recommend you start at the very bottom and READ UP.  Definitely feel fancy free to leave me comments, tips, love and/or any other unsolicited advice along the way.  Please note this blog was established for the purpose of learning how to do better, be better, live better and love better.... together! None of us are in this thing called LIFE alone... so thanks for being here and thanks for sharing!

Courage, Fun, Love and Partnership...
Lisa</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notesfromtheskye.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/485887008761467316/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notesfromtheskye.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/485887008761467316/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Lisa Skye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02461909846344650849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/R8445Vy-MLI/AAAAAAAAAAM/cjALXkTs2kw/S220/Lisa+at+the+border.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>139</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-485887008761467316.post-2940252992403789415</id><published>2008-08-05T22:17:00.013-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T08:13:28.810-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Twinkle Twinkle in the Sky(e)</title><content type='html'>Yup.  The moment has arrived.  It's time for my cheesy goodbye (for now) and time to put this beautiful blog to bed.&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I shared a bit of what I've realized and gained through this adventurous journey in my last blog entry but I also wanted to take some time to say... THANK YOU, THANK YOU, THANK YOU (with love) ... to each and every person who read, made comments and sent support along the way. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Whether they are words of wisdom, recommended readings or straight up tips for travel, I hope that in some small (or big) way you walk away with an array golden nuggets too!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When all of this began back in March... I had no idea where this time would take me, when it would end or what would come next... and this is ok.  I still have no idea exactly what I'm going to be "doing" next in my life, but somehow I have faith that it will sort itself out... and in the interim, naturally, I have a few ideas...........  including raising funds to build a new house for my little Gustavo's family (you may recall from my trip to Ecuador), moving into a new crib in Brooktown, reinstating my real estate license (just for fun, not necessarily profession), running my booty off, picking up regular pilates again, learning to ride a motorcycle and gearing up for guitar lessons - just to name a few of the ones that can be revealed at this time (wink wink).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You see - I have this funny feeling (channeling SARK) that if I begin by doing the things I love, the money will follow.........  :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Please feel free to either comment here or email me a personal note (skyenyc@aol.com) if you have any feedback (at all) or if you are interested in learning more about any writing/blogging I may muster up down the road.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Until we meet again...... may magical music, miracles and unexpected abundance be your constant companions...... and may you always do the things that scare you the most ---- they will surely be the things you regret doing the least.  Promise.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love, Partnership, Courage and Fun...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lisa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SJklaIfZUHI/AAAAAAAAB6s/4chUGTezZos/s1600-h/Photo+20.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SJklaIfZUHI/AAAAAAAAB6s/4chUGTezZos/s320/Photo+20.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231253573053534322" /&gt;&lt;/a&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&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/485887008761467316-2940252992403789415?l=notesfromtheskye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notesfromtheskye.blogspot.com/feeds/2940252992403789415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=485887008761467316&amp;postID=2940252992403789415' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/485887008761467316/posts/default/2940252992403789415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/485887008761467316/posts/default/2940252992403789415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notesfromtheskye.blogspot.com/2008/08/twinkle-twinkle-in-skye.html' title='Twinkle Twinkle in the Sky(e)'/><author><name>Lisa Skye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02461909846344650849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/R8445Vy-MLI/AAAAAAAAAAM/cjALXkTs2kw/S220/Lisa+at+the+border.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SJklaIfZUHI/AAAAAAAAB6s/4chUGTezZos/s72-c/Photo+20.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-485887008761467316.post-2162189771871535228</id><published>2008-08-05T16:37:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T22:14:33.272-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Time Away With Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; "&gt;The following are some reflections on my five month journey away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;Fasten your seatbelt.  Things are about to get deep...&lt;/span&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;"The difficult road is the road of conversion, the conversion from loneliness into solitude.  Instead of running away from our loneliness and trying to forget or deny it, we have to protect it and turn it into a fruitful solitude.  To live a spiritual life, we must first find the courage to enter into the desert of our loneliness and to change it by gentle and persistent efforts into a garden of solitude.  This requires not only courage, but also a strong faith.  As hard as it is to believe that the dry, desolate desert can yield endless varieties of flowers, it is equally hard to imagine that our loneliness is hiding unknown beauty.  The movement from loneliness to solitude, however, is the beginning of any spiritual life because it is the movement from the restless senses to the restful spirit, from the outward-reaching cravings to the inward-reaching search, from the fearful clinging to the fearless play."   -- &lt;/span&gt;Henry Nouwen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I read this, I realize I am FINALLY feeling comfortable in my solitude... and I am finally feeling confident in my ability to LIVE the Ultimate Lisa Life.  Rather than spending my time “preparing” for a partner, I'm simply continuing to improve the already wonderful me that is here NOW... and is perfect just the way I am!  Hooray!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the same time, I am remembering the journal entry I found in my 55-year-old father’s journal just after he died in 2004.  It said, “I’m finally feeling comfortable in my own skin... comfortable in groups...” -- something like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I recall thinking, “What?! My father didn’t feel comfortable in his own skin?! He was seemingly so confident and driven...” -- and yet, in retrospect – and through all the work I’ve done on myself in the past 4yrs+ -- I can see that the way he stuffed feelings was to work.  He wasn’t a drinker, drug user, over-eater, gambler, etc.  He worked – all the time.   He hardly relaxed EVER — until the last 6-12mos of his life... when he realized that some of the things he thought were “so important” throughout his entire life just didn’t seem to be all that important anymore (like a perfectly organized home, record/CD collection and garage).  He found it was more fulfilling to spend time with loved ones, SHOW UP for them (as in travel to NYC to see me or Austin to see my brother) and take moments to truly RELAX... enjoy the abundant life he had created.  It was a beautiful transformation to watch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel on many levels it is similar to what I have been going through for the past four years... in my own way, naturally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m taking a peek at the things I “do” to stuff my own feelings.... and, ultimately, to avoid feeling lonely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were many moment in the beginning of these travels that I felt lonely.  I had a yearning inside to share my experiences with someone other than me, myself and I.  Yet I knew that if I didn’t take this time to learn to enjoy spending “Time Away With Me”, I would never be able to authentically relish in the moments I was sharing with someone again one day too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I’m sounding overly dramatic.  I mean &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;obviously&lt;/span&gt; I’m going to enjoy sharing my life with someone again one day too... and &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;obviously&lt;/span&gt; I enjoy sharing my life NOW with friends, family and most anyone else that crosses my path.  But what I’m getting at is the notion that by truly ENJOYING spending time with me, I believe I create the space to truly ENJOY spending time as &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;we&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bottom line... &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I’m not feeling the tweaks of loneliness I felt on March 1st, I’m feeling comfortable in solitude... and as I prepare to make my way back to the big apple, I'm oh so glad I took this time to be with me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is what one of my dearest friends said to me when I shared the above thoughts...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Who knew: the journey IS the destination!  For perhaps the hallway of life is a large, never-ending circle that in the end brings us back to the beginning so we can see it with new eyes in next life... "for from (star)dust you were made, and to (star)dust you shall return..."  I think you'd agree that the secret is to love, learn and enjoy as much as possible along the way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She's right.  I do agree.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; font-weight: normal;"&gt;As of today... my eyes are anew, my slate is clean... and anything and everything is POSSIBLE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; font-weight: normal;"&gt;Amen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/485887008761467316-2162189771871535228?l=notesfromtheskye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notesfromtheskye.blogspot.com/feeds/2162189771871535228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=485887008761467316&amp;postID=2162189771871535228' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/485887008761467316/posts/default/2162189771871535228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/485887008761467316/posts/default/2162189771871535228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notesfromtheskye.blogspot.com/2008/08/time-away-with-me.html' title='Time Away With Me'/><author><name>Lisa Skye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02461909846344650849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/R8445Vy-MLI/AAAAAAAAAAM/cjALXkTs2kw/S220/Lisa+at+the+border.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-485887008761467316.post-6825598714123290583</id><published>2008-08-04T19:10:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-06T22:47:29.501-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweet Sunshine State</title><content type='html'>After traveling for five (that's right - FIVE!) months, I can't believe the moment has almost arrived... I'm heading back to my beloved New York City for good in less than 48 hours.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Whoa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm not sure any particular feeling has set in yet... I'm think I'm still just going with the flow.&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've been in my hometown - West Palm Beach, FL - for about 3 weeks now... not doing much other than relaxing.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You may recall, if you've been reading from the start, one of my primary goals on this trip was to be "busy busy busy relaxing" (something I've never been very much good at).  I can now safely say that these past three weeks have been all about that.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Relaxing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I spent some good time with my buddy Ian...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SJVCnxUVN0I/AAAAAAAAB6M/vdhyDAdcHvo/s1600-h/IMG_7387.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SJVCnxUVN0I/AAAAAAAAB6M/vdhyDAdcHvo/s320/IMG_7387.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230159793281644354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went to go see my friend Chris's band, &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/firezuave"&gt;Fire Zuave&lt;/a&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SJVCdwhE1QI/AAAAAAAAB6E/j9gCI_WMu3Q/s1600-h/IMG_7388.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SJVCdwhE1QI/AAAAAAAAB6E/j9gCI_WMu3Q/s320/IMG_7388.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230159621267969282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Spent some good time with my Uncle Mike and his girlfriend Isabel...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SJVCQg_gjsI/AAAAAAAAB58/k9eAuqJcSRU/s1600-h/IMG_7400.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SJVCQg_gjsI/AAAAAAAAB58/k9eAuqJcSRU/s320/IMG_7400.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230159393762348738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Met my friend Shawney's new baby Mattine...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SJVCDspks3I/AAAAAAAAB50/buQuFX08Xk4/s1600-h/IMG_7425.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SJVCDspks3I/AAAAAAAAB50/buQuFX08Xk4/s320/IMG_7425.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230159173553271666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Toured the new and improved Loggerhead Marine Center here in Juno Beach with Shawney, Mattine and my friend Amy...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SJVB2em6zgI/AAAAAAAAB5s/moLEBwIwv_c/s1600-h/IMG_7426.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SJVB2em6zgI/AAAAAAAAB5s/moLEBwIwv_c/s320/IMG_7426.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230158946445741570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saw the cutest baby turtles ever...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SJVBRvQZl1I/AAAAAAAAB5U/ZPfe4naOvSQ/s1600-h/IMG_7427.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SJVBRvQZl1I/AAAAAAAAB5U/ZPfe4naOvSQ/s320/IMG_7427.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230158315259533138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Listened in during storytime...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SJVAwT5ihMI/AAAAAAAAB5M/Ns2HTW9vC_A/s1600-h/IMG_7436.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SJVAwT5ihMI/AAAAAAAAB5M/Ns2HTW9vC_A/s320/IMG_7436.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230157740980208834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Watched Mattine make friends...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SJVAqbD8M-I/AAAAAAAAB5E/S11TUSUfKdw/s1600-h/IMG_7448.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SJVAqbD8M-I/AAAAAAAAB5E/S11TUSUfKdw/s320/IMG_7448.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230157639823668194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Snuggled up close to watch the turtles...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SJVAjGOuJ-I/AAAAAAAAB48/6kyIFNIRZ4g/s1600-h/IMG_7450.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SJVAjGOuJ-I/AAAAAAAAB48/6kyIFNIRZ4g/s320/IMG_7450.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230157513972656098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Made faces...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SJVAdQIawpI/AAAAAAAAB40/ZCEkkQP6ZwA/s1600-h/IMG_7453.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SJVAdQIawpI/AAAAAAAAB40/ZCEkkQP6ZwA/s320/IMG_7453.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230157413551358610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At the turtles...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SJVAXTb0SqI/AAAAAAAAB4s/rNHyJWLASQo/s1600-h/IMG_7455.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SJVAXTb0SqI/AAAAAAAAB4s/rNHyJWLASQo/s320/IMG_7455.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230157311358814882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SJVARIL2NbI/AAAAAAAAB4k/lrfdT2WC0CI/s1600-h/IMG_7456.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SJVARIL2NbI/AAAAAAAAB4k/lrfdT2WC0CI/s320/IMG_7456.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230157205259826610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Enjoyed the company of Hot Heidi Stone (who arrived on July 25th and decided to stay)...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SJVAKozw_aI/AAAAAAAAB4c/puUFAREFRDI/s1600-h/IMG_7501.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SJVAKozw_aI/AAAAAAAAB4c/puUFAREFRDI/s320/IMG_7501.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230157093758107042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At my favorite Florida restaurant, Captain Charlie's Reef Grill...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SJVAEaZMbuI/AAAAAAAAB4U/csFPn5CZ5y0/s1600-h/IMG_7503.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SJVAEaZMbuI/AAAAAAAAB4U/csFPn5CZ5y0/s320/IMG_7503.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230156986809347810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Got to listen to my brilliant brother play my guitar...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SJU__Uy4DFI/AAAAAAAAB4M/V82Nc7hqEls/s1600-h/IMG_7507.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SJU__Uy4DFI/AAAAAAAAB4M/V82Nc7hqEls/s320/IMG_7507.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230156899407105106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Watched Heidi do handstands in the drive way on beautiful days...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SJU_XXkblLI/AAAAAAAAB3c/mWA-76Q9yOo/s1600-h/IMG_7564.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SJU_XXkblLI/AAAAAAAAB3c/mWA-76Q9yOo/s320/IMG_7564.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230156212957058226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And took tons of photos............. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SJU_HFVBmSI/AAAAAAAAB3U/ge8z_OGJVew/s1600-h/IMG_7577.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SJU_HFVBmSI/AAAAAAAAB3U/ge8z_OGJVew/s320/IMG_7577.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230155933182695714" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;Indeed.  This journey has been a ride.  I've got another good blog or two in me so stay tuned... and please know that your love, and support has been tremendous (you know who you are) and I wouldn't (and still don't) want to do this thing called LIFE without you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sending lots of love from the Sweet Sunshine State...&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&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/485887008761467316-6825598714123290583?l=notesfromtheskye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notesfromtheskye.blogspot.com/feeds/6825598714123290583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=485887008761467316&amp;postID=6825598714123290583' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/485887008761467316/posts/default/6825598714123290583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/485887008761467316/posts/default/6825598714123290583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notesfromtheskye.blogspot.com/2008/08/sweet-sunshine-state_04.html' title='Sweet Sunshine State'/><author><name>Lisa Skye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02461909846344650849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/R8445Vy-MLI/AAAAAAAAAAM/cjALXkTs2kw/S220/Lisa+at+the+border.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SJVCnxUVN0I/AAAAAAAAB6M/vdhyDAdcHvo/s72-c/IMG_7387.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-485887008761467316.post-1506906485493455076</id><published>2008-08-04T09:01:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T09:12:38.599-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Home Address</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I saw this quote on a Vision Board I found in my closet yesterday...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Don't mistake a street address for where you actually LIVE"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It reminds me of something a friend of mine said to me when I began my travels back in March.  He said, "So what's your address these days?  111 I'msocooltravelingtheworld Street, Penthouse #1?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I laughed.  I guess that HAS been my address for the past five months... I mean... if I say so.  Because isn't everything exactly how you SAY it is...... like all the time?!  ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy Monday Marvelous Ones!!&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&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/485887008761467316-1506906485493455076?l=notesfromtheskye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notesfromtheskye.blogspot.com/feeds/1506906485493455076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=485887008761467316&amp;postID=1506906485493455076' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/485887008761467316/posts/default/1506906485493455076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/485887008761467316/posts/default/1506906485493455076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notesfromtheskye.blogspot.com/2008/08/home-address.html' title='Home Address'/><author><name>Lisa Skye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02461909846344650849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/R8445Vy-MLI/AAAAAAAAAAM/cjALXkTs2kw/S220/Lisa+at+the+border.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-485887008761467316.post-7639876522004727622</id><published>2008-08-01T10:08:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T10:30:59.518-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Imagine It</title><content type='html'>God, I love it when I feel IN THE FLOW.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Two blogs ago I included a photo of a quote I saw and then paraphrased it to say... "Think. Act. Open Arms. Receive."  The basic message was that our thoughts become things...  yes, it's very &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thesecret.tv/"&gt;Secret&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;esque.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So this morning I woke up to the following "&lt;a href="http://www.tut.com/nftu.htm"&gt;Note from the Universe&lt;/a&gt;" (and felt in the flow) ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If you can imagine it, you can have it, Lisa. This is the name of the game. This is the lesson to learn. It couldn't be any easier. Reality is not what your eyes show your mind, but what your mind creates for your eyes to see. You are not limited by logic, the past, or the world around you. You are not even of the world around you. You are supernatural, pure spirit. You came first. Magic, miracles, and luck are the consequences of understanding this, the inevitable result of dreaming and acting in spite of appearances.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are ever so close. Simply stay the course. It won't be very much longer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- The Universe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you've never heard of these Notes from the Universe, click on the link above to learn more.  They come to me Monday-Friday mornings and they're free!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also... if you do start to get the notes yourself, don't forget to scroll to the bottom of the email - where you'll find an additional little note (just after the reminder "Thoughts Become Things... Choose the Good Ones!")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today's bonus was...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; "&gt;If you can imagine it, you can have it, Lisa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What a GREAT way to start the day!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Enjoy...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/485887008761467316-7639876522004727622?l=notesfromtheskye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notesfromtheskye.blogspot.com/feeds/7639876522004727622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=485887008761467316&amp;postID=7639876522004727622' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/485887008761467316/posts/default/7639876522004727622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/485887008761467316/posts/default/7639876522004727622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notesfromtheskye.blogspot.com/2008/08/imagine-it.html' title='Imagine It'/><author><name>Lisa Skye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02461909846344650849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/R8445Vy-MLI/AAAAAAAAAAM/cjALXkTs2kw/S220/Lisa+at+the+border.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-485887008761467316.post-5647673361858805465</id><published>2008-07-31T21:23:00.011-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T22:21:43.676-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Stellar Sunrises are for Sharing</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;On my last morning in Baja Sur, Rubina and I woke up before the sunrise and went out to the beach.  It was her idea... and so I'm just glad I followed suit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope you enjoy these pics as much as I do...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SJJ102ahYtI/AAAAAAAAB3M/xAmHO1MoY9w/s1600-h/IMG_7366.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SJJ102ahYtI/AAAAAAAAB3M/xAmHO1MoY9w/s320/IMG_7366.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229371668150969042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SJJ1FBhgu3I/AAAAAAAAB3E/weqM68KGckQ/s1600-h/IMG_7367.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SJJ1FBhgu3I/AAAAAAAAB3E/weqM68KGckQ/s320/IMG_7367.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229370846499355506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SJJ0uaWXcrI/AAAAAAAAB20/lPrHBCcQrIE/s1600-h/IMG_7370.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SJJ0uaWXcrI/AAAAAAAAB20/lPrHBCcQrIE/s320/IMG_7370.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229370458026504882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SJJ0iYo8NQI/AAAAAAAAB2s/6cy169tl3u8/s1600-h/IMG_7374.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SJJ0iYo8NQI/AAAAAAAAB2s/6cy169tl3u8/s320/IMG_7374.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229370251409110274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SJJ0WC0S9iI/AAAAAAAAB2k/fogTDX4M_3I/s1600-h/IMG_7375.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SJJ0WC0S9iI/AAAAAAAAB2k/fogTDX4M_3I/s320/IMG_7375.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229370039392728610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SJJz0xmHGGI/AAAAAAAAB2c/FZq75uSIjeQ/s1600-h/IMG_7376.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SJJz0xmHGGI/AAAAAAAAB2c/FZq75uSIjeQ/s320/IMG_7376.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229369467834144866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;May all your mornings be full of sunshine... even on the cloudy days...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love.&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/485887008761467316-5647673361858805465?l=notesfromtheskye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notesfromtheskye.blogspot.com/feeds/5647673361858805465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=485887008761467316&amp;postID=5647673361858805465' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/485887008761467316/posts/default/5647673361858805465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/485887008761467316/posts/default/5647673361858805465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notesfromtheskye.blogspot.com/2008/07/stellar-sunrises-are-for-sharing.html' title='Stellar Sunrises are for Sharing'/><author><name>Lisa Skye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02461909846344650849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/R8445Vy-MLI/AAAAAAAAAAM/cjALXkTs2kw/S220/Lisa+at+the+border.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SJJ102ahYtI/AAAAAAAAB3M/xAmHO1MoY9w/s72-c/IMG_7366.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-485887008761467316.post-9222623280947199929</id><published>2008-07-31T19:21:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T21:23:09.046-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Quick Note from the Skye</title><content type='html'>Hmmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SJJXI0LXgkI/AAAAAAAAB2U/vxhPhnpTe38/s1600-h/IMG00163.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SJJXI0LXgkI/AAAAAAAAB2U/vxhPhnpTe38/s320/IMG00163.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229337926287458882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess the question then becomes... "What can I DO today to get a little closer to receiving what I want?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In short I think the message is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Think.  Act.  Open Arms.  Receive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...and don't forget to say Thank You!!!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy Thursday  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/485887008761467316-9222623280947199929?l=notesfromtheskye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notesfromtheskye.blogspot.com/feeds/9222623280947199929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=485887008761467316&amp;postID=9222623280947199929' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/485887008761467316/posts/default/9222623280947199929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/485887008761467316/posts/default/9222623280947199929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notesfromtheskye.blogspot.com/2008/07/note-from-skye.html' title='Quick Note from the Skye'/><author><name>Lisa Skye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02461909846344650849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/R8445Vy-MLI/AAAAAAAAAAM/cjALXkTs2kw/S220/Lisa+at+the+border.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SJJXI0LXgkI/AAAAAAAAB2U/vxhPhnpTe38/s72-c/IMG00163.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-485887008761467316.post-1368003525337483138</id><published>2008-07-29T23:14:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T21:55:52.012-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Time To Cleanse</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I've decided I'm not drinking for 60 days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When my friend Heidi asked, "Why?" -- I said...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;"Sister, the first 16 days of July were all about Corona, Modelo, Sol (mexican beer), tequila, white wine, pink wine, red wine, White Russians and Bloody Marys... oh and tacos, chorizo, beans, cornflakes, bananas, full fat yogurt, ice cream and S'mores.  Rubina and I have declared we are tan (oh yeah), fat (not really) and so happy (affirmative)!"&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And so now I say... "Time to cleanse!"  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In truth, it was Rubina's idea... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For me, the thought of no alcohol is always a little bit of a weird one intially.  But mostly because I know I just don't like discipline in my life. Period.  Whether it's about spending, saving, eating, exercising, drinking, working... Anything.  I've always enjoyed doing what I want, when I want, how I want.  And that's the way I like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alas, I know it's not the best trait to have when setting goals... especially one like no alcohol for 60 days.  Hence, it's also the reason it's WAY more fun/better for me to do these things with support and/or someone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Heidi agreed to go the distance too.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So now we are three... and today is Day Eleven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SJEk_xkHxbI/AAAAAAAAB2M/LlYYogLdc-k/s1600-h/HOT+BABES.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SJEk_xkHxbI/AAAAAAAAB2M/LlYYogLdc-k/s320/HOT+BABES.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229001320409056690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Looking good.  Feeling good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cheers!&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/485887008761467316-1368003525337483138?l=notesfromtheskye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notesfromtheskye.blogspot.com/feeds/1368003525337483138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=485887008761467316&amp;postID=1368003525337483138' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/485887008761467316/posts/default/1368003525337483138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/485887008761467316/posts/default/1368003525337483138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notesfromtheskye.blogspot.com/2008/07/time-to-cleanse.html' title='Time To Cleanse'/><author><name>Lisa Skye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02461909846344650849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/R8445Vy-MLI/AAAAAAAAAAM/cjALXkTs2kw/S220/Lisa+at+the+border.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SJEk_xkHxbI/AAAAAAAAB2M/LlYYogLdc-k/s72-c/HOT+BABES.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-485887008761467316.post-4117425808610044695</id><published>2008-07-28T22:39:00.066-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T00:00:35.032-05:00</updated><title type='text'>San Jose Surf Summer 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;As many of you know, sooo much of this time away has been about getting still, being with myself and listening to what my inner inner voice is saying.  And plus learning how to just BE - and be ok with all that is happening (or not happening) in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've done tons of journaling, meditating, reading, reflecting, etc -- it has been all good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I described it recently to my soul sister best friend Elijah... it has been like a roller coaster ride - and I really like roller coasters!  There have been ups and downs.  The ride has gone fast, whizzing around corners, whooshing down and creeping back up.  I've been screaming in some moments and laughing in so many others... and at long last, as I pull back into the station (or the five month "journey" comes to an end), I am so so glad I went on this ride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm planning on winding down and wrapping up this blogging business next week but I plan to make a few juicy good entries between now and then... so stay tuned  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the interim... I hope you enjoy this barrage of photos from the 16 days I spent in Baja Sur with my dear friend Rubina, my buddy JoshB* and his brother Austin James Oliver...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Day One --- Rubina and I get off the plane at 3pm, get picked up by the boys, head back to our condo, down a smoothie (a nearly daily activity) and take off to the beach with Austin (aka our "Surf Instructor Extraordinaire") to catch some waves.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When we get back to the condo, Josh has prepared a KILLER dinner...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SI6ue5RWi4I/AAAAAAAAB2E/NiE8NrtPKFY/s1600-h/IMG_6680.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SI6ue5RWi4I/AAAAAAAAB2E/NiE8NrtPKFY/s320/IMG_6680.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228308063216634754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SI6uMkeJKrI/AAAAAAAAB18/yN-g4djPKZU/s1600-h/IMG_6681.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SI6uMkeJKrI/AAAAAAAAB18/yN-g4djPKZU/s320/IMG_6681.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228307748395494066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Which came to be often followed by a game of backgammon...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SI6uEDtLYBI/AAAAAAAAB10/iBYiMHPZbU8/s1600-h/IMG_6700.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SI6uEDtLYBI/AAAAAAAAB10/iBYiMHPZbU8/s320/IMG_6700.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228307602161229842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This was a beach down the road from our condo in San Jose... if you squint you can see our white condo just the the right of the rocks in the middle...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SI6t87A63cI/AAAAAAAAB1s/T6Wq9DyWW_o/s1600-h/IMG_6708.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SI6t87A63cI/AAAAAAAAB1s/T6Wq9DyWW_o/s320/IMG_6708.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228307479569030594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is the JoshB* signature ring... and margarita...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SI6t3W3I3OI/AAAAAAAAB1k/OVk6Mr-f2-A/s1600-h/IMG_6727.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SI6t3W3I3OI/AAAAAAAAB1k/OVk6Mr-f2-A/s320/IMG_6727.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228307383964982498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On Day One I tore it up... the surfboard, that is...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SI6sSsynCEI/AAAAAAAAB1c/KxKVeqJTEgs/s1600-h/IMG_6748.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SI6sSsynCEI/AAAAAAAAB1c/KxKVeqJTEgs/s320/IMG_6748.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228305654684780610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And my thigh and arm...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SI6sJnkVBbI/AAAAAAAAB1U/bu1qpEkUYww/s1600-h/IMG_6776.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SI6sJnkVBbI/AAAAAAAAB1U/bu1qpEkUYww/s320/IMG_6776.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228305498663880114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After an hour in the water catching waves, I totally forgot I had been told there were rocks all along the shore.  I needed to bail before I rode up onto the sand.  Um, yeah, that didn't happen.  Obviously.  The surfboard and I both suffered for a few days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just love this random shot I caught out the window of our car...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SI6r_Tyr-KI/AAAAAAAAB1M/5YmAepaVdaw/s1600-h/IMG_6795.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SI6r_Tyr-KI/AAAAAAAAB1M/5YmAepaVdaw/s320/IMG_6795.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228305321556703394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This was our "home" for the month, called Mar y Sol ("Sea and Sun")...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SI6r3bF2LII/AAAAAAAAB1E/DzygFXGHAQI/s1600-h/IMG_6802.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SI6r3bF2LII/AAAAAAAAB1E/DzygFXGHAQI/s320/IMG_6802.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228305186077158530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We drove this road more than once to get to a far away surf spot...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SI6rYaSub3I/AAAAAAAAB08/e97n8vDqP-M/s1600-h/IMG_6837.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SI6rYaSub3I/AAAAAAAAB08/e97n8vDqP-M/s320/IMG_6837.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228304653286797170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Welcome to Mexico!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here are the Surfari Brothers For Life...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SI6rPET1QMI/AAAAAAAAB00/Y2md63KWHQA/s1600-h/IMG_6843.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SI6rPET1QMI/AAAAAAAAB00/Y2md63KWHQA/s320/IMG_6843.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228304492767035586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is Ghost Face, I mean Austin, keeping watch of the boards strapped to the roof...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SI6rHzR2F0I/AAAAAAAAB0s/7u1cfaqLX3I/s1600-h/IMG_6872.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SI6rHzR2F0I/AAAAAAAAB0s/7u1cfaqLX3I/s320/IMG_6872.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228304367936214850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Approaching Nueve Palmas ("Nine Palms")...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SI6rBnhS3EI/AAAAAAAAB0k/kS8N68ipvC4/s1600-h/IMG_6881.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SI6rBnhS3EI/AAAAAAAAB0k/kS8N68ipvC4/s320/IMG_6881.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228304261700574274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is sooo Mexico - to be surrounded by sticks en route to the beach...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SI6qx3iJOiI/AAAAAAAAB0c/zz1eSy9WqyU/s1600-h/IMG_6886.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SI6qx3iJOiI/AAAAAAAAB0c/zz1eSy9WqyU/s320/IMG_6886.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228303991121197602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is JoshB*'s Ford Explorer we called "Blanca"...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SI6qlpTZ6-I/AAAAAAAAB0U/blZH37TW5O4/s1600-h/IMG_6887.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SI6qlpTZ6-I/AAAAAAAAB0U/blZH37TW5O4/s320/IMG_6887.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228303781142850530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Whose battery died at 2pm in the middle of the HOT Mexican afternoon on the side of the road, far far from home...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SI6qfJF_7zI/AAAAAAAAB0M/-DylM4ys1HI/s1600-h/IMG_6889.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SI6qfJF_7zI/AAAAAAAAB0M/-DylM4ys1HI/s320/IMG_6889.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228303669417471794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank god we eventually found a jump... oh, and some beers down the road to refresh ourselves...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SI6qVZNPbdI/AAAAAAAAB0E/Czt5xd7MVQc/s1600-h/IMG_6895.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SI6qVZNPbdI/AAAAAAAAB0E/Czt5xd7MVQc/s320/IMG_6895.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228303501944122834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's our Rubi fruit enjoying some shrimp...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SI6qPAM301I/AAAAAAAABz8/MgARpI1-G3g/s1600-h/IMG_6897.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SI6qPAM301I/AAAAAAAABz8/MgARpI1-G3g/s320/IMG_6897.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228303392152474450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And the tacos galore...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SI6pmJ1b1UI/AAAAAAAABz0/CpA6uOHPR0Q/s1600-h/IMG_6906.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SI6pmJ1b1UI/AAAAAAAABz0/CpA6uOHPR0Q/s320/IMG_6906.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228302690363888962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A common sight on the road...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SI6oTKxzjoI/AAAAAAAABzk/MxvkJ-j4qyA/s1600-h/IMG_6916.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SI6oTKxzjoI/AAAAAAAABzk/MxvkJ-j4qyA/s320/IMG_6916.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228301264687959682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hello cow :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SI6oMGlAgNI/AAAAAAAABzc/EhAUhY1KhsQ/s1600-h/IMG_6922.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SI6oMGlAgNI/AAAAAAAABzc/EhAUhY1KhsQ/s320/IMG_6922.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228301143301456082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Did I mention I tore it up on my first day?!  Yeah.  I hurt my shoulder pretty badly.  I had to go see a chiropractor (Dr. Allen) and stay off it for 5 days to recover.  Fortunately, corn cures everything...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SI6oD9j6vRI/AAAAAAAABzU/8oZtun7Dm0I/s1600-h/IMG_7067.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SI6oD9j6vRI/AAAAAAAABzU/8oZtun7Dm0I/s320/IMG_7067.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228301003442011410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eventually I got back out to the "beginner's beach" (Acapulquito)... um, can you SEE all the rocks in the water and on the shore of the BEGINNER'S beach?!  WTF?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SI6nxN0H9LI/AAAAAAAABzE/cQo8Usl0lkQ/s1600-h/IMG_7075.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SI6nxN0H9LI/AAAAAAAABzE/cQo8Usl0lkQ/s320/IMG_7075.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228300681387439282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is Rubina catching a wave...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SI6nqzbBhyI/AAAAAAAABy8/XYrNWPQo6XA/s1600-h/IMG_7082.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SI6nqzbBhyI/AAAAAAAABy8/XYrNWPQo6XA/s320/IMG_7082.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228300571223623458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And here's the crew... with JoshB* looking NYC fabulous - even in Mexico...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SI6nkQNaVDI/AAAAAAAABy0/55H7kPY0UtA/s1600-h/IMG_7088.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SI6nkQNaVDI/AAAAAAAABy0/55H7kPY0UtA/s320/IMG_7088.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228300458692072498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Did I mention JoshB* is not only my friend but also my hairstylist?  That's how we met in New York City.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here he is giving his bro a trim...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SI6myofCBhI/AAAAAAAABys/8fpejtWn584/s1600-h/IMG_7094.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SI6myofCBhI/AAAAAAAABys/8fpejtWn584/s320/IMG_7094.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228299606214968850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This was our pool...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SI6l-krFaFI/AAAAAAAAByk/f42pGiiqZxc/s1600-h/IMG_7096.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SI6l-krFaFI/AAAAAAAAByk/f42pGiiqZxc/s320/IMG_7096.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228298711838582866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And view...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SI6l06xxPSI/AAAAAAAAByc/UPRIfUNGTIk/s1600-h/IMG_7100.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SI6l06xxPSI/AAAAAAAAByc/UPRIfUNGTIk/s320/IMG_7100.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228298545973509410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My toes thoroughly enjoyed their stay, as per usual...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SI6lt_Ub1FI/AAAAAAAAByU/atL6-RUviik/s1600-h/IMG_7114.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SI6lt_Ub1FI/AAAAAAAAByU/atL6-RUviik/s320/IMG_7114.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228298426933564498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here we are heading to Pueblo Bonito Sunset Beach in Cabo (per my mom's recommendation) to have Chicken Tortilla Soup...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SI6jRr-JVUI/AAAAAAAAByM/YRJaSx-FfpU/s1600-h/IMG_7143.