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Handwritten page of a diary dated July 3, 1970

… guy named Tim. His parents own the movie theater downtown. I only talked to him once at school. 333 more words

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portugal.

Whereas France felt like home because we were so comfortable in a life not entirely dissimilar to our lives in Squamish, what I love about Portugal is that we are so far removed from that comfort and yet it still feels like home. 265 more words

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lunch buzz

We sort of bombed through northwest Spain in our push for the south of Portgual. We wanted to stay, but knew we had to go. We could have spent six months exploring this coastline. 264 more words

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campvibes

We spent three weeks in France and only 15 euros on camping. Finding wild camping spots is a tricky business, less about finding places that you are ‘allowed’ to camp, and more about finding places that you aren’t ‘not allowed’. 84 more words

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rocks. caves. bread.

After leaving Brittany we headed inland to escape the winter vacation crowds. All of the little roads snaking into wine country were positively dreamy-dotted with ruins of castles and charming towns consisting of little more than a boulangerie. 167 more words

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brittany

It may be the wine and croissants clouding my judgement, but Brittany stole my heart. 138 more words

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normandy

We are eating our way through France and I am going to level with you: it all leaves very little time for blogging. 58 more words

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