<?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-23921137</id><updated>2011-07-07T23:26:36.782-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Song Wu Kong</title><subtitle type='html'>Sun Wu Kong the Monkey King, is perhaps the most famous and beloved fictional character in all of classical Chinese literature. A magician, priest, ruler, sage, and warrior in the shape of a monkey, he was born out of a stone and through his many adventures he was able to master an array of amazing abilities and powers.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songwukong.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23921137/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songwukong.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Bryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05081653035417148219</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>74</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23921137.post-6550164800663219146</id><published>2010-08-29T12:10:00.009-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-01T18:29:46.078-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Montreal in the summertime...the best time!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UWPg3r9cstQ/THrhvpQpRaI/AAAAAAAAARs/izW5DBQFbkk/s1600/IMG_0672.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; 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margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UWPg3r9cstQ/THqHWUWc_KI/AAAAAAAAARU/uit6vE03UPU/s320/IMG_0652.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510865911530978466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UWPg3r9cstQ/THqHFvbntEI/AAAAAAAAARM/kz46w5XU8TU/s1600/IMG_0634.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UWPg3r9cstQ/THqHFvbntEI/AAAAAAAAARM/kz46w5XU8TU/s320/IMG_0634.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510865626742633538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The 6am flight from Columbus to Chicago and follow-on to Montreal was painfully early.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Everything was uneventful and the good news was that when I arrived in Chicago I was able to catch the earlier flight and waited only 30 minutes versus the three hours that was planned.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The flight on Air Canada was fantastic because there was barely anyone on the plane.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Passengers essentially had free rein of the seats, which is in stark contrast to my typical domestic flights.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The one hour and 45 minute flight was quick and we paralleled the Great Lakes a good portion of the trip out the right side of the airplane.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I could finally get my Details magazine read and seems my standard procedure of doing my reading while traveling.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Arrival at the Montreal airport meant immigration and customs….oh yay….sense sarcasm please.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The line for immigration at 1030 in the morning was painful and slowly I weaved through the rope line and met my interrogator.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He surprisingly asked only a few basic questions but explaining the theory of relativity caused me temporary panic.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;With that hurdle done I now entered the line for customs and since I had neither plants, animals, food or ten thousand American dollars it was pretty quick.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The real fun part was just beginning.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I bought a ticket for the 747 express bus from the airport to the city center where Francis would meet me.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It would be a similar reunion like the one we had months earlier on a Paris train station platform.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;My iPhone warned me that I was no longer subject to the unlimited data rates of my domestic phone plan and it has automatically turned off the data-roaming feature for me…how nice AT&amp;amp;T.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Well,&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Francis and I communicated via text and his instructions were a bit confusing and went something like this, “yes, there are three stops, get off at the final one which is the central bus station/berry uqam.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The ride takes 40 min.”&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Ok, a couple things wrong…I didn’t time the ride and we later determined I had ridden for about 30 minutes and I saw the three stops and didn’t take in account the “FINAL” stop, so I exited the bus on the third stop which was not where I should be.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The next hour was spent watching the lunch crowds emptying into the street from the office buildings.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I was wondering where Francis was and sent a couple texts with his reply being he was on his way.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Francis assumed I was at the central station and I assume I was in the right spot.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I began to sense something was wrong when Francis sends a text of “talk with me Bryan”.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I text back that I’m patiently waiting like I was instructed to.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Then the real situation began forming and soon I need to take the leap and turn on the data-roaming feature so I could access the Internet and GPS my location…I dread my next phone bill.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Anyway, after I got my current location we decided on meeting at the Station Bonaventure metro stop and off I went.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I went down into the metro stop and positioned myself at the central location where I could observe everyone coming or going from the trains.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Francis however, positioned himself outside the train station so after another flurry of texts we finally linked up and the mission was complete.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;That whole process only lost us about three hours of quality time…ugh.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;We jumped on the Metro and headed to his place.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;At the Papineau Metro stop we boarded the bus and while we waited in the packed bus another driver came aboard and said the original driver has left the bus because he was angry.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I’m like, really, you just walk off the job because you’re angry?&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Can’t he take a mental health day later in the week?&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So, we walked to Francis’ apartment and he gave me the grand tour since he has only been a tenant for three months.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I dropped off my bags and we went into the Village to grab something to eat since we were both famished.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We decided on a small outside eatery called Kora and I got a spinach omelet.