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SI6jRr-JVUI/AAAAAAAAByM/YRJaSx-FfpU/s320/IMG_7143.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228295741680211266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love it when I can get all five passengers in the picture...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SI6jFR3S8oI/AAAAAAAAByE/PmDj8jlIsVI/s1600-h/IMG_7146.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SI6jFR3S8oI/AAAAAAAAByE/PmDj8jlIsVI/s320/IMG_7146.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228295528513729154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The soup, view and company at Pueblo Bonito were all awesome...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SI6i9ObstWI/AAAAAAAABx8/VJcQdblUuBc/s1600-h/IMG_7149.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SI6i9ObstWI/AAAAAAAABx8/VJcQdblUuBc/s320/IMG_7149.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228295390153717090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here we are on one of our Surfaris...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SI6fbEDGMuI/AAAAAAAABx0/Escjhekf8WM/s1600-h/IMG_7174.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SI6fbEDGMuI/AAAAAAAABx0/Escjhekf8WM/s320/IMG_7174.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228291504715739874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To a beach far far away...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SI6fT_xS-vI/AAAAAAAABxs/Zq0cFRL_UV0/s1600-h/IMG_7176.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SI6fT_xS-vI/AAAAAAAABxs/Zq0cFRL_UV0/s320/IMG_7176.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228291383308253938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Where you can watch cows wandering in the distance...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SI6dqGQwCSI/AAAAAAAABxk/bBPbE3o43cY/s1600-h/IMG_7178.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SI6dqGQwCSI/AAAAAAAABxk/bBPbE3o43cY/s320/IMG_7178.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228289563984660770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And then loaf under palapas all day...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SI6dcL3HH1I/AAAAAAAABxc/712Sw0Zzucc/s1600-h/IMG_7186.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SI6dcL3HH1I/AAAAAAAABxc/712Sw0Zzucc/s320/IMG_7186.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228289324969566034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This surf spot was called Shipwrecks...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SI6dRIDIz_I/AAAAAAAABxU/5tUgzeT6YIQ/s1600-h/IMG_7189.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SI6dRIDIz_I/AAAAAAAABxU/5tUgzeT6YIQ/s320/IMG_7189.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228289134967705586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was beautiful...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SI6bqX0c_2I/AAAAAAAABxM/brb6pdfxJ78/s1600-h/IMG_7191.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SI6bqX0c_2I/AAAAAAAABxM/brb6pdfxJ78/s320/IMG_7191.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228287369674555234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And so were... :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SI6bY2v7LDI/AAAAAAAABw8/rBz28px1Jgk/s1600-h/IMG_7209.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SI6bY2v7LDI/AAAAAAAABw8/rBz28px1Jgk/s320/IMG_7209.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228287068739415090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Josh was, well, called snaggletooth for the day (we found TEETH in the sand!!)...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SI6bhp5ZV-I/AAAAAAAABxE/Q0zZWVxDTOM/s1600-h/IMG_7199.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SI6bhp5ZV-I/AAAAAAAABxE/Q0zZWVxDTOM/s320/IMG_7199.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228287219908302818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Can you GUESS how tall this cactus is before you scroll down any further?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SI6aBRDE3MI/AAAAAAAABw0/GNMdfszpNDo/s1600-h/IMG_7228.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SI6aBRDE3MI/AAAAAAAABw0/GNMdfszpNDo/s320/IMG_7228.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228285563970575554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's some perspective for you...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SI6ZYMcFrFI/AAAAAAAABws/xSptwmtKUNU/s1600-h/IMG_7229.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SI6ZYMcFrFI/AAAAAAAABws/xSptwmtKUNU/s320/IMG_7229.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228284858358672466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This was Austin's board we loved...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SI6ZBSGE7PI/AAAAAAAABwk/CYTCtkEX858/s1600-h/IMG_7236.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SI6ZBSGE7PI/AAAAAAAABwk/CYTCtkEX858/s320/IMG_7236.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228284464739970290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And the stunning sunset...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SI6YiDky0nI/AAAAAAAABwc/2_7tgIT5nws/s1600-h/IMG_7239.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SI6YiDky0nI/AAAAAAAABwc/2_7tgIT5nws/s320/IMG_7239.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228283928266330738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seen just after we finally snapped a shot of me catching a wave...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SI6XkYF67RI/AAAAAAAABwM/S9NFCQKFVpA/s1600-h/IMG_7301.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SI6XkYF67RI/AAAAAAAABwM/S9NFCQKFVpA/s320/IMG_7301.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228282868622093586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And falling off...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SI6XLZW-ZDI/AAAAAAAABwE/0jqRUMpeE7E/s1600-h/IMG_7305.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SI6XLZW-ZDI/AAAAAAAABwE/0jqRUMpeE7E/s320/IMG_7305.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228282439465329714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is Josh's friend Ian - who joined us for a few days from NYC...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SI6WDhL8vyI/AAAAAAAABv8/b4It2eVIhM8/s1600-h/IMG_7310.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SI6WDhL8vyI/AAAAAAAABv8/b4It2eVIhM8/s320/IMG_7310.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228281204615986978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And here's a series of pics of Austin catching the sunset surf...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SI6V4yZwtII/AAAAAAAABv0/Pvjbw4mCfRY/s1600-h/IMG_7312.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SI6V4yZwtII/AAAAAAAABv0/Pvjbw4mCfRY/s320/IMG_7312.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228281020258759810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SI6Uk1TbVAI/AAAAAAAABvs/0-AbQpscfzo/s1600-h/IMG_7316.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SI6Uk1TbVAI/AAAAAAAABvs/0-AbQpscfzo/s320/IMG_7316.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228279577928487938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SI6Uc5d2qxI/AAAAAAAABvk/KM5QlFGNO6Q/s1600-h/IMG_7318.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SI6Uc5d2qxI/AAAAAAAABvk/KM5QlFGNO6Q/s320/IMG_7318.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228279441607011090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SI6UTfdnwqI/AAAAAAAABvc/BKXFx7Su_GA/s1600-h/IMG_7319.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SI6UTfdnwqI/AAAAAAAABvc/BKXFx7Su_GA/s320/IMG_7319.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228279280007889570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SI6UJz0Z3OI/AAAAAAAABvU/WIkhMon9OW0/s1600-h/IMG_7319.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SI6UJz0Z3OI/AAAAAAAABvU/WIkhMon9OW0/s320/IMG_7319.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228279113673465058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our longboard (thanks Rafa!) for the month...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SI6UBEpUuJI/AAAAAAAABvM/Sln54I9iuAA/s1600-h/IMG_7337.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SI6UBEpUuJI/AAAAAAAABvM/Sln54I9iuAA/s320/IMG_7337.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228278963571570834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Very good for beginners like Rubina and me...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SI6T34MMfUI/AAAAAAAABvE/gc4PbkNDP54/s1600-h/IMG_7343.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SI6T34MMfUI/AAAAAAAABvE/gc4PbkNDP54/s320/IMG_7343.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228278805609348418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And last but not least -- on our final night we decided to make S'mores... in our living room...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SI6THvHPMdI/AAAAAAAABu8/QlJ45TJ6o98/s1600-h/IMG_7354.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SI6THvHPMdI/AAAAAAAABu8/QlJ45TJ6o98/s320/IMG_7354.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228277978538914258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SI6S5scgaPI/AAAAAAAABu0/AxUxCA9kOH8/s1600-h/IMG_7358.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SI6S5scgaPI/AAAAAAAABu0/AxUxCA9kOH8/s320/IMG_7358.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228277737304647922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SI6SverJ4dI/AAAAAAAABus/XE1P2KTbmVQ/s1600-h/IMG_7364.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SI6SverJ4dI/AAAAAAAABus/XE1P2KTbmVQ/s320/IMG_7364.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228277561809297874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SI6R-ltpAlI/AAAAAAAABuk/icFNQVmDQTE/s1600-h/IMG_7365.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SI6R-ltpAlI/AAAAAAAABuk/icFNQVmDQTE/s320/IMG_7365.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228276721885184594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yummmmmmmmmmmmmarshmallows  :)&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/485887008761467316-4117425808610044695?l=notesfromtheskye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notesfromtheskye.blogspot.com/feeds/4117425808610044695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=485887008761467316&amp;postID=4117425808610044695' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/485887008761467316/posts/default/4117425808610044695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/485887008761467316/posts/default/4117425808610044695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notesfromtheskye.blogspot.com/2008/07/san-jose-surf-summer-2008.html' title='San Jose Surf Summer 2008'/><author><name>Lisa Skye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02461909846344650849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/R8445Vy-MLI/AAAAAAAAAAM/cjALXkTs2kw/S220/Lisa+at+the+border.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SI6ue5RWi4I/AAAAAAAAB2E/NiE8NrtPKFY/s72-c/IMG_6680.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-485887008761467316.post-2874268184789301126</id><published>2008-07-25T15:45:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-25T15:55:26.633-05:00</updated><title type='text'>LOVE THIS QUOTE</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;"You miss 100% of the shots you never take."  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;-- Wayne Gretzky (The Great One)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-size:18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-size:18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-size:18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/485887008761467316-2874268184789301126?l=notesfromtheskye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notesfromtheskye.blogspot.com/feeds/2874268184789301126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=485887008761467316&amp;postID=2874268184789301126' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/485887008761467316/posts/default/2874268184789301126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/485887008761467316/posts/default/2874268184789301126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notesfromtheskye.blogspot.com/2008/07/love-this-quote.html' title='LOVE THIS QUOTE'/><author><name>Lisa Skye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02461909846344650849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/R8445Vy-MLI/AAAAAAAAAAM/cjALXkTs2kw/S220/Lisa+at+the+border.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-485887008761467316.post-8599377292613099219</id><published>2008-07-21T23:34:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T23:51:44.553-05:00</updated><title type='text'>*Ongoing Personal Development</title><content type='html'>The book &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.richdad.com/"&gt;Rich Dad, Poor Dad&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; rocks!!  If you haven't read it, at very least hit your local Barnes &amp;amp; Noble, grab a copy, sit down on the ground right then and there and start to skim through it.  The lessons on creating abundance/wealth - literally and beginning with mentally/psychologically - are fantastic.  You're bound to learn something even with a quick thumb through.  Promise.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This morning I woke up to a Gaia Community quote that I loved!  It came from Rich Dad, Poor Dad author Robert Kiyosaki...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"One method of staying ahead of rising asset prices and the declining dollar is to think bigger and come up with better plans. As important as financial and business planning is a plan for personal development and self-improvement. I'm often asked to invest in people's business plans, and one of the reasons I turn many of them down is because a big plan requires a big person who's spent time on personal development. In a lot of cases, a business plan is far bigger than the person with the plan -- that is, the dream is bigger than the dreamer."  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Robert Kiyosaki&lt;br /&gt;Source: Why the Rich Get Richer: Thinking Big is the Best Plan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I thought to myself...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You down with OPD*?!  Yeah, you know me  :)&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/485887008761467316-8599377292613099219?l=notesfromtheskye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notesfromtheskye.blogspot.com/feeds/8599377292613099219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=485887008761467316&amp;postID=8599377292613099219' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/485887008761467316/posts/default/8599377292613099219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/485887008761467316/posts/default/8599377292613099219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notesfromtheskye.blogspot.com/2008/07/words-of-wisdom.html' title='*Ongoing Personal Development'/><author><name>Lisa Skye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02461909846344650849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/R8445Vy-MLI/AAAAAAAAAAM/cjALXkTs2kw/S220/Lisa+at+the+border.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-485887008761467316.post-7552812369924894612</id><published>2008-07-18T16:13:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-18T16:32:59.661-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Quality Peoples</title><content type='html'>Alright people.  I have to admit that FOREVER AGO (ok, only 4 weeks ago) I meant to write a post about a super dope blog I love called &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.qualitypeoples.com/"&gt;Quality Peoples&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.  Granted I did add it to "Love These Blogs..." on the right hand panel of my blog, but I intended to actually write something more substantial/meaningful at that time too.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alas, I got caught up in having fun in Mexico  :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sooo, speaking of Mexico... There a GREAT blog out there called Quality Peoples - written by a cool dude named Ed Fladung - recommended to me by my friend Rubina. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As mentioned in a blurb on his blog... Ed moved to Mexico (love it!), learned to surf (sounds familiar), got married (not so familiar) and just stayed (maybe in my next life).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;His entries are mostly light, sometimes political and overall colorful and totally fun!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I read an entry about a month ago that featured this old familiar favorite shot...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SIEKC-A2TwI/AAAAAAAABuc/5W9kN7rQtnw/s1600-h/The+Great+Wave.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SIEKC-A2TwI/AAAAAAAABuc/5W9kN7rQtnw/s320/The+Great+Wave.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224468088849059586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.qualitypeoples.com/2008/06/the-great-wave/"&gt;The Great Wave of Kanagawa&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It reminded me of my high school surfer boyfriend who I'm sure had it pinned up somewhere between his boards  :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I highly recommend adding Ed's Quality Peeps to your favs - in particular if you're of the sun, surf and sunshine sort.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hang Ten and Have Fun...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;xo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lisa&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/485887008761467316-7552812369924894612?l=notesfromtheskye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notesfromtheskye.blogspot.com/feeds/7552812369924894612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=485887008761467316&amp;postID=7552812369924894612' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/485887008761467316/posts/default/7552812369924894612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/485887008761467316/posts/default/7552812369924894612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notesfromtheskye.blogspot.com/2008/07/quality-peoples.html' title='Quality Peoples'/><author><name>Lisa Skye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02461909846344650849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/R8445Vy-MLI/AAAAAAAAAAM/cjALXkTs2kw/S220/Lisa+at+the+border.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SIEKC-A2TwI/AAAAAAAABuc/5W9kN7rQtnw/s72-c/The+Great+Wave.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-485887008761467316.post-1495730528696222835</id><published>2008-07-18T15:15:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-18T21:18:58.437-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Who Am I Being?</title><content type='html'>For those of you who are closest to me, you know that much of the personal development/growth I've experienced in the past 4+yrs has revolved around the idea that &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Who I'm Being&lt;/span&gt; creates my world (and my experience of the world) around me.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Whether it has been through my &lt;a href="http://www.landmarkeducation.com/landmark_forum.jsp"&gt;Landmark Education&lt;/a&gt;, Books like &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A New Earth&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Four-Agreements-Practical-Personal-Freedom/dp/1878424319"&gt;The Four Agreements&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.powells.com/biblio?isbn=9781878424440"&gt;Mastery of Love&lt;/a&gt;... &lt;/span&gt;or simply conversations with friends who have similar "life tools", I always seem to come to the conclusion that having the courage to Be Who I Am, Take Risks and Honor Myself leaves me a place of great peace these days.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I end up feeling fulfilled in all that I am and all that I am not, must, should, think I outta be... in most every moment of every day... and it's pretty cool.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It reminds me of one of my favorite quotes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Leap and the Net will Appear"  --- &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;Zen saying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Which also stems from the daily meditation I read this morning... and you know how I love to share this stuff... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Enjoy!&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&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Have the courage to act instead of react.  -- Darlene Larson Jenks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Taking the time to be thoughtful about our responses to the situations we encounter offers us the freedom to make choices that are right for us.  Impulsive behavior can be a thing of the past, if we so choose.  It seldom was the best response for our well-being.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Decision-making is morale boosting.  It offers us a chance to exercise our personal powers, an exercise that is mandatory for the healthy development of our egos.  We need to make careful, thoughtful choices because they will further define our character.  Each action we take clearly indicates the persons we are becoming.  When we have consciously and deliberately chosen that action because of its rightness for us, we are in full command of becoming the persons we choose to be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Our actions reveal who we are, to ourselves and others.  We need never convey an inacurate picture of ourselves.  We need only take the time and risk the courage necessary to behave exactly as we choose.  We will know a new freedom when we are in control.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Affirmation:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I will exercise my power to act and feel the fullness of my being.&lt;/span&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;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&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;&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/485887008761467316-1495730528696222835?l=notesfromtheskye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notesfromtheskye.blogspot.com/feeds/1495730528696222835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=485887008761467316&amp;postID=1495730528696222835' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/485887008761467316/posts/default/1495730528696222835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/485887008761467316/posts/default/1495730528696222835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notesfromtheskye.blogspot.com/2008/07/who-am-i-being.html' title='Who Am I Being?'/><author><name>Lisa Skye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02461909846344650849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/R8445Vy-MLI/AAAAAAAAAAM/cjALXkTs2kw/S220/Lisa+at+the+border.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-485887008761467316.post-1870974329756502792</id><published>2008-07-14T12:33:00.011-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T13:18:25.189-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Time Flies When You're Having Fun</title><content type='html'>Hello beautiful people!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot believe I have been in San Jose del Cabo (Mexico) for two weeks and  I haven't blogged ONCE!  I feel neglectful on one hand... and, yet, on the other hand I know it is simply a byproduct of the fact we haven't had highspeed internet in our condo and, well, why would I want to coop myself up in an internet cafe when I've got this right outside our little Mexican villa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SHuUmBCF_MI/AAAAAAAABuE/jeRlcSQScYg/s1600-h/IMG_7100.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SHuUmBCF_MI/AAAAAAAABuE/jeRlcSQScYg/s320/IMG_7100.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222931573699378370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SHuUWrivWGI/AAAAAAAABt8/rHo-3lZHhF0/s1600-h/IMG_7097.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SHuUWrivWGI/AAAAAAAABt8/rHo-3lZHhF0/s320/IMG_7097.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222931310232688738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not to mention the incredible beaches we've got all up and down the coast...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SHuWtvnGeII/AAAAAAAABuU/V1cTQutsqRs/s1600-h/Shipwrecks+Beach.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SHuWtvnGeII/AAAAAAAABuU/V1cTQutsqRs/s320/Shipwrecks+Beach.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222933905484970114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SHuP8J-xa4I/AAAAAAAABt0/MCUsRp4xzHA/s1600-h/Board+on+the+Beach+-+ShipWrecks.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SHuP8J-xa4I/AAAAAAAABt0/MCUsRp4xzHA/s320/Board+on+the+Beach+-+ShipWrecks.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222926456500349826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which we carefully find while we're out on our "Surfaris" in Josh's Ford Explorer we've named "Blanca"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SHuVT9wKlmI/AAAAAAAABuM/4WSIaKne4Y4/s1600-h/Austin+%26+Donkey+at+Shipwrecks.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SHuVT9wKlmI/AAAAAAAABuM/4WSIaKne4Y4/s320/Austin+%26+Donkey+at+Shipwrecks.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222932363092858466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's Josh's brother Austin (aka Rubina and my Surf Instructor Extraordinaire) grabbing his board in a very Mexico-like setting. Note dessert and donkey in the background.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... I swear more details on the Cabotivities are "coming soon"... thought likely not until Thursday when I'm back in Florida.  Yup, I've had to cut my trip short due to personal business I have to tend to... indeed, responsibility and life calls... and I respond.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the interim, I'm soaking it up in every moment I can... catching waves (thanks to Austin), smashing into rocks (war wound photos coming soon too) and basically just tearing it up while I can...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SHuOecLUs-I/AAAAAAAABts/GxO_0KfGfWc/s1600-h/Me+with+Green+SF+board.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SHuOecLUs-I/AAAAAAAABts/GxO_0KfGfWc/s320/Me+with+Green+SF+board.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222924846477128674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sending love from San Jose...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/485887008761467316-1870974329756502792?l=notesfromtheskye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notesfromtheskye.blogspot.com/feeds/1870974329756502792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=485887008761467316&amp;postID=1870974329756502792' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/485887008761467316/posts/default/1870974329756502792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/485887008761467316/posts/default/1870974329756502792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notesfromtheskye.blogspot.com/2008/07/time-flies-when-youre-having-fun.html' title='Time Flies When You&apos;re Having Fun'/><author><name>Lisa Skye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02461909846344650849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/R8445Vy-MLI/AAAAAAAAAAM/cjALXkTs2kw/S220/Lisa+at+the+border.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SHuUmBCF_MI/AAAAAAAABuE/jeRlcSQScYg/s72-c/IMG_7100.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-485887008761467316.post-147176816351206217</id><published>2008-07-01T02:55:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T03:23:53.043-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Obstacles</title><content type='html'>Yesterday I spent 15 hours driving down the PCH (Pacific Coast Highway 1) from San Francisco to Los Angeles...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SGnmBqlgj1I/AAAAAAAABs0/i_NyQFsjKSE/s1600-h/Sailboat.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SGnmBqlgj1I/AAAAAAAABs0/i_NyQFsjKSE/s320/Sailboat.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217954559571300178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Black Betty&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SGnmZj06vaI/AAAAAAAABs8/rIjIH6HomEI/s1600-h/Matt+with+Betty.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SGnmZj06vaI/AAAAAAAABs8/rIjIH6HomEI/s320/Matt+with+Betty.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217954970073742754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which is the name for the Audi I sold my good friend Matt back in January when he moved to L.A. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This drive has always been a dream of mine - and I'm thrilled to now say, "I've done it!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The views of the Pacific Ocean from the PCH are absolutely stunning...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SGnmvYIKTtI/AAAAAAAABtE/u29adjcMOhY/s1600-h/Beach***.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SGnmvYIKTtI/AAAAAAAABtE/u29adjcMOhY/s320/Beach***.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217955344890351314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean really.  Does this backdrop even look REAL??!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SGnm_u4VGdI/AAAAAAAABtM/Yx51Zfmdtag/s1600-h/Me+with+Beach.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SGnm_u4VGdI/AAAAAAAABtM/Yx51Zfmdtag/s320/Me+with+Beach.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217955625875872210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also got to stop at a View Point where we could watch HUGE Elephant Seals hanging out on the beach...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SGnnRCxGNYI/AAAAAAAABtU/9W2bnLw3src/s1600-h/Seals+on+beach.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SGnnRCxGNYI/AAAAAAAABtU/9W2bnLw3src/s320/Seals+on+beach.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217955923272021378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And splashing around in the water...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SGnnceDgsZI/AAAAAAAABtc/IrO69dAW95k/s1600-h/Seal+in+water.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SGnnceDgsZI/AAAAAAAABtc/IrO69dAW95k/s320/Seal+in+water.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217956119575572882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was very cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a sidebar of info about our drive... we wanted to drive straight through on the PCH but couldn't.  We had to turn around in Big Sur because of all the fires California has going on the coast.  We ended up having to turn around, drive north, drive east a ways, then south to another road that finally took us to the coast again.  Once we got to the coast, we drove north another 30 miles+ so that I could see as much of the PCH as possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It made for a longer drive overall but at the same time it reminded me of a quote I read when I woke up that morning...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;When obstacles arise, you change your direction to reach your goal; you do not change your decision to get there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; -- Zig Ziglar&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bucket List Item #33: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Drive the PCH &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Done.&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/485887008761467316-147176816351206217?l=notesfromtheskye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notesfromtheskye.blogspot.com/feeds/147176816351206217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=485887008761467316&amp;postID=147176816351206217' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/485887008761467316/posts/default/147176816351206217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/485887008761467316/posts/default/147176816351206217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notesfromtheskye.blogspot.com/2008/07/obstacles.html' title='Obstacles'/><author><name>Lisa Skye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02461909846344650849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/R8445Vy-MLI/AAAAAAAAAAM/cjALXkTs2kw/S220/Lisa+at+the+border.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SGnmBqlgj1I/AAAAAAAABs0/i_NyQFsjKSE/s72-c/Sailboat.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-485887008761467316.post-5112114137986421160</id><published>2008-06-28T02:28:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-28T02:36:59.523-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thoughts on Being Lost</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;All That Is Gold Does Not Glitte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;r is a poem written by &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/J._R._R._Tolkien"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;J.R.R Tolkien&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; for his fantasy novel &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;The Lord of the Rings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;The poem reads...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;All that is gold does not glitter,&lt;br /&gt;Not all those who wander are lost;&lt;br /&gt;The old that is strong does not wither,&lt;br /&gt;Deep roots are not reached by the frost.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the ashes a fire shall be woken,&lt;br /&gt;A light from the shadows shall spring;&lt;br /&gt;Renewed shall be blade that was broken,&lt;br /&gt;The crownless again shall be king.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Indeed.  Not all those who wander are lost.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Love it and totally identify.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/485887008761467316-5112114137986421160?l=notesfromtheskye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notesfromtheskye.blogspot.com/feeds/5112114137986421160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=485887008761467316&amp;postID=5112114137986421160' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/485887008761467316/posts/default/5112114137986421160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/485887008761467316/posts/default/5112114137986421160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notesfromtheskye.blogspot.com/2008/06/glitter.html' title='Thoughts on Being Lost'/><author><name>Lisa Skye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02461909846344650849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/R8445Vy-MLI/AAAAAAAAAAM/cjALXkTs2kw/S220/Lisa+at+the+border.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-485887008761467316.post-1543036681008045941</id><published>2008-06-27T12:22:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T15:45:47.561-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Today the cup runneth over...</title><content type='html'>I'm in San Francisco, surrounded by unusually smoky skies (there are major &lt;a href="http://news.google.com/news?client=safari&amp;amp;rls=en-us&amp;amp;q=san+francisco+smoke+fires&amp;amp;ie=UTF-8&amp;amp;oe=UTF-8&amp;amp;um=1&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;sa=X&amp;amp;oi=news_group&amp;amp;resnum=1&amp;amp;ct=title"&gt;fires&lt;/a&gt; burning all around this city right now, in case you haven't seen the news).  Reminds me of Buenos Aires back in April.  Crazy.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just got word that my friend Rubina (who I was with in South Africa) is officially flying to Cabo with me next week!  We're on the same flight and she's staying for my first 9 days back in Mexico!  Now this is friendship. Flying across the country to be together and spend time... being "lost" together.  Lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What's that quote I just heard... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"I'm not lost, just undiscovered"  - James Morrison&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Too funny.  I can identify... yet, I'm listening to a song called &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ilike.com/artist/Ulrich+Schnauss/track/As+If+You've+Never+Been+Away"&gt;As If You've Never Been Away&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; by Ulrich Schnauss and feeling on top of the world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Putting on my running shoes, getting ready to have brunch with a friend, meeting my best friend Elijah this afternoon, prepping for her big party this weekend, seeing my great friend Matt tomorrow, driving down the PCH on Sunday, flying to Cabo in less than a week... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's these moments we're supposed to savor, right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy Friday Fabulous Ones...&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/485887008761467316-1543036681008045941?l=notesfromtheskye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notesfromtheskye.blogspot.com/feeds/1543036681008045941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=485887008761467316&amp;postID=1543036681008045941' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/485887008761467316/posts/default/1543036681008045941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/485887008761467316/posts/default/1543036681008045941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notesfromtheskye.blogspot.com/2008/06/today-cup-runneth-over.html' title='Today the cup runneth over...'/><author><name>Lisa Skye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02461909846344650849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/R8445Vy-MLI/AAAAAAAAAAM/cjALXkTs2kw/S220/Lisa+at+the+border.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-485887008761467316.post-4360992821795305719</id><published>2008-06-27T03:56:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T15:57:52.168-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A New Earth</title><content type='html'>Please read my friend Heidi Stone's latest blog entry entitled "&lt;a href="http://heidistone.blogspot.com/2008/06/unbearable-lightness-of-being.html"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the unbearable lightness of being&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;". &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And if you haven't already picked up a copy of Eckhart Tolle's newest book &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://eckharttolle.com/a_new_earth"&gt;A New Earth&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, I highly recommend you do.  It is yet another masterpiece (much like &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://eckharttolle.com/the_power_of_now"&gt;The Power of Now&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;).  I'm reading it now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SGVTzyIF6BI/AAAAAAAABsk/oh4r7lZjjMg/s1600-h/ANE_Book_Cover_OBC_LG.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SGVTzyIF6BI/AAAAAAAABsk/oh4r7lZjjMg/s320/ANE_Book_Cover_OBC_LG.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216667892472735762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Enjoy and Happy Friday...&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/485887008761467316-4360992821795305719?l=notesfromtheskye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notesfromtheskye.blogspot.com/feeds/4360992821795305719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=485887008761467316&amp;postID=4360992821795305719' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/485887008761467316/posts/default/4360992821795305719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/485887008761467316/posts/default/4360992821795305719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notesfromtheskye.blogspot.com/2008/06/new-earth.html' title='A New Earth'/><author><name>Lisa Skye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02461909846344650849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/R8445Vy-MLI/AAAAAAAAAAM/cjALXkTs2kw/S220/Lisa+at+the+border.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SGVTzyIF6BI/AAAAAAAABsk/oh4r7lZjjMg/s72-c/ANE_Book_Cover_OBC_LG.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-485887008761467316.post-5810845909796311410</id><published>2008-06-26T13:09:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T13:11:49.392-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Love Guru</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SGPbYYUayOI/AAAAAAAABsc/x83TlKp0gjo/s1600-h/LOVE+GURU.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SGPbYYUayOI/AAAAAAAABsc/x83TlKp0gjo/s320/LOVE+GURU.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216254005316602082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to share because this flick was just what the doctor ordered for me this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just took this quote out of one of the reviews I found...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"I probably shouldn't mention this, because you won't take me seriously, but I did smile a couple of times, when this self-help persona Myers was in would make jokes about the self-help industry and the kind of guy who would build a VIP room into his ashram. I mean the people around "the Guru Pitka" kept calling him an "ass" and an "idiot," and he wore a shit-eating grin through it all, just eating it up. And he was full of one-liners about "intimacy" really meaning "Into-Me-I-See" and going "from 'nowhere' to 'now here,'" and self-help book titles like "I Know You Are, But What Am I?" and "Does It Hurt When You Do That? Don't Do That." Plus non-stop acronym humor, including a plan to cure Roanoke with "DRAMA": Distraction, Regression, Adjustment, Maturity, and Action. I'm pretty sure Aristotle would have his head over the whole thing, but never mind.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omg.  I was laughing so hard in the middle of the airport just remembering these scenes where he shows his books and acronyms!  This movie was so stupid and so wonderfully goofy in the most perfectly balanced way.  If you go in with a very open mind, I don't know how you could be disappointed - and at very least well-humored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and it is especially good to go with girlfriends (or mom).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love and lots of laughter...&lt;br /&gt;Lisa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ps - I think there was another Love Guru book titled something like, "Are You Hurting Yourself? Why Are You Still Hurting Yourself? Stop Hurting Yourself."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HILARIOUS.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Indeed, his karma is huge.&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/485887008761467316-5810845909796311410?l=notesfromtheskye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notesfromtheskye.blogspot.com/feeds/5810845909796311410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=485887008761467316&amp;postID=5810845909796311410' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/485887008761467316/posts/default/5810845909796311410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/485887008761467316/posts/default/5810845909796311410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notesfromtheskye.blogspot.com/2008/06/love-guru.html' title='The Love Guru'/><author><name>Lisa Skye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02461909846344650849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/R8445Vy-MLI/AAAAAAAAAAM/cjALXkTs2kw/S220/Lisa+at+the+border.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SGPbYYUayOI/AAAAAAAABsc/x83TlKp0gjo/s72-c/LOVE+GURU.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-485887008761467316.post-4806645433271989239</id><published>2008-06-24T23:36:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T00:04:32.516-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Willing To Jump</title><content type='html'>I've been in Portland visiting my mom since Saturday.  The weather has been glorious virtually every day.  Contrary to what most people believe about how dreary and overcast it is out here, it has almost never been this way when I've come.  I'm starting to think the rumors simply aren't true.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Winter, spring, summer or fall - I've always enjoyed sunshiny skies and a spectacular view of Mt. Hood in the distance...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SGHOA_GtNLI/AAAAAAAABsM/BhRxUnvHUzs/s1600-h/mthood.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SGHOA_GtNLI/AAAAAAAABsM/BhRxUnvHUzs/s320/mthood.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215676359806629042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stunning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Sunday, we went to an Arts &amp;amp; Crafts Festival nearby.  I found this rug that totally reminded me of Rubina and our ridiculously courageous feat from last month...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SGHOnMAvDVI/AAAAAAAABsU/iv4bxuOgxvo/s1600-h/Willing+To+Jump.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SGHOnMAvDVI/AAAAAAAABsU/iv4bxuOgxvo/s320/Willing+To+Jump.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215677016106274130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still get a killer rush telling the story of how I became "willing to jump". Off a bridge.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crazy cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Life is good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's after midnight in New York City so...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy Wednesday  :)&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/485887008761467316-4806645433271989239?l=notesfromtheskye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notesfromtheskye.blogspot.com/feeds/4806645433271989239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=485887008761467316&amp;postID=4806645433271989239' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/485887008761467316/posts/default/4806645433271989239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/485887008761467316/posts/default/4806645433271989239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notesfromtheskye.blogspot.com/2008/06/willing-to-jump.html' title='Willing To Jump'/><author><name>Lisa Skye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02461909846344650849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/R8445Vy-MLI/AAAAAAAAAAM/cjALXkTs2kw/S220/Lisa+at+the+border.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SGHOA_GtNLI/AAAAAAAABsM/BhRxUnvHUzs/s72-c/mthood.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-485887008761467316.post-3161006713809275932</id><published>2008-06-24T22:59:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T00:13:36.261-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Live From Abbey Road</title><content type='html'>I'm sure I'm the last one on the planet to be "in the know" about where to find fantastic music on television (because I virtually NEVER watch it) but, just in case I'm not, I want to mention a delicious new discovery I made today ... the show &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sundancechannel.com/livefromabbeyroad/"&gt;Live From Abbey Road&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; on Sundance Channel (Thursdays @ 10pm EST).&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Calling all MUSIC LOVERS (like me).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yum.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Though I do recall watching part of an episode sometime in the past year, I just watched a full episode with my mom (yes, my totally hip mom) who taped it back in April to share with me tonight.  It featured &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/jamesmorrisonmusic"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;James Morrison&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/craigdavid"&gt;Craig David&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/davematthewsband"&gt;Dave Matthews&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; ... and it was great!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Featuring intimate footage of various artists recording songs in the world renowned Abbey Road Studios in London, the show gives you an up close and personal feel for the musician's personality, mind and music.  I highly recommend it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;James Morrison's song &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;One Last Chance&lt;/span&gt; ... yummmmmmmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Craig David's English accent ... yummmmmmm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dave Matthews ... can one ever get enough of this talented guy???!  I mean for real.  I was just reminded how damn good he is on that acoustic guitar ... wow!  Or should I say, "yummmmmmmmm"?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;***&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Frosting on the cake...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At the very end of the show, they flashed a quote that resonated in me 110%:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"I'm not lost, I'm undiscovered"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; -- James Morrison&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love it.  This is SO me right now.  Not lost.  Undiscovered.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rock on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And Bon Appetit!&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&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/485887008761467316-3161006713809275932?l=notesfromtheskye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notesfromtheskye.blogspot.com/feeds/3161006713809275932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=485887008761467316&amp;postID=3161006713809275932' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/485887008761467316/posts/default/3161006713809275932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/485887008761467316/posts/default/3161006713809275932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notesfromtheskye.blogspot.com/2008/06/live-from-abbey-road.html' title='Live From Abbey Road'/><author><name>Lisa Skye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02461909846344650849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/R8445Vy-MLI/AAAAAAAAAAM/cjALXkTs2kw/S220/Lisa+at+the+border.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-485887008761467316.post-5559099637218095776</id><published>2008-06-20T22:54:00.011-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-21T01:05:29.851-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; "&gt;I read once that the ancient Egyptians had fifty words for sand &amp;amp; the Eskimos had a hundred words for snow.  I wish I had a thousand words for love, but all that comes to mind is the way you move against me while you sleep      &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 class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;  &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&amp;amp; there are no words for that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;She learned to love him before he even thought it was possible, so he didn't have a chance to hide &amp;amp; mess it up &amp;amp; while it was a little scary at times, mainly he could not even imagine the world without her there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'll bet you wouldn't even miss me if I died, she said. Depends on if you'd been grumpy in those final days, I said &amp;amp; she tried to look sad but I saw the smile anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm feeling overdressed she said &amp;amp; he held her close &amp;amp; said as far as he was concerned she was always that way &amp;amp; her eyes glowed softly in the light of his desire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;When I first met her I knew in a moment I would have to spend the next few days re-arranging my mind so there'd be room for her to stay.&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;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; --- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;from Heidi's book called "Trusting Soul" by Brian Andreas (written for his sons and with/about his wife) ... FYI, the "Introduction" in the book is brilliant ... I highly recommend reading it with a good friend ... thanks for reading it with me tonight, Heidi  :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SFx8LdtgdmI/AAAAAAAABrc/mcMf_VGi5L4/s1600-h/Trusting+Soul"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SFx8LdtgdmI/AAAAAAAABrc/mcMf_VGi5L4/s320/Trusting+Soul" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214179004984096354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&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/485887008761467316-5559099637218095776?l=notesfromtheskye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notesfromtheskye.blogspot.com/feeds/5559099637218095776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=485887008761467316&amp;postID=5559099637218095776' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/485887008761467316/posts/default/5559099637218095776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/485887008761467316/posts/default/5559099637218095776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notesfromtheskye.blogspot.com/2008/06/love.html' title='Love'/><author><name>Lisa Skye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02461909846344650849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/R8445Vy-MLI/AAAAAAAAAAM/cjALXkTs2kw/S220/Lisa+at+the+border.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SFx8LdtgdmI/AAAAAAAABrc/mcMf_VGi5L4/s72-c/Trusting+Soul' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-485887008761467316.post-6332245953266265742</id><published>2008-06-20T00:08:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-20T00:17:27.620-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Flying CORN???</title><content type='html'>When I was stranded in Atlanta Airport last Saturday night, I found this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SFs7jZA3uXI/AAAAAAAABrU/sWxctbKsjpo/s1600-h/FLYING+CORN.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SFs7jZA3uXI/AAAAAAAABrU/sWxctbKsjpo/s320/FLYING+CORN.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213826472807479666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was speechless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I immediately took a photo with my blackberry and emailed it to a bunch of my girlfriends -- including my mother who replied, "I just don't know how to comment......."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm with you, mom!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the...?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you imagine a committee of people actually sat around a table (perhaps they were on the Airport Art Approval Committee) and listened to one member say, "I propose we ERECT this fantastically colorful and ingeniously original piece of Artwork in Terminal 4"??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then everyone else around the table agreed??!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I would LOVE to know your thoughts... please feel free to comment any time  :)&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/485887008761467316-6332245953266265742?l=notesfromtheskye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notesfromtheskye.blogspot.com/feeds/6332245953266265742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=485887008761467316&amp;postID=6332245953266265742' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/485887008761467316/posts/default/6332245953266265742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/485887008761467316/posts/default/6332245953266265742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notesfromtheskye.blogspot.com/2008/06/flying-corn.html' title='Flying CORN???'/><author><name>Lisa Skye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02461909846344650849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/R8445Vy-MLI/AAAAAAAAAAM/cjALXkTs2kw/S220/Lisa+at+the+border.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SFs7jZA3uXI/AAAAAAAABrU/sWxctbKsjpo/s72-c/FLYING+CORN.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-485887008761467316.post-1719639557906502390</id><published>2008-06-20T00:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-20T00:01:01.942-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Goddess of Adventure</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Have I mentioned how wonderful my girlfriends are lately???!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have been in New York since last Saturday -- actually Sunday (because my flight was delayed NINE HOURS in Atlanta on Saturday night) at 5:30am -- and my girl Heidi Stone has hooked me up with a fabulous place to lay my head at night.  The bed is squishy soft (just like I like it), the pillows are firm and silky smooth at the same time ANNNNDDDD there was this deliciously appropriate posting above my bed when I arrived...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SFsADvtI0iI/AAAAAAAABq8/DZwWBW_bLtc/s1600-h/goddess+of+adventure.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SFsADvtI0iI/AAAAAAAABq8/DZwWBW_bLtc/s320/goddess+of+adventure.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213761057956876834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Goddess of Adventure"???!  Who ME???!   ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Heidi knows me so well... and plus, if we're lucky (and I'm coordinated enough), this WILL be me by the end of July.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Stay tuned...&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/485887008761467316-1719639557906502390?l=notesfromtheskye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notesfromtheskye.blogspot.com/feeds/1719639557906502390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=485887008761467316&amp;postID=1719639557906502390' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/485887008761467316/posts/default/1719639557906502390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/485887008761467316/posts/default/1719639557906502390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notesfromtheskye.blogspot.com/2008/06/goddess-of-adventure_20.html' title='Goddess of Adventure'/><author><name>Lisa Skye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02461909846344650849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/R8445Vy-MLI/AAAAAAAAAAM/cjALXkTs2kw/S220/Lisa+at+the+border.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SFsADvtI0iI/AAAAAAAABq8/DZwWBW_bLtc/s72-c/goddess+of+adventure.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-485887008761467316.post-6086145301952288221</id><published>2008-06-19T23:19:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-21T01:08:11.627-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Keep Austin Weird</title><content type='html'>So I just spent the first two weeks of June (1st-14th) in Austin, TX... where the town motto is "Keep Austin Weird".&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Things I did included...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chillin.  Readin. Runnin. Bloggin.  Relaxin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;With my brother Brian and his girlfriend Tessa...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SFdGAtR1cuI/AAAAAAAABqc/GIiFrjzZqZc/s1600-h/IMG_6356.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SFdGAtR1cuI/AAAAAAAABqc/GIiFrjzZqZc/s320/IMG_6356.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212712071672984290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And their dogs, Matilda...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SFdFmAvloUI/AAAAAAAABp8/q-o9JpbIyuU/s1600-h/IMG_6369.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SFdFmAvloUI/AAAAAAAABp8/q-o9JpbIyuU/s320/IMG_6369.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212711613041582402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And Otis...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SFdFgZKq-jI/AAAAAAAABp0/Drb-VyM3TU8/s1600-h/IMG_6371.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SFdFgZKq-jI/AAAAAAAABp0/Drb-VyM3TU8/s320/IMG_6371.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212711516518414898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We spent Brian's 28th birthday (June 2nd) at a KILLER sushi restaurant we love (and visit virtually every time I'm in town) called &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.uchiaustin.com/"&gt;Uchi&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SFdF62xlk1I/AAAAAAAABqU/z7UOC160Paw/s1600-h/IMG_6357.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SFdF62xlk1I/AAAAAAAABqU/z7UOC160Paw/s320/IMG_6357.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212711971142865746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SFdF0kZ0HeI/AAAAAAAABqM/HH2WtF8G-U8/s1600-h/IMG_6360.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SFdF0kZ0HeI/AAAAAAAABqM/HH2WtF8G-U8/s320/IMG_6360.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212711863132102114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We spent at least three nights sitting around the dining room table working on this masterpiece...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SFdFuKCycnI/AAAAAAAABqE/7hc0Cl8jDTM/s1600-h/IMG_6367.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SFdFuKCycnI/AAAAAAAABqE/7hc0Cl8jDTM/s320/IMG_6367.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212711752976986738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A 1500 piece, ridiculously colorful, moderately difficult puzzle...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SFdFI2qQb-I/AAAAAAAABpc/gnViMBLpfr4/s1600-h/IMG_6384.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SFdFI2qQb-I/AAAAAAAABpc/gnViMBLpfr4/s320/IMG_6384.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212711112118661090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was totally addicting and SO fun.  It took Brian and I back to our childhood, when we did a ton of puzzles  :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is the cutest photo of Matilda, who is 16 months and now 120lbs!!  She is a Mastiff, in case you can't tell (or don't know dogs)...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SFdFWpD3A7I/AAAAAAAABps/9YJa_BoNLT0/s1600-h/IMG_6378.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SFdFWpD3A7I/AAAAAAAABps/9YJa_BoNLT0/s320/IMG_6378.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212711348986119090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She is now towering over her 2.5-year-old brother Otis (who is basically a pitbull mix)...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SFdFPHb29yI/AAAAAAAABpk/p8ym_y1OTXA/s1600-h/IMG_6382.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SFdFPHb29yI/AAAAAAAABpk/p8ym_y1OTXA/s320/IMG_6382.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212711219700889378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Otis is the swimmer in the family.  He will literally stay in the pool and just swim laps if you let him.  My brother got him when he was staying in Florida a few years ago and let him swim in the intracoastal waterway all the time.  I think that has to be why he loves the water so much...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SFdFAqkKQJI/AAAAAAAABpU/VP1AysaDllw/s1600-h/IMG_6386.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SFdFAqkKQJI/AAAAAAAABpU/VP1AysaDllw/s320/IMG_6386.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212710971432910994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SFdE62icxhI/AAAAAAAABpM/mw-XfGllO6E/s1600-h/IMG_6387.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SFdE62icxhI/AAAAAAAABpM/mw-XfGllO6E/s320/IMG_6387.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212710871567746578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SFdE09sGyKI/AAAAAAAABpE/4I27y7vZBS4/s1600-h/IMG_6388.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SFdE09sGyKI/AAAAAAAABpE/4I27y7vZBS4/s320/IMG_6388.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212710770408081570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SFdEuWvLgbI/AAAAAAAABo8/I1AL2oj1DVo/s1600-h/IMG_6389.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SFdEuWvLgbI/AAAAAAAABo8/I1AL2oj1DVo/s320/IMG_6389.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212710656872776114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SFs6t-TX41I/AAAAAAAABrE/47S1cB351SA/s1600-h/Me+with+Matilda.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SFs6t-TX41I/AAAAAAAABrE/47S1cB351SA/s320/Me+with+Matilda.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213825555104260946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We also got the chance to meet up with my friend Shana and her boyfriend Sean to watch the sunset one night...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SFdEoXLZplI/AAAAAAAABo0/kOaSvELri1M/s1600-h/IMG_6393.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SFdEoXLZplI/AAAAAAAABo0/kOaSvELri1M/s320/IMG_6393.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212710553911928402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SFdEiEwZYjI/AAAAAAAABos/V8ikVRYkZy0/s1600-h/IMG_6397.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SFdEiEwZYjI/AAAAAAAABos/V8ikVRYkZy0/s320/IMG_6397.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212710445887611442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SFdEc_UrlVI/AAAAAAAABok/XJe0kf0Chuk/s1600-h/IMG_6402.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SFdEc_UrlVI/AAAAAAAABok/XJe0kf0Chuk/s320/IMG_6402.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212710358529840466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SFdEXAEPHUI/AAAAAAAABoc/l54We6WALJk/s1600-h/IMG_6404.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SFdEXAEPHUI/AAAAAAAABoc/l54We6WALJk/s320/IMG_6404.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212710255650086210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SFdEShJH7UI/AAAAAAAABoU/Dd-OJNL1Tzw/s1600-h/IMG_6409.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SFdEShJH7UI/AAAAAAAABoU/Dd-OJNL1Tzw/s320/IMG_6409.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212710178629610818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had the chance to go see Bob Schneider, whose music I love, TWICE while I was in town.  The second time I saw him, he played at a tiny little pub called &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thesaxonpub.com/"&gt;Saxon Pub&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; - where there were maybe 100-125 people in the room.  It was awesome!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Afterwards, like a good groupie should, I went up and asked if I could get a photo for my blog.  First we took this one...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SFdENSBP7II/AAAAAAAABoM/7h-Ix0TOJ-k/s1600-h/IMG_6413.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SFdENSBP7II/AAAAAAAABoM/7h-Ix0TOJ-k/s320/IMG_6413.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212710088670702722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Which he then previewed and said, "Oh no, we have to take another one".  So we took this one...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SFdEH8NTKVI/AAAAAAAABoE/xGm7fpB_J78/s1600-h/IMG_6414.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SFdEH8NTKVI/AAAAAAAABoE/xGm7fpB_J78/s320/IMG_6414.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212709996916320594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Which he then previewed and said, "Oh yeah. That's the one".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He's a goofy guy... as in funny and super entertaining at live shows... hence I went to two!  If you haven't checked out his music, go to his myspace page and check it out... &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/bobschneider"&gt;www.myspace.com/bobschneider&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I especially like his songs &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mudhouse&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Big Blue Sea&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Round and Round&lt;/span&gt;.  &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Flavors Too Strong &lt;/span&gt;is a lot of fun too :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Speaking of fun... my brother is a kickass guitar player (both electric and acoustic)...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SFdECpfEc9I/AAAAAAAABn8/r6p9Ootg6m8/s1600-h/IMG_6420.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SFdECpfEc9I/AAAAAAAABn8/r6p9Ootg6m8/s320/IMG_6420.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212709905991234514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Especially when he wears that wrestling mask Tessa bought him in Oregon!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And last but not least, how could I resist these adorable doggy pics?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SFdD7UfgN8I/AAAAAAAABn0/vVx9rLky0lE/s1600-h/IMG_6426.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SFdD7UfgN8I/AAAAAAAABn0/vVx9rLky0lE/s320/IMG_6426.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212709780096825282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SFdD1E8dPqI/AAAAAAAABns/Tzry6oCztE4/s1600-h/IMG_6431.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SFdD1E8dPqI/AAAAAAAABns/Tzry6oCztE4/s320/IMG_6431.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212709672844082850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SFs7BMxw3iI/AAAAAAAABrM/MZgATg6jUCA/s1600-h/Otis%26Matilda+.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SFs7BMxw3iI/AAAAAAAABrM/MZgATg6jUCA/s320/Otis%26Matilda+.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213825885407338018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Austin Rules.&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&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/485887008761467316-6086145301952288221?l=notesfromtheskye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notesfromtheskye.blogspot.com/feeds/6086145301952288221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=485887008761467316&amp;postID=6086145301952288221' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/485887008761467316/posts/default/6086145301952288221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/485887008761467316/posts/default/6086145301952288221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notesfromtheskye.blogspot.com/2008/06/keep-austin-weird.html' title='Keep Austin Weird'/><author><name>Lisa Skye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02461909846344650849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/R8445Vy-MLI/AAAAAAAAAAM/cjALXkTs2kw/S220/Lisa+at+the+border.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SFdGAtR1cuI/AAAAAAAABqc/GIiFrjzZqZc/s72-c/IMG_6356.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-485887008761467316.post-3657384112694288162</id><published>2008-06-17T14:34:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T14:56:44.956-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Daddy's Day</title><content type='html'>Sunday was Father's Day.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For me, it's a day of gratitude for my father - Henry "Hank" Skokowski -who raised my brother Brian and I in the best way he knew how with everything he had worked so hard to create.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is the photo we posted in the local newspaper in 2004, the day after he died...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SFgUHGOpTYI/AAAAAAAABq0/9iTWTKcJTe4/s1600-h/Dad.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SFgUHGOpTYI/AAAAAAAABq0/9iTWTKcJTe4/s320/Dad.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212938680845028738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I never wonder where my love for the ocean comes from, that's for sure!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Losing my father suddenly on February 14, 2004 has been the biggest bittersweet of my life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have learned and grown leaps and bounds in the last four years since he died.  I have continued to heal, nurture and honor the relationship we had, despite the fact he isn't here to (physically) experience it all with me.  It has been an awesome and ongoing process.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On Sunday, a number of my friends reached out to let me know my father and I were in their thoughts.  Another friend of mine included me on an email she sent to her father, detailing all of the wonderful things she has learned from him along the way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I asked if I could share her email here... and she said yes.  Thanks lady  ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here it is...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;some things dad has taught me with the way he has lived life:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-fearlessness &amp;amp; courage&lt;br /&gt;-don't muffle your opinions too much, they keep life interesting and sometimes need to be heard&lt;br /&gt;-small talk is boring, avoid it whenever possible&lt;br /&gt;-yummy meals go well with meaningful conversation and don't fret if they last a long time, some things should never be time-limited&lt;br /&gt;-movies are a wonderful way to be entertained and learn new things at the same time, take advantage of them often&lt;br /&gt;-books are one of the great gifts in life and should be consumed voraciously&lt;br /&gt;-make sure people have a good time at your parties and there's nothing wrong with getting them a bit tipsy!&lt;br /&gt;-learn all you can and then share it&lt;br /&gt;-even if you don't like hospitals, always be willing to go to them when loved ones need your presence there&lt;br /&gt;-enjoy food, and large quantities at that, but cut back on the bad stuff when appropriate&lt;br /&gt;-vanity is usually a waste of time but look sharp on special occasions&lt;br /&gt;-high standards are a must in any business and don't be afraid to push for them&lt;br /&gt;-look for people who appreciate you, and then appreciate them right back&lt;br /&gt;-live each day to it's fullest, even if it's a bad one (which is when you should bury yourself in a great book)&lt;br /&gt;-never let small injuries slow you down&lt;br /&gt;-enjoy having a healthy life-style, exercise doesn't have to be a bore in anyway&lt;br /&gt;-if something's funny, don't hold back on a good belly laugh&lt;br /&gt;-there is no great honor in public service&lt;br /&gt;-love your children as if no one else does&lt;br /&gt;-research your doctors and their advice, some things are too important not to get right&lt;br /&gt;-love your wife tremendously even when she's a pain in the butt&lt;br /&gt;-loyalty is a given when it comes to old friends and family&lt;br /&gt;-if you're smart and you have things to teach, make sure you do just that (even when a shmancy institution doesn't summon you to)&lt;br /&gt;-with privilege comes responsibility&lt;br /&gt;-be modest even when you are truly impressive&lt;br /&gt;-be willing to pay for quality but know that cheap things are often the best&lt;br /&gt;-prejudice is dumb&lt;br /&gt;-be your children's biggest fan&lt;br /&gt;-if people treat you badly, stand up for yourself without hesitation&lt;br /&gt;-holding grudges is a waste of time so forgive people who do you wrong (although avoiding them in the future is probably wise)&lt;br /&gt;-be loyal but don't hate those who aren't loyal to you&lt;br /&gt;-money is good to give away often&lt;br /&gt;-experimenting with food is fun even though the results might not always taste so good&lt;br /&gt;-doing good and doing well aren't mutually exclusive&lt;br /&gt;-work hard, play hard&lt;br /&gt;-bounce back quickly from your stumbles, life is too short not too&lt;br /&gt;-toughen up as needed, life is hard sometimes but you can always win if you never quit&lt;br /&gt;-never, never, ever give up on something you want&lt;br /&gt;-friendships are golden, honor them with your time and care&lt;br /&gt;-generosity is a small tribute you pay to those you love&lt;br /&gt;-remain endlessly curious, there's always more to learn even if you're brilliant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with love, respect and endless gratitude, &lt;br /&gt;your daughter xxxxx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&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;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/485887008761467316-3657384112694288162?l=notesfromtheskye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notesfromtheskye.blogspot.com/feeds/3657384112694288162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=485887008761467316&amp;postID=3657384112694288162' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/485887008761467316/posts/default/3657384112694288162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/485887008761467316/posts/default/3657384112694288162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notesfromtheskye.blogspot.com/2008/06/happy-daddys-day.html' title='Happy Daddy&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Lisa Skye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02461909846344650849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/R8445Vy-MLI/AAAAAAAAAAM/cjALXkTs2kw/S220/Lisa+at+the+border.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SFgUHGOpTYI/AAAAAAAABq0/9iTWTKcJTe4/s72-c/Dad.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-485887008761467316.post-6104993829129186596</id><published>2008-06-17T13:25:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T13:56:39.468-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hilariously Humorous Heidi</title><content type='html'>So... I'm back in New York City this week, staying in Clinton Hill (Brooklyn) with my friend Heidi Stone... who is HOT and funny.  Really funny.  Especially lately.  I'm not sure what has gotten in to her but I like it... a lot!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last week when I emailed her to ask a few questions about coming to stay with her this week, she responded with an email so funny and entertaining I just HAD to ask if I could post it on my blog.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;FYI, my best friend Elijah is in town on business this week - coincidentally - and so she is staying with us too!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here is the Email of the Week...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Subject:  Casa la donna Stone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I am SO excited to have you luscious ladies at my house next week!  I'm imagining coffee on the terrace every morning, great wine and conversation at night, fluffy pillows and cool sheets for sweet dreams ...  Mmmmmmmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is there anything I can get for you lovelies in anticipation of your arrival? (besides hazelnut creamer and Equal, of course)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;House rules:&lt;br /&gt;1. Promise you won't forget your WELCOME!  I want you in my space an' all up in my grill.&lt;br /&gt;2. Use all the fun lotions and potions and shampoos and conditioners you like, but bring your own toothbrush and underpants.&lt;br /&gt;3. No giggling after lights out.&lt;br /&gt;4. You may use my mac anytime, just clear the history if you watch any porn. I don't want to know if you like feet or donkeys.&lt;br /&gt;5. DO check out Photo Booth on the mac - it's a HOOT, especially the fun house mirror special effects. It's even more fun with a friend!  (isn't everything?)&lt;br /&gt;6. Whatever you do, do NOT look in my bedroom closet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have WiFi in the house and laundry in the building for $1.25 wash and fitty cent dryers. I have cute dresses and size 8 shoes to wear if you need a little break from your i-have-nothing-to-wear wardrobe. I guarantee you're going to hit your head at least once on the concrete beams upstairs or the spiral staircase and it's gonna hurt like a muthafucka!  I'm sorry in advance!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love and Kisses!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heidi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. I don't actually HAVE a grill. Not even the charcoal kind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;In case you'd like a visual... Hot Heidi is on the right - with me and our other goddess friend Stacy Wilson...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SFgFMcoWfaI/AAAAAAAABqs/kqivtA1RWJg/s1600-h/HOTTIES+in+DUMBO.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SFgFMcoWfaI/AAAAAAAABqs/kqivtA1RWJg/s320/HOTTIES+in+DUMBO.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212922280083357090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;And for the record... I SLAMMED my head into the concrete beam on the first day I was here.  Bump, throbbing pain and all... I got the full experience on Day One.  Glad that's out of the way!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/485887008761467316-6104993829129186596?l=notesfromtheskye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notesfromtheskye.blogspot.com/feeds/6104993829129186596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=485887008761467316&amp;postID=6104993829129186596' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/485887008761467316/posts/default/6104993829129186596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/485887008761467316/posts/default/6104993829129186596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notesfromtheskye.blogspot.com/2008/06/hilariously-humorous-heidi.html' title='Hilariously Humorous Heidi'/><author><name>Lisa Skye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02461909846344650849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/R8445Vy-MLI/AAAAAAAAAAM/cjALXkTs2kw/S220/Lisa+at+the+border.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SFgFMcoWfaI/AAAAAAAABqs/kqivtA1RWJg/s72-c/HOTTIES+in+DUMBO.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-485887008761467316.post-2957985946438560320</id><published>2008-06-17T12:30:00.014-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T10:44:35.895-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='So'/><title type='text'>It's Official</title><content type='html'>For those of you who don't already know, I have officially decided to continue traveling!!  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I began this journey/adventure on March 1st, I thought I would be traveling for about 3-4 months... and, well, now I am 3.5mos in and I'm just not ready to stop.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't really explain it in any other way than... now it just not the time to stop.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As you may know from reading previous blogs, I came home from Argentina on the week of May 6th.  I knew heading to London and South Africa was on the horizon but I didn't know what exactly would happen after that.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As I was pondering the future in those days, a funny thing did happen... my good friend JoshB* called me and said "I'm moving to L.A. mid-June but I'm going to drive down the Baja Peninsula with my brother and some friends first.  We're going to spend July surfing somewhere around Cabo... we've got a few extra surfboards and you're invited."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Suddenly, when only a moment before I was feeling so uncertain about what would come "next" in my life, I heard the words EVERYONE loves to hear, "You're invited"!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For real.  Just say it out loud right now... "You're invited".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I mean, I don't know about you... and I get that we're all completely unique - cut from different clothes and all - but there's just something about being INCLUDED that fills me up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Needless to say, I accepted his invitation and then finally got up the courage to send this letter to my bosses last week...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hello gentlemen,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to let you know that I have officially decided to continue traveling... indefinitely.  Yes, I caught the travel bug.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've never traveled like this before and I am really easing into it... and actually beginning to truly enjoy the personal experiences, opportunities and things I'm taking away from this time.  I am in Austin, Texas visiting my brother right now.  I fly back to NYC on Saturday night for one week - before continuing on my journey to Portland (mom), San Francisco, Los Angeles and then back to Mexico (Cabo with some friends to surf) indefinitely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The oceans have been calling to me all throughout my travels - and for now I know I need to tend to that calling by getting back to one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the best update I can give you as I truly do not know what the future holds for me months from now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it would be best if I come clean off my desk and purge through my files while I am in the city next week.  Good plan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope this email finds you both well and riding the real estate wave as comfortably as one can... though, given your histories, I can't imagine two stronger surfers (just my type)  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All good things,&lt;br /&gt;Lisa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's to accepting invitations and just saying YES when life invites you to come along...&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/485887008761467316-2957985946438560320?l=notesfromtheskye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notesfromtheskye.blogspot.com/feeds/2957985946438560320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=485887008761467316&amp;postID=2957985946438560320' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/485887008761467316/posts/default/2957985946438560320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/485887008761467316/posts/default/2957985946438560320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notesfromtheskye.blogspot.com/2008/06/its-official.html' title='It&apos;s Official'/><author><name>Lisa Skye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02461909846344650849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/R8445Vy-MLI/AAAAAAAAAAM/cjALXkTs2kw/S220/Lisa+at+the+border.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-485887008761467316.post-2206929369047363572</id><published>2008-06-13T23:46:00.019-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T10:45:15.752-05:00</updated><title type='text'>FAITH : Finally Allowing It To Happen</title><content type='html'>If there's one thing I know for sure... it's that I don't know anything for sure!&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah yes, this thing called LIFE... it is SO subject to change at a moment's notice.  All the time.  Every day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I cleaned out my beloved apartment on the weekend of May 30th, I experienced a myriad of emotions.  Much like I have been all through my travels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Consciously I realized when I left on March 1st that there was a chance I would not be moving back into this space for a while.  Consciously I knew that I had not bought the apartment with the intention of living there for more than a year.  Consciously I get that I will always be "ok" in this life and I will find somewhere else to lay my head at night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emotionally, however, I found that even the act of packing the less personal items like furniture, paintings and my marvelous mattress - as opposed to the more personal things like photos, clothes and papers (which I had packed back in February, thinking I would rent the apartment fully furnished) - left me with a feeling of sadness.  It was a realization on a deeper level that I truly AM moving on in my life.  I truly have left my job.  I truly have been creating (literally) a clearing for whatever is coming to me next...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SFNOjWWJkPI/AAAAAAAABiM/n4iJkS57SlI/s1600-h/IMG_6283.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SFNOjWWJkPI/AAAAAAAABiM/n4iJkS57SlI/s320/IMG_6283.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211595562998665458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SFNOdDqHLKI/AAAAAAAABiE/iCpX0dyHBIY/s1600-h/IMG_6285.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SFNOdDqHLKI/AAAAAAAABiE/iCpX0dyHBIY/s320/IMG_6285.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211595454902906018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SFNOVtorpsI/AAAAAAAABh8/jNiCHrf7tcY/s1600-h/IMG_6286.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SFNOVtorpsI/AAAAAAAABh8/jNiCHrf7tcY/s320/IMG_6286.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211595328732243650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SFNOPc23ANI/AAAAAAAABh0/NnqKtdxwE5Y/s1600-h/IMG_6322.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SFNOPc23ANI/AAAAAAAABh0/NnqKtdxwE5Y/s320/IMG_6322.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211595221149090002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SFNOHu_dD5I/AAAAAAAABhs/JWyVKgriB0I/s1600-h/IMG_6325.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SFNOHu_dD5I/AAAAAAAABhs/JWyVKgriB0I/s320/IMG_6325.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211595088578023314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SFNOBNHC2KI/AAAAAAAABhk/TupRhkqJ8eg/s1600-h/IMG_6326.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SFNOBNHC2KI/AAAAAAAABhk/TupRhkqJ8eg/s320/IMG_6326.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211594976403839138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SFNN6m6UswI/AAAAAAAABhc/jwrHL46-7kg/s1600-h/IMG_6327.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SFNN6m6UswI/AAAAAAAABhc/jwrHL46-7kg/s320/IMG_6327.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211594863070720770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SFNN0dXhaUI/AAAAAAAABhU/5ooCxtFdeJg/s1600-h/IMG_6332.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SFNN0dXhaUI/AAAAAAAABhU/5ooCxtFdeJg/s320/IMG_6332.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211594757429619010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SFNNusgLFzI/AAAAAAAABhM/fyTVeBmfP68/s1600-h/IMG_6339.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SFNNusgLFzI/AAAAAAAABhM/fyTVeBmfP68/s320/IMG_6339.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211594658413221682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As I said to a girlfriend of mine on the day I moved out, "I'm sad, but fabulous!" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seriously.  I'm sad to be moved out and moving on -- but I'm also in a time where I am fabulously OPEN and finding moments of great FAITH that I am exactly where I am supposed to be.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Even when I don't understand it, I am Finally Allowing It To Happen...&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/485887008761467316-2206929369047363572?l=notesfromtheskye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notesfromtheskye.blogspot.com/feeds/2206929369047363572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=485887008761467316&amp;postID=2206929369047363572' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/485887008761467316/posts/default/2206929369047363572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/485887008761467316/posts/default/2206929369047363572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notesfromtheskye.blogspot.com/2008/06/faith-finally-allowing-it-to-happen.html' title='FAITH : Finally Allowing It To Happen'/><author><name>Lisa Skye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02461909846344650849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/R8445Vy-MLI/AAAAAAAAAAM/cjALXkTs2kw/S220/Lisa+at+the+border.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SFNOjWWJkPI/AAAAAAAABiM/n4iJkS57SlI/s72-c/IMG_6283.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-485887008761467316.post-2531192014201591064</id><published>2008-06-13T22:11:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T15:12:37.761-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Back in Brooklyn</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;On May 29th at 11am, I landed back in Brooklyn at JFK.  The weather was stunning and I was thrilled to be headed to my beloved apartment in DUMBO for one last "hello and goodbye" before my new tenants moved in (for two years!) on June 1st.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've always loved this view from cab when you're heading towards the city on the BQE...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SFM3w-MtCdI/AAAAAAAABgs/UUXzJ1qB_pg/s1600-h/IMG_6242.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SFM3w-MtCdI/AAAAAAAABgs/UUXzJ1qB_pg/s320/IMG_6242.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211570508267325906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I spent that Thursday loafing on the grass in the park at the end of my street. The view of the Brooklyn Bridge was perfect...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SFM3bb3kOsI/AAAAAAAABgk/wU498kSHyuM/s1600-h/IMG_6250.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SFM3bb3kOsI/AAAAAAAABgk/wU498kSHyuM/s320/IMG_6250.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211570138274609858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And the Manhattan Bridge was pretty magnificent too...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SFM3VMIB1nI/AAAAAAAABgc/RAALBgpMfPw/s1600-h/IMG_6251.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SFM3VMIB1nI/AAAAAAAABgc/RAALBgpMfPw/s320/IMG_6251.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211570030969476722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was a happy camper...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SFM3O_W59QI/AAAAAAAABgU/q62i-7dZ7Go/s1600-h/IMG_6260.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SFM3O_W59QI/AAAAAAAABgU/q62i-7dZ7Go/s320/IMG_6260.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211569924462998786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In my favorite position (relaxing, with toes in sight) as the sun went down over the city that captured my heart when I moved here almost ten years ago (July 24, 1998)...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SFM3B6lJLNI/AAAAAAAABgE/u_xUsCubPkk/s1600-h/IMG_6274.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SFM3B6lJLNI/AAAAAAAABgE/u_xUsCubPkk/s320/IMG_6274.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211569699842239698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Deep sigh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I gotta tell ya... I sure do LOVE New York City... but I also get, on a deeper level, that now is the time for me to keep exploring what's out there in the world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The ocean is calling my name...&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/485887008761467316-2531192014201591064?l=notesfromtheskye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notesfromtheskye.blogspot.com/feeds/2531192014201591064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=485887008761467316&amp;postID=2531192014201591064' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/485887008761467316/posts/default/2531192014201591064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/485887008761467316/posts/default/2531192014201591064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notesfromtheskye.blogspot.com/2008/06/back-in-brooklyn.html' title='Back in Brooklyn'/><author><name>Lisa Skye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02461909846344650849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/R8445Vy-MLI/AAAAAAAAAAM/cjALXkTs2kw/S220/Lisa+at+the+border.