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Nothing real remarkable about the food but it did the trick.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;After our late lunch we returned to the apartment and took a nap, I was absolutely exhausted and the one-hour nap recharged me for another six hours anyway.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We then boarded the Metro and headed downtown to explore the ‘old town’ part of Montreal.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It has the cobblestone streets and European feel and lots of tourists.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;After a while of walking and taking pictures hunger overcame us and we then headed back to the Village and had dinner at the St Hubert restaurant where I finally got a steak.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We then headed off to the Sky Bar.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It has a large rooftop bar area and was a tad cool temperature wise but thankfully I had brought my sweatshirt so everything was great.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We then headed off to the Bar Stock and watched a few dancers perform and then decided that home should be our next stop.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I was totally exhausted by this point and easily fell asleep.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Saturday morning came early and I was off for a run around the neighborhood and La Fontaine Park.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I returned energized and ready for a busy day of exploring Montreal further.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;We had lunch at Mike’s in the Village and then boarded the Metro for the downtown and ultimately Mount Royal.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This is more like a hill but folks in Montreal affectionately refer to it as a mountain.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This is how Montreal got its name.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Anyway, we began our trek up the hill and with a little sweat we reached the overlook of the city below.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This place provided a great vantage point to observe the downtown and as far as the eye could see.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The weather was perfect with clear skies.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We then headed down the hill and walked along Ste Catherine Street window-shopping and in my case bought a nice fall jacked on sale!&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;We then headed back on the Metro to Francis’ place and rested a bit, configured his wireless…finally and made plans for the evening.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We then headed out for dinner at a local Vietnamese place and then returned home. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Sunday morning was excellent, the sun was out and I decided that another run around La Fontaine Park was in order.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;After cleaning up we headed into the Village and had lunch at the Saloon restaurant.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;After lunch we jumped on the Metro and headed to the Olympic Park.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;At the Park there is the Biodome, stadium and the Montreal Tower.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This is the highest incline tower in the world with a 525 feet elevation and a 45-degree angle.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The Leaning Tower of Pisa by comparison has a 5-degree incline.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;After really panoramic views of Montreal and the surrounding areas we descended and headed off for the Underground Pedestrian Network.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This is a 33km long area under the city that provides patrons shelter from the extreme winter weather and hosts shopping, theaters, government functions and basically anything you would want or need.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;By now we were sore from all the walking and headed back to the apartment to plan our evening activities.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Francis and I decided our last evening meal would be at the Plateau in Montreal.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This is an area that has a large concentration of French people.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I learned this evening that there is a signature dish of Montreal called Poutin.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This dish is French fries covered in brown gravy with globs of cheese thrown on top.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This is not healthy and considered a junk food.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It was very salty and I could check off the ‘tasted a local dish’ tourist activity.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Monday morning we made sure we transferred pictures and I didn’t forget to pack any belongings and set out for the Metro Station.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We caught the 747 Express Bus to the airport from the Berri-Uqam Metro Station and forty minutes later were dropped off where it all began for me three days earlier.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The nice thing I have learned about traveling back to the United States from Canada is the you complete your immigration and customs process in Canada so you can speed the flight connection process.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Even though I stood in a very time consuming line for immigration and was asked how I like Columbus and when I moved there interrogation questions the process was professional.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I could not find any Pendleton Whiskey for Cody at the duty free so off to the gate I went.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;What I noticed at the gate for the first time since I arrived in Montreal was that announcements were made in French first then English.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This probably happened numerous times on the Metro or other locations but I didn’t pay attention like I did sitting silently at the gate in the airport.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The flight from Montreal to Washington DC was one hour and twenty minutes and the only complaint was waiting on the tarmac for our gate to get clear of another aircraft.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Of course this was ticking down the forty-seven minutes I had to make my connection to Columbus.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I was not pleased and by the time I arrived at the departure gate I was one of two people they were waiting for.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I guess I can’t complain too much since I did make the connection.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;So, what are my impressions of Montreal?&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Well, it does have a look and feel like any city in America with the type of cars being driven and the layout of streets, etc.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The biggest difference is the language.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;French and English coexist along side each other but there are many occasions where French is the only language used on a sign or placard.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Francis told me that there is a street that runs roughly north-south and divides Montreal between more French speaking on the East side and more English speaking on the West side.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I know there have been times in history when the citizens of Quebec rallied for breaking away from Canada and having an autonomous country or region but thankfully that has not occurred in my opinion.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;People need to coexist peacefully where ever you live and continually dividing along racial or ethnic lines is dangerous….this world is not getting any larger.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I found the citizens that I came in contact with friendly and patient or tolerant of my being a foreigner.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I do believe that visiting in the summertime is probably the best time for me anyway.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;If you want a quick get away that has a feel of being somewhere different because of the language and currency then take a hop into Canada and visit Montreal BUT, you cannot get real iced-tea in Montreal. &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;They continuously pass off Nestea from a fountain or can as iced-tea.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This is ridiculous and if you are an iced-tea lover like me then prepare for withdrawals.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Lastly, I learned two new words that describe people; Anglofone means English and Francofone means French…have you ever heard of such a thing?&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;   &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;   &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23921137-6550164800663219146?l=songwukong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songwukong.blogspot.com/feeds/6550164800663219146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23921137&amp;postID=6550164800663219146' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23921137/posts/default/6550164800663219146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23921137/posts/default/6550164800663219146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songwukong.blogspot.com/2010/08/montreal-in-summertimethe-best-time.html' title='Montreal in the summertime...the best time!!'/><author><name>Bryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05081653035417148219</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UWPg3r9cstQ/THrhvpQpRaI/AAAAAAAAARs/izW5DBQFbkk/s72-c/IMG_0672.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23921137.post-130097289622451874</id><published>2010-08-21T20:12:00.012-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-22T15:13:13.171-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A few months catch up!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UWPg3r9cstQ/THBxi_GIV_I/AAAAAAAAARE/kBiNmJFo4Vs/s1600/IMG_0562.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; 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margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UWPg3r9cstQ/THBsfmJh67I/AAAAAAAAAQU/I9d3zxI_qeM/s320/IMG_0014.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508021634346380210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Hello faithful blog readers, it has been awhile since I’ve updated my activities so here we go.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;After returning from Spain and France I took a small breather until May when I flew down to Miami and spent a long weekend with Jennifer.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This was an interesting travel because I flew from Columbus to Fort Lauderdale, caught a shuttle from the airport to the train station where I caught the train south to Miami and was met at the Miami International Airport stop by Jennifer.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;A rather complicated journey.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;We spent the weekend lounging on South Beach and walking along Lincoln Street window shopping and making a purchase here and there.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The weather was fantastic and I was truly relaxed.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I bid Jennifer farewell and returned home to Columbus and immersed myself back into work.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;That was short lived because I soon headed to Washington DC for a business briefing, visit with friends and check on the house.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The tree in the front yard apparently was mourning my departure the year previous and finally gave up the will to live.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The tree replacement is still a work in progress thanks to a bullshit homeowners association.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But I digress.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;In June it was Columbus Pride and the yearly Pride 5K.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This was my second year running it and I placed in the top 20 again.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I convinced or probably coerced my work out partner Les into entering and running the race.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;I was proud of Les for finishing the race because he had never run a race or that far in his life.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;My colleague Lyle and his family joined me in Columbus for the Pride parade and we spent a sunny day together that culminated with lunch at the Surly Girl Saloon.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The parade was a large turn out and seems larger each year in my opinion.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;After all the festivities settled down I was off for Minnesota and a visit with family.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Summer in Minnesota is beautiful and my favorite time of year.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Dani Steele had graduated high school so we attended her graduation party.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Dani will be starting college this year and I wish her luck!&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I caught up with three high friends who I haven’t seen in 20 years or more…a shout out to Julie, Julie and Mary!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;July arrived with a bang literally as I hosted a small gathering at the apartment to view the fireworks over Columbus titled “Red, White and Boom”.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We crawled atop the apartment building and had the best seats in the city I believe.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;Just gloss over the whole atop the apartment building thing….&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;Lady GaGa was in concert in Cleveland so Colin and I headed north for the night and watched her concert along with 20 thousand of our closest friends.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We spent the night and toured the Rock-n-Roll Hall of Fame the next morning.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;There was lots of memorabilia and factoids about musical artists that left a lasting impression on the art of music or somehow contributed to the advancement of music all together.