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SFM3w-MtCdI/AAAAAAAABgs/UUXzJ1qB_pg/s72-c/IMG_6242.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-485887008761467316.post-5058322138516959712</id><published>2008-06-13T22:03:00.019-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T01:46:01.649-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Back in Cape Town</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Our last day (really morning) back in Cape Town on May 28th was quite uneventful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It involved laughing over the fact that Rubina and I had gone from sharing a 2bdrm, 2bath apartment last summer to living out of 6 bags between us right now...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SFM2KO2wZ4I/AAAAAAAABf8/8XosENuFRVE/s1600-h/IMG_6173.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SFM2KO2wZ4I/AAAAAAAABf8/8XosENuFRVE/s320/IMG_6173.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211568743212148610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SFM19e8hE8I/AAAAAAAABfs/ph1aiy9wxlU/s1600-h/IMG_6177.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SFM19e8hE8I/AAAAAAAABfs/ph1aiy9wxlU/s320/IMG_6177.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211568524192977858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We went out for a yummy breakfast and took more goofy pictures of ourselves and our food...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SFM1aoOHsnI/AAAAAAAABfE/EY5kTijUHXI/s1600-h/IMG_6230.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SFM1aoOHsnI/AAAAAAAABfE/EY5kTijUHXI/s320/IMG_6230.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211567925387309682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And our waiter with the World's Largest Peppermill...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SFM1Uvm1ImI/AAAAAAAABe8/Pd6azoPAKoA/s1600-h/IMG_6231.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SFM1Uvm1ImI/AAAAAAAABe8/Pd6azoPAKoA/s320/IMG_6231.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211567824290783842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SFM1NMNxu0I/AAAAAAAABe0/Eva8RVgc94s/s1600-h/IMG_6232.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SFM1NMNxu0I/AAAAAAAABe0/Eva8RVgc94s/s320/IMG_6232.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211567694531377986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My oh my, he was happy holding that mill!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm just sayin'.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alas, we scooted to the airport around noon and off we went back to the good 'ol US of A.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As Rubina may agree... we did the best we could given a 10-day time "budget"... choosing Cape Town, the Winelands and the Garden Route as our destination/exploration points.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Realistically, South Africa is a HUGE country and we could have spent another 10, if not 20, days exploring and taking our time to take in the lay of the land.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was mildly disappointed when I discovered we weren't going to be able to budget in time for a Safari (of which Rubina had already done 3 in the previous 3 months she had been traveling in Africa) ... but I know this won't be my last time on this continent ... and so I'm simply looking forward to the next chance I get to explore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As they say, "It's all good".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Indeed.  Life is good.&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/485887008761467316-5058322138516959712?l=notesfromtheskye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notesfromtheskye.blogspot.com/feeds/5058322138516959712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=485887008761467316&amp;postID=5058322138516959712' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/485887008761467316/posts/default/5058322138516959712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/485887008761467316/posts/default/5058322138516959712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notesfromtheskye.blogspot.com/2008/06/back-in-cape-town.html' title='Back in Cape Town'/><author><name>Lisa Skye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02461909846344650849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/R8445Vy-MLI/AAAAAAAAAAM/cjALXkTs2kw/S220/Lisa+at+the+border.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SFM2KO2wZ4I/AAAAAAAABf8/8XosENuFRVE/s72-c/IMG_6173.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-485887008761467316.post-500732970572919705</id><published>2008-06-13T21:57:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T01:32:13.596-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Jeffrey's Bay</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Admittedly, it's pretty hard to top the World's Highest Bungy Jump in terms of excitement level... and, truthfully, the journey gets pretty mellow going forward.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sometimes mellow is good though, no?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rubina and I left Bloukrans Bungy positively BUZZING.  Yes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the matter of a little over an hour, we made our way to our next and final destination along South Africa's &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Garden Route&lt;/span&gt;... Jeffrey's Bay (aka "J Bay").&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This spot is well-known for being the home of Billabong and the &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.billabongpro.com/jbay08/"&gt;Billabong Pro&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; "&gt; ... coming up on July 10th.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; "&gt;We crashed early on our first night... and woke up to catch a gorgeous sunrise on the beautiful sandy beach the next morning...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SFM01lbNq5I/AAAAAAAABes/oNEe5C3BKuM/s1600-h/IMG_6153.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SFM01lbNq5I/AAAAAAAABes/oNEe5C3BKuM/s320/IMG_6153.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211567288981760914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's the cute little Backpackers place we stayed in - called &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.islandvibe.co.za/"&gt;Island Vibe&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SFM0xOy7ytI/AAAAAAAABek/r0qHNnjHGqE/s1600-h/IMG_6155.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SFM0xOy7ytI/AAAAAAAABek/r0qHNnjHGqE/s320/IMG_6155.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211567214187760338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Can you say... Goooooooooodd mmmooorrrnniiiinngggg sunshine??!  :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SFM0rS1UGGI/AAAAAAAABec/-Ik7r0c6nPA/s1600-h/IMG_6157.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SFM0rS1UGGI/AAAAAAAABec/-Ik7r0c6nPA/s320/IMG_6157.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211567112192268386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ha.  There's Rubina snapping photos of peeps on the beach again below...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SFM0mhbucGI/AAAAAAAABeU/QNhNuqcO2y0/s1600-h/IMG_6159.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SFM0mhbucGI/AAAAAAAABeU/QNhNuqcO2y0/s320/IMG_6159.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211567030212128866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here's a sign we saw for the most popular surf spot in the area...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SFM0dAd7dQI/AAAAAAAABeE/zmaaAz_Xz3k/s1600-h/IMG_6161.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SFM0dAd7dQI/AAAAAAAABeE/zmaaAz_Xz3k/s320/IMG_6161.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211566866744177922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Super Tubes" dude  :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And last but not least... this is a shot of the "Eggs with avocado and corn tortilla chips" breakfast we ordered on our last morning in J Bay...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SFM0TzfUB_I/AAAAAAAABd8/6KGBewwGIuI/s1600-h/IMG_6167.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SFM0TzfUB_I/AAAAAAAABd8/6KGBewwGIuI/s320/IMG_6167.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211566708641499122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't know about you but those are some cheese Doritos if I ever saw 'em.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Too funny.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hey, whatever works - right?!&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/485887008761467316-500732970572919705?l=notesfromtheskye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notesfromtheskye.blogspot.com/feeds/500732970572919705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=485887008761467316&amp;postID=500732970572919705' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/485887008761467316/posts/default/500732970572919705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/485887008761467316/posts/default/500732970572919705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notesfromtheskye.blogspot.com/2008/06/jeffreys-bay.html' title='Jeffrey&apos;s Bay'/><author><name>Lisa Skye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02461909846344650849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/R8445Vy-MLI/AAAAAAAAAAM/cjALXkTs2kw/S220/Lisa+at+the+border.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SFM01lbNq5I/AAAAAAAABes/oNEe5C3BKuM/s72-c/IMG_6153.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-485887008761467316.post-5715801838299060884</id><published>2008-06-13T21:14:00.046-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T01:10:46.174-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bloukrans Big Bungy Baby</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;The funny thing about the fact that I even DID this bungy jump is that when we arrived I was completely dead set against it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seriously.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rubina and I drove in the entrance and saw this sign...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SFMyQrzh_7I/AAAAAAAABds/T5mDbqZWvT0/s1600-h/IMG_6125.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SFMyQrzh_7I/AAAAAAAABds/T5mDbqZWvT0/s320/IMG_6125.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211564456015953842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We parked,  got out of our car, walked to the "look out point" and gazed out at the bridge...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SFMx1c4_s_I/AAAAAAAABdk/E3dRz6gLfa4/s1600-h/IMG_6126.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SFMx1c4_s_I/AAAAAAAABdk/E3dRz6gLfa4/s320/IMG_6126.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211563988155872242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I took one look and said, "Yeah, no.  I really don't need to do this."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I stood there watching a 73-year-old man jump (you can see the area where they stage everything just under the bridge in the middle in this photo) and chatted with two people who had just gone.  They couldn't convince me.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I told them, "I think I'm brave in enough facets of my life that I don't need to bungy jump to prove my courage.  I've jumped out of a plane and that was incredible.  I don't know... there's just something about bungy jumping that has never appealed to me."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SFMxV84r-iI/AAAAAAAABdc/PjcSCRqeRKQ/s1600-h/IMG_6128.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SFMxV84r-iI/AAAAAAAABdc/PjcSCRqeRKQ/s320/IMG_6128.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211563446988700194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rubina, on the other hand, had run off to a better lookout point to watch the old man jump... and when I went to find her, she was chatting with a Swedish girl who was contemplating making the jump (like Rubina was).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In a matter of moments, Rubina said to the girl (who was chain smoking cigarettes to calm her nerves), "I'll go with you but we have to do it now. Put that cigarette out now and let's go!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The next thing I know Lina (the Swedish girl) put out her butt, Rubina handed me her bag and off they went to sign up for the jump...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SFMxPiBQMwI/AAAAAAAABdU/0MJlqMXYt9M/s1600-h/IMG_6130.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SFMxPiBQMwI/AAAAAAAABdU/0MJlqMXYt9M/s320/IMG_6130.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211563336697656066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I stood by shaking my head as they suited her up...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SFMxHXpvj3I/AAAAAAAABdM/RqlVeAYfLOs/s1600-h/IMG_6131.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SFMxHXpvj3I/AAAAAAAABdM/RqlVeAYfLOs/s320/IMG_6131.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211563196475740018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then I decided I would pay to go walk out to the center of the bridge with them... so at least I could take photos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I walked back to the office and the woman tells me I can't get my money back ($7) if I decide I want to jump once I get out to the middle.  I would just have to pay for the jump then ($70).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I contemplated for a moment.  I thought, "I'm not going to walk all the way out to the middle of THAT bridge, look down 700+ feet and THEN decide I want to jump". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I knew I had to decide then and there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And so... what's the old question, "If your friends were jumping off a bridge, would you jump too??"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, my friends, I guess my answer is YES!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The next thing I knew I was getting suited up and ready to do the &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.faceadrenalin.com/"&gt;World's Highest Bungy Jump&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; myself...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SFMxBShbCZI/AAAAAAAABdE/rpNfoasIdD0/s1600-h/IMG_6133.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SFMxBShbCZI/AAAAAAAABdE/rpNfoasIdD0/s320/IMG_6133.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211563092019448210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's the the Crazy Bunch just before we took "the walk" out to the middle of the bridge...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SFMwXN7BeAI/AAAAAAAABc8/3XiUY9cmN2c/s1600-h/IMG_6135.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SFMwXN7BeAI/AAAAAAAABc8/3XiUY9cmN2c/s320/IMG_6135.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211562369230141442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;FYI.  The walk out to the middle of the bridge is probably the next SCARIEST part of the entire experience.  You are literally walking on a metal mesh platform for a few hundred feet.  The walkway is simply bolted to the underside of the bridge... oh, you know, 700 feet above the ground!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I won't go into details but let's just say that I thought it was SCARY as f&amp;amp;%k -- and Rubina, well, I'll let her tell you how terrified she was if/when you get the chance to sit her down yourself :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So here are a few of the pics that Lina's friend (who decided NOT to do the jump) took for us from the look out point below...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is ME...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SFMwPY4cJqI/AAAAAAAABc0/X8v--Nw0rm4/s1600-h/IMG_6136.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SFMwPY4cJqI/AAAAAAAABc0/X8v--Nw0rm4/s320/IMG_6136.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211562234733143714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SFMu26II6yI/AAAAAAAABcs/_xN1Jqe2Ud0/s1600-h/IMG_6138.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SFMu26II6yI/AAAAAAAABcs/_xN1Jqe2Ud0/s320/IMG_6138.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211560714649004834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SFMt6I0xjKI/AAAAAAAABck/9vPMOb4Kggo/s1600-h/IMG_6139.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SFMt6I0xjKI/AAAAAAAABck/9vPMOb4Kggo/s320/IMG_6139.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211559670622293154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is the "Spiderman" (the guy hanging about 20-30 feet under the bridge) who would come down to you after the jump was finished and you were left hangin upside down below.  He would latch onto you, release the bungy cord and then take you back up to the bridge...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SFMtyP8EZII/AAAAAAAABcc/1XP0C-t2vv8/s1600-h/IMG_6140.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SFMtyP8EZII/AAAAAAAABcc/1XP0C-t2vv8/s320/IMG_6140.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211559535092982914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is Rubina...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SFMr6lmPFMI/AAAAAAAABcU/dFbjKggngmE/s1600-h/IMG_6141.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SFMr6lmPFMI/AAAAAAAABcU/dFbjKggngmE/s320/IMG_6141.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211557479322686658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SFMq4J9l9gI/AAAAAAAABcM/hP3K4mCOANw/s1600-h/IMG_6142.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SFMq4J9l9gI/AAAAAAAABcM/hP3K4mCOANw/s320/IMG_6142.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211556338033096194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And this is us afterwards...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SFMqsV_dT_I/AAAAAAAABcE/HsB4IHswveI/s1600-h/IMG_6145.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SFMqsV_dT_I/AAAAAAAABcE/HsB4IHswveI/s320/IMG_6145.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211556135103713266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, THESE are the photos that I paid for...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SFYBnufng2I/AAAAAAAABnc/pcoHq2e-Euk/s1600-h/IMG_3154.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SFYBnufng2I/AAAAAAAABnc/pcoHq2e-Euk/s320/IMG_3154.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212355400735097698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SFYBZHBmKuI/AAAAAAAABnU/KFiZ_hlHLr8/s1600-h/IMG_3155.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SFYBZHBmKuI/AAAAAAAABnU/KFiZ_hlHLr8/s320/IMG_3155.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212355149622029026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SFYBRlBCEGI/AAAAAAAABnM/A6f9NwsiyoQ/s1600-h/IMG_3156.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SFYBRlBCEGI/AAAAAAAABnM/A6f9NwsiyoQ/s320/IMG_3156.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212355020233773154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SFYBDk0XGdI/AAAAAAAABnE/OeByu4ZOiso/s1600-h/IMG_3157.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SFYBDk0XGdI/AAAAAAAABnE/OeByu4ZOiso/s320/IMG_3157.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212354779662457298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SFYA61D5SzI/AAAAAAAABm8/Ahc3q9zPGio/s1600-h/IMG_3158.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SFYA61D5SzI/AAAAAAAABm8/Ahc3q9zPGio/s320/IMG_3158.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212354629403757362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SFYAyLqcwmI/AAAAAAAABm0/aDnOK8Mz6Dk/s1600-h/IMG_3159.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SFYAyLqcwmI/AAAAAAAABm0/aDnOK8Mz6Dk/s320/IMG_3159.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212354480852222562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SFYApc8YaRI/AAAAAAAABms/IXzZAJ9DeZE/s1600-h/IMG_3160.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SFYApc8YaRI/AAAAAAAABms/IXzZAJ9DeZE/s320/IMG_3160.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212354330872015122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SFYAeE9-z3I/AAAAAAAABmk/hEIC6u4h6Nw/s1600-h/IMG_3161.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SFYAeE9-z3I/AAAAAAAABmk/hEIC6u4h6Nw/s320/IMG_3161.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212354135457714034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SFYAU5c_0wI/AAAAAAAABmc/4Alz0A35G3A/s1600-h/IMG_3162.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SFYAU5c_0wI/AAAAAAAABmc/4Alz0A35G3A/s320/IMG_3162.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212353977747755778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SFYANdb5r1I/AAAAAAAABmU/fTPljGMkkjE/s1600-h/IMG_3163.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SFYANdb5r1I/AAAAAAAABmU/fTPljGMkkjE/s320/IMG_3163.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212353849967882066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SFYAF2XN_yI/AAAAAAAABmM/Dp1jRJlePHg/s1600-h/IMG_3164.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SFYAF2XN_yI/AAAAAAAABmM/Dp1jRJlePHg/s320/IMG_3164.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212353719220174626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SFX_90aWqkI/AAAAAAAABmE/XXTGHSM25Ew/s1600-h/IMG_3165.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SFX_90aWqkI/AAAAAAAABmE/XXTGHSM25Ew/s320/IMG_3165.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212353581257501250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SFX_1dE_1mI/AAAAAAAABl8/h6bZRseOaKk/s1600-h/IMG_3166.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SFX_1dE_1mI/AAAAAAAABl8/h6bZRseOaKk/s320/IMG_3166.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212353437554955874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SFX_sCGYl5I/AAAAAAAABl0/1mRyMK4vaSQ/s1600-h/IMG_3167.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SFX_sCGYl5I/AAAAAAAABl0/1mRyMK4vaSQ/s320/IMG_3167.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212353275694192530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SFX_jfoY14I/AAAAAAAABls/6hrT6_h2nFU/s1600-h/IMG_3170.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SFX_jfoY14I/AAAAAAAABls/6hrT6_h2nFU/s320/IMG_3170.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212353129002620802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SFX_bnuL-9I/AAAAAAAABlk/_buAoELJDf0/s1600-h/IMG_3171.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SFX_bnuL-9I/AAAAAAAABlk/_buAoELJDf0/s320/IMG_3171.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212352993735474130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SFX_EcNdqcI/AAAAAAAABlU/en5hL-vZluY/s1600-h/IMG_3176.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SFX_EcNdqcI/AAAAAAAABlU/en5hL-vZluY/s320/IMG_3176.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212352595508439490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SFX99eCzx5I/AAAAAAAABk8/5LPLK8O0QQg/s1600-h/IMG_3178.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SFX99eCzx5I/AAAAAAAABk8/5LPLK8O0QQg/s320/IMG_3178.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212351376229910418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SFX9zGPxw-I/AAAAAAAABk0/srnr180y01g/s1600-h/IMG_3179.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SFX9zGPxw-I/AAAAAAAABk0/srnr180y01g/s320/IMG_3179.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212351198043161570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SFX9XPIE-hI/AAAAAAAABks/fQhBtNEqaVg/s1600-h/IMG_3180.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SFX9XPIE-hI/AAAAAAAABks/fQhBtNEqaVg/s320/IMG_3180.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212350719390448146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Man, it was NUTS... AND I'm soooooo glad I chose to do it.  It was the ABSOLUTE SCARIEST thing I have ever done in my entire life... possibly scarier than being 115ft under water with Reef Sharks at The Blue Hole in Belize!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Would I do it again?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ummm... I thought "NO!" right after I did it... but I have to say, now that a bit of time has passed and the buzz has worn off... I honestly would likely do it again.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In particular if one of my friends was jumping off the bridge with me  ;)&lt;br /&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/485887008761467316-5715801838299060884?l=notesfromtheskye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notesfromtheskye.blogspot.com/feeds/5715801838299060884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=485887008761467316&amp;postID=5715801838299060884' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/485887008761467316/posts/default/5715801838299060884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/485887008761467316/posts/default/5715801838299060884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notesfromtheskye.blogspot.com/2008/06/bloukrans-big-bungy-baby.html' title='Bloukrans Big Bungy Baby'/><author><name>Lisa Skye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02461909846344650849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/R8445Vy-MLI/AAAAAAAAAAM/cjALXkTs2kw/S220/Lisa+at+the+border.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SFMyQrzh_7I/AAAAAAAABds/T5mDbqZWvT0/s72-c/IMG_6125.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-485887008761467316.post-5804516716577618930</id><published>2008-06-13T18:26:00.027-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-14T01:48:35.913-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Buffalo, Plett &amp; Nature's Valley</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;So we get to Buffalo Bay and check in to an adorable Backpackers Shack - where else - right on the ocean!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There are essentially NO lights in the common areas outside our room so we have to wear our headlights (thanks Wayne!)...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SFMo9OOa8YI/AAAAAAAABb0/0F8eAS2afE8/s1600-h/JC+LeRoux+funny.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SFMo9OOa8YI/AAAAAAAABb0/0F8eAS2afE8/s320/JC+LeRoux+funny.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211554226053509506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But because they look so funny, we decide to keep them on while we enjoy a bottle of our newfound South African favorite beverage -- &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.jcleroux.co.za/"&gt;J.C. LeRoux&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; sparkling red wine...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SFMo2LDTOJI/AAAAAAAABbs/WvtkuGNu3FU/s1600-h/JC+LeRoux+nice.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SFMo2LDTOJI/AAAAAAAABbs/WvtkuGNu3FU/s320/JC+LeRoux+nice.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211554104942475410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ghetto?  Maybe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Delicious?  Yes!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The next morning we get up around 8 or so and definitely make the 10am checkout in anticipation of making it to our final stop on the Garden Route, Jeffrey's Bay, later that day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This place was adorable...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SFMoJ61Hj6I/AAAAAAAABbk/UNUUQRnWawk/s1600-h/Buffalo+Bay+Backpacker+outside.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SFMoJ61Hj6I/AAAAAAAABbk/UNUUQRnWawk/s320/Buffalo+Bay+Backpacker+outside.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211553344673779618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Totally in the middle of nowhere...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SFMnrcWonxI/AAAAAAAABbc/q-JOh2Xd0s8/s1600-h/IMG_5992.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SFMnrcWonxI/AAAAAAAABbc/q-JOh2Xd0s8/s320/IMG_5992.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211552821096783634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But adorable.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's Rubina packing up our sweet little Cherry...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SFMnWlsJ3OI/AAAAAAAABbU/WrMhVLxqKOA/s1600-h/IMG_5994.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SFMnWlsJ3OI/AAAAAAAABbU/WrMhVLxqKOA/s320/IMG_5994.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211552462825708770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It started out slightly overcast...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SFMnLbfGtkI/AAAAAAAABbM/IxPsKbgXFz8/s1600-h/IMG_5996.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SFMnLbfGtkI/AAAAAAAABbM/IxPsKbgXFz8/s320/IMG_5996.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211552271108060738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But the clouds gave way to let the sunshine through by the end of breakfast...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SFMm9OjJtJI/AAAAAAAABbE/tEWQdWTElFI/s1600-h/IMG_6001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SFMm9OjJtJI/AAAAAAAABbE/tEWQdWTElFI/s320/IMG_6001.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211552027117204626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This shot reminds me of my friend Matt (who loves to go fishing every Sunday in Malibu)...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SFMmgddSu5I/AAAAAAAABa8/kzbJ-CFYQMA/s1600-h/IMG_6003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SFMmgddSu5I/AAAAAAAABa8/kzbJ-CFYQMA/s320/IMG_6003.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211551532902955922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SFMmVB87qcI/AAAAAAAABa0/sJc7-YkK57Y/s1600-h/IMG_6004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SFMmVB87qcI/AAAAAAAABa0/sJc7-YkK57Y/s320/IMG_6004.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211551336540907970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We made our way first to Plettenberg Bay (commonly referred to as "Plett" by the locals), where there wasn't a whole lot more than a few fun photo opps like this one...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SFMmIdTpOzI/AAAAAAAABak/PLLVsUE7az0/s1600-h/IMG_6024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SFMmIdTpOzI/AAAAAAAABak/PLLVsUE7az0/s320/IMG_6024.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211551120545626930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And this one (duh!)...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SFMmA0gTUjI/AAAAAAAABac/LweyCaykko8/s1600-h/IMG_6028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SFMmA0gTUjI/AAAAAAAABac/LweyCaykko8/s320/IMG_6028.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211550989333778994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And this one (!!!)...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SFMl7pSJZmI/AAAAAAAABaU/mbfZ3Qqk_uI/s1600-h/IMG_6030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SFMl7pSJZmI/AAAAAAAABaU/mbfZ3Qqk_uI/s320/IMG_6030.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211550900422272610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We LOVED this little boat we found For Sale on the side of the road...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SFMl1dv17cI/AAAAAAAABaM/zU_p3AcJ22I/s1600-h/IMG_6034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SFMl1dv17cI/AAAAAAAABaM/zU_p3AcJ22I/s320/IMG_6034.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211550794246385090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SFMkw2qmtpI/AAAAAAAABaE/g5CnDgkHvJY/s1600-h/IMG_6041.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Obviously...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SFMkw2qmtpI/AAAAAAAABaE/g5CnDgkHvJY/s1600-h/IMG_6041.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SFMkw2qmtpI/AAAAAAAABaE/g5CnDgkHvJY/s320/IMG_6041.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211549615524329106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh!  Finally!  Here's a great shot of the actual Garden Route map...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SFMkqsAawuI/AAAAAAAABZ8/Y3g43LG3UEw/s1600-h/IMG_6044.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SFMkqsAawuI/AAAAAAAABZ8/Y3g43LG3UEw/s320/IMG_6044.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211549509583815394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not sure how big you can get it on your computer but it's a great one for anyone who's interested!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Next stop was all about Nature.  Literally.  It was called &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.natures-valley.com/"&gt;Nature's Valley&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SFMkHvdT75I/AAAAAAAABZ0/cJlRMf6urCc/s1600-h/IMG_6045.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SFMkHvdT75I/AAAAAAAABZ0/cJlRMf6urCc/s320/IMG_6045.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211548909214887826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A beautiful place people stop to take a kayak or canoe out in the lake...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SFMDe5eL6qI/AAAAAAAABZs/FeZ9c-yC2Eo/s1600-h/IMG_6047.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SFMDe5eL6qI/AAAAAAAABZs/FeZ9c-yC2Eo/s320/IMG_6047.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211513023156185762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Or to take a stroll...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SFMDYersqOI/AAAAAAAABZk/tQx4B35dMMc/s1600-h/IMG_6048.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SFMDYersqOI/AAAAAAAABZk/tQx4B35dMMc/s320/IMG_6048.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211512912885885154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Up to the beach...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SFMDTkjeA4I/AAAAAAAABZc/xXYlRH4UZek/s1600-h/IMG_6049.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SFMDTkjeA4I/AAAAAAAABZc/xXYlRH4UZek/s320/IMG_6049.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211512828562637698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Where the sand was like butter...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SFMDExF8_fI/AAAAAAAABZU/Hu8EZ1muJko/s1600-h/IMG_6056.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SFMDExF8_fI/AAAAAAAABZU/Hu8EZ1muJko/s320/IMG_6056.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211512574230461938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok, not butter but like silk... SUPER SOFT!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SFMC_thLe5I/AAAAAAAABZM/kEeIetsY-x0/s1600-h/IMG_6074.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SFMC_thLe5I/AAAAAAAABZM/kEeIetsY-x0/s320/IMG_6074.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211512487371570066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I could have run my fingers through it all day...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alas, we were about to make our way to Storms River -- home to Bloukrans Bungy Jump, the World's Highest  :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fun Fun Fun...&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/485887008761467316-5804516716577618930?l=notesfromtheskye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notesfromtheskye.blogspot.com/feeds/5804516716577618930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=485887008761467316&amp;postID=5804516716577618930' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/485887008761467316/posts/default/5804516716577618930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/485887008761467316/posts/default/5804516716577618930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notesfromtheskye.blogspot.com/2008/06/buffalo-plett-natures-valley.html' title='Buffalo, Plett &amp; Nature&apos;s Valley'/><author><name>Lisa Skye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02461909846344650849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/R8445Vy-MLI/AAAAAAAAAAM/cjALXkTs2kw/S220/Lisa+at+the+border.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SFMo9OOa8YI/AAAAAAAABb0/0F8eAS2afE8/s72-c/JC+LeRoux+funny.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-485887008761467316.post-6663573881345733298</id><published>2008-06-13T00:34:00.016-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-13T01:13:23.698-05:00</updated><title type='text'>On the way to Buffalo Bay (Knysna)...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;We stopped at this Arts &amp;amp; Crafts Market where there were some adorable young men playing music...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SFIM-6S19hI/AAAAAAAABY0/G7xHS9dZoVw/s1600-h/IMG_5961.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SFIM-6S19hI/AAAAAAAABY0/G7xHS9dZoVw/s320/IMG_5961.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211241993760798226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And an adorable doggie named Caesar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SFIM3haXLJI/AAAAAAAABYs/8rfnMNSoJl0/s1600-h/IMG_5962.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SFIM3haXLJI/AAAAAAAABYs/8rfnMNSoJl0/s1600-h/IMG_5962.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SFIM3haXLJI/AAAAAAAABYs/8rfnMNSoJl0/s320/IMG_5962.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211241866822364306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Who apparently has a Fan Club (see sign in photo below).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But wait.  Let's stop.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have to ask a question...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have you ever taken a series of photos thinking "oh these are so cute" ... and then gone back to review and said "wow, there's just something that doesn't quite look right about these pictures"?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Welcome to my world...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SFIMw53sF_I/AAAAAAAABYk/jKsB2Vu2IKI/s1600-h/IMG_5963.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SFIMw53sF_I/AAAAAAAABYk/jKsB2Vu2IKI/s320/IMG_5963.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211241753128736754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SFIMqVqE-ZI/AAAAAAAABYc/Un1wWQ55JoU/s1600-h/IMG_5964.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SFIMqVqE-ZI/AAAAAAAABYc/Un1wWQ55JoU/s320/IMG_5964.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211241640328755602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SFIMj8wPrII/AAAAAAAABYU/vMR5mUN7oRY/s1600-h/IMG_5965.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SFIMj8wPrII/AAAAAAAABYU/vMR5mUN7oRY/s320/IMG_5965.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211241530564521090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SFIMdEPKMJI/AAAAAAAABYM/iikXp4_nOHI/s1600-h/IMG_5966.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SFIMdEPKMJI/AAAAAAAABYM/iikXp4_nOHI/s320/IMG_5966.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211241412314149010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SFIMW9FWmxI/AAAAAAAABYE/2q6wtuvXAmU/s1600-h/IMG_5967.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SFIMW9FWmxI/AAAAAAAABYE/2q6wtuvXAmU/s320/IMG_5967.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211241307314756370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Are you watching Caesar's expression?!!!?!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SFIMQuZ_HzI/AAAAAAAABX8/0KHWBPmYCVQ/s1600-h/IMG_5968.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SFIMQuZ_HzI/AAAAAAAABX8/0KHWBPmYCVQ/s1600-h/IMG_5968.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SFIMQuZ_HzI/AAAAAAAABX8/0KHWBPmYCVQ/s320/IMG_5968.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211241200295550770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SFIMJuZIJbI/AAAAAAAABX0/AQGIlNHTowo/s1600-h/IMG_5971.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SFIMJuZIJbI/AAAAAAAABX0/AQGIlNHTowo/s320/IMG_5971.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211241080032863666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Priceless.  OMG.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My friends, I hope you enjoyed those as much as Rubina and I did.  I think we just about fell over laughing when we realized the shots we had unintentionally taken!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hilarious.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And last but not least...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HOLY BACON!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SFIMC0VL05I/AAAAAAAABXs/tvSlVnG6xpM/s1600-h/IMG_5972.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SFIMC0VL05I/AAAAAAAABXs/tvSlVnG6xpM/s320/IMG_5972.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211240961367856018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SFIIAs571eI/AAAAAAAABXk/k1GdpminepU/s1600-h/IMG_5973.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SFIIAs571eI/AAAAAAAABXk/k1GdpminepU/s320/IMG_5973.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211236526968264162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rubina and I drove up on this thing from behind and turned to each other and said, "Is that a grizzly bear up ahead?!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SFIHdjkocMI/AAAAAAAABXc/j7MD-k-JvcU/s1600-h/IMG_5975.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SFIHdjkocMI/AAAAAAAABXc/j7MD-k-JvcU/s320/IMG_5975.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211235923167572162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All I'm sayin' is this pig, hog, whatever was MAD LARGE,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SFIHNX5ZWSI/AAAAAAAABXU/o09hU-yEGuw/s1600-h/IMG_5979.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SFIHNX5ZWSI/AAAAAAAABXU/o09hU-yEGuw/s320/IMG_5979.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211235645155531042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Welcome to South Africa :)&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/485887008761467316-6663573881345733298?l=notesfromtheskye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notesfromtheskye.blogspot.com/feeds/6663573881345733298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=485887008761467316&amp;postID=6663573881345733298' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/485887008761467316/posts/default/6663573881345733298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/485887008761467316/posts/default/6663573881345733298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notesfromtheskye.blogspot.com/2008/06/on-way-to-buffalo-bay-knysna.html' title='On the way to Buffalo Bay (Knysna)...'/><author><name>Lisa Skye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02461909846344650849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/R8445Vy-MLI/AAAAAAAAAAM/cjALXkTs2kw/S220/Lisa+at+the+border.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SFIM-6S19hI/AAAAAAAABY0/G7xHS9dZoVw/s72-c/IMG_5961.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-485887008761467316.post-7390284550480619589</id><published>2008-06-12T21:11:00.026-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-13T00:16:15.355-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mossel Bay &amp; Wilderness</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Are y'all sick of seeing beaches by now???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope not... cuz there are a lot more comin'!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After the Shark Dive, Rubina and I hopped on the road to Mossel Bay - our next stop on the Garden Route.  We arrived late in the evening (11pm) and slept in late the next morning... or at least I did.  It seemed Rubina could survive on 6 while I needed my 8 hours of beauty rest pretty much all throughout the trip.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;FYI -- sleep, specifically eight hours of it, has become one of my coveted treats whilst out here traveling the world... I think I'm catching up on lost time!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, at first glance the next day, it didn't seem there was much to &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gardenroute.org/mbay/"&gt;Mossel Bay&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; other than a lovely coastline...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SFHeArzffgI/AAAAAAAABXM/X-7HNr_mKKM/s1600-h/IMG_5884.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SFHeArzffgI/AAAAAAAABXM/X-7HNr_mKKM/s320/IMG_5884.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211190347184438786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SFHd7U7ncPI/AAAAAAAABXE/98jjphtQLDU/s1600-h/IMG_5888.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SFHd7U7ncPI/AAAAAAAABXE/98jjphtQLDU/s320/IMG_5888.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211190255145152754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And a yummy place to have breakfast... or lunch in Rubina's case...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SFHcsBwbYBI/AAAAAAAABWM/ABgk-IXnKOU/s1600-h/IMG_5891.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SFHcsBwbYBI/AAAAAAAABWM/ABgk-IXnKOU/s320/IMG_5891.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211188892788285458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She had been up a few hours earlier than me.  I needed a nutritious start...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SFHclTKpknI/AAAAAAAABWE/Z0oVqui245g/s1600-h/IMG_5895.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SFHclTKpknI/AAAAAAAABWE/Z0oVqui245g/s320/IMG_5895.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211188777202586226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Versus a little roughage...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SFHcYCeljSI/AAAAAAAABV0/8jygx1QG9bk/s1600-h/IMG_5902.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SFHcYCeljSI/AAAAAAAABV0/8jygx1QG9bk/s320/IMG_5902.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211188549384506658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Regardless of the food selection, we were both satiated and happy when we left...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SFHcfHLg7QI/AAAAAAAABV8/UeWHaboY4Uo/s1600-h/IMG_5899.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SFHcfHLg7QI/AAAAAAAABV8/UeWHaboY4Uo/s320/IMG_5899.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211188670905773314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To drive to &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Wilderness,_Western_Cape"&gt;Wilderness&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SFHddrq1LxI/AAAAAAAABW8/_L4qbwKlSBs/s1600-h/IMG_5906.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SFHddrq1LxI/AAAAAAAABW8/_L4qbwKlSBs/s320/IMG_5906.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211189745852690194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Where we stayed in a charming backpacker's place overlooking - what else - the ocean like so...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SFHdX8MFzxI/AAAAAAAABW0/1JnpIIQ5Lzc/s1600-h/IMG_5912.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SFHdX8MFzxI/AAAAAAAABW0/1JnpIIQ5Lzc/s320/IMG_5912.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211189647207943954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We decided to venture into town (about a 1min drive from the hostel) to check out a little crafts festival they had going on, but stopped to walk on the beach first...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SFHcE5SsPhI/AAAAAAAABVk/pv4DuAWd7n0/s1600-h/IMG_5919.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SFHcE5SsPhI/AAAAAAAABVk/pv4DuAWd7n0/s320/IMG_5919.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211188220501179922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SFHdEpjU1TI/AAAAAAAABWs/1VEOaqrjqek/s1600-h/IMG_5921.