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;Colin and I decided that we traveled so well together that we should ramp up the intensity and flew up to Chicago for a long weekend.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;The first night we stayed downtown at the Hotel Allegro and that was really enjoyable.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The hotel staff was friendly and the place was genuinely environmentally conscious.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The first morning we took off for a run from downtown through Millennium Park and along Lakeshore drive.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It was awesome and as we transited through the park there was a mass exercise class going on in the grass pavilion.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;There were numerous people out walking, running, biking and roller blading.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The path along Lake Shore drive actually was a bit hazardous from all the differing exercise traffic.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;We survived our run, got cleaned up and set out to explore the city.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Our first stop was Navy Pier and the sun was beating upon us…yay, I love the sun.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We then noticed that there was unusual activity around the canal and the Magnificent Mile or commonly referred to as the “Mag Mile”.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Turns out, there was filming for a new Transformer movie.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;There were props in the form of wrecked cars along both sides of the canal and smoke would billow from the filming area.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Of course, access was restricted close to the action but we did manage to get close enough for a few interesting pictures.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;We moved from the downtown area north to Boystown and stayed at the Villa Tuscano guesthouse right in the heart of the action.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;After cleaning up and a quick nap we headed out that night to explore the nightlife of Boystown.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We first visited Sidetracks bar and approvingly noted the modern atmosphere and different bars within the complex for exploration.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We especially enjoyed the rooftop bar…a summer treat only.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We then set off for Hydrate, a local dance club and were a bit disappointed by the layout and dingy atmosphere.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The next morning we did a jog through Boystown and back on Lake Shore Drive where the pedestrian traffic was less.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We found a trail along the water and ended up along a small boat harbor before finding our way back to the guesthouse.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We cleaned up and then jumped on the subway and headed back into the city for a fantastic brunch at Eve’s and caught a Cirque De Sole show at the Navy Pier.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We then explored the movie filming again and Millennium Park more closely.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;That night we headed back to Sidetracks and enjoyed more time in the great atmosphere.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The final day we packed up and took the subway into downtown and then transferred to the line for Midway.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The flight was uneventful and 45 minutes later we were back in Columbus vowing another trip in the future.  The pictures are: a shot of the Chicago skyline, Colin on the canal wall, the gang assembled for the fireworks, my former high school classmates at breakfast, Mike at his his going away party in DC and finally two shots of me on the beach in Miami.  I'll be off for Montreal in August!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23921137-130097289622451874?l=songwukong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songwukong.blogspot.com/feeds/130097289622451874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23921137&amp;postID=130097289622451874' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23921137/posts/default/130097289622451874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23921137/posts/default/130097289622451874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songwukong.blogspot.com/2010/08/hello-faithful-blog-readers-it-has-been.html' title='A few months catch up!'/><author><name>Bryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05081653035417148219</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UWPg3r9cstQ/THBxi_GIV_I/AAAAAAAAARE/kBiNmJFo4Vs/s72-c/IMG_0562.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23921137.post-1998227760820519054</id><published>2010-02-21T11:54:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-21T12:17:51.140-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Final morning and observations</title><content type='html'>5:30am came quickly and soon we were in the Metro heading to the Opera station where I would catch my airport bus. I was determined not to pay another 68 euros for a cab ride so the bus provided a nice alternative for 9,10 euros. Francis made sure I got safely on the bus and when I departed he went back to the hotel and would stay until check out and then move to the train station and take the train back to Metz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't sure what terminal I was supposed to depart and we had speculated that terminal one of the three would be my best bet. So when terminal one came into view I quickly scanned the parked aircraft for any Delta logos...there were none but the airplane carrier list was quite long on the signs outside the terminal. I didn't see Delta but surely they would be here with all the airlines..right? Anyway, due to the fact that I didn't realize the bus stopping was the actual stop for terminal one I ended up staying on the bus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I was heading towards terminal two and thinking how would I get back to terminal one. As terminal two approached I did the quick scan of aircraft again with now luck and looked at the ticket counters through the window as we passed with no luck....and there were numerous sub terminal two's..like 2A, 2D and so forth. This was not being fun at this point. But alas, I did see a Delta ticket counter and made sure I didn't miss this bus stop. Everything turned out well with check-in, security, boarding and the flight to Cincinnati. I connected on a smaller plane for Columbus and arrive home around 6pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I reflected back on the past week and my time in Europe I made a couple observations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Europeans still smoke way too much. I'm continually amazed. In Madrid they smoked in the restaurants and it was a terrible experience. The bars, of course there is more smoke. In Paris there is a law against it but there are some loop holes about the size of the place and whether you allow children but overall it was a much better experience than Madrid. I could still get a wift of smoke from some of the segregated areas but oh well they try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Eating in a cafe or restaurant is still not a rushed event. I think we Americans are in a hurry most of the time and our eating habits reflect that...fast food and eating in a hurry. Plan on spending a considerable amount of time eating in Europe. Of course you can ask for the check immediately after eating your main course but that is not the norm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I still couldn't find overweight Europeans. Yep, they eat slow, walk allot more than we Americans and it shows. If using dating websites in Europe you don't necessarily have to worry about seeing pictures of folks from the neck down :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I couldn't find Europeans wearing sweat pants in public as a generally accepted fashion item. Of course once I got to the airport then the Americans showed up in sweats for a comfortable flight I suppose. I did find a couple baby strollers in Europe and that was disappointing. I really hate these monstrosity strollers that we use here in America, stocked with everything to include food. Moving on the sidewalks with these baby-mobiles is ridiculous....carry them (kids) if you want them. I hope Europeans keep there use to a minimum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Lastly, my poking fun at Europeans. They use Coke Light instead of Diet Coke. I think that is ridiculous. Apparently, there is a stigma about being on a diet and hence using the word diet in Diet Coke would be a bad business decision. Of course here in America there isn't a stigma about the word diet...and of course is why we have accepted that being obese is okay...ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off my soap box now, I will return to Spain and France in the summer! Thanks again Francis for being the planner and keep up the work outs!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23921137-1998227760820519054?l=songwukong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songwukong.blogspot.com/feeds/1998227760820519054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23921137&amp;postID=1998227760820519054' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23921137/posts/default/1998227760820519054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23921137/posts/default/1998227760820519054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songwukong.blogspot.com/2010/02/final-morning-and-observations.html' title='Final morning and observations'/><author><name>Bryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05081653035417148219</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23921137.post-4513772768964200911</id><published>2010-02-21T11:25:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-21T11:54:15.891-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Paris day three - hey it's a couple degrees warmer!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UWPg3r9cstQ/S4FkfCDeTXI/AAAAAAAAAQM/6x7Y0lLly_0/s1600-h/IMG_0278.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440740309130431858" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UWPg3r9cstQ/S4FkfCDeTXI/AAAAAAAAAQM/6x7Y0lLly_0/s320/IMG_0278.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UWPg3r9cstQ/S4FkMOVC-zI/AAAAAAAAAQE/5r8D9_AkHok/s1600-h/IMG_0271.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440739986007849778" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UWPg3r9cstQ/S4FkMOVC-zI/AAAAAAAAAQE/5r8D9_AkHok/s320/IMG_0271.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UWPg3r9cstQ/S4Fj8CBGZPI/AAAAAAAAAP8/RLI7rVA3Pso/s1600-h/IMG_0207.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440739707825054962" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UWPg3r9cstQ/S4Fj8CBGZPI/AAAAAAAAAP8/RLI7rVA3Pso/s320/IMG_0207.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UWPg3r9cstQ/S4FjtFnMF8I/AAAAAAAAAP0/zdWU1o9w0NQ/s1600-h/IMG_0253.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440739451092080578" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UWPg3r9cstQ/S4FjtFnMF8I/AAAAAAAAAP0/zdWU1o9w0NQ/s320/IMG_0253.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UWPg3r9cstQ/S4FjQZmlSDI/AAAAAAAAAPs/sk65mEQ0me0/s1600-h/IMG_0252.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440738958242039858" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UWPg3r9cstQ/S4FjQZmlSDI/AAAAAAAAAPs/sk65mEQ0me0/s320/IMG_0252.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UWPg3r9cstQ/S4Fi9y53m4I/AAAAAAAAAPk/5pXKvP6LxLo/s1600-h/IMG_0216.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440738638616304514" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UWPg3r9cstQ/S4Fi9y53m4I/AAAAAAAAAPk/5pXKvP6LxLo/s320/IMG_0216.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today started like yesterday with the gym although we ramped up the intensity a bit with &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;cardio&lt;/span&gt;, strength and abs! Francis is a good sport and he didn't complain at all. We had a little more time this morning because our first stop on the agenda is meeting a friend a Francis knows in Paris named Terry (closest in English). We met at a cafe not far from where I stayed my first night in Paris. Terry works for Hewlett Packard and frequently travels to the US and that helped since we could all talk English for my benefit. We ordered our lunch; I had the salmon &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;lasagna&lt;/span&gt;, Francis had the steak tar tare and Terry got some fish cooked whole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After lunch we all walked a bit for the food to settle then boarded the Metro for &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Montmartre&lt;/span&gt; and the Basilica of the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Sacre&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Coeur&lt;/span&gt; (Sacred Heart). &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Montmartre&lt;/span&gt; is known for the traditional Paris with cobble stone streets and shops. The Basilica sits atop a hill in this area and is the highest natural hill in Paris. It provided a good view of the city. When we entered the Basilica there was a service in session and they had a strict no photo policy..we watched a few tourists get accosted for using their cameras with flash of course. Anyway, we walked around the structure and then admired the view outside. After getting our fill of the Paris landscape we boarded the Metro and headed the Champs &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;de&lt;/span&gt; Mars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Champs &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;de&lt;/span&gt; Mars is at the location of the Eiffel Tower so this is when I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;experimented&lt;/span&gt; with Black and white photography and they turned out quite well. We caught the Red Bus again and were supposed to get off at the Louvre but missed the stop and ended up getting off at the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Musee&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;D'Orsay&lt;/span&gt; and walking across the Seine river. Our tickets were for 6pm and once again, Francis did the right thing purchasing them early since we joined the small line and were inside quickly. We decided that viewing the Louvre during the evening would be best since it was indoors. Our first priority was seeing the Mona Lisa! We meandered our way through the museum and found the Mona Lisa...it was much smaller than I would have expected from all the