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SFHdEpjU1TI/AAAAAAAABWs/1VEOaqrjqek/s320/IMG_5921.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211189315787609394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Talk about a couple of hot surfer chicks, right??!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SFHc_e6gbZI/AAAAAAAABWk/7Caq8Z3QdTU/s1600-h/IMG_5933.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SFHc_e6gbZI/AAAAAAAABWk/7Caq8Z3QdTU/s320/IMG_5933.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211189227032702354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok, ok.  Yes, we probably need a few more lessons first but still...  ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Another stunning sunset...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SFHc6k7yWBI/AAAAAAAABWc/PCUp7Vk4I7E/s1600-h/IMG_5937.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SFHc6k7yWBI/AAAAAAAABWc/PCUp7Vk4I7E/s320/IMG_5937.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211189142749337618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And gorgeous coast...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SFHcxryIK_I/AAAAAAAABWU/CpQYvQNJmjQ/s1600-h/IMG_5939.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SFHcxryIK_I/AAAAAAAABWU/CpQYvQNJmjQ/s320/IMG_5939.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211188989969050610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And just a bunch of pics Rubina took that we loved...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SFHb_IVknqI/AAAAAAAABVc/Nf0KXUp3nwk/s1600-h/IMG_5940.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SFHb_IVknqI/AAAAAAAABVc/Nf0KXUp3nwk/s320/IMG_5940.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211188121460580002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SFHb5-r_lWI/AAAAAAAABVU/bHhJUknFd1w/s1600-h/IMG_5946.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SFHb5-r_lWI/AAAAAAAABVU/bHhJUknFd1w/s320/IMG_5946.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211188032970921314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SFHby8ZT6qI/AAAAAAAABVM/_BS2R7u4Kgs/s1600-h/IMG_5948.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SFHby8ZT6qI/AAAAAAAABVM/_BS2R7u4Kgs/s320/IMG_5948.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211187912096606882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SFHblo58xiI/AAAAAAAABVE/Apqo3roZg6c/s1600-h/IMG_5949.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SFHblo58xiI/AAAAAAAABVE/Apqo3roZg6c/s320/IMG_5949.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211187683526493730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SFHbVpRSPcI/AAAAAAAABU8/WMJberrRraU/s1600-h/IMG_5951.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SFHbVpRSPcI/AAAAAAAABU8/WMJberrRraU/s320/IMG_5951.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211187408746462658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And this is Rubina running after some people down the beach to grab that perfect "Kodak moment" shot, which she did on the entire trip... and it was quite entertaining...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SFHa4hCJh3I/AAAAAAAABU0/g00MaytmMXU/s1600-h/IMG_5955.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SFHa4hCJh3I/AAAAAAAABU0/g00MaytmMXU/s320/IMG_5955.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211186908319287154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sigh altogether now for the smashing sunset...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SFHaOylq9iI/AAAAAAAABUs/a9KCAMpNRaA/s1600-h/IMG_5936.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SFHaOylq9iI/AAAAAAAABUs/a9KCAMpNRaA/s320/IMG_5936.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211186191477175842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The pictures really do not give it justice so you will 1) have to visit yourself or 2) take my word for it.  They were incredible.&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/485887008761467316-7390284550480619589?l=notesfromtheskye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notesfromtheskye.blogspot.com/feeds/7390284550480619589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=485887008761467316&amp;postID=7390284550480619589' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/485887008761467316/posts/default/7390284550480619589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/485887008761467316/posts/default/7390284550480619589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notesfromtheskye.blogspot.com/2008/06/mossel-bay-wilderness.html' title='Mossel Bay &amp; Wilderness'/><author><name>Lisa Skye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02461909846344650849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/R8445Vy-MLI/AAAAAAAAAAM/cjALXkTs2kw/S220/Lisa+at+the+border.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SFHeArzffgI/AAAAAAAABXM/X-7HNr_mKKM/s72-c/IMG_5884.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-485887008761467316.post-2989024300287709791</id><published>2008-06-12T15:08:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T15:09:48.494-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Laughing Lisa</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SFGCYVnF3xI/AAAAAAAABUc/rUNtjMYJnfM/s1600-h/LAUGHING+LISA.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SFGCYVnF3xI/AAAAAAAABUc/rUNtjMYJnfM/s320/LAUGHING+LISA.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211089598473953042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't all my days just feel like this???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&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/485887008761467316-2989024300287709791?l=notesfromtheskye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notesfromtheskye.blogspot.com/feeds/2989024300287709791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=485887008761467316&amp;postID=2989024300287709791' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/485887008761467316/posts/default/2989024300287709791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/485887008761467316/posts/default/2989024300287709791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notesfromtheskye.blogspot.com/2008/06/laughing-lisa.html' title='Laughing Lisa'/><author><name>Lisa Skye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02461909846344650849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/R8445Vy-MLI/AAAAAAAAAAM/cjALXkTs2kw/S220/Lisa+at+the+border.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SFGCYVnF3xI/AAAAAAAABUc/rUNtjMYJnfM/s72-c/LAUGHING+LISA.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-485887008761467316.post-1725202849348784511</id><published>2008-06-12T13:25:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T13:48:34.924-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Business Quote</title><content type='html'>A month or so ago I shared one of the weekly quotes I receive from the &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gaia.com/community"&gt;Gaia Community&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; -- and the one I woke up to this morning seemed particularly poignant, given my late night "contemplating life" thought I had in my last post.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Although right now I am clearly in a time where I am playing the role of "World Traveler", many of my friends know I've played the role of "Savvy Business Woman" for the last few years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I suppose the point of sharing this quote below is to share my feeling/revelation that, at the end of the day, it doesn't matter which &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;role&lt;/span&gt; we're playing in the current moment ... what matters is the way we think about and consider the things we find to be important to "get done" IN GENERAL ... because the answers to these questions can be applied in both business and LIFE all the same.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Enjoy...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The first question when you are doing anything in life is, “What’s the point?” That is a very spiritual question. What are you doing with your one and precious life? You’ve been given a gift of consciousness and wisdom and now you have this resource for a fairly limited time. What are you going to do with it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In business you start from the same place. We ask, “What are you doing? What is the point of what you are doing? What are you trying to accomplish? Why is that important to you?” At the same time, to accomplish something in business, unless you want to be a criminal, you have to also value what would further the purpose of other people’s lives. That’s how you are going to get them to buy your product or service: by giving them something that they find valuable. The source of value is that it is congruent with their life’s purpose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Becoming aware of what is meaningful to you and what is meaningful to those around you is the beginning of every successful enterprise. The moment you lose touch with that you are going to go down in flames. Maybe the words are too spiritual, but this is like basic Business 101. What’s your value proposition? Why would anybody want to buy your product or service?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- Fred Kofman, from "A Conversation with Fred Kofman"&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/485887008761467316-1725202849348784511?l=notesfromtheskye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notesfromtheskye.blogspot.com/feeds/1725202849348784511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=485887008761467316&amp;postID=1725202849348784511' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/485887008761467316/posts/default/1725202849348784511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/485887008761467316/posts/default/1725202849348784511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notesfromtheskye.blogspot.com/2008/06/good-business-quote.html' title='Good Business Quote'/><author><name>Lisa Skye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02461909846344650849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/R8445Vy-MLI/AAAAAAAAAAM/cjALXkTs2kw/S220/Lisa+at+the+border.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-485887008761467316.post-158898049095311896</id><published>2008-06-12T01:34:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T01:47:20.500-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Come Undone</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I think "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SFbDhbl3QPY"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Come Undone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;" was one of my favorite Duran Duran songs in high school... does that sound right??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Anyway.  You KNOW how I love to share the things that move me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;"Besides the noble art of getting things done, there is a nobler art of leaving things undone.  The wisdom of life consists in the elimination of nonessentials." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; -- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quotationspage.com/quote/33439.html"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Lin Yutang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I think this just about sums up what I've been up to out here in my travels... figuring how a hard-wired overachiever like me can get to a place (mentally, emotionally and spiritually) in which I truly feel OK simply letting things come undone... and, like the quote says, eliminating the nonessentials.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;What is &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;truly&lt;/span&gt; important to me?  How important are the things I'm doing now in terms of how important they will be 10, 20 or 30 years from now? How do I really want to spend my time?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;These are the things I find myself thinking about in moments of silence.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Food for thought...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/485887008761467316-158898049095311896?l=notesfromtheskye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notesfromtheskye.blogspot.com/feeds/158898049095311896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=485887008761467316&amp;postID=158898049095311896' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/485887008761467316/posts/default/158898049095311896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/485887008761467316/posts/default/158898049095311896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notesfromtheskye.blogspot.com/2008/06/come-undone.html' title='Come Undone'/><author><name>Lisa Skye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02461909846344650849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/R8445Vy-MLI/AAAAAAAAAAM/cjALXkTs2kw/S220/Lisa+at+the+border.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-485887008761467316.post-549303185204750292</id><published>2008-06-12T00:33:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-13T12:24:27.614-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sharks!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Ah yes...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The day had finally come... to get in the [freezing cold] water with HUGE Great White Sharks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;FUN!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Plus -- it would have been my father's 60th birthday if he were alive... and I cannot think of many other ways he would have liked to spend his special day other than doing something exciting, in a beautiful place, on a gorgeous day!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, what can I say... Rubina and I made our way from Hermanus to Gansbaii around noon... and we went straight to the well-known &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sharkcagediving.co.za/"&gt;White Shark Diving Company&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SFCta0Bro9I/AAAAAAAABRc/6lIj8_aYmzM/s1600-h/IMG_5782.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SFCta0Bro9I/AAAAAAAABRc/6lIj8_aYmzM/s320/IMG_5782.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210855445021565906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FYI, Brad Pitt and the King of Jordan had just been here earlier this year... and, actually, the King came twice.  Badass.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We walked down to the water...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SFC3pQX2_lI/AAAAAAAABUU/LbaIFcPoMzw/s1600-h/IMG_5784.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SFC3pQX2_lI/AAAAAAAABUU/LbaIFcPoMzw/s320/IMG_5784.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210866688265223762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Got on board this boat...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SFCtV4XBi-I/AAAAAAAABRU/oeTsRVF2eZc/s1600-h/IMG_5785.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SFCtV4XBi-I/AAAAAAAABRU/oeTsRVF2eZc/s320/IMG_5785.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210855360285477858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Read the back of our Dive Master's jacket...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SFCtQXgExsI/AAAAAAAABRM/P1f4neKsCbw/s1600-h/IMG_5787.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SFCtQXgExsI/AAAAAAAABRM/P1f4neKsCbw/s320/IMG_5787.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210855265565722306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And knew we were in for a treat!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The skies were clear, the seas were calm and the temperature was in the 70s...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SFCtMhCqrLI/AAAAAAAABRE/7X5EaYtAc0w/s1600-h/IMG_5792.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SFCtMhCqrLI/AAAAAAAABRE/7X5EaYtAc0w/s320/IMG_5792.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210855199407254706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rubina and I were ready for some adventure...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SFCtI2g8SGI/AAAAAAAABQ8/m_vOFq5EZ58/s1600-h/IMG_5793.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SFCtI2g8SGI/AAAAAAAABQ8/m_vOFq5EZ58/s320/IMG_5793.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210855136451905634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or at least I was...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SFCtFpv3jNI/AAAAAAAABQ0/d2ya1qtEh-E/s1600-h/IMG_5798.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SFCtFpv3jNI/AAAAAAAABQ0/d2ya1qtEh-E/s320/IMG_5798.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210855081485241554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can never resist sharing the stunning photos of the coastline...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SFCtCWI8J_I/AAAAAAAABQs/GywTty8ISV0/s1600-h/IMG_5806.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SFCtCWI8J_I/AAAAAAAABQs/GywTty8ISV0/s320/IMG_5806.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210855024682084338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or the seas...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SFCs_fv0qdI/AAAAAAAABQk/najoaaGjQpU/s1600-h/IMG_5811.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SFCs_fv0qdI/AAAAAAAABQk/najoaaGjQpU/s320/IMG_5811.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210854975721482706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This was our group...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SFCs1OaBSuI/AAAAAAAABQU/Ak_XdPvMqxk/s1600-h/IMG_5813.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SFCs1OaBSuI/AAAAAAAABQU/Ak_XdPvMqxk/s320/IMG_5813.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210854799267941090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We were super lucky because there can be up to 12 divers on the boat at a time.  In our case, there were five of us - but one girl wasn't getting in the water.  She was just viewing from the lookout tower above.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This meant there were just four of us to get in the cage, which conveniently accommodates four...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SFCs66pzgMI/AAAAAAAABQc/ePxSFjsi7v0/s1600-h/IMG_5812.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SFCs66pzgMI/AAAAAAAABQc/ePxSFjsi7v0/s320/IMG_5812.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210854897044652226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you SEE how large this Tuna head is that the skipper threw out on a line into the water in front of the cage in an effort to attract the Great Whites??!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SFCswSjtXoI/AAAAAAAABQM/0eQNe2NY3OU/s1600-h/IMG_5814.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SFCswSjtXoI/AAAAAAAABQM/0eQNe2NY3OU/s320/IMG_5814.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210854714482974338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our first shark spotting of the day happened before we got into the water...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SFCsskDO5vI/AAAAAAAABQE/ikO_pXn4xfw/s1600-h/IMG_5815.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SFCsskDO5vI/AAAAAAAABQE/ikO_pXn4xfw/s320/IMG_5815.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210854650459121394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They like for you to have a sense for how big the sharks actually are BEFORE you're face to face with them in the water.  Nice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SFCsoG1y19I/AAAAAAAABP8/3Ac4MfNCajI/s1600-h/IMG_5816.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SFCsoG1y19I/AAAAAAAABP8/3Ac4MfNCajI/s320/IMG_5816.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210854573898651602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They were HUGE.  Approximately 3-4 meters (or 10-14 feet).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And they thrashed around like crazy when they got ahold of that Tuna head...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SFCskNMIZ4I/AAAAAAAABP0/h-ity9IxEjU/s1600-h/IMG_5820.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SFCskNMIZ4I/AAAAAAAABP0/h-ity9IxEjU/s320/IMG_5820.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210854506883475330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We braved the cage and cold water...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SFCsf6yg-5I/AAAAAAAABPs/Gj-WbE6jjsM/s1600-h/IMG_5821.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SFCsf6yg-5I/AAAAAAAABPs/Gj-WbE6jjsM/s320/IMG_5821.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210854433224719250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And after about 30-45min in the water, Rubina felt ill...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SFCsa9yZ4hI/AAAAAAAABPk/T4nMqQlLLd4/s1600-h/IMG_5827.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SFCsa9yZ4hI/AAAAAAAABPk/T4nMqQlLLd4/s320/IMG_5827.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210854348130214418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And she wasn't thrilled I was snapping her photo...  :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SFCsWrJErmI/AAAAAAAABPc/nUZq8-Lx9_8/s1600-h/IMG_5829.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SFCsWrJErmI/AAAAAAAABPc/nUZq8-Lx9_8/s320/IMG_5829.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210854274405543522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Regardless, the sharks continued to come by...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SFCsSR5ZUwI/AAAAAAAABPU/u73lk7psjak/s1600-h/IMG_5833.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SFCsSR5ZUwI/AAAAAAAABPU/u73lk7psjak/s320/IMG_5833.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210854198909424386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And grab the bait...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SFCsIJ6JCAI/AAAAAAAABPM/83Pa1kQsH7k/s1600-h/IMG_5835.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SFCsIJ6JCAI/AAAAAAAABPM/83Pa1kQsH7k/s320/IMG_5835.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210854024966375426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SFCsD2OLoOI/AAAAAAAABPE/GQfun41LANc/s1600-h/IMG_5836.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SFCsD2OLoOI/AAAAAAAABPE/GQfun41LANc/s320/IMG_5836.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210853950962245858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SFCr-zYGWgI/AAAAAAAABO8/NxX_r9DG-u0/s1600-h/IMG_5837.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SFCr-zYGWgI/AAAAAAAABO8/NxX_r9DG-u0/s320/IMG_5837.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210853864299190786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SFCr7cERKwI/AAAAAAAABO0/3CfUOUHBINg/s1600-h/IMG_5838.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SFCr7cERKwI/AAAAAAAABO0/3CfUOUHBINg/s320/IMG_5838.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210853806502390530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And we got back in to brave the best of it...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SFCr2sLi4EI/AAAAAAAABOs/loZf10XH-1M/s1600-h/IMG_5840.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SFCr2sLi4EI/AAAAAAAABOs/loZf10XH-1M/s320/IMG_5840.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210853724928532546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We were troopers...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SFCryfgwfzI/AAAAAAAABOk/lcADX4m7VtM/s1600-h/IMG_5843.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SFCryfgwfzI/AAAAAAAABOk/lcADX4m7VtM/s320/IMG_5843.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210853652808367922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And we made it out alive!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Next stop on the boat before heading back in was an island covered in seals...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SFCrtyYV3FI/AAAAAAAABOc/jNb-Olqa3a4/s1600-h/IMG_5851.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SFCrtyYV3FI/AAAAAAAABOc/jNb-Olqa3a4/s320/IMG_5851.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210853571973995602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SFCroridFBI/AAAAAAAABOU/UiTJta2Fom0/s1600-h/IMG_5852.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SFCroridFBI/AAAAAAAABOU/UiTJta2Fom0/s320/IMG_5852.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210853484238017554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Which made for TERRIBLY SMELLY AIR all around...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SFCrcipEpHI/AAAAAAAABOM/lRvMrUPJ2Sc/s1600-h/IMG_5860.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SFCrcipEpHI/AAAAAAAABOM/lRvMrUPJ2Sc/s320/IMG_5860.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210853275691426930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't think it helped our sick friend Rubina...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SFCrY9VkpbI/AAAAAAAABOE/os51fRYNiNU/s1600-h/IMG_5861.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SFCrY9VkpbI/AAAAAAAABOE/os51fRYNiNU/s320/IMG_5861.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210853214137918898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But she ultimately ended up a-ok and ready for another gorgeous drive into the sunset...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SFCrU5f7BNI/AAAAAAAABN8/EevSBA5-Y4Y/s1600-h/IMG_5870.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SFCrU5f7BNI/AAAAAAAABN8/EevSBA5-Y4Y/s320/IMG_5870.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210853144388109522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SFCrO-mOzZI/AAAAAAAABN0/t-nlyWbwtJo/s1600-h/IMG_5879.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SFCrO-mOzZI/AAAAAAAABN0/t-nlyWbwtJo/s320/IMG_5879.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210853042677534098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;En route to our next destination on the famous South African &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Garden_Route"&gt;Garden Route&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/485887008761467316-549303185204750292?l=notesfromtheskye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notesfromtheskye.blogspot.com/feeds/549303185204750292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=485887008761467316&amp;postID=549303185204750292' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/485887008761467316/posts/default/549303185204750292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/485887008761467316/posts/default/549303185204750292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notesfromtheskye.blogspot.com/2008/06/sharks.html' title='Sharks!!!'/><author><name>Lisa Skye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02461909846344650849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/R8445Vy-MLI/AAAAAAAAAAM/cjALXkTs2kw/S220/Lisa+at+the+border.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SFCta0Bro9I/AAAAAAAABRc/6lIj8_aYmzM/s72-c/IMG_5782.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-485887008761467316.post-1708508306196108265</id><published>2008-06-12T00:11:00.027-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T00:41:18.119-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Change of Plans...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;On May 21st, we woke up thinking we were off to swim with Great White Sharks!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After getting up early (hence the tired looks @ 8am) and trudging through the rain to get some breakfast, we called up the Dive Company only to discover the sea conditions were too rough/dangerous to head out.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So we enjoyed a leisurely bite to eat...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SFCxOZoqeqI/AAAAAAAABUM/Ay3XnqHFlF4/s1600-h/IMG_5665.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SFCxOZoqeqI/AAAAAAAABUM/Ay3XnqHFlF4/s320/IMG_5665.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210859629825391266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And relaxed into the ocean-side drive to our next stop - &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.hermanus.co.za/"&gt;Hermanus&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, en route to Gansbaai [pronounced Hans-bye] where we would soon swim with the sharks, later that morning...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SFCxKYjLFMI/AAAAAAAABUE/aQosqEccx7U/s1600-h/IMG_5668.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SFCxKYjLFMI/AAAAAAAABUE/aQosqEccx7U/s320/IMG_5668.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210859560814449858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Breathtaking views...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SFCxHPUuZiI/AAAAAAAABT8/4SZtSYjnlfY/s1600-h/IMG_5671.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SFCxHPUuZiI/AAAAAAAABT8/4SZtSYjnlfY/s320/IMG_5671.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210859506798323234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SFCxD5Kdn5I/AAAAAAAABT0/5E4IcCIQyuY/s1600-h/IMG_5673.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SFCxD5Kdn5I/AAAAAAAABT0/5E4IcCIQyuY/s320/IMG_5673.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210859449310093202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A family of baboons hanging out to say hello along the way...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SFCxAswGH1I/AAAAAAAABTs/McxX3NzZTrs/s1600-h/IMG_5682.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SFCxAswGH1I/AAAAAAAABTs/McxX3NzZTrs/s320/IMG_5682.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210859394438668114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SFCw9ZZfuNI/AAAAAAAABTk/S71WpAmcXr4/s1600-h/IMG_5683.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SFCw9ZZfuNI/AAAAAAAABTk/S71WpAmcXr4/s320/IMG_5683.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210859337703995602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SFCw4XLqylI/AAAAAAAABTc/TmuAOrXv8LE/s1600-h/IMG_5685.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SFCw4XLqylI/AAAAAAAABTc/TmuAOrXv8LE/s320/IMG_5685.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210859251209783890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SFCw0R39g5I/AAAAAAAABTU/Rvn-dvw914U/s1600-h/IMG_5688.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SFCw0R39g5I/AAAAAAAABTU/Rvn-dvw914U/s320/IMG_5688.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210859181065470866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SFCwxK7PXoI/AAAAAAAABTM/_QYOjM8R3ak/s1600-h/IMG_5693.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SFCwxK7PXoI/AAAAAAAABTM/_QYOjM8R3ak/s320/IMG_5693.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210859127660568194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;More clouds and dark skies rolled in...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SFCwuNRKocI/AAAAAAAABTE/Qw8v0LvRriY/s1600-h/IMG_5697.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SFCwuNRKocI/AAAAAAAABTE/Qw8v0LvRriY/s320/IMG_5697.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210859076749795778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We were glad we weren't out on the open ocean!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And plus I got to see more rainbows...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SFCwq3e_WfI/AAAAAAAABS8/njPWx0L_QYc/s1600-h/IMG_5704.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SFCwq3e_WfI/AAAAAAAABS8/njPWx0L_QYc/s320/IMG_5704.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210859019362589170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SFCwjg-5V6I/AAAAAAAABSs/FZu0MYWKn-Y/s1600-h/IMG_5712.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SFCwjg-5V6I/AAAAAAAABSs/FZu0MYWKn-Y/s320/IMG_5712.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210858893063313314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And slowly the clouds parted, making way for more STUNNING views of the coastline...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SFCwnL9jH2I/AAAAAAAABS0/tU1ey4oF_EY/s1600-h/IMG_5705.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SFCwnL9jH2I/AAAAAAAABS0/tU1ey4oF_EY/s320/IMG_5705.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210858956139994978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SFCwfo_cACI/AAAAAAAABSk/JcfHmY46l7Y/s1600-h/IMG_5714.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SFCwfo_cACI/AAAAAAAABSk/JcfHmY46l7Y/s320/IMG_5714.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210858826493591586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SFCwckcxE5I/AAAAAAAABSc/WFdwoQKZpFI/s1600-h/IMG_5715.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SFCwckcxE5I/AAAAAAAABSc/WFdwoQKZpFI/s320/IMG_5715.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210858773734822802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Things to look forward to... the Great White Shark Dive... tomorrow!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/485887008761467316-1708508306196108265?l=notesfromtheskye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notesfromtheskye.blogspot.com/feeds/1708508306196108265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=485887008761467316&amp;postID=1708508306196108265' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/485887008761467316/posts/default/1708508306196108265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/485887008761467316/posts/default/1708508306196108265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notesfromtheskye.blogspot.com/2008/06/change-of-plans.html' title='Change of Plans...'/><author><name>Lisa Skye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02461909846344650849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/R8445Vy-MLI/AAAAAAAAAAM/cjALXkTs2kw/S220/Lisa+at+the+border.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SFCxOZoqeqI/AAAAAAAABUM/Ay3XnqHFlF4/s72-c/IMG_5665.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-485887008761467316.post-5060320731150150784</id><published>2008-06-11T22:40:00.035-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-13T14:35:53.988-05:00</updated><title type='text'>All you do is wine, wine, wine</title><content type='html'>As I mentioned in a previous blog, I am feeling SUPER BEHIND in getting y'all up to speed with photos and the travel experiences... and as time slips away, I feel the details of the memories do in some small way too.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alas, maybe all good things are meant to eventually slip away... to make way for new good things we can't yet see on the horizon?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Whoa.  Deep.  Though totally Skye.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok, ok... back to vino...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The day of our Wine Tasting Tour started at 10:30am with a kooky looking driver named Trutor (tree-turr) and the loud dance music he blasted to get us all IN THE MOOD...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SFCcd201vEI/AAAAAAAABNc/FNcfQxOdwlM/s1600-h/IMG_5505.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SFCcd201vEI/AAAAAAAABNc/FNcfQxOdwlM/s320/IMG_5505.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210836805614943298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Amongst our new friends in this cute little van...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SFCcVikWj5I/AAAAAAAABNM/6KzF17QxEwo/s1600-h/IMG_5508.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SFCcVikWj5I/AAAAAAAABNM/6KzF17QxEwo/s320/IMG_5508.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210836662738128786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With Rubina looking all cute in the back...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SFCcZ7yklFI/AAAAAAAABNU/d8RCeAQWHms/s1600-h/IMG_5506.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SFCcZ7yklFI/AAAAAAAABNU/d8RCeAQWHms/s320/IMG_5506.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210836738228130898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;First stop... gosh, I can't remember the name of this place and I didn't take the notes from the tasting with me (oops!), a pretty winery that looked like this...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SFCcRSa1LrI/AAAAAAAABNE/6WS17C_b6Hc/s1600-h/IMG_5511.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SFCcRSa1LrI/AAAAAAAABNE/6WS17C_b6Hc/s320/IMG_5511.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210836589683748530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And had Cork trees like this one...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SFCcM7F20RI/AAAAAAAABM8/fhCz-sPx4gc/s1600-h/IMG_5514.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SFCcM7F20RI/AAAAAAAABM8/fhCz-sPx4gc/s320/IMG_5514.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210836514702283026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Did you know that the reason we are seeing more and more screw off caps on wines is because cork trees are becoming more and more scarce and thus cork is becoming more expensive?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At least that's what they told us - and I believed them.  I've been known to be quite gullible so correct me if I'm wrong.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here is where they make the wine...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SFCcH_XSxsI/AAAAAAAABM0/GZIhGvkbxKQ/s1600-h/IMG_5518.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SFCcH_XSxsI/AAAAAAAABM0/GZIhGvkbxKQ/s320/IMG_5518.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210836429949814466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SFCcD1_rlBI/AAAAAAAABMs/8vSAHVt1Npw/s1600-h/IMG_5519.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SFCcD1_rlBI/AAAAAAAABMs/8vSAHVt1Npw/s320/IMG_5519.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210836358715380754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SFCb_hUMaQI/AAAAAAAABMk/Ei5L3HVcazg/s1600-h/IMG_5521.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SFCb_hUMaQI/AAAAAAAABMk/Ei5L3HVcazg/s320/IMG_5521.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210836284444797186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And these were the pretty green things we saw as we entered &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fairview.co.za/"&gt;Fairview&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SFCb6p0yLOI/AAAAAAAABMc/-tOvvbsY62U/s1600-h/IMG_5532.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SFCb6p0yLOI/AAAAAAAABMc/-tOvvbsY62U/s320/IMG_5532.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210836200829627618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SFCbztpXUcI/AAAAAAAABMU/jtMWme5JFMg/s1600-h/IMG_5533.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SFCbztpXUcI/AAAAAAAABMU/jtMWme5JFMg/s320/IMG_5533.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210836081596387778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where they produce the popular Rhone blend &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.goatsdoroam.com/"&gt;Goats do Roam&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SFCbmU-yJaI/AAAAAAAABL8/J38YKZLUfxQ/s1600-h/IMG_5542.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SFCbmU-yJaI/AAAAAAAABL8/J38YKZLUfxQ/s320/IMG_5542.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210835851637040546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cute...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SFCbigiErbI/AAAAAAAABL0/_y2ZZrBXMOE/s1600-h/IMG_5544.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SFCbigiErbI/AAAAAAAABL0/_y2ZZrBXMOE/s320/IMG_5544.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210835786018368946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SFCbqaPjggI/AAAAAAAABME/g2xmAC4pARA/s1600-h/IMG_5541.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SFCbqaPjggI/AAAAAAAABME/g2xmAC4pARA/s320/IMG_5541.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210835921769038338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yummy Wine Tasting...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SFCbd77kqOI/AAAAAAAABLs/VN5TihDBftQ/s1600-h/IMG_5548.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SFCbd77kqOI/AAAAAAAABLs/VN5TihDBftQ/s320/IMG_5548.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210835707473733858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our hilarious (and happy) friend Les (from Australia) with Rubina...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SFCbaPS6gWI/AAAAAAAABLk/g3BrPXZ2YhE/s1600-h/IMG_5560.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SFCbaPS6gWI/AAAAAAAABLk/g3BrPXZ2YhE/s320/IMG_5560.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210835643952431458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fabulous fromages...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SFCbVp-UI6I/AAAAAAAABLc/efOei6HOPfU/s1600-h/IMG_5562.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SFCbVp-UI6I/AAAAAAAABLc/efOei6HOPfU/s320/IMG_5562.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210835565214442402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Funny faces...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SFCo7jXaFfI/AAAAAAAABNk/CDW92U1Fmcw/s1600-h/IMG_5567.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SFCo7jXaFfI/AAAAAAAABNk/CDW92U1Fmcw/s320/IMG_5567.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210850509926831602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SFCbQyGSMqI/AAAAAAAABLU/GT6QVtWujW0/s1600-h/IMG_5570.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SFCbQyGSMqI/AAAAAAAABLU/GT6QVtWujW0/s320/IMG_5570.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210835481496007330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SFCo8MuLdnI/AAAAAAAABNs/sOxPzRG_l3Q/s1600-h/IMG_5572.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SFCo8MuLdnI/AAAAAAAABNs/sOxPzRG_l3Q/s320/IMG_5572.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210850521028195954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Something to soak up the alcohol along the way...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SFCbNA_dyzI/AAAAAAAABLM/NRoW78DzgPM/s1600-h/IMG_5598.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SFCbNA_dyzI/AAAAAAAABLM/NRoW78DzgPM/s320/IMG_5598.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210835416774462258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A crazy fog that blew in after a torrential down pouring of rain...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SFCbIwgzuqI/AAAAAAAABLE/D4A633ff_94/s1600-h/IMG_5601.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SFCbIwgzuqI/AAAAAAAABLE/D4A633ff_94/s320/IMG_5601.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210835343631432354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SFCbGBn4C5I/AAAAAAAABK8/zkYblTVWya8/s1600-h/IMG_5609.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SFCbGBn4C5I/AAAAAAAABK8/zkYblTVWya8/s320/IMG_5609.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210835296684870546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And at the end of the day... we got back to our hostel and tried to blend in with the other 20-something-year-olds loitering all around...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SFCa35gJo4I/AAAAAAAABKc/FvB3IBLCu2o/s1600-h/IMG_5646.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SFCa35gJo4I/AAAAAAAABKc/FvB3IBLCu2o/s320/IMG_5646.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210835053986816898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SFCazsJum5I/AAAAAAAABKU/d5CNACFKfjw/s1600-h/IMG_5647.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SFCazsJum5I/AAAAAAAABKU/d5CNACFKfjw/s320/IMG_5647.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210834981683633042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Though mostly we just made friends with the lovely barmaids...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SFCa7J5HNNI/AAAAAAAABKk/O0aZElWCsDA/s1600-h/IMG_5642.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SFCa7J5HNNI/AAAAAAAABKk/O0aZElWCsDA/s320/IMG_5642.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210835109926089938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SFCavv7q4HI/AAAAAAAABKM/f7Oxi0XhSss/s1600-h/IMG_5653.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SFCavv7q4HI/AAAAAAAABKM/f7Oxi0XhSss/s320/IMG_5653.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210834913978933362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A good good day.  What else can I say???&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/485887008761467316-5060320731150150784?l=notesfromtheskye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notesfromtheskye.blogspot.com/feeds/5060320731150150784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=485887008761467316&amp;postID=5060320731150150784' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/485887008761467316/posts/default/5060320731150150784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/485887008761467316/posts/default/5060320731150150784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notesfromtheskye.blogspot.com/2008/06/wine-wine-wine.html' title='All you do is wine, wine, wine'/><author><name>Lisa Skye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02461909846344650849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/R8445Vy-MLI/AAAAAAAAAAM/cjALXkTs2kw/S220/Lisa+at+the+border.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SFCcd201vEI/AAAAAAAABNc/FNcfQxOdwlM/s72-c/IMG_5505.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-485887008761467316.post-6602111536891596807</id><published>2008-06-10T14:19:00.025-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T22:37:39.831-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Winelands... (not to be confused with "Wine Country" we find in the USA)</title><content type='html'>On "Day Three" of our South African Adventure, Rubina and I hopped in our little "cherry" (as we liked to fondly refer to our rental pinto-like vehicle) and drove a whopping 30 minutes outside of Cape Town ... where we arrived in &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Stellenbosch"&gt;Stellenbosch&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; -- home to the &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;University of Stellenbosch&lt;/span&gt; and also well-known for its yummy wineries... like this one...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SE7fyNkoYeI/AAAAAAAABJc/tz4y0T2gQ_Q/s1600-h/IMG_5370.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SE7fyNkoYeI/AAAAAAAABJc/tz4y0T2gQ_Q/s320/IMG_5370.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210347872643998178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.spierwines.co.za/spier_wines/home/index.jsp"&gt;Spier&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SE7froWg5_I/AAAAAAAABJU/1h6qz3IUNPw/s1600-h/IMG_5373.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SE7froWg5_I/AAAAAAAABJU/1h6qz3IUNPw/s1600-h/IMG_5373.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SE7froWg5_I/AAAAAAAABJU/1h6qz3IUNPw/s320/IMG_5373.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210347759573460978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Where they had a Cheetah Outreach facility on premises...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SE7fnKwmNeI/AAAAAAAABJM/cCE46DyBCT8/s1600-h/IMG_5386.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SE7fnKwmNeI/AAAAAAAABJM/cCE46DyBCT8/s320/IMG_5386.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210347682910320098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SE7fjQYQIUI/AAAAAAAABJE/EMWV8mSrwNs/s1600-h/IMG_5390.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SE7fjQYQIUI/AAAAAAAABJE/EMWV8mSrwNs/s320/IMG_5390.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210347615699345730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pet Cheetahs?  Rubina and I were game...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SE7fgKFnsOI/AAAAAAAABI8/arBQ800DGCg/s1600-h/IMG_5399.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SE7fgKFnsOI/AAAAAAAABI8/arBQ800DGCg/s320/IMG_5399.