movies, etc. It was definitely the main attraction and people were jockeying for a position at the front so they could get a good picture...having a little height at this time is very helpful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We then moved along the corridors and looked at other paintings and headed towards the Greek, Roman and Egyptian artifacts area. We both figured this would be the most interesting. The Louvre is the most visited museum in the world and has nearly 35,000 objects in an area of 652,300 square feet. This place cannot be seen in one day so you pick out your top attractions and selectively view them. After leaving the Louvre it was getting late so we decided on finding an Asian restaurant in the Asian area of town that Francis had heard of. Well, we never did find the place and nearly being overcome with hunger we decided on Mexican instead! The meal was good and unfortunately, they didn't have French wines available...I was really wanting to try a red wine from France but the selections were all South American...oh well, another trip I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We then headed back to the hotel and packed our things for the check out in the morning. I was getting up early for my flight and Francis was going to accompany me to the Opera station where I would catch the airport shuttle and he would then return to the hotel and sleep prior to check out time. The first photo is me in front of some Egyptian artifacts.  The second photos is of the Mona Lisa.  The third photo is a funky one taken by accident in the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Montmartre&lt;/span&gt; area and does capture the cobblestone and our shoes.  The fourth and fifth pictures are of the Louvre...the fourth being inside the courtyard while the fifth is outside as you enter through the Arch.  The sixth photo is of the Basilica.  Tomorrow is an early day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/23921137-4513772768964200911?l=songwukong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songwukong.blogspot.com/feeds/4513772768964200911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23921137&amp;postID=4513772768964200911' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23921137/posts/default/4513772768964200911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23921137/posts/default/4513772768964200911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songwukong.blogspot.com/2010/02/paris-day-three-hey-its-couple-degrees.html' title='Paris day three - hey it&apos;s a couple degrees warmer!'/><author><name>Bryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05081653035417148219</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UWPg3r9cstQ/S4FkfCDeTXI/AAAAAAAAAQM/6x7Y0lLly_0/s72-c/IMG_0278.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23921137.post-5301466756544300007</id><published>2010-02-21T10:28:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-21T11:25:13.869-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Paris day two - no rest for the weary</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UWPg3r9cstQ/S4FdGCRy8uI/AAAAAAAAAPc/T72TxdJKaWM/s1600-h/IMG_0167.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440732183112381154" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UWPg3r9cstQ/S4FdGCRy8uI/AAAAAAAAAPc/T72TxdJKaWM/s320/IMG_0167.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UWPg3r9cstQ/S4Fc4aBVH5I/AAAAAAAAAPU/c3cQc6h_NXg/s1600-h/IMG_0136.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440731948967600018" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UWPg3r9cstQ/S4Fc4aBVH5I/AAAAAAAAAPU/c3cQc6h_NXg/s320/IMG_0136.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UWPg3r9cstQ/S4FcgSBHfEI/AAAAAAAAAPM/VN9YzMMgtu8/s1600-h/IMG_0129.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440731534502362178" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UWPg3r9cstQ/S4FcgSBHfEI/AAAAAAAAAPM/VN9YzMMgtu8/s320/IMG_0129.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UWPg3r9cstQ/S4Fbzu_GtgI/AAAAAAAAAPE/21hu1szQG8A/s1600-h/IMG_0109.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440730769184437762" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UWPg3r9cstQ/S4Fbzu_GtgI/AAAAAAAAAPE/21hu1szQG8A/s320/IMG_0109.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UWPg3r9cstQ/S4FbXE_ZqdI/AAAAAAAAAO8/5LQDUVNW5-g/s1600-h/IMG_0232.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440730276875053522" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UWPg3r9cstQ/S4FbXE_ZqdI/AAAAAAAAAO8/5LQDUVNW5-g/s320/IMG_0232.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UWPg3r9cstQ/S4FaEow-mcI/AAAAAAAAAO0/8ioZTSQaU08/s1600-h/IMG_0116.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440728860549093826" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UWPg3r9cstQ/S4FaEow-mcI/AAAAAAAAAO0/8ioZTSQaU08/s320/IMG_0116.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today started great with a trip to the gym around the corner called Fitness First. They claim to have locations all over the world and have an agreement with the hotel for guests. We did cardio on the treadmill and then abs for a total of an hour. After cleaning up we set out for the Eiffel Tower and our lunch appointment of 1pm. The Eiffel Tower was supposed to be a temporary structure and built between 1887-1889 for the Exposition Universelle, a World's Fair marking the centennial celebration of the French Revolution. Most in Paris did not like the structure and considered it an eyesore. After the original time frame expired they decided to keep the tower because it served as a vital communications platform and was used to dispatch cabs to the front during the war for the wounded. Anyway, today the Eiffel Tower is the most visited attraction in the World with 200 million since 1889 and 6.7 million in 2006 alone!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Francis had purchased our tickets online and that was a huge time saver so we got into the smaller line and took the elevator to the second level. The wind was a bit numbing but the view was good considering the overcast skies. We found the heaters dispersed around the structure and would place our legs against them while peering out over the city...it definitely helped!! We then ascended to the top and were greeted by higher winds and a better view. Thankfully, we cold duck inside the enclosed area so we could warm ourselves. We could see the Arc de Triomphe, the business area, the Sacred Heart Basilica and anything else on the tourist schedule.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our lunch appointment was at 1pm so we descended and entered the restaurant on the first level and were taken to a table along the edge and yes we were toasty in the enclosed restaurant. Francis had the duck while I decided on the salmon and I did sample some white wine. The lunch was a great idea and I would recommend for anyone considering a visit. After lunch we descended and and got aboard the Les Cars Rouges (Red Buses) tour buses so it could take us around the tourist attractions. The top of the bus is open so being up top is a cold experience today. We rode by the Champ de Mars, Musee de Louvre and stopped at the Notre Dame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Notre Dame is one of a few gothic architecture structures left in Paris and noted for the stained glass contained inside. They allowed pictures and even had an area for confession which was being used as we passed by. I'm not much on the whole church scene but seeing the history and architecture was interesting. We hopped aboard the Red Bus again and this time passed by the Musee D'Orsay and got off at the Opera. As we were taking pictures around the Opera the rain started so we ducked down into the Metro stop and I was introduced to Paul the well regarded French cafe chain...and supposedly they are coming to the US. I got my tea and we had some pastries for energy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The rain did stop and we went to the Lafayette Galleries (shopping mall) where atop the place they have a great view of the city. It sits directly behind the Opera building and not well known and explains why there weren't many people admiring the view. We then took the Metro back to the hotel and prepared for dinner at the restaurant called Hippopotamus (a French chain restaurant). I really wanted to try a hamburger in Paris (outside of McDonald's) so I ordered one medium well and instead got one that was rare. Not my cup of tea but this is a place where you can order raw hamburger called tar tare (which Francis would have tomorrow at lunch). So I ate it and caveatted my meal with if I get mad cow disease we know why!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our evening was again late and we headed back to the hotel to prepare for tomorrow and a full day of activities. The first picture is atop the Lafayette Galleries with the backside of the Opera building on the left and the Eiffel Tower in the background on the right.  The second picture is of one of the many stained glass windows in the Notre Dame.  The third picture is of the front of the Notre Dame.  The fourth picture is from the top of the Eiffel Tower looking down into the Trocadero.  The fifth picture is of the Eiffel Tower (but you knew that...right) and the last picture is of us atop the Eiffel Tower...do we look cold? :)  We'll be up early for the gym tomorrow!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/23921137-5301466756544300007?l=songwukong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songwukong.blogspot.com/feeds/5301466756544300007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23921137&amp;postID=5301466756544300007' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23921137/posts/default/5301466756544300007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23921137/posts/default/5301466756544300007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songwukong.blogspot.com/2010/02/paris-day-two-no-rest-for-weary.html' title='Paris day two - no rest for the weary'/><author><name>Bryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05081653035417148219</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UWPg3r9cstQ/S4FdGCRy8uI/AAAAAAAAAPc/T72TxdJKaWM/s72-c/IMG_0167.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23921137.post-8639356839632528492</id><published>2010-02-21T09:07:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-21T10:26:54.176-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello Francis and the Hotel Ares Eiffel</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UWPg3r9cstQ/S4FPYBf6w0I/AAAAAAAAAOs/RLnkW8UQ_BI/s1600-h/IMG_0100.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440717098978034498" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UWPg3r9cstQ/S4FPYBf6w0I/AAAAAAAAAOs/RLnkW8UQ_BI/s320/IMG_0100.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UWPg3r9cstQ/S4FPIt0aRUI/AAAAAAAAAOk/BqzN_XUXWuk/s1600-h/IMG_0092.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440716835997238594" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UWPg3r9cstQ/S4FPIt0aRUI/AAAAAAAAAOk/BqzN_XUXWuk/s320/IMG_0092.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UWPg3r9cstQ/S4FOj8FHEvI/AAAAAAAAAOc/h_Dlzf-HaUA/s1600-h/IMG_0074.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440716204170220274" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UWPg3r9cstQ/S4FOj8FHEvI/AAAAAAAAAOc/h_Dlzf-HaUA/s320/IMG_0074.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UWPg3r9cstQ/S4FNkeuLCRI/AAAAAAAAAOU/AHIBaAnr3Sg/s1600-h/IMG_0058.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440715113957624082" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UWPg3r9cstQ/S4FNkeuLCRI/AAAAAAAAAOU/AHIBaAnr3Sg/s320/IMG_0058.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, today started with checking out of the hotel in Central Marais and wondering how I would get the embedded cigarette smoke from my clothes and belongings. I made my way to the main street and hailed a cab for the trip across the Seine river towards the Eiffel Tower for the hotel that Francis and I would be staying for the next few days called the Hotel Ares Eiffel. Francis found this hotel through Trip Advisor and it had great reviews. I arrived at the hotel and stashed my bag at the lobby and then set out for the Gare de I'Est train station where Francis would be arriving on the Train from Luxembourg/Metz. I arrived early and killed some time in the cafe and watched the people hustling about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The train finally arrived and Francis appeared looking just like he did in 2007 when we last met. We decided that we'd have lunch before moving to the hotel so he took me to a Belgian fast food place called Quick. I decided against any burger since they put mayonnaise on it instead of ketchup so we both got seafood salads. The salad was actually very good. We then set out for the hotel and checked in. The room is small but very elegant and certainly an eye for details is apparent. It has Versace tile in the bathroom, Hermes toiletries, Bang &amp;amp; Olufsen sound system and red velvet accents with the headboard and bed throw. I think Elvis might have been happy here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We set off on our first day and stopped at the Arc de Triomphe. There are 12 streets that converge on this round-about and it really is chaotic but it all meshes together without damage or injury! The Arc has the tomb of the unknown French soldier buried underneath from WWI and an eternal flame. This eternal flame was the idea for John Kennedy's eternal flame...the story has it that when the former President and First Lady toured Paris they were taken here and the First Lady remembered the flame and requested it for John Kennedy's grave at Arlington. There are 284 steps to the top of the Arc and it provides a good view of the city. The weather is overcast and visibility isn't all that good. We can look down the Champs Elysees and then spin 180 degrees and look towards the business district and where the Arc of la Defense is located. This Arc has had victory marches underneath by many armies and not always French.