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210347562470977762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SE7fc7i9itI/AAAAAAAABI0/8LXGxhwtJBw/s1600-h/IMG_5403.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SE7fc7i9itI/AAAAAAAABI0/8LXGxhwtJBw/s320/IMG_5403.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210347507027905234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SE7fIlzdGSI/AAAAAAAABIs/4VIggwFtmlI/s1600-h/IMG_5407.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SE7fIlzdGSI/AAAAAAAABIs/4VIggwFtmlI/s320/IMG_5407.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210347157594118434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And the Cheetahs were sooo cute...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SE7hz02CQDI/AAAAAAAABJ8/G43tKHuX46g/s1600-h/IMG_5401.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SE7hz02CQDI/AAAAAAAABJ8/G43tKHuX46g/s320/IMG_5401.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210350099389104178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And soft...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SE7hqLy5alI/AAAAAAAABJ0/q-o4q7gfWZE/s1600-h/IMG_5413.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SE7hqLy5alI/AAAAAAAABJ0/q-o4q7gfWZE/s320/IMG_5413.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210349933751265874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SE7hF56wW5I/AAAAAAAABJs/Sw6IZhxuC-A/s1600-h/IMG_5417.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SE7hF56wW5I/AAAAAAAABJs/Sw6IZhxuC-A/s320/IMG_5417.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210349310477097874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And cuddly...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SE7goe4QFGI/AAAAAAAABJk/hm2WPKUJi0c/s1600-h/IMG_5418.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SE7goe4QFGI/AAAAAAAABJk/hm2WPKUJi0c/s320/IMG_5418.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210348805002630242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And look!  This Cheetah had a spot in the shape of a HEART ... perfect for my next batch of Valentine's Day cards  :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SE7fE1wlTkI/AAAAAAAABIk/7uBm05Cj3W0/s1600-h/IMG_5408.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SE7fE1wlTkI/AAAAAAAABIk/7uBm05Cj3W0/s320/IMG_5408.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210347093157563970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After petting the friendly Cheetahs, we made our way over to the lake and had ourselves a little picnic with our new little friends...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SE7e7OWvxbI/AAAAAAAABIU/6ab0x4MEIY4/s1600-h/IMG_5445.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SE7e7OWvxbI/AAAAAAAABIU/6ab0x4MEIY4/s320/IMG_5445.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210346927961392562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SE7e25-quaI/AAAAAAAABIM/4I-HoSsCJY8/s1600-h/IMG_5450.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SE7e25-quaI/AAAAAAAABIM/4I-HoSsCJY8/s320/IMG_5450.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210346853772212642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SE7ezGqx3wI/AAAAAAAABIE/JOCyCb-z5QA/s1600-h/IMG_5452.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SE7ezGqx3wI/AAAAAAAABIE/JOCyCb-z5QA/s320/IMG_5452.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210346788458979074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also blog-worthy, in my opinion, was this woman carrying her son in a towel tied tightly across her body...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SE7evJbJ0TI/AAAAAAAABH8/miyKD0RySyo/s1600-h/IMG_5481.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SE7evJbJ0TI/AAAAAAAABH8/miyKD0RySyo/s320/IMG_5481.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210346720479269170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't tell you how many women we saw carrying their children like this along the way.  Who needs a Baby Bjorn when you've got Ralph Lauren I guess?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Another something we saw countless of were the sunsets like this one...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SE7er_aqqnI/AAAAAAAABH0/YZ65N2VlmEk/s1600-h/IMG_5486.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SE7er_aqqnI/AAAAAAAABH0/YZ65N2VlmEk/s320/IMG_5486.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210346666253265522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Beautiful colors and rays of sunlight bursting through the clouds were an almost nightly occurrence... wow!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Later that night and after checking into our hostel, we ventured back to Spier to have dinner in their restaurant - Moyo.  Ironically, Moyo had been recommended by my friend Kailah the week prior when I was back in New York.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Moyo features face painting while you dine...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SE7en04vo1I/AAAAAAAABHs/sQy48bWPcg4/s1600-h/IMG_5499.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SE7en04vo1I/AAAAAAAABHs/sQy48bWPcg4/s320/IMG_5499.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210346594707153746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SE7ekYslluI/AAAAAAAABHk/aaKTnr-Qc_w/s1600-h/IMG_5500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SE7ekYslluI/AAAAAAAABHk/aaKTnr-Qc_w/s320/IMG_5500.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210346535600363234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And an unusually semi-authentic variety of African Dance performance...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SE7efD4-z8I/AAAAAAAABHc/aXQA7R43bn4/s1600-h/IMG_5504.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SE7efD4-z8I/AAAAAAAABHc/aXQA7R43bn4/s320/IMG_5504.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210346444115857346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All I'm sayin' is... Hmmmmmmmmmm -- and dang those afros were BIG!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tomorrow... our Stellenbosch Wine Tasting Tour Extranaganzzzzzzzzza....&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&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/485887008761467316-6602111536891596807?l=notesfromtheskye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notesfromtheskye.blogspot.com/feeds/6602111536891596807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=485887008761467316&amp;postID=6602111536891596807' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/485887008761467316/posts/default/6602111536891596807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/485887008761467316/posts/default/6602111536891596807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notesfromtheskye.blogspot.com/2008/06/winelands-not-to-be-confused-with-wine.html' title='The Winelands... (not to be confused with &quot;Wine Country&quot; we find in the USA)'/><author><name>Lisa Skye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02461909846344650849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/R8445Vy-MLI/AAAAAAAAAAM/cjALXkTs2kw/S220/Lisa+at+the+border.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SE7fyNkoYeI/AAAAAAAABJc/tz4y0T2gQ_Q/s72-c/IMG_5370.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-485887008761467316.post-4703345568557970193</id><published>2008-06-09T15:57:00.034-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T16:50:00.029-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Cape Town - Day One</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I know that sometimes pictures say a 1000 words so my next big effort is going to be uploading a TON of the photos Rubina and I took in South Africa during the 10 days we were there.  I hope you enjoy them as much as I do!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Day One... May 17th @ 8am I fly into Cape Town on a big jet plane like so...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SE2bamTo4JI/AAAAAAAABHU/w4aoMnNMwNI/s1600-h/IMG_5166.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SE2bamTo4JI/AAAAAAAABHU/w4aoMnNMwNI/s320/IMG_5166.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209991225199354002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I see a mountain range in the distance from the runway and I sense I've got some beautiful sights in store...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SE2bWdjNxhI/AAAAAAAABHM/NrYBAjHZr84/s1600-h/IMG_5167.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SE2bWdjNxhI/AAAAAAAABHM/NrYBAjHZr84/s320/IMG_5167.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209991154129290770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My longtime friend Bill (who lives in North Carolina but happens to be in town looking for a possible place to buy and settle into for the next few years) picks Rubina up at her hotel and then they come grab me from the airport together...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SE2bRMC4okI/AAAAAAAABHE/HlxUO-MsVeI/s1600-h/IMG_5171.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SE2bRMC4okI/AAAAAAAABHE/HlxUO-MsVeI/s320/IMG_5171.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209991063530938946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rubina is beautiful as ever, even when she makes goofy faces (she had arrived in Cape Town the night before... at the end of three months of travel in Africa and weeks of extremely limited internet access, she decided to pull an all-nighter writing emails to friends and family filling them all in on her amazing adventures) on zero sleep...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SE2bMYaimsI/AAAAAAAABG8/KZUjTd2ojTw/s1600-h/IMG_5173.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SE2bMYaimsI/AAAAAAAABG8/KZUjTd2ojTw/s320/IMG_5173.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209990980952038082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They tell me this mountain that overlooks the city of Cape Town is called the "Lion's Rump" and I think they are pulling my leg...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SE2bHgVbyfI/AAAAAAAABG0/z80hUxjHcUg/s1600-h/IMG_5179.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SE2bHgVbyfI/AAAAAAAABG0/z80hUxjHcUg/s320/IMG_5179.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209990897178757618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I later find out they weren't joking.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Weird.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We decide to find a hotel later in the day and immediately start a drive down the coast to what is sometimes mistakenly referred to as "the southern-most point of Africa", &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cape_Point"&gt;Cape Point&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; "&gt;.  It's a windy day and there's a good bit of mist off the coast...  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SE2bDg1v74I/AAAAAAAABGs/3jVy4jXeSwk/s1600-h/IMG_5194.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SE2bDg1v74I/AAAAAAAABGs/3jVy4jXeSwk/s320/IMG_5194.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209990828594818946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SE2a-sxbV5I/AAAAAAAABGk/F7CiCpKd3QM/s1600-h/IMG_5196.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SE2a-sxbV5I/AAAAAAAABGk/F7CiCpKd3QM/s320/IMG_5196.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209990745898571666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As we make our way south, the mist clears and the views are stunning...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SE2a6ULrPoI/AAAAAAAABGc/F9382bOFQuQ/s1600-h/IMG_5209.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SE2a6ULrPoI/AAAAAAAABGc/F9382bOFQuQ/s320/IMG_5209.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209990670578302594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SE2a17KfstI/AAAAAAAABGU/K_uD2Rx3swI/s1600-h/IMG_5232.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SE2a17KfstI/AAAAAAAABGU/K_uD2Rx3swI/s320/IMG_5232.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209990595142988498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We arrive at Table Mountain National Park and start getting excited for what we are about to see...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SE2axeyHI1I/AAAAAAAABGM/gIMYZTOHJpE/s1600-h/IMG_5257.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SE2axeyHI1I/AAAAAAAABGM/gIMYZTOHJpE/s320/IMG_5257.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209990518805046098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;More breathtaking views of the Atlantic...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SE2asZbwelI/AAAAAAAABGE/9jonxIn-9yg/s1600-h/IMG_5268.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SE2asZbwelI/AAAAAAAABGE/9jonxIn-9yg/s320/IMG_5268.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209990431469763154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SE2aod_gSqI/AAAAAAAABF8/FKJCxB44YR4/s1600-h/IMG_5270.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SE2aod_gSqI/AAAAAAAABF8/FKJCxB44YR4/s320/IMG_5270.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209990363973962402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SE2ajNujdNI/AAAAAAAABF0/hUGi_rcfp_A/s1600-h/IMG_5273.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SE2ajNujdNI/AAAAAAAABF0/hUGi_rcfp_A/s320/IMG_5273.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209990273708553426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is one of my absolute favorite shots from the entire trip...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SE2ad2NPpvI/AAAAAAAABFs/72vZwwqMnnw/s1600-h/IMG_5285.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SE2ad2NPpvI/AAAAAAAABFs/72vZwwqMnnw/s320/IMG_5285.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209990181495482098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think I even purchased a postcard or two with these commonly spotted red flowers on them.  Gorgeous!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We made our way up these steps...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SE2aYUpvzTI/AAAAAAAABFk/YnmqSFCkCHk/s1600-h/IMG_5292.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SE2aYUpvzTI/AAAAAAAABFk/YnmqSFCkCHk/s320/IMG_5292.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209990086588878130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To the lighthouse at the top...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SE2aTOGEQ6I/AAAAAAAABFc/28uVM-sU238/s1600-h/IMG_5295.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SE2aTOGEQ6I/AAAAAAAABFc/28uVM-sU238/s320/IMG_5295.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209989998929265570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And then slowly took in some of the most spectacular scenery I think I have ever been witness to...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SE2aNPhpWZI/AAAAAAAABFU/mdzj9ZvoSdI/s1600-h/IMG_5298.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SE2aNPhpWZI/AAAAAAAABFU/mdzj9ZvoSdI/s320/IMG_5298.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209989896234162578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SE2aI2DQ_7I/AAAAAAAABFM/z6JdGkkzbaU/s1600-h/IMG_5299.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SE2aI2DQ_7I/AAAAAAAABFM/z6JdGkkzbaU/s320/IMG_5299.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209989820676374450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SE2aEZR2lLI/AAAAAAAABFE/cdCUEHnaG28/s1600-h/IMG_5305.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SE2aEZR2lLI/AAAAAAAABFE/cdCUEHnaG28/s320/IMG_5305.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209989744233452722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then we took a little train back down and got in our car to head for a bite to eat...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SE2aAE3JAxI/AAAAAAAABE8/D268wAjEXT8/s1600-h/IMG_5308.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SE2aAE3JAxI/AAAAAAAABE8/D268wAjEXT8/s320/IMG_5308.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209989670033228562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We ended up finding a cute little B&amp;amp;B that I highly recommend if ever you venture into Cape Town yourself.  Our room looked out to the city's well-known fixture in the sky, Table Mountain, and breakfast was served in this cute little room where you see Rubina below...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SE2Zm_jW7YI/AAAAAAAABEM/MvYJ8qNM4DA/s1600-h/IMG_5335.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SE2Zm_jW7YI/AAAAAAAABEM/MvYJ8qNM4DA/s320/IMG_5335.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209989239111347586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SE2Zj8n6PSI/AAAAAAAABEE/fuEClsf-kLc/s1600-h/IMG_5338.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SE2Zj8n6PSI/AAAAAAAABEE/fuEClsf-kLc/s320/IMG_5338.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209989186785525026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This was the common living room...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SE2ZgTZY3-I/AAAAAAAABD8/eBHmB1CUpok/s1600-h/IMG_5340.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SE2ZgTZY3-I/AAAAAAAABD8/eBHmB1CUpok/s320/IMG_5340.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209989124179156962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The pool that overlooked the city...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SE2ZdL-HQmI/AAAAAAAABD0/WmxyvsVLnm0/s1600-h/IMG_5344.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SE2ZdL-HQmI/AAAAAAAABD0/WmxyvsVLnm0/s320/IMG_5344.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209989070646100578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A cute little courtyard...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SE2ZYDmiw2I/AAAAAAAABDs/i82ofYa0fXQ/s1600-h/IMG_5347.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SE2ZYDmiw2I/AAAAAAAABDs/i82ofYa0fXQ/s320/IMG_5347.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209988982500410210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And the entrance down below...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SE2ZUaL8QyI/AAAAAAAABDk/uklRWVI78Cg/s1600-h/IMG_5350.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SE2ZUaL8QyI/AAAAAAAABDk/uklRWVI78Cg/s320/IMG_5350.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209988919843373858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was called &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dewaterkanthouse.com/"&gt;De Waterkant House&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and you can click here for more research delights :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Next stop... the Wine Lands... Stellenbosch...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SE2ZRLS9jwI/AAAAAAAABDc/DimkrsYEKb4/s1600-h/IMG_5363.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SE2ZRLS9jwI/AAAAAAAABDc/DimkrsYEKb4/s320/IMG_5363.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209988864306679554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cheers!!!&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/485887008761467316-4703345568557970193?l=notesfromtheskye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notesfromtheskye.blogspot.com/feeds/4703345568557970193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=485887008761467316&amp;postID=4703345568557970193' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/485887008761467316/posts/default/4703345568557970193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/485887008761467316/posts/default/4703345568557970193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notesfromtheskye.blogspot.com/2008/06/cape-town-day-one.html' title='Cape Town - Day One'/><author><name>Lisa Skye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02461909846344650849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/R8445Vy-MLI/AAAAAAAAAAM/cjALXkTs2kw/S220/Lisa+at+the+border.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SE2bamTo4JI/AAAAAAAABHU/w4aoMnNMwNI/s72-c/IMG_5166.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-485887008761467316.post-1432734979480020789</id><published>2008-06-08T15:11:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T00:54:21.977-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I am the architect of my destiny.</title><content type='html'>This one's for my Architect friend Ian... in more ways than one  ;)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the event you didn't grab the May 2008 &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Vanity Fair&lt;/span&gt; issue with Madonna on the cover...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SEy-S05RIpI/AAAAAAAABDM/1NohvDzxLXs/s1600-h/Vanity+Fair.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SEy-S05RIpI/AAAAAAAABDM/1NohvDzxLXs/s320/Vanity+Fair.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209748099606586002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to take some time to tell you how much I loved the spread they featured last month...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SEy-heD-LSI/AAAAAAAABDU/p5yDocTM5q0/s1600-h/Madonnarama.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SEy-heD-LSI/AAAAAAAABDU/p5yDocTM5q0/s320/Madonnarama.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209748351175503138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rich Cohen conducted the interview and shared some poignant notes that really resonated with me.  Naturally, I am inclined to share...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Madonna:&lt;/span&gt;  Do you have a daughter?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt;  No, I have three sons.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;[Madonna looks at me accusingly.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt;  I didn't choose it.  It just happened.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Madonna:&lt;/span&gt;  Mm-hmm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt;  So who's making the decision?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Madonna: &lt;/span&gt; You are, you and the missus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt;  About what kind of kids we want?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Madonna:&lt;/span&gt;  You chose it.  Your soul chose it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me: &lt;/span&gt; No.  Do you believe that?  That my insides wanted boys?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Madonna:&lt;/span&gt;  Unconsciously.  Yes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me:  &lt;/span&gt;I kind of like the idea, three sons -- it's like having a little army out in the woods.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Madonna:&lt;/span&gt;  And all the work they can do, and you can teach them carpentry and then build houses for you in Old Greenwich, or wherever you live.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I asked Madonna about Kabbalah.  She looked at me as if to gauge the nature of my interest, then spoke.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;"A lot of people join the group, but don't know why," Madonna said.  "I was raised a Catholic and was never encouraged to ask questions, or understand the deeper meanings or mystical implications of the New Testament or the history of Jesus, or the fact that he was Jewish, or anything, you know?  So I rejected that, because who wants to go through life being told you do things because you do things?  When I started going to classes and studying [Kabbalah], I did it out of curiosity.  I was told it was the mystical interpretation of the Old Testament."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;She said Kabbalah is a philosophy, a way of understanding, lessons.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;"Like what?" I asked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;She said, "One is that we are all responsible for our actions, our behavior, and our words, and we must take responsibility for everything we say and do.  When you get your head wrapped around that, you can no longer think of life as a series of random events -- you participate in life in a way you didn't previously.  I am the architect of my destiny.  I am in charge.  I bring that to me, or I push that away.  You can no longer blame other people for things that happened to you."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;"The other is that there is order in the universe, even though it looks like chaos.  We separate the world into categories: this is good and this is bad. But life is set up to trick us.  It's a series of illusions we invest in.  And ultimately those investments don't serve our understanding, because physicality is always going to let you down, because physicality doesn't last."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Then she said, "If your joy is derived from what society thinks of you, you're always going to be disappointed."&lt;/span&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;I love Madonna.&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/485887008761467316-1432734979480020789?l=notesfromtheskye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notesfromtheskye.blogspot.com/feeds/1432734979480020789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=485887008761467316&amp;postID=1432734979480020789' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/485887008761467316/posts/default/1432734979480020789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/485887008761467316/posts/default/1432734979480020789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notesfromtheskye.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-am-architect-of-my-destiny.html' title='I am the architect of my destiny.'/><author><name>Lisa Skye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02461909846344650849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/R8445Vy-MLI/AAAAAAAAAAM/cjALXkTs2kw/S220/Lisa+at+the+border.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SEy-S05RIpI/AAAAAAAABDM/1NohvDzxLXs/s72-c/Vanity+Fair.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-485887008761467316.post-4287972463359746477</id><published>2008-06-08T11:22:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-08T11:32:23.035-05:00</updated><title type='text'>June 2008</title><content type='html'>If you would have asked me in June 2007 what I'd be doing in June 2008, the last thing I probably would have said is that I'll be putting my things in storage, buying some one-way tickets and setting off to travel the world... indefinitely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man it is CRAZY how all of life truly IS subject to change.  My daily affirmation for today, June 8th, reminded me of this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naturally, I would love to share it with you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"The process of living, for each of us, is pretty similar.  For every gain there is a setback.  For every success, a failure.  For every moment of joy, a time of sadness.  For every hope realized, one is dashed."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;   - Sue Atchley Ebaugh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The balance of events in our lives is much like the balance of nature.   The pendulum swings; every extreme condition is offset by its opposite, and we learn to appreciate its gifts of the bad times as well as the periods of rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On occasion we’ll discover that our course in life has changed direction. We need not be alarmed.  We are in caring hands.  Our every concern, every detail of our lives, will be taken care of, in the right way, at the right time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We can develop gratitude for all conditions, good or bad.  Each has its necessary place in our development as healthy, happy individuals.  We need the sorrows along with the joys if we are to gain new insights.   Our failures keep us humble; they remind us of our need for the care and guidance of others.  And for every hope dashed, we can remember, one will be realized.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Affirmation:&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Life is a process.  I will accept the variations with gratitude. Each, in its own way, blesses me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy Sunday...&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/485887008761467316-4287972463359746477?l=notesfromtheskye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notesfromtheskye.blogspot.com/feeds/4287972463359746477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=485887008761467316&amp;postID=4287972463359746477' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/485887008761467316/posts/default/4287972463359746477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/485887008761467316/posts/default/4287972463359746477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notesfromtheskye.blogspot.com/2008/06/june-2008.html' title='June 2008'/><author><name>Lisa Skye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02461909846344650849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/R8445Vy-MLI/AAAAAAAAAAM/cjALXkTs2kw/S220/Lisa+at+the+border.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-485887008761467316.post-6031021907869389353</id><published>2008-06-07T21:41:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-07T22:00:37.763-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Austin City Limits 2008</title><content type='html'>For those of you who aren't already "in the know"... Austin, Texas is the place to be in September because of a well-known little (ok BIG) festival called &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Austin City Limits&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3 days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8 stages.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;130 bands.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Need I say more?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some of this year's featured bands include Slighty Stoopid, Beck, David Byrne, Gnarls Barkley, Gogol Bordello*, G. Love &amp;amp; the Special Sauce, Blues Traveler and more more more!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Check out this link to learn more about where I'll be September 24-26, 2008...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.aclfestival.com/default.aspx"&gt;AUSTIN CITY LIMITS 2008&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And in the interim, check out this kick ass photo I took at ACL 2007...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SEtH30nk0aI/AAAAAAAABDE/P7hZcml78VI/s1600-h/We+Hate+Your+Hate.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SEtH30nk0aI/AAAAAAAABDE/P7hZcml78VI/s320/We+Hate+Your+Hate.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209336418327122338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Make love not war people.  Make love not war.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Feel the love...  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*For my NYC peeps... &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gogolbordello.com/home/"&gt;Gogol Bordello&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; is playing on June 20th in Brooklyn - grab tickets on Ticketmaster and join me there too!&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/485887008761467316-6031021907869389353?l=notesfromtheskye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notesfromtheskye.blogspot.com/feeds/6031021907869389353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=485887008761467316&amp;postID=6031021907869389353' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/485887008761467316/posts/default/6031021907869389353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/485887008761467316/posts/default/6031021907869389353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notesfromtheskye.blogspot.com/2008/06/austin-city-limits-2008.html' title='Austin City Limits 2008'/><author><name>Lisa Skye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02461909846344650849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/R8445Vy-MLI/AAAAAAAAAAM/cjALXkTs2kw/S220/Lisa+at+the+border.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SEtH30nk0aI/AAAAAAAABDE/P7hZcml78VI/s72-c/We+Hate+Your+Hate.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-485887008761467316.post-7298536972063622177</id><published>2008-06-05T20:50:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T20:51:50.583-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My new life motto...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SEiX_1dlxFI/AAAAAAAABC8/9NvZETfD6bQ/s1600-h/stop+worrying.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SEiX_1dlxFI/AAAAAAAABC8/9NvZETfD6bQ/s320/stop+worrying.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208580091992720466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&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/485887008761467316-7298536972063622177?l=notesfromtheskye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notesfromtheskye.blogspot.com/feeds/7298536972063622177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=485887008761467316&amp;postID=7298536972063622177' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/485887008761467316/posts/default/7298536972063622177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/485887008761467316/posts/default/7298536972063622177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notesfromtheskye.blogspot.com/2008/06/my-new-life-motto.html' title='My new life motto...'/><author><name>Lisa Skye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02461909846344650849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/R8445Vy-MLI/AAAAAAAAAAM/cjALXkTs2kw/S220/Lisa+at+the+border.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SEiX_1dlxFI/AAAAAAAABC8/9NvZETfD6bQ/s72-c/stop+worrying.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-485887008761467316.post-1674792257662329551</id><published>2008-06-05T19:17:00.025-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T20:42:47.632-05:00</updated><title type='text'>London Calling</title><content type='html'>On May 6th, I flew into New York City knowing there was a possibility my ex-boyfriend and I would rekindle our relationship that had ended six months prior.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On May 13th, I left New York City remembering that, indeed, "Timing Is Everything" and it seems the time for us to rekindle what we started just isn't right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is no question I was sad and even slightly caught off guard... yet, this &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Time Away With Me&lt;/span&gt; has given me the courage and strength to know that the best I can do when things don't go exactly as I had hoped is keep moving on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First stop... London, England.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A familiar sight (if you've been following since the beginning of my adventure)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SEiG61dlxEI/AAAAAAAABC0/Qx9DsoXZv2o/s1600-h/IMG_5044.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SEiG61dlxEI/AAAAAAAABC0/Qx9DsoXZv2o/s320/IMG_5044.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208561314395702338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me in the car service en route to JFK... where I boarded a British Airways flight... and was promptly upgraded to Business Class thanks to my dear friend Tim Ring who works for BA.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks Timmie!  I slept like a baby... abundance!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I landed around 8am and proceeded to the "World Traveler Arrivals Lounge" (suggested by  the man I sat next to on the plane) where I was able to shower, enjoy a complimentary breakfast and relax in the lounge while I waited for Elijah's and my check-in time of 2pm at the &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www1.hilton.com/en_US/hi/hotel/LONHITW-London-Hilton-on-Park-Lane-hotel/index.do"&gt;Hilton on Park Lane&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For those of you who aren't Heathrow savvy (like me)... I highly suggest taking the highly efficient &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Heathrow Express...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SEiG1FdlxCI/AAAAAAAABCk/CF9cbE9kSeM/s1600-h/IMG_5063.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SEiG1FdlxCI/AAAAAAAABCk/CF9cbE9kSeM/s320/IMG_5063.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208561215611454498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which takes you directly to Paddington Station (in approx 20min)...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SEiG4FdlxDI/AAAAAAAABCs/MblWKg0PSDA/s1600-h/IMG_5062.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SEiG4FdlxDI/AAAAAAAABCs/MblWKg0PSDA/s320/IMG_5062.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208561267151062066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SEiGx1dlxBI/AAAAAAAABCc/_wCmjWzEnyU/s1600-h/IMG_5066.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SEiGx1dlxBI/AAAAAAAABCc/_wCmjWzEnyU/s320/IMG_5066.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208561159776879634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Where you can hop into one of those adorable London taxis (how cute, right?!)...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SEiGu1dlxAI/AAAAAAAABCU/NwJVa3_ZgeE/s1600-h/IMG_5068.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SEiGu1dlxAI/AAAAAAAABCU/NwJVa3_ZgeE/s320/IMG_5068.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208561108237272066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And you can be on your way to your hotel in no time!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On this particular trip to London (my first since I was 13), I was fortunate enough to be meeting my best friend... the wildly talented, charming and delicious Elijah Selby... who works as a Wine Rep for &lt;a href="http://www.cartlidgeandbrowne.com/"&gt;C&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cartlidgeandbrowne.com/"&gt;artlidge &amp;amp; Browne Winery&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; in American Canyon, California (close to Sonoma).  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She travels quite frequently for work and only stays in Hilton hotels.  Hence, with points, we were able to secure two nights in the fabulous Hilton on Park Lane... where we had a killer view of the city from the 21st floor like so...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SEiGr1dlw_I/AAAAAAAABCM/6tIK8635KNc/s1600-h/IMG_5074.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SEiGr1dlw_I/AAAAAAAABCM/6tIK8635KNc/s320/IMG_5074.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208561056697664498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Overlooking Hyde Park...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SEiGpVdlw-I/AAAAAAAABCE/BzSTSp2bz8U/s1600-h/IMG_5078.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SEiGpVdlw-I/AAAAAAAABCE/BzSTSp2bz8U/s320/IMG_5078.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208561013747991522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was so stunning, we stayed in out room for lunch...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SEiGmFdlw9I/AAAAAAAABB8/FoKdbiYbv9Y/s1600-h/IMG_5081.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SEiGmFdlw9I/AAAAAAAABB8/FoKdbiYbv9Y/s320/IMG_5081.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208560957913416658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And caught up on girl talk (you know how ladies are!) and then primped for an easy night out on the town...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SEiGjVdlw8I/AAAAAAAABB0/iONy0REtzAs/s1600-h/IMG_5085.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SEiGjVdlw8I/AAAAAAAABB0/iONy0REtzAs/s1600-h/IMG_5085.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SEiGjVdlw8I/AAAAAAAABB0/iONy0REtzAs/s320/IMG_5085.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208560910668776386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ahem, how HOT is Elijah Selby?  I'm just askin' ... I'm not yellin' :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SEiGgVdlw7I/AAAAAAAABBs/9hlu_kQDZ6I/s1600-h/IMG_5092.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SEiGgVdlw7I/AAAAAAAABBs/9hlu_kQDZ6I/s320/IMG_5092.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208560859129168818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SEiGdVdlw6I/AAAAAAAABBk/hubyzYlWPyg/s1600-h/IMG_5096.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The next day... Elijah's friend Mikael flew in from Denmark to join us...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SEiGaVdlw5I/AAAAAAAABBc/CJeRghqEs5g/s1600-h/IMG_5097.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SEiGaVdlw5I/AAAAAAAABBc/CJeRghqEs5g/s320/IMG_5097.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208560756049953682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Naturally, we decided to do the MOST touristy thing we could find in London...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SEiGXVdlw4I/AAAAAAAABBU/ir33rpzgdRs/s1600-h/IMG_5107.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SEiGXVdlw4I/AAAAAAAABBU/ir33rpzgdRs/s320/IMG_5107.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208560704510346114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A double decker bus tour of the city!!  Check out our view....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SEiGRFdlw3I/AAAAAAAABBM/-ePlEZr-i8M/s1600-h/IMG_5113.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SEiGRFdlw3I/AAAAAAAABBM/-ePlEZr-i8M/s320/IMG_5113.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208560597136163698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And look!! It's Cheers... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SEiGMldlw2I/AAAAAAAABBE/rW-15WgtVxc/s1600-h/IMG_5114.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SEiGMldlw2I/AAAAAAAABBE/rW-15WgtVxc/s320/IMG_5114.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208560519826752354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And hey... &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Trafalgar_Square"&gt;Trafalgar Square&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SEiGJldlw1I/AAAAAAAABA8/rJIcu5QW90o/s1600-h/IMG_5118.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SEiGJldlw1I/AAAAAAAABA8/rJIcu5QW90o/s320/IMG_5118.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208560468287144786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The &lt;a href="http://www.londoneye.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;London Eye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SEiGGldlw0I/AAAAAAAABA0/SF3yjErnKQU/s1600-h/IMG_5126.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SEiGGldlw0I/AAAAAAAABA0/SF3yjErnKQU/s320/IMG_5126.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208560416747537218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A sad sad lion...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SEiGDVdlwzI/AAAAAAAABAs/ASYUpqOFdwQ/s1600-h/IMG_5134.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SEiGDVdlwzI/AAAAAAAABAs/ASYUpqOFdwQ/s320/IMG_5134.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208560360912962354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.towerbridge.org.uk/TowerBridge/English"&gt;Tower Bridge&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (though commonly referred to as the London Bridge, which it is not)...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SEiGAldlwyI/AAAAAAAABAk/DRQuAuGZs7s/s1600-h/IMG_5140.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SEiGAldlwyI/AAAAAAAABAk/DRQuAuGZs7s/s320/IMG_5140.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208560313668322082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And a building widely known as &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/30_St_Mary_Axe"&gt;The Gherkin&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SEiFdldlwvI/AAAAAAAABAM/mQ6EhuCfpYo/s1600-h/IMG_5147.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SEiFdldlwvI/AAAAAAAABAM/mQ6EhuCfpYo/s320/IMG_5147.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208559712372900594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Which resembles a, well, ok... never mind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes, that was the joke of the day :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And last but not least, our evening ended (after 1am because we're troopers) with drinks at a local London pub - where we met Elijah's friend Elliott (on the bottom)...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SEiFuFdlwwI/AAAAAAAABAU/ZVgt14-I4jk/s1600-h/IMG_5151.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SEiFuFdlwwI/AAAAAAAABAU/ZVgt14-I4jk/s320/IMG_5151.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208559995840742146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who was the tour guide extraordinaire.  He took us to have AWESOME fish &amp;amp; chips first.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks Elliott!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok... next stop... Cape Town, South Africa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fasten your seat belts and get ready... because the fun is about to begin!!!&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/485887008761467316-1674792257662329551?l=notesfromtheskye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notesfromtheskye.blogspot.com/feeds/1674792257662329551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=485887008761467316&amp;postID=1674792257662329551' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/485887008761467316/posts/default/1674792257662329551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/485887008761467316/posts/default/1674792257662329551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notesfromtheskye.blogspot.com/2008/06/london-calling.html' title='London Calling'/><author><name>Lisa Skye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02461909846344650849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/R8445Vy-MLI/AAAAAAAAAAM/cjALXkTs2kw/S220/Lisa+at+the+border.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SEiG61dlxEI/AAAAAAAABC0/Qx9DsoXZv2o/s72-c/IMG_5044.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-485887008761467316.post-2980835973975831852</id><published>2008-06-05T18:52:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T20:48:07.994-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Have a Great Day</title><content type='html'>This morning my best friend Elijah Selby sent me this quote...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"I take nothing for granted.  I now have only good days, or great days."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;   ---  Lance Armstrong    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After having experienced the unexpected and painful loss of my father on Valentine's Day 2004, there is no question I have come to appreciate each and every day of my life exponentially more than I ever had before his death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I imagine Lance Armstrong is referring to this greater sense of gratitude he feels after having come so close to dying himself.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My friends, may we LIVE all the days of our lives and give great THANKS for all we have...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lots of love to you on this day,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lisa&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/485887008761467316-2980835973975831852?l=notesfromtheskye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notesfromtheskye.blogspot.com/feeds/2980835973975831852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=485887008761467316&amp;postID=2980835973975831852' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/485887008761467316/posts/default/2980835973975831852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/485887008761467316/posts/default/2980835973975831852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notesfromtheskye.blogspot.com/2008/06/have-great-day.html' title='Have a Great Day'/><author><name>Lisa Skye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02461909846344650849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/R8445Vy-MLI/AAAAAAAAAAM/cjALXkTs2kw/S220/Lisa+at+the+border.