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We then strolled along the Champs Elysees and what Francis described as the most beautiful boulevard in the world :) In order to open a store along this street you must be approved by a committee of the city...sounds like a homeowners association, and probably equally painful. The city wants to prevent the mass commercialism you would see in like NYC's Times Square. Of note, Abercromie and Fitch has been approved for store space and will open a store this year sometime. The boulevard would really be different looking when the trees are in full foliage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our next stop is the Arc of la Defense located in the business area of Paris which is actually not in the city proper. This area has steel and glass buildings jutting into the sky in may shapes and designs. The Arc is a perfect cube and a monument to humanity and humanitarian ideals rather than military victories. We then walked through the mall adjacent to the Arc so Francis could buy a toothbrush and contact solution. Strangely, you cannot buy eye solutions over the counter at a pharmacy and must come to an eye store AND it is way expensive...like you are squirting gold in your eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We then returned to the hotel and prepared for dinner at Leon's restaurant. This place specializes in mussel dishes (clam family). Francis got his favorite mussel dish while I opted for a Belgian beef pot roast type dish. It was quite good and Francis enjoyed his meal too. Eating in Europe is a slower event than what we are generally used to in America. I always finish my meal before Francis. In addition, dessert is usually ordered and followed by coffee or tea. I cause some surprises when I order my tea before the meal as a main beverage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After returning to the hotel, reviewing the plan for the next day it was late and we needed sleep since we would be using the gym in the morning!  The first photo is of a sign in all the Metro stations about "Wall Street" English.  I found this quite amuzing since at first glance you'd ask yourself what the hell is Wall Street English...sure they have their own lexicon but cmon.  I do realize that they are speaking about the Wall Street Institute school for English....what a laugh.  Anway, the second picture is of the Arc of la Defense.  The third picture is of the Champs Elysees and the last picture is of the Arc de Triomphe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&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/23921137-8639356839632528492?l=songwukong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songwukong.blogspot.com/feeds/8639356839632528492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23921137&amp;postID=8639356839632528492' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23921137/posts/default/8639356839632528492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23921137/posts/default/8639356839632528492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songwukong.blogspot.com/2010/02/hello-francis-and-hotel-ares-eiffel.html' title='Hello Francis and the Hotel Ares Eiffel'/><author><name>Bryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05081653035417148219</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UWPg3r9cstQ/S4FPYBf6w0I/AAAAAAAAAOs/RLnkW8UQ_BI/s72-c/IMG_0100.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23921137.post-1899214033053738215</id><published>2010-02-18T17:03:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-21T09:07:29.372-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing easy about Easy Jet!</title><content type='html'>Hello Everyone, I've got much to tell but using this French keyboard is trying my patience. Anyway, I got a couple hours sleep my last night in Madrid and departed the hotel at 6:30 am, hailed a cab from the Grand Via and headed to the airport for my 9:30 am flight to Paris. After finding the Easy Jet ticket counter I checked my bag and was told my flight was delayed a couple hours...I protested and said I had checked the flight status at 3:30 am and nothing was reflected...she discussed with a colleague and then said the flight was not delayed...I felt good about pushing back on her lack of knowledge and headed through security. I did note that my flight did not have a departure gate listed on the monitor but I was early so that shouldn't surprise me...right? Anyway, 9:30 came and went with no gate, so bottom line is that we didn't depart until 12:30 with a cockpit crew from Stanstad airport in London who never offered any explaination for why we were delayed...except to say that they were sorry for the delay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I paid extra euro for "speedy boarding" that allowed first boarding on the aircraft and I was the only one so I walked down the stairs and boarded a bus first followed by everyone else and of course when we got plane side it was doors open and a rush to the plane...ugh, euros well spent! I was exhausted from lack of sleep and was asleep after take off. Upon landing in Paris we taxied for awhile and then stopped along the taxi way and the seat belt sign went off and people did the mad dash for bags and the doors...but then the plane started moving again...I was thinking WTF is going on here. The stewardess kindly asked us passengers to sit down and fasten our seat belts and then the pilot stated we had a little further (a lot further) till the gate and he mistakenly turned off the fasten seat belt sign...yeah, what the hell is going on up front jackass.  On thing that I did see from Ryan Air was they had every passenger place their carry on bag in the size-wize container to see if it fit...that is a novel idea and I wish we in America would do more than have them stuck in the corner of the boarding gate used for a coat rack..maybe it would help eliminate some of the bursting-at-seams crap people bring on board now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I collected my bag and hailed a taxi for the trek into Paris and my hotel for the night. After a 68 euro cab ride and feeling I should have attempted the train I arrived at the hotel and checked into the room that had been smoked in for the last 200 years! I immediately set out and did some scouting of the area and shopping. By the way, traffic in Paris in the afternoon was ridiculous and can only be described as chaos without mass death on the streets. For such a civilized city it was everyone for themselves and somehow all the moving pieces meshed together...somehow?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This keyboard is kicking my ass so I'll write more about meeting up with Francis and our first and second touring days. All is well..more later. Oh, and Easy Jet gets an "F" in my book. Au Revoir!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23921137-1899214033053738215?l=songwukong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songwukong.blogspot.com/feeds/1899214033053738215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23921137&amp;postID=1899214033053738215' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23921137/posts/default/1899214033053738215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23921137/posts/default/1899214033053738215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songwukong.blogspot.com/2010/02/nothing-easy-about-easy-jet.html' title='Nothing easy about Easy Jet!'/><author><name>Bryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05081653035417148219</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23921137.post-3902824132440383027</id><published>2010-02-15T10:37:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-21T09:01:39.459-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Snowy and rainy Madrid</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UWPg3r9cstQ/S4E7kIeQ6GI/AAAAAAAAAOM/ef3HR5JcMoQ/s1600-h/IMG_0036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440695316776020066" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UWPg3r9cstQ/S4E7kIeQ6GI/AAAAAAAAAOM/ef3HR5JcMoQ/s320/IMG_0036.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UWPg3r9cstQ/S4E586dr_hI/AAAAAAAAAOE/EpI4459lYic/s1600-h/IMG_0029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440693543488978450" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UWPg3r9cstQ/S4E586dr_hI/AAAAAAAAAOE/EpI4459lYic/s320/IMG_0029.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UWPg3r9cstQ/S4E5bm6EFyI/AAAAAAAAAN8