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-485887008761467316.post-6033669778462674792</id><published>2008-05-27T05:04:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T05:25:55.186-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't Worry, Be Happy</title><content type='html'>Rubina (who says to say "Hello to the World") and I are in Jeffrey's Bay, South Africa ... a super cute little surfer town ... about to hit the road and head back to Cape Town.  It should take us about 10 hours to drive back, given the fact that we need to stop at &lt;a href="http://www.faceadrenalin.com/"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bloukrans Face Adrenalin Bungy Jump&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, the World's Highest Bungy Jump, in Storms River on our way back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have to grab photos and DVDs from our jump...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup.  That's right.  Rubina and I jumped off the middle of this bridge on Saturday afternoon...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SDve3devORI/AAAAAAAAA_8/Ct6wFiUzkU8/s1600-h/Bridge.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204998838744463634" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SDve3devORI/AAAAAAAAA_8/Ct6wFiUzkU8/s320/Bridge.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is 216m high and the bungy drops you a whopping 190m down into the gorge (meaning you are only 26m off the ground below you).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still CANNOT believe I did it and it is WITHOUT A DOUBT the scariest thing I have ever done in my entire life.  More frightening than diving the Blue Hole in Belize.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More on this and KILLER photos to come soon -- I PROMISE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the interim, this is the message we found (and wanted to share) on our "Huletts" SunSweet Brown Sugar package this morning...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happiness is perfume, you can't pour it on somebody else without gettting a few drops on yourself.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you had a wonderful Memorial Day weekend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Tuesday... :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/485887008761467316-6033669778462674792?l=notesfromtheskye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notesfromtheskye.blogspot.com/feeds/6033669778462674792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=485887008761467316&amp;postID=6033669778462674792' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/485887008761467316/posts/default/6033669778462674792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/485887008761467316/posts/default/6033669778462674792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notesfromtheskye.blogspot.com/2008/05/dont-worry-be-happy.html' title='Don&apos;t Worry, Be Happy'/><author><name>Lisa Skye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02461909846344650849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/R8445Vy-MLI/AAAAAAAAAAM/cjALXkTs2kw/S220/Lisa+at+the+border.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SDve3devORI/AAAAAAAAA_8/Ct6wFiUzkU8/s72-c/Bridge.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-485887008761467316.post-6025223118465429143</id><published>2008-05-23T11:59:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-23T12:43:58.797-05:00</updated><title type='text'>May 22, 2008</title><content type='html'>Yesterday would have been my father Hank's 60th birthday...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He loved boating, diving and spearing fish. He also had a tendancy for close encounters with sharks :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In his honor and because the weather was terrible on Tuesday, Rubina and I drove to Gansbaii (South Africa) to experience the world famous &lt;em&gt;Great White Shark Cage Dives&lt;/em&gt; first hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went out with the appropriately named &lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sharkcagediving.co.za/"&gt;White Shark Diving Company&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, which is where I grabbed a few shots for you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SDb_o9evONI/AAAAAAAAA_c/jrLwDwTeohc/s1600-h/Shark1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203627498636523730" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SDb_o9evONI/AAAAAAAAA_c/jrLwDwTeohc/s320/Shark1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SDb_09evOOI/AAAAAAAAA_k/t2Ih5Wrlrnc/s1600-h/Shark2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203627704794953954" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SDb_09evOOI/AAAAAAAAA_k/t2Ih5Wrlrnc/s320/Shark2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SDb_79evOPI/AAAAAAAAA_s/9JKlJc2nruQ/s1600-h/Shark3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203627825054038258" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SDb_79evOPI/AAAAAAAAA_s/9JKlJc2nruQ/s320/Shark3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We saw 5-6 Great White Sharks that were, on average, about 10-11 feet long... and it was actually surprisingly peaceful watching these huges creatures thrash back and forth against the cage (two feet from my body) as they tried to snatch the huge tuna fish heads the skippers tossed on lines into the water next to us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have access to wireless and so I can't upload any pics conveniently YET but you can rest assured they are... COMING SOON!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the interim... I can tell you we left the dive in one piece (all fingers and toes in tact - with only a small cut from the cage on my right hand) and took this pic at approx 6pm last night...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SDb6iNevOMI/AAAAAAAAA_U/RdGf3tRPxjI/s1600-h/sunset.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203621885114267842" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SDb6iNevOMI/AAAAAAAAA_U/RdGf3tRPxjI/s320/sunset.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sun was going down over the mountains in the distance. We were driving to Mossel Bay, the first stop along our drive on the famous &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sa-venues.com/garden_route.htm"&gt;"Garden Route"&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; of South Africa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SDcBXdevOQI/AAAAAAAAA_0/SfI5Nvy42ak/s1600-h/gardenroute.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203629397012068610" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SDcBXdevOQI/AAAAAAAAA_0/SfI5Nvy42ak/s320/gardenroute.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We passed herds of sheep, cows and horses along the way, the temperature was in the mid 60s and the night sky was magnificent!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is good... and it is sooooo good to be traveling with a good friend!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/485887008761467316-6025223118465429143?l=notesfromtheskye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notesfromtheskye.blogspot.com/feeds/6025223118465429143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=485887008761467316&amp;postID=6025223118465429143' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/485887008761467316/posts/default/6025223118465429143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/485887008761467316/posts/default/6025223118465429143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notesfromtheskye.blogspot.com/2008/05/may-22-2008.html' title='May 22, 2008'/><author><name>Lisa Skye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02461909846344650849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/R8445Vy-MLI/AAAAAAAAAAM/cjALXkTs2kw/S220/Lisa+at+the+border.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SDb_o9evONI/AAAAAAAAA_c/jrLwDwTeohc/s72-c/Shark1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-485887008761467316.post-6884181766984338543</id><published>2008-05-23T11:39:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-23T11:51:28.735-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Quote of the Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"I'm sick of following my dreams. I'm just going to ask them where they're going and hook up with them later."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; --- From Rubina's and my South Africa guidebook called &lt;em&gt;Coast to Coast, The Definitive Guide to Backpacking Southern Africa&lt;/em&gt; (&lt;a href="http://www.coastingafrica.com/"&gt;http://www.coastingafrica.com/&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loved this one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you're having a ggrreeeaaattttt day :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love...&lt;br /&gt;Lisa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/485887008761467316-6884181766984338543?l=notesfromtheskye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notesfromtheskye.blogspot.com/feeds/6884181766984338543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=485887008761467316&amp;postID=6884181766984338543' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/485887008761467316/posts/default/6884181766984338543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/485887008761467316/posts/default/6884181766984338543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notesfromtheskye.blogspot.com/2008/05/quote-of-day.html' title='Quote of the Day'/><author><name>Lisa Skye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02461909846344650849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/R8445Vy-MLI/AAAAAAAAAAM/cjALXkTs2kw/S220/Lisa+at+the+border.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-485887008761467316.post-2262000800001137503</id><published>2008-05-19T04:58:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T16:33:57.548-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Schedules</title><content type='html'>Last week my boss Richard emailed me and asked "How's that Safari?".  I wrote back and said "I fly to Africa on Friday".  He replied, "Oh, so you're off schedule".&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Indeed.  This is what I am finding about extended travel... and life...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sometimes things don't go according to schedule.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So what I'm saying is... I know that, in theory, I should be posting photos of London before this entry (and not to worry those will come) but instead... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is the link to the little B&amp;amp;B Rubina and I stayed in for the last two nights... &lt;a href="http://www.dewaterkanthouse.com/index.html"&gt;De Waterkant House&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We stayed in the "Elegant" Signal Hill Room... where the views of Cape Town, the sky and Table Mountain were beautiful!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are about to get picked up to go get our rental car and then we head to Stellenbosch (wine region) to go to a winery called Spear - where we can pet Cheetahs :) and then we will check into our hotel there for the next two nights.  We plan to do a tour of the wineries tomorrow and then we drive to the coast to go on our afternoon Great White Shark Dive on Wednesday afternoon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's a quick pic of what we saw along the coast just south of Cape Town on Day One (Saturday, May 17th)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SDFSDK4J38I/AAAAAAAAA-4/jcQfZjUjhJw/s1600-h/IMG_5298.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SDFSDK4J38I/AAAAAAAAA-4/jcQfZjUjhJw/s320/IMG_5298.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202029259002601410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say... it is stunning here...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SDFSaq4J39I/AAAAAAAAA_A/zaflfG4p-M0/s1600-h/IMG_5280.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SDFSaq4J39I/AAAAAAAAA_A/zaflfG4p-M0/s320/IMG_5280.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202029662729527250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Rubina and I are thrilled to be &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Vagabonding&lt;/span&gt; in South Africa together at last...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SDFS-64J3-I/AAAAAAAAA_I/LqXBSlT1hhU/s1600-h/IMG_5289.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SDFS-64J3-I/AAAAAAAAA_I/LqXBSlT1hhU/s320/IMG_5289.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202030285499785186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lots of love...............&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/485887008761467316-2262000800001137503?l=notesfromtheskye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notesfromtheskye.blogspot.com/feeds/2262000800001137503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=485887008761467316&amp;postID=2262000800001137503' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/485887008761467316/posts/default/2262000800001137503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/485887008761467316/posts/default/2262000800001137503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notesfromtheskye.blogspot.com/2008/05/schedules.html' title='Schedules'/><author><name>Lisa Skye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02461909846344650849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/R8445Vy-MLI/AAAAAAAAAAM/cjALXkTs2kw/S220/Lisa+at+the+border.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SDFSDK4J38I/AAAAAAAAA-4/jcQfZjUjhJw/s72-c/IMG_5298.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-485887008761467316.post-6306518526884513988</id><published>2008-05-18T12:44:00.039-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T16:34:22.641-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to the Big Apple</title><content type='html'>Admittedly it was slightly surreal to be back in N-Y-C after being away for almost 10 weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was the second time in the last 10 years I've been in this city while being (relatively speaking) "unemployed" and I found I was able to really enjoy it, just as a tourist would, for a brief time... or &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;one week&lt;/span&gt; to be exact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I flew in Tuesday morning... and thoroughly enjoyed looking out at the city skyline from my yellow cab...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SDCrNq4J3dI/AAAAAAAAA7A/NQ1tz52VDHg/s1600-h/IMG_4964.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SDCrNq4J3dI/AAAAAAAAA7A/NQ1tz52VDHg/s320/IMG_4964.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201845820949388754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the BQE heading to Brooklyn...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SDCrUq4J3eI/AAAAAAAAA7I/UnS42FlmOjI/s1600-h/IMG_4965.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SDCrUq4J3eI/AAAAAAAAA7I/UnS42FlmOjI/s320/IMG_4965.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201845941208473058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was feeling super excited to be in my magical apartment one last time before my new tenants move in on June 1st.  As you may recall, I've been missing my cushy Kingsdown mattress and the thought of curling up on it for another week made me happy!!  My building is the one that says "DUMBO" on top...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SDCrf64J3fI/AAAAAAAAA7Q/F3eLHmwLZXo/s1600-h/IMG_4967.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SDCrf64J3fI/AAAAAAAAA7Q/F3eLHmwLZXo/s320/IMG_4967.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201846134482001394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah yes, home sweet home :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Thursday (May 8th) my friend Amber Berry turned 40 and made the decision to spend the day doing some of the ticky tacky touristy things we all say we've never done after living in the Big Apple for nearly 10 years. Like heading up to 42nd Street to go to &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nycwax.com/"&gt;Madame Tusseuds Wax Museum&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, where you can see all the celebrities...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SDCr-a4J3gI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/Ogw-HPlVAtE/s1600-h/IMG_4968.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SDCr-a4J3gI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/Ogw-HPlVAtE/s320/IMG_4968.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201846658468011522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morgan Freeman and Woody Allen...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SDCsL64J3hI/AAAAAAAAA7g/pz1936kpWKE/s1600-h/IMG_4972.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SDCsL64J3hI/AAAAAAAAA7g/pz1936kpWKE/s320/IMG_4972.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201846890396245522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paris Hilton...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SDCsaK4J3iI/AAAAAAAAA7o/Vm0h7QShwaE/s1600-h/IMG_4974.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SDCsaK4J3iI/AAAAAAAAA7o/Vm0h7QShwaE/s320/IMG_4974.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201847135209381410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jessica Simpson (with Amber's husband Julian)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SDCsqa4J3jI/AAAAAAAAA7w/ZesHjEbDgwY/s1600-h/IMG_4975.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SDCsqa4J3jI/AAAAAAAAA7w/ZesHjEbDgwY/s320/IMG_4975.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201847414382255666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Don King...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SDCs2a4J3kI/AAAAAAAAA74/vdjaw-KiTD0/s1600-h/IMG_4983.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SDCs2a4J3kI/AAAAAAAAA74/vdjaw-KiTD0/s320/IMG_4983.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201847620540685890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was hilarious!!  Some of the statues are SO real you have to get up close to them to see that they're actually fake!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A word to the wise when you're in there... "Don't Stand Too Still"... you're bound to get poked by someone walking by when they think you're fake too!!  This happened to our sweet birthday girl at least once and it made for a good laugh  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the Wax Wonder Team...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SDCtHq4J3lI/AAAAAAAAA8A/NFJS0kgwD3Y/s1600-h/IMG_4986.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SDCtHq4J3lI/AAAAAAAAA8A/NFJS0kgwD3Y/s320/IMG_4986.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201847916893429330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me, Amber, Julian, Aleni and Stacey...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here's the birthday girl (and me) across the street at Chevy's (omg) where we went for chips, wings and a cocktails after the Museum...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SDCuBa4J3mI/AAAAAAAAA8I/Voe_ayaHLpM/s1600-h/IMG_4992.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SDCuBa4J3mI/AAAAAAAAA8I/Voe_ayaHLpM/s320/IMG_4992.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201848909030874722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SDCu364J3nI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/twf4ja6Gje4/s1600-h/IMG_4988.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SDCu364J3nI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/twf4ja6Gje4/s320/IMG_4988.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201849845333745266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ole!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterwards I met up with my friend Stacy Wilson and her man Jared...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SDCwcK4J3rI/AAAAAAAAA8w/R275WtU2tmM/s1600-h/IMG_4996.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SDCwcK4J3rI/AAAAAAAAA8w/R275WtU2tmM/s320/IMG_4996.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201851567615631026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.casellula.com/"&gt;Cassellula Cheese &amp;amp; Wine Bar&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, which is owned by my friend Brian Keyser (who I used to work with at Union Square Cafe) and becoming increasingly well-known for their fabulously decadent cheese pairings...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SDCwSa4J3qI/AAAAAAAAA8o/dTGO8vvglh0/s1600-h/IMG_4993.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SDCwSa4J3qI/AAAAAAAAA8o/dTGO8vvglh0/s320/IMG_4993.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201851400111906466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously folks.  They were featured in the New York Times as one of the city's hottest new wine &amp;amp; cheese bars last month in a spread on the COVER of the Dining Section!  If you haven't been, you must go.  The cheese selections are sensational... but really it's the pairings (or accompaniments) you get WITH the cheeses that make them shine.  The combinations are to die for.  Trust me... and say hi to Brian for me when you go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday night, my uber-talented Chef friend &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://nymag.com/daily/food/2008/04/ps450_volstead_and_vig_27_feel.html"&gt;Dominic Giuliano&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; picked me up at 8 (looking NYC dapper)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SDC0Y64J34I/AAAAAAAAA-Y/Vn2lu-Yi3NM/s1600-h/Dom+in+cab.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SDC0Y64J34I/AAAAAAAAA-Y/Vn2lu-Yi3NM/s320/Dom+in+cab.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201855909827567490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SDC0TK4J33I/AAAAAAAAA-Q/0S6fzpwkU1c/s1600-h/Me+%26+Dom+in+cab+**.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SDC0TK4J33I/AAAAAAAAA-Q/0S6fzpwkU1c/s320/Me+%26+Dom+in+cab+**.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201855811043319666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And treated me to my absolute all-time favorite sushi dinner in New York City at &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blueribbonrestaurants.com/restaurants.asp?nav=ln_rests_sushi_man&amp;amp;content=rests_sushi_man_main"&gt;Blue Ribbon Sushi&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SDCxKa4J3uI/AAAAAAAAA9I/8otlhL4F7ts/s1600-h/IMG_5007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SDCxKa4J3uI/AAAAAAAAA9I/8otlhL4F7ts/s320/IMG_5007.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201852362184580834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look how dope the presentations are...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SDC0yq4J35I/AAAAAAAAA-g/u5T8nqy6blw/s1600-h/Fish.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SDC0yq4J35I/AAAAAAAAA-g/u5T8nqy6blw/s320/Fish.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201856352209198994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SDC0_a4J36I/AAAAAAAAA-o/doDdO9tYp1w/s1600-h/Scallop.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SDC0_a4J36I/AAAAAAAAA-o/doDdO9tYp1w/s320/Scallop.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201856571252531106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were in heaven...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SDC2Rq4J37I/AAAAAAAAA-w/PdtHQJaTQ-k/s1600-h/Me+%26+Dom+with+Saki.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SDC2Rq4J37I/AAAAAAAAA-w/PdtHQJaTQ-k/s320/Me+%26+Dom+with+Saki.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201857984296771506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was in heaven...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SDCw-a4J3tI/AAAAAAAAA9A/HSztDMsw6Oc/s1600-h/IMG_5017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SDCw-a4J3tI/AAAAAAAAA9A/HSztDMsw6Oc/s320/IMG_5017.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201852156026150610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And having fun with Sushi :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Saturday morning, I met up with BENS (Boaz, Ella, Noa &amp;amp; Sue Gilad) for brunch...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SDCx2a4J3xI/AAAAAAAAA9g/DHDyhR5t5Rs/s1600-h/IMG_5021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SDCx2a4J3xI/AAAAAAAAA9g/DHDyhR5t5Rs/s320/IMG_5021.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201853118098824978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They treated me to a YUMMY vegetarian brunch in the East Village at a place call &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.caravanofdreams.net/"&gt;Caravan of Dreams&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sue &amp;amp; Boaz, who wrote a book called &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://search.barnesandnoble.com/Real-Estate-Millionaire/Boaz-Gilad/e/9780071465779"&gt;The Real Estate Millionaire&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, are two of the warmest people I know... not to mention they make a delicious couple... so in love after almost 10 years of marriage and two kids later (inspiring)!  It was great to reconnect after a few months away...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SDCyd64J30I/AAAAAAAAA94/n6yGPc08kTA/s1600-h/IMG_5025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SDCyd64J30I/AAAAAAAAA94/n6yGPc08kTA/s320/IMG_5025.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201853796703657794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SDCyXq4J3zI/AAAAAAAAA9w/woP8-J6CKVE/s1600-h/IMG_5024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SDCyXq4J3zI/AAAAAAAAA9w/woP8-J6CKVE/s320/IMG_5024.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201853689329475378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SDCyjK4J31I/AAAAAAAAA-A/Odveok7T1kU/s1600-h/IMG_5026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SDCyjK4J31I/AAAAAAAAA-A/Odveok7T1kU/s320/IMG_5026.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201853886897971026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or at least Sue &amp;amp; I enjoyed ourselves :)&lt;br /&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/485887008761467316-6306518526884513988?l=notesfromtheskye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notesfromtheskye.blogspot.com/feeds/6306518526884513988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=485887008761467316&amp;postID=6306518526884513988' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/485887008761467316/posts/default/6306518526884513988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/485887008761467316/posts/default/6306518526884513988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notesfromtheskye.blogspot.com/2008/05/back-to-big-apple.html' title='Back to the Big Apple'/><author><name>Lisa Skye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02461909846344650849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/R8445Vy-MLI/AAAAAAAAAAM/cjALXkTs2kw/S220/Lisa+at+the+border.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SDCrNq4J3dI/AAAAAAAAA7A/NQ1tz52VDHg/s72-c/IMG_4964.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-485887008761467316.post-7929997864871392741</id><published>2008-05-17T16:58:00.012-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-17T17:44:47.271-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ridiculously Rockin' Radiohead</title><content type='html'>Before I motored on back to NYC last Tuesday, I joined some friends for a Radiohead show in West Palm Beach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the event you have not ever seen &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.radiohead.com/deadairspace/"&gt;Radiohead&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, I HIGHLY recommend you do.   This was the second time I've seen them and all I can say is... WOW! Thom Yorke (the lead singer) is one talented dude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first time I saw them was maybe five years ago at Madison Square Garden.  I had virtually never even heard of them.  I was randomly invited at the last minute and, not knowing what I was in store for, I accepted the invitation.  I was equally impressed with them back then, not knowing the music, as I am now.  They just keep getting better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This particular show was in a huge outdoor amphitheater...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SC9b1q4J3WI/AAAAAAAAA6I/17N54YVLZIY/s1600-h/WIDE+SHOT.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SC9b1q4J3WI/AAAAAAAAA6I/17N54YVLZIY/s320/WIDE+SHOT.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201477072237223266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where we could sit and chill on the grass (like Amy &amp;amp; Ian)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SC9ehK4J3cI/AAAAAAAAA64/IyqNTR6y-lc/s1600-h/Amy+%26+Ian.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SC9ehK4J3cI/AAAAAAAAA64/IyqNTR6y-lc/s320/Amy+%26+Ian.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201480018584788418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And they served beer in cups made out of CORN (!!!) ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SC9b-K4J3XI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/_3MDO_NCVYk/s1600-h/Made+From+Corn+CUP.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SC9b-K4J3XI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/_3MDO_NCVYk/s320/Made+From+Corn+CUP.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201477218266111346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the hot dogs were, ummm, delicious...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SC9bta4J3VI/AAAAAAAAA6A/uNa8L_1coxA/s1600-h/Me+%26+Amy+with+hotdogs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SC9bta4J3VI/AAAAAAAAA6A/uNa8L_1coxA/s320/Me+%26+Amy+with+hotdogs.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201476930503302482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry kids, I couldn't resist taking this shot...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SC9bhK4J3UI/AAAAAAAAA54/nvT6fRr__z4/s1600-h/Ben+with+hotdog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SC9bhK4J3UI/AAAAAAAAA54/nvT6fRr__z4/s320/Ben+with+hotdog.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201476720049904962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's my friend Ian's buddy Ben being a good sport.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here he is flashing one of his funnier tattoos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SC9cGq4J3YI/AAAAAAAAA6Y/WC1unRko9fs/s1600-h/Tattoo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SC9cGq4J3YI/AAAAAAAAA6Y/WC1unRko9fs/s320/Tattoo.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201477364294999426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes. That is a mustache tattooed on the inside of his finger, my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bottom line... the show was killer.  Again.  The band's implementation of creative light and video projections throughout their shows make for off the hook vivid visual stimulation...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SC9clq4J3bI/AAAAAAAAA6w/N5fGBWFNN0w/s1600-h/Lights+CLOSEUP.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SC9clq4J3bI/AAAAAAAAA6w/N5fGBWFNN0w/s320/Lights+CLOSEUP.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201477896870944178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SC9cP64J3ZI/AAAAAAAAA6g/NzgpSl5nOUI/s1600-h/Dark+WIDE.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SC9cP64J3ZI/AAAAAAAAA6g/NzgpSl5nOUI/s320/Dark+WIDE.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201477523208789394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SC9cYq4J3aI/AAAAAAAAA6o/yUzRSq8SRCY/s1600-h/Lights+WIDE.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SC9cYq4J3aI/AAAAAAAAA6o/yUzRSq8SRCY/s320/Lights+WIDE.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201477673532644770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously though... the photos don't do it justice.  I didn't drink a drop at this show and I was dancing and bouncing around like I did when I was in college.  Their music just moves me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FYI, they're playing in NJ at the All Points West Music &amp;amp; Arts Festival - right by the Statue of Liberty - in August.  Twice.  Check out this link... &lt;a href="http://www.apwfestival.com/"&gt;http://www.apwfestival.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should be there with bells on... dancing somewhere in the crowd of groupies, just the way I like it  ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and their new CD - &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://radioheadinrainbows.com/"&gt;In Rainbows &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;- rocks too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/485887008761467316-7929997864871392741?l=notesfromtheskye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notesfromtheskye.blogspot.com/feeds/7929997864871392741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=485887008761467316&amp;postID=7929997864871392741' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/485887008761467316/posts/default/7929997864871392741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/485887008761467316/posts/default/7929997864871392741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notesfromtheskye.blogspot.com/2008/05/ridiculously-rockin-radiohead.html' title='Ridiculously Rockin&apos; Radiohead'/><author><name>Lisa Skye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02461909846344650849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/R8445Vy-MLI/AAAAAAAAAAM/cjALXkTs2kw/S220/Lisa+at+the+border.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SC9b1q4J3WI/AAAAAAAAA6I/17N54YVLZIY/s72-c/WIDE+SHOT.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-485887008761467316.post-7096162947534322090</id><published>2008-05-16T02:27:00.030-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-16T11:14:17.415-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's Go Back...</title><content type='html'>Alright.  Time to get everyone officially up to speed…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you’ve likely seen me mention in previous blogs, the first weekend in May is always Sunfest Weekend in my book.  I’ve gone every year for the past 25+ years – ever since my father co-founded it back in the 80s.  In a nutshell, Sunfest is a Music &amp;amp; Arts Festival on the waterfront in West Palm Beach, FL.  Some years the line up is good.   Some years it’s great.  Whatever it is, I’m there with bells on – and generally a few good friends in tow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year had a few select performers I wanted to see so I was pumped.  And plus, as you know, I had just returned from two months of solo travel and was ready to be WITH MY PEOPLE ☺&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Friday, one of my dearest friends Dustin Lara (who I met when we waited tables together at Union Square Café 10 years ago!!) and I arrived just before sunset to enjoy the gorgeous waterfront view I grew up on…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SC03za4J2yI/AAAAAAAAA1o/s6frGfIDOgs/s1600-h/D+%26+Me+on+seawall+**.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SC03za4J2yI/AAAAAAAAA1o/s6frGfIDOgs/s320/D+%26+Me+on+seawall+**.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200874501210495778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon after, we caught a lesser-known band from Australia called The Beautiful Girls…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SC04Ja4J2zI/AAAAAAAAA1w/aOufM09N0nI/s1600-h/Beautiful+Girls.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SC04Ja4J2zI/AAAAAAAAA1w/aOufM09N0nI/s320/Beautiful+Girls.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200874879167617842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who were good… although… later, when one of my best friends from high school, Ian Mock, met up with us to join in the fun…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SC04Yq4J21I/AAAAAAAAA2A/1kXpXleUqwU/s1600-h/D,+I+%26+Me+**.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SC04Yq4J21I/AAAAAAAAA2A/1kXpXleUqwU/s320/D,+I+%26+Me+**.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200875141160622930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we caught renowned and ROCKIN’ reggae band Steel Pulse…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SC04Ra4J20I/AAAAAAAAA14/Q0AGPvqhEUQ/s1600-h/Steel+Pulse+3+**.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SC04Ra4J20I/AAAAAAAAA14/Q0AGPvqhEUQ/s320/Steel+Pulse+3+**.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200875016606571330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then we had a hard time deciding if we liked them or our 1/2lb Turkey Leg better…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SC04f64J22I/AAAAAAAAA2I/Haa_LrEGtZI/s1600-h/D+%26+I+turkey+leg+**.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SC04f64J22I/AAAAAAAAA2I/Haa_LrEGtZI/s320/D+%26+I+turkey+leg+**.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200875265714674530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YUM...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SC04pq4J23I/AAAAAAAAA2Q/w0rMclBvQRA/s1600-h/D,+I+%26+Me+turkey+leg+**.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SC04pq4J23I/AAAAAAAAA2Q/w0rMclBvQRA/s320/D,+I+%26+Me+turkey+leg+**.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200875433218399090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here’s a late night shot of us with our friend Amy Young (who I used to scoop ice cream with at my first job when I was 16 in a place called Sprinkles Ice Cream in Palm Beach!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SC04wq4J24I/AAAAAAAAA2Y/aUQXaZI8zdM/s1600-h/Ian,+Amy,+Me+%26+D+**.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SC04wq4J24I/AAAAAAAAA2Y/aUQXaZI8zdM/s320/Ian,+Amy,+Me+%26+D+**.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200875553477483394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amy was a good sport coming to pick us up late night after she got off work… and plus letting us all stay in her new fabulous condo she bought earlier this year.  Congrats, Amy!  Your place is BEAUTIFUL… thanks for letting us stay with you!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday started with breakfast burritos (ala Ian)…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SC2sYK4J3CI/AAAAAAAAA3o/BRule1DW2LM/s1600-h/Ian+with+burrito.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SC2sYK4J3CI/AAAAAAAAA3o/BRule1DW2LM/s320/Ian+with+burrito.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201002675919510562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Followed by a road trip (10min) to the beach…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SC05Zq4J25I/AAAAAAAAA2g/EzU0SKMvHok/s1600-h/Ian,+Amy+%26+ME+in+car.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SC05Zq4J25I/AAAAAAAAA2g/EzU0SKMvHok/s320/Ian,+Amy+%26+ME+in+car.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200876257852119954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ian likes the Secret so much he carries it around in his car with him (book on tape baby!)…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SC05fa4J26I/AAAAAAAAA2o/khgzMr-gwOs/s1600-h/Ian+with+Secret.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SC05fa4J26I/AAAAAAAAA2o/khgzMr-gwOs/s320/Ian+with+Secret.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200876356636367778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The beach in South Florida is stunning…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SC05ma4J27I/AAAAAAAAA2w/QCgVpieAu0s/s1600-h/Beach.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SC05ma4J27I/AAAAAAAAA2w/QCgVpieAu0s/s320/Beach.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200876476895452082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And really I think the water has gotten clearer over the years since I moved away in 1998…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SC05r64J28I/AAAAAAAAA24/u7VbuAZUw5c/s1600-h/Beach+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SC05r64J28I/AAAAAAAAA24/u7VbuAZUw5c/s320/Beach+2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200876571384732610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SC053K4J29I/AAAAAAAAA3A/Ax91YDA6wfU/s1600-h/Toes+on+the+beach+.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SC053K4J29I/AAAAAAAAA3A/Ax91YDA6wfU/s320/Toes+on+the+beach+.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200876764658260946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so happy to be in my favorite beach position in my hometown…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SC06P64J2-I/AAAAAAAAA3I/7HJ0I2b6izo/s1600-h/Me+on+beach+**.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SC06P64J2-I/AAAAAAAAA3I/7HJ0I2b6izo/s320/Me+on+beach+**.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200877189860023266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later that afternoon we went home, showered up and walked on down to Sunfest…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SC06Wa4J2_I/AAAAAAAAA3Q/nQznkmqpFnM/s1600-h/Me+%26+Amy+**.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SC06Wa4J2_I/AAAAAAAAA3Q/nQznkmqpFnM/s320/Me+%26+Amy+**.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200877301529172978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amy conveniently lives maybe 5-6 blocks from the Festival, which saves us $20 for parking -- Abundance!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We met up with Amy’s sister Jennie…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SC06da4J3AI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/wq_71kftfs4/s1600-h/Jennie,+Amy+%26+Me+on+seawall+**.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SC06da4J3AI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/wq_71kftfs4/s320/Jennie,+Amy+%26+Me+on+seawall+**.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200877421788257282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And walked along the water to the Main Stage… where our friend’s band The Guns (now called &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/firezuave"&gt;fire Zuave&lt;/a&gt; – post show they announced the official name change) was playing at 5:45pm.  Look how HUGE the stage was that they played on…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SC06l64J3BI/AAAAAAAAA3g/1NOo1ec51Vk/s1600-h/Main+stage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SC06l64J3BI/AAAAAAAAA3g/1NOo1ec51Vk/s320/Main+stage.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200877567817145362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mind you, I had them play in my back yard (in Florida) this past New Years Eve!  We were totally psyched to see them back on stage…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look how cool the big screen projections were…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SC2sh64J3DI/AAAAAAAAA3w/vWbWeejjSQY/s1600-h/Chris+%26+Chuck+on+screen+**.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SC2sh64J3DI/AAAAAAAAA3w/vWbWeejjSQY/s320/Chris+%26+Chuck+on+screen+**.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201002843423235122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the leader singer, Chuck Andrews…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SC2sqa4J3EI/AAAAAAAAA34/Fu_nn1oO6NY/s1600-h/Chuck+on+screen+**.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SC2sqa4J3EI/AAAAAAAAA34/Fu_nn1oO6NY/s320/Chuck+on+screen+**.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201002989452123202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here is my good friend (their bassist) Chris Cartrett on the left…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SC2yua4J3TI/AAAAAAAAA5w/V2QXy6y4RHo/s1600-h/Chris+%26+Chuck+on+screen+***.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SC2yua4J3TI/AAAAAAAAA5w/V2QXy6y4RHo/s320/Chris+%26+Chuck+on+screen+***.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201009655241366834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They rocked!  And… the frickin’ Black Crowes played on the same stage two hours later…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SC2sza4J3FI/AAAAAAAAA4A/m14TK4oMGGg/s1600-h/Black+Crowes+on+screen+**.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SC2sza4J3FI/AAAAAAAAA4A/m14TK4oMGGg/s320/Black+Crowes+on+screen+**.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201003144070945874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How cool is that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here’s me with Ian and Amy – with The Mighty Mighty Bosstones playing behind us…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SC2tPa4J3HI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/dmoyh0qQ53w/s1600-h/Me,+Ian+%26+Amy+at+bosstones.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SC2tPa4J3HI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/dmoyh0qQ53w/s320/Me,+Ian+%26+Amy+at+bosstones.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201003625107283058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here’s a nice shot of Ian in the back of the cab heading home later that night…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SC2tIa4J3GI/AAAAAAAAA4I/EM3OoAj0bso/s1600-h/Ian,+Amy+%26+Jennie+in+cab+**.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SC2tIa4J3GI/AAAAAAAAA4I/EM3OoAj0bso/s320/Ian,+Amy+%26+Jennie+in+cab+**.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201003504848198754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all – another GREAT day in Sunny South Florida!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next up… the big Sunday Finale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amy had to work and Dustin left on Saturday so Ian and I were on our own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before heading back down to Sunfest, we stopped by our friend Josh Koehler’s new house to say hi to he and his wife Jill and their cute dog Shy…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SC2tua4J3II/AAAAAAAAA4Y/qZgkffsffD4/s1600-h/Jill,+Josh+%26+Me+with+Shy+**.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SC2tua4J3II/AAAAAAAAA4Y/qZgkffsffD4/s320/Jill,+Josh+%26+Me+with+Shy+**.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201004157683227778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Josh and I have been friends since we were about 5 years old.  We were neighbors and we used to trade Garbage Pail Kids.  Remember those?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After this, Ian and I went to catch someone I really dig… Hasidic Jewish Rapper &lt;a href="http://www.matismusic.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Matisyahu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SC2uB64J3KI/AAAAAAAAA4o/HzUAstSOQj0/s1600-h/matusyahu+with+lights.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SC2uB64J3KI/AAAAAAAAA4o/HzUAstSOQj0/s320/matusyahu+with+lights.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201004492690676898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SC2t2q4J3JI/AAAAAAAAA4g/WntBv8aOiAk/s1600-h/Me+%26+Ian+at+matisyahu+**.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SC2t2q4J3JI/AAAAAAAAA4g/WntBv8aOiAk/s320/Me+%26+Ian+at+matisyahu+**.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201004299417148562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who totally gave a great show that carried on after sunset…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the point that he brought a ton of young fans from the audience up on stage…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SC2uIK4J3LI/AAAAAAAAA4w/XnzSSd6tge4/s1600-h/Matisyahu+END+**.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SC2uIK4J3LI/AAAAAAAAA4w/XnzSSd6tge4/s320/Matisyahu+END+**.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201004600064859314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was quite cool and certainly entertaining to watch!  For those of you who don't know his music, you can click on his name to get to his website for more insight.  In brief, his lyrics are all about conveying positive, inspiring messages founded in a desire to cause peace and harmony on the planet.  How can you not love someone like this?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And last but not least…  my FAVORITE part of Sunfest… the Fireworks!!  I swear, the Sunfest fireworks are better than Fourth of July.  They rule…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SC2uoq4J3PI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/DX2WHKlQBH0/s1600-h/Fireworks+4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SC2uoq4J3PI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/DX2WHKlQBH0/s320/Fireworks+4.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201005158410607858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SC2uja4J3OI/AAAAAAAAA5I/Q68GaTUfaUs/s1600-h/Fireworks+3+**.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SC2uja4J3OI/AAAAAAAAA5I/Q68GaTUfaUs/s320/Fireworks+3+**.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201005068216294626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SC2uea4J3NI/AAAAAAAAA5A/tvh8BQtXqeM/s1600-h/Fireworks+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SC2uea4J3NI/AAAAAAAAA5A/tvh8BQtXqeM/s320/Fireworks+1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201004982316948690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SC2uaq4J3MI/AAAAAAAAA44/-0MA__Pwkak/s1600-h/Me+%26+Ian+with+frieworks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SC2uaq4J3MI/AAAAAAAAA44/-0MA__Pwkak/s320/Me+%26+Ian+with+frieworks.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201004917892439234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And last but not least... the perfectly exciting "never a dull moment" end to the weekend...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SC2vQa4J3QI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/QIXMfIug7QI/s1600-h/Ian+%26+ME+with+SNAKE+**.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SC2vQa4J3QI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/QIXMfIug7QI/s320/Ian+%26+ME+with+SNAKE+**.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201005841310407938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ian and I paid $20 to have a &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Burmese_Python"&gt;Burmese Python&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; wrapped around us...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SC2vo64J3RI/AAAAAAAAA5g/RkUJ4_wB4qs/s1600-h/Ian+with+snake+**.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SC2vo64J3RI/AAAAAAAAA5g/RkUJ4_wB4qs/s320/Ian+with+snake+**.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201006262217202962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will have you know I was saying "Ok. Ok. I'm done. Please take the snake off of me. Thank you." in this photo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SC2vu64J3SI/AAAAAAAAA5o/YT7Q88dbRPA/s1600-h/Me+with+snake+**.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SC2vu64J3SI/AAAAAAAAA5o/YT7Q88dbRPA/s320/Me+with+snake+**.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201006365296418082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm daring, but only to an extent.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At very least these shots make for great Facebook Profile Photos, riigghhttt??!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok.  I know I'm still behind in uploading Radiohead pics and pics from NYC last week but I'm in London now and have to jump in a taxi to the Express train to Heathrow airport.  I leave for Cape Town, South Africa in two hours!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All good things are ahead...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As always, I'm sending light and love...&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/485887008761467316-7096162947534322090?l=notesfromtheskye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notesfromtheskye.blogspot.com/feeds/7096162947534322090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=485887008761467316&amp;postID=7096162947534322090' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/485887008761467316/posts/default/7096162947534322090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/485887008761467316/posts/default/7096162947534322090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notesfromtheskye.blogspot.com/2008/05/lets-go-back.html' title='Let&apos;s Go Back...'/><author><name>Lisa Skye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02461909846344650849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/R8445Vy-MLI/AAAAAAAAAAM/cjALXkTs2kw/S220/Lisa+at+the+border.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SC03za4J2yI/AAAAAAAAA1o/s6frGfIDOgs/s72-c/D+%26+Me+on+seawall+**.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-485887008761467316.post-86798196498163039</id><published>2008-05-13T00:32:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-13T00:54:58.212-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Update</title><content type='html'>Hello beautiful people!!&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Imagine this... I've been in New York City for an entire week with direct access to wireless nonstop in my apartment and yet... I have not blogged! Eek!  Where does the time go in this fast-paced city I love so much?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Please forgive me and know that I am boarding a plane to London tomorrow evening and I PROMISE I have every intention of bringing you completely up to speed ASAP.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Upcoming blogs will include...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;FUN photos from Sunfest (including the Black Crowes, Steel Pulse, Matisyahu and more)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SCkqta4J2wI/AAAAAAAAA1Y/g_cLl2kMnEA/s1600-h/IMG_4925.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SCkqta4J2wI/AAAAAAAAA1Y/g_cLl2kMnEA/s320/IMG_4925.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199734204573276930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Radiohead fans with funny tattoos on their fingers...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SCkqXK4J2uI/AAAAAAAAA1I/fWj9AaCAU5k/s1600-h/IMG_4926.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SCkqXK4J2uI/AAAAAAAAA1I/fWj9AaCAU5k/s320/IMG_4926.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199733822321187554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My stopover back in La Manzana Grande (The Big Apple)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SCkqla4J2vI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/rSetzAcwmUQ/s1600-h/IMG_4964.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SCkqla4J2vI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/rSetzAcwmUQ/s320/IMG_4964.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199734067134323442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A trip to Madam Tussaud's Wax Museum on 42nd Street...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SCks864J2xI/AAAAAAAAA1g/ImQuoblVzG8/s1600-h/IMG_4983.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SCks864J2xI/AAAAAAAAA1g/ImQuoblVzG8/s320/IMG_4983.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199736669884504850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And, naturally, more Words of Wisdom from the Skye  ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Stay tuned.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All good things are on the horizon...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&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/485887008761467316-86798196498163039?l=notesfromtheskye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notesfromtheskye.blogspot.com/feeds/86798196498163039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=485887008761467316&amp;postID=86798196498163039' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/485887008761467316/posts/default/86798196498163039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/485887008761467316/posts/default/86798196498163039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notesfromtheskye.blogspot.com/2008/05/update.html' title='Update'/><author><name>Lisa Skye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02461909846344650849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/R8445Vy-MLI/AAAAAAAAAAM/cjALXkTs2kw/S220/Lisa+at+the+border.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SCkqta4J2wI/AAAAAAAAA1Y/g_cLl2kMnEA/s72-c/IMG_4925.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-485887008761467316.post-3962118957632892574</id><published>2008-05-10T00:14:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-10T00:28:47.719-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Let there be LIFE!</title><content type='html'>CONGRATULATIONS to my dear longtime friends Mitzi and Andy Gilooly of Port St. Lucie, FL who gave birth to their second child... beautiful baby girl, Gweneth Lynn Gilooly, on Thursday morning May 1st...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SCUwbva4sTI/AAAAAAAAA0o/ggSZyNLrwpo/s1600-h/Gwen+closeup+**.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SCUwbva4sTI/AAAAAAAAA0o/ggSZyNLrwpo/s320/Gwen+closeup+**.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198614598012940594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After arriving into Miami at 3am, I finally made into my friend Amy's guest bed in West Palm Beach (FL) at 5am last Thursday morning.  I slept a whoping 6 hours and actually felt great when I got up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I headed down to Boca Raton to visit the new happy family in the hospital...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SCUwC_a4sSI/AAAAAAAAA0g/LVGBYkJJyME/s1600-h/gwen,+mitz+%26+andy+**.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SCUwC_a4sSI/AAAAAAAAA0g/LVGBYkJJyME/s320/gwen,+mitz+%26+andy+**.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198614172811178274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mitzi looked and felt great...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SCUwhfa4sUI/AAAAAAAAA0w/dAyiyFEVQLY/s1600-h/Gwen+%26+MItz+smile+**.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SCUwhfa4sUI/AAAAAAAAA0w/dAyiyFEVQLY/s320/Gwen+%26+MItz+smile+**.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198614696797188418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's such a natural...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SCUwy_a4sWI/AAAAAAAAA1A/6Lb5q0rUoqc/s1600-h/Mitz+%26+Gwen+closeup+**.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SCUwy_a4sWI/AAAAAAAAA1A/6Lb5q0rUoqc/s320/Mitz+%26+Gwen+closeup+**.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198614997444899170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kinda like me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SCUwoPa4sVI/AAAAAAAAA04/qK3li6rMk5E/s1600-h/me+with+gwen+**.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SCUwoPa4sVI/AAAAAAAAA04/qK3li6rMk5E/s320/me+with+gwen+**.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198614812761305426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;one day...  ;)&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/485887008761467316-3962118957632892574?l=notesfromtheskye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notesfromtheskye.blogspot.com/feeds/3962118957632892574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=485887008761467316&amp;postID=3962118957632892574' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/485887008761467316/posts/default/3962118957632892574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/485887008761467316/posts/default/3962118957632892574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notesfromtheskye.blogspot.com/2008/05/let-there-be-life.html' title='Let there be LIFE!'/><author><name>Lisa Skye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02461909846344650849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/R8445Vy-MLI/AAAAAAAAAAM/cjALXkTs2kw/S220/Lisa+at+the+border.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SCUwbva4sTI/AAAAAAAAA0o/ggSZyNLrwpo/s72-c/Gwen+closeup+**.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-485887008761467316.post-9124845388079232803</id><published>2008-05-05T17:24:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T17:26:56.499-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunfest and Snakes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SB-Jl9Y4zhI/AAAAAAAAA0Y/9ab4ZQsATDw/s1600-h/Me+with+snake+**.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SB-Jl9Y4zhI/AAAAAAAAA0Y/9ab4ZQsATDw/s320/Me+with+snake+**.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197023780235955730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blog coming soon... but had to share this photo in the meantime!!!&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/485887008761467316-9124845388079232803?l=notesfromtheskye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notesfromtheskye.blogspot.com/feeds/9124845388079232803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=485887008761467316&amp;postID=9124845388079232803' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/485887008761467316/posts/default/9124845388079232803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/485887008761467316/posts/default/9124845388079232803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notesfromtheskye.blogspot.com/2008/05/sunfest-and-snakes.html' title='Sunfest and Snakes'/><author><name>Lisa Skye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02461909846344650849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/R8445Vy-MLI/AAAAAAAAAAM/cjALXkTs2kw/S220/Lisa+at+the+border.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SB-Jl9Y4zhI/AAAAAAAAA0Y/9ab4ZQsATDw/s72-c/Me+with+snake+**.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-485887008761467316.post-263479018077133485</id><published>2008-05-05T17:11:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T17:22:08.751-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Big Fish</title><content type='html'>A friend of mine was taking a beginner Reflexology course at a place in SoHo this past weekend.  During a break, she wandered into the bookstore to check out the spiritual parephenalia for purchase.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the midst of all the Buddhist-message / Oprah endorsed literature, she found a book by David Lynch (the filmmaker) on his creativity process.  He's REALLY into meditation and says that's where he's gotten ahold of some of his best ideas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We both liked this quote from his book:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ideas are like fish.  If you want to catch little fish you can stay in the shallow water.  But if you want to catch the big fish, you have to go deeper."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told my friend I feel like the only place I know how to swim these days is in the deep water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;You know how I love to share...&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/485887008761467316-263479018077133485?l=notesfromtheskye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notesfromtheskye.blogspot.com/feeds/263479018077133485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=485887008761467316&amp;postID=263479018077133485' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/485887008761467316/posts/default/263479018077133485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/485887008761467316/posts/default/263479018077133485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notesfromtheskye.blogspot.com/2008/05/big-fish.html' title='Big Fish'/><author><name>Lisa Skye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02461909846344650849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/R8445Vy-MLI/AAAAAAAAAAM/cjALXkTs2kw/S220/Lisa+at+the+border.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-485887008761467316.post-8969527638389244594</id><published>2008-05-01T18:28:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T19:46:02.227-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Two Months, Taking Time and Traveling</title><content type='html'>Wow.  Folks, today is officially TWO MONTHS I have been traveling.  I think I'm still in shock.&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kidding.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seriously though, I can't believe how quickly the time has gone by. Simultaneously, I can't believe how much ground I covered. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In retrospect, I see that my initially aggressive itinerary was/is quite the analogy for that which has been my life... trying to get it all in... while selling myself and those around me short of gaining the &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;full &lt;/span&gt;experience each place or person has to offer.  I get it now.  This is what taking this time was all about.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In hindsight, I'm glad I stayed in Belize and truly relaxed into my time there.  I'm also happy I skipped Peru and spent more time in Argentina.  I know both places are rich with history, beautiful geography and fun things to do, so it's better I take more time to enjoy them &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;fully&lt;/span&gt; - and during separate vacations.  This is what I gather.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My last two days in Buenos Aires were super mellow.  I did a ton of reading and relaxing.  I met Constantina for lunch AND dinner on Tuesday...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SBpWhNY4zfI/AAAAAAAAA0I/VDX_gAnLcIQ/s1600-h/Me+%26+C+**.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SBpWhNY4zfI/AAAAAAAAA0I/VDX_gAnLcIQ/s320/Me+%26+C+**.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195560248655007218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and thoroughly enjoyed my time getting to know her a bit better.  She was off to Iguazu yesterday morning (imagine the irony!) so I had my last day of "solo travel" all to myself.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Perfect!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I woke up late - because I went to bed late (up reading... relax, people) and I refuse to get less than 8 hours of sleep if I can help it these days.  I threw on my running clothes and made my way to my favorite park again. I ran around the lake and spent a while laying in the grass - meditating, talking to my dad, talking to the universe, feeling tremendous gratitude for the glorious day I was enjoying, connecting with the earth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I went back to my hotel, showered and headed off to grab one last mani/pedi before I display my toes in Sunny SoFla at &lt;a href="http://sunfest.com/"&gt;Sunfest&lt;/a&gt; this weekend.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Admittedly, I bit all my fingernails off this week.  I think I've just been anxious and excited to get back to Florida, to see my friends and, of course, to hop on a plane up to New York City.  My home... for the past 10 years.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Indeed... "M&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;e encanta Nueva York"...  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;a&lt;/span&gt; phrase I have used often on this trip.  I think I left my heart there... and I see that now too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The manicurist even said, "S&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;us unas son horible" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;(Your nails are horrible) &lt;/span&gt;and we laughed together.  I told her I bit them all off to clear the way for my future.  Like having a fresh start with all good things ahead!  She smiled and said she thought I had "great hands" - for the record.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After that, it was 8pm.  Time for me to pack and order in dinner from the yummy vegetarian place I went to the day before - &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Krishna&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Night owl that I am, I crashed around 1am and woke up at 4:30am for my 5am taxi.  My flight from Buenos Aires departed at 7:35am - connecting in Bogota, Columbia - en route to Miami.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had a 6hr layover to begin with and unfortunately my flight was delayed. Hence, I have been in Bogota since noon (it's now 7pm) and I have two hours to go.  This is how tired I am...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SBpe29Y4zgI/AAAAAAAAA0Q/Vi0-MTnhxSo/s1600-h/IMG00077.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SBpe29Y4zgI/AAAAAAAAA0Q/Vi0-MTnhxSo/s320/IMG00077.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195569418410184194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am EXHAUSTED.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But... it's all good.  I arrive in Miami at 1:40am and my friend Dustin picks me up to drive an hour north to my hometown, West Palm Beach.  I have a plethora of things to look forward to in the month ahead... starting with the next four days of music shows... which you'll be sure to hear all about!&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/485887008761467316-8969527638389244594?l=notesfromtheskye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notesfromtheskye.blogspot.com/feeds/8969527638389244594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=485887008761467316&amp;postID=8969527638389244594' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/485887008761467316/posts/default/8969527638389244594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/485887008761467316/posts/default/8969527638389244594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notesfromtheskye.blogspot.com/2008/05/two-months-taking-time-and-traveling.html' title='Two Months, Taking Time and Traveling'/><author><name>Lisa Skye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02461909846344650849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/R8445Vy-MLI/AAAAAAAAAAM/cjALXkTs2kw/S220/Lisa+at+the+border.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SBpWhNY4zfI/AAAAAAAAA0I/VDX_gAnLcIQ/s72-c/Me+%26+C+**.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-485887008761467316.post-2722043617130876677</id><published>2008-05-01T17:47:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T18:26:14.994-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Inspirational Quote</title><content type='html'>On a weekly basis, I get three emails from &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gaia.com/community"&gt;Gaia Community&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; - a Good Business Quote, a Love Quote and an Inspirational Quote.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I thought I would share the Inspirational Quote, which I loved...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;The moment you venture out, something takes place in you and about you. Life comes to your aid in various ways. You may not like the form in which it comes to you - it may be misery, struggle, starvation - but when you invite life, things begin to happen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;--- Jiddu Krishnamurti &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;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Indeed things begin to HAPPEN when we become CAUSE IN THE MATTER of creating and transforming our lives!!  I love it!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I don't know about you but I just find this to be so true.  The moment I put IT out there (whatever it is that I want to create) and actually start talking to people about IT and surrounding myself with people who know more about IT than I do... the chess pieces slowly begin to move into place... and before I know it that which I want has manifested in my life... and I'm ready to make my next move.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Naturally, it doesn't always come in the perfect time or form that I want... but in one way or another... that universe always seems to provide some sort of sign that I'm moving in the right direction...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;All good things are on the horizon, my friends.  I can feel it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br 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title='Inspirational Quote'/><author><name>Lisa Skye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02461909846344650849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/R8445Vy-MLI/AAAAAAAAAAM/cjALXkTs2kw/S220/Lisa+at+the+border.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-485887008761467316.post-3582322561236167635</id><published>2008-04-30T00:06:00.013-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T22:07:27.990-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Serendipity</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;ser·en·dip·i·ty   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;[ser-uhn-dip-i-tee] -- Pronunciation Key &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;–noun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;1. an aptitude for making desirable discoveries by accident&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;2. good fortune; luck&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Ok, so let me back track slightly...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;After a HORRIFICALLY turbulent airplane ride (they never even came back around for the dirty glasses and trash before landing!) from Iguazu, I arrived safely back in Buenos Aires on Sunday around 6pm.  I hopped in a cab to my hotel - conveniently located in the uber-stylish (ala Soho, NYC) &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Palermo&lt;/span&gt; neighborhood of Buenos Aires, unpacked a little and headed out around the corner for an "early" light dinner - agua mineral con gas, una ensalada y un cafe con leche despues (por supuesto).  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;FYI, everyone in Buenos Aires goes out to eat dinner LATE.  Seriously LATE.  Some places don't even start serving dinner until 8:30pm.  Most places are busiest around 11pm.  I think I had to order off the "in between menu" at 8pm.  Crazy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I hadn't slept very well the previous two nights so I went right back to my hotel, did a little research for the next day and drifted off into my beauty sleep for the evening :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Monday... might have been my best day in Buenos Aires.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I woke up and decided to go on a long walk to a beautiful park I discovered last week when I was here.  I ran a few laps around a little lake.  I stretched out in patch of grass and spent some time looking up at all the different leaves on the trees.  I wandered over to a HUGE Banyan tree that seriously looked like it was at least 100 years old and I climbed up on it like I used to do when I was little. I wish I had my camera.  It was fun!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Next, I headed back to my hotel and cleaned up for my visit to the &lt;a href="http://www.aquavitamedicalspa.com/"&gt;Aquavita Medical Spa&lt;/a&gt; where I had a 3-hr Treatment scheduled at 2pm.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Oh yes.  I spent almost 4 HOURS at the spa and it was... DIVINE!  ((My brother Brian highly recommended I get some sort of spa treatment, like he did, when I come down here - given the strength of the dollar... thanks for the tip B$!!))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;First, I had a shower.  Then I had a facial...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SBkkUNY4zbI/AAAAAAAAAzo/hy9KP45_eXg/s1600-h/Me+at+spa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SBkkUNY4zbI/AAAAAAAAAzo/hy9KP45_eXg/s320/Me+at+spa.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195223574758608306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Then I got into a jacuzzi tub (for 4) all by myself while eating a fruit salad...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SBkkh9Y4zcI/AAAAAAAAAzw/UHDJwqcsv0w/s1600-h/Jacuzzi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SBkkh9Y4zcI/AAAAAAAAAzw/UHDJwqcsv0w/s320/Jacuzzi.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195223810981809602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;That's my empty fruit salad bowl on the left  :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Then I had my first ever hot stone massage with foot reflexology for an hour and a half. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Finally, I took another shower and got ready to leave.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;My friends, this cost me 280 pesos (which is approximately $90) including my two tips.  Need I say more?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Ok.  Now comes the craaaazzyyyy part of the day...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Let me preface by saying, as you know, I have been having a fantastic time traveling for the past two months BUT I am pretty much over having dinners alone and wishing that I had a friend with me for evening adventures!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Alright.  Back to the story...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I left the spa, ran a quick errand maybe 10-15 blocks away from where I was and then started making my way back home when GET THIS... a woman turns to ask me directions in Spanish, we both realize we speak English and it turns out she is going to the SAME SPA I just left 30 minutes earlier AND she was trying to go see a Tango Show that night - like me!! Holy SERENDIPITY!! What are the chances?!  It's like going to Bliss in Soho, NYC then heading to Union Square to run an errand and bumping into someone in front of Virgin Records who is heading to Bliss and wants to go see RENT that night too!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Man.  All I can say is I felt like the universe provided for me in absolutely PERFECT TIME... and I was super grateful to have another girlfriend for the day in BA!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So the bottom line is... my new friend Constantina (from San Diego) and I met 2 blocks from my hotel (because she also just happened to be staying literally 2 blocks from me) 2 hours later to go to one of the most famous Tango Show's in old &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;San Telmo&lt;/span&gt; at &lt;a href="http://www.viejo-almacen.com.ar/"&gt;El Viejo Almacen&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The dinner was so-so.  The dancers were... spectacular.  Four women. Four men.  I have never seen legs and feet move that fast.  Wow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Here we are pre-show, with the stage in the background...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SBf_x9Y4zaI/AAAAAAAAAzg/RiJ64h4YdV0/s1600-h/Me+%26+Constantina+at+El+Viejo+Almacen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SBf_x9Y4zaI/AAAAAAAAAzg/RiJ64h4YdV0/s320/Me+%26+Constantina+at+El+Viejo+Almacen.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194901928952778146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;FYI, Constantina - obviously Greek - is a Radiology Nurse.  40. Vegetarian. Stick thin.  Smart.  Well read and traveled.  Thinking of taking her savings and traveling for a year.  Love her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I couldn't get any good shots of the dancers during the show because we weren't allowed to use our flashes.  I got a ton of great videos (that I WISH I could figure out how to upload to my blog!) which I can grab stills from - but not now because I don't have enough space on my hard drive (two months and 1600+ photos later)  ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Here are the two shots I got so that you get a sense for how intimate the space was...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SBkm8NY4zdI/AAAAAAAAAz4/dUDEJKyFmSI/s1600-h/El+Viejo+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SBkm8NY4zdI/AAAAAAAAAz4/dUDEJKyFmSI/s320/El+Viejo+1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195226460976631250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SBknF9Y4zeI/AAAAAAAAA0A/ugfqhFjTo0U/s1600-h/El+Viejo+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SBknF9Y4zeI/AAAAAAAAA0A/ugfqhFjTo0U/s320/El+Viejo+2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195226628480355810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;In between the dancing, we listened to the six piece band they had on stage... and at one point they were joined by four men dressed in traditional Peruvian garb - who played the theme song from Clint Eastwood's &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://video.aol.com/video-detail/good-bad-and-the-ugly-theme-music/3508819000"&gt;The Good, The Bad &amp;amp; The Ugly&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (click this link and you'll know what I mean).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It was a night to remember... and certainly one of the most traditional experiences to be had in Buenos Aires.  I highly recommend you catch a show if you visit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&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/485887008761467316-3582322561236167635?l=notesfromtheskye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notesfromtheskye.blogspot.com/feeds/3582322561236167635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=485887008761467316&amp;postID=3582322561236167635' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/485887008761467316/posts/default/3582322561236167635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/485887008761467316/posts/default/3582322561236167635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notesfromtheskye.blogspot.com/2008/04/serendipity.html' title='Serendipity'/><author><name>Lisa Skye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02461909846344650849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/R8445Vy-MLI/AAAAAAAAAAM/cjALXkTs2kw/S220/Lisa+at+the+border.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SBkkUNY4zbI/AAAAAAAAAzo/hy9KP45_eXg/s72-c/Me+at+spa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-485887008761467316.post-1233711116510924085</id><published>2008-04-29T14:39:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-29T15:12:10.364-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Discipline</title><content type='html'>For the past three days, I haven’t been eating bread or desserts.  Ok, wait.  I’ve lied already.   I had a bite of pita bread at lunch today, a bite of my new friend Constantina’s flan last night and two small scoops of ice cream on Sunday night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me rephrase.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the past three days, I have drastically reduced my intake of bread products and desserts.  I’ve already noticed a different around my waistline... and it feels great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amazing what happens when I add a little dash of discipline to the fruit salad that is my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About 10 minutes ago, I found myself in a little coffee shop staring a caramel brownie sample in the eye.  Sound familiar?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Want to know what the neon sign in my mind was flashing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“DISCIPLINE” baby!  Oh yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought to myself, “Lisa, how bad do you really want to slim down and &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;feel&lt;/span&gt; the difference in your body?  Is it worth sacrificing a little brownie sample?  Can you make it another day without?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, sometimes I find the universe seems to ask the question, “How bad do you really want it?” -- and, for the record, “it” can be ANYTHING… a piece of bread, a smaller stomach, a new home, a different job, a better relationship (with myself and others), etc.  It doesn’t matter. What matters is what I’m willing to DO to get that which I desire.  How much discipline am I willing to inject into my life to ensure I cross the finish line?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indeed.  I find myself asking this same question every day in one form or another… and it all leads back to that gosh darn discipline thing...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How bad do I really want what I say I want?  Am I truly doing all I can to be who I say I want to be and do what I say I want to do?  Am I showing up for myself today?  Or am I just going to reach out and grab that brownie sample while thinking to myself, "Hey, what's another day without a little discipline?  My life is fine the way it is."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Things to think about.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Good stuff.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks for listening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and by the way… I walked out of that coffee shop with just the café con leche in hand  ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I'm just sayin'...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/485887008761467316-1233711116510924085?l=notesfromtheskye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notesfromtheskye.blogspot.com/feeds/1233711116510924085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=485887008761467316&amp;postID=1233711116510924085' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/485887008761467316/posts/default/1233711116510924085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/485887008761467316/posts/default/1233711116510924085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notesfromtheskye.blogspot.com/2008/04/discipline.html' title='Discipline'/><author><name>Lisa Skye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02461909846344650849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/R8445Vy-MLI/AAAAAAAAAAM/cjALXkTs2kw/S220/Lisa+at+the+border.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-485887008761467316.post-2400833570791806964</id><published>2008-04-27T21:52:00.020-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-27T22:59:12.757-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Zip Zip Zooray</title><content type='html'>Most of you know I ended up skipping Costa Rica because I was too busy falling in love with Caye Caulker (Belize) and decided to stay there a little while longer.  What you don't know is that I was totally bummed I wouldn't be doing one of the famous Costa Rican zip-lines everyone raves about.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Needless to say, I was PUMPED when I discovered I could do a zip-line tour in Iguazu, Argentina!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So yesterday morning I got picked up at 8am.  I was ready to ride...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SBVCVNY4zKI/AAAAAAAAAxg/6RcDLIfzTWM/s1600-h/Iguazu+Forest+TRUCK.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SBVCVNY4zKI/AAAAAAAAAxg/6RcDLIfzTWM/s320/Iguazu+Forest+TRUCK.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194130677380467874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A small group of us - 8 to be exact - and a tour guide rode these clay top roads into the jungle...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SBVDCtY4zLI/AAAAAAAAAxo/-krkHFOYxSc/s1600-h/Truck+on+clay+road.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SBVDCtY4zLI/AAAAAAAAAxo/-krkHFOYxSc/s320/Truck+on+clay+road.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194131459064515762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;passing trucks hauling various produce and farmed goods...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SBVDUtY4zMI/AAAAAAAAAxw/MEqHROiHGWY/s1600-h/Truck+with+sacks+and+men.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SBVDUtY4zMI/AAAAAAAAAxw/MEqHROiHGWY/s320/Truck+with+sacks+and+men.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194131768302161090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and 100 year old trees along the way...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SBVEoNY4zPI/AAAAAAAAAyI/Vm6zNxECo0s/s1600-h/Me+with+100yr+old+tree.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SBVEoNY4zPI/AAAAAAAAAyI/Vm6zNxECo0s/s320/Me+with+100yr+old+tree.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194133202821238002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;until finally (45 minutes later) we arrived at the first zip-line tower...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SBVDytY4zNI/AAAAAAAAAx4/pDd8anQfhA4/s1600-h/Stairs+to+zipline+tower.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SBVDytY4zNI/AAAAAAAAAx4/pDd8anQfhA4/s320/Stairs+to+zipline+tower.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194132283698236626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;where we were fitted for harnesses...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SBVEftY4zOI/AAAAAAAAAyA/W2NylvOU3VY/s1600-h/me+prezip.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SBVEftY4zOI/AAAAAAAAAyA/W2NylvOU3VY/s320/me+prezip.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194133056792349922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and helmets...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SBVFCNY4zQI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/9amdmkhP9NU/s1600-h/me+with+helmet+%26%26.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SBVFCNY4zQI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/9amdmkhP9NU/s320/me+with+helmet+%26%26.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194133649497836802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;unlike a helmet I wore almost exactly one year ago on an ATV in the Dominican Republic (I swore this was a "blackmail only" photo... but, hey, why not give us all a good laugh?!) ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SBVF4NY4zSI/AAAAAAAAAyg/b97eQjirHjE/s1600-h/IMG_2591+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SBVF4NY4zSI/AAAAAAAAAyg/b97eQjirHjE/s320/IMG_2591+copy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194134577210772770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG.  I sincerely hope you all are laughing (and choking) as hard as I am right now.  Hilarious!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can see in this lovely demonstration by Priya (from Austin, TX) and our tour guide Alejandro, it's not all that difficult to ride a zip-line...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SBVGt9Y4zTI/AAAAAAAAAyo/7qKBH15YB_Y/s1600-h/Alejandro+and+Priya+DEMO.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SBVGt9Y4zTI/AAAAAAAAAyo/7qKBH15YB_Y/s320/Alejandro+and+Priya+DEMO.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194135500628741426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All you do, in fact, is ride with your feet pointed straight out in front of you to catch the most speed.  Like so...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SBVHItY4zUI/AAAAAAAAAyw/fM0QSfHr4xE/s1600-h/My+feet+on+zipline.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SBVHItY4zUI/AAAAAAAAAyw/fM0QSfHr4xE/s320/My+feet+on+zipline.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194135960190242114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and attempt to take photos of yourself while riding.  Like so...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SBVHV9Y4zVI/AAAAAAAAAy4/PStvSvO7-bc/s1600-h/me+on+zipline.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SBVHV9Y4zVI/AAAAAAAAAy4/PStvSvO7-bc/s320/me+on+zipline.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194136187823508818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Admittedly, I wish we were higher off the ground (for a greater THRILL) and that we did more than just three... but, hey, I had to start somewhere. Right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And plus... the next SURPRISE stop was at a waterfall where we got to repel down into this little lake...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SBVIVNY4zWI/AAAAAAAAAzA/J1Z8tiQi_bc/s1600-h/Waterfall+from+above.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SBVIVNY4zWI/AAAAAAAAAzA/J1Z8tiQi_bc/s320/Waterfall+from+above.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194137274450234722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which was actually TOTALLY KILLER FUN!  Look at me go down with my badass self...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SBVIlNY4zXI/AAAAAAAAAzI/mkZS3C7W8ts/s1600-h/Repell+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SBVIlNY4zXI/AAAAAAAAAzI/mkZS3C7W8ts/s320/Repell+1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194137549328141682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SBVJBdY4zZI/AAAAAAAAAzY/yRwGhSOu-J8/s1600-h/Repell+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SBVJBdY4zZI/AAAAAAAAAzY/yRwGhSOu-J8/s320/Repell+2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194138034659446162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SBVI7NY4zYI/AAAAAAAAAzQ/MA0R6bRMOnE/s1600-h/Repell+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SBVI7NY4zYI/AAAAAAAAAzQ/MA0R6bRMOnE/s320/Repell+3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194137927285263746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah.  There was little choice but to get wet on this one.  What can I say?  Me and Mother Nature are getting tight these days  ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Monday!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/485887008761467316-2400833570791806964?l=notesfromtheskye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notesfromtheskye.blogspot.com/feeds/2400833570791806964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=485887008761467316&amp;postID=2400833570791806964' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/485887008761467316/posts/default/2400833570791806964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/485887008761467316/posts/default/2400833570791806964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notesfromtheskye.blogspot.com/2008/04/zip-zip-zooray.html' title='Zip Zip Zooray'/><author><name>Lisa Skye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02461909846344650849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/R8445Vy-MLI/AAAAAAAAAAM/cjALXkTs2kw/S220/Lisa+at+the+border.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_JRaZiccSbI4/SBVCVNY4zKI/AAAAAAAAAxg/6RcDLIfzTWM/s72-c/Iguazu+Forest+TRUCK.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-485887008761467316.post-37228900905308438</id><published>2008-04-25T21:05:00.035-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-25T22:33:00.329-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Somewhere Over the Rainbow</title><content type='html'>Some may say I set out to find my “Somewhere Over the Rainbow” on March 1st… and, truthfully, I would have to agree.  The truth I’m finding, however, is that the “somewhere” I’ve been looking for has been with me all along.  All I’ve really done is take a trip.  Granted, it’s a kickass trip. But at the end of the day it’s just a trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That thing I mentioned in my very first blog… that something I might be running from or towards.  I think I’m close to finding it… and it feels really good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few readers have mentioned they love getting the tips on books I’ve enjoyed… the one I’ll recommend next is one I’m not quite finished with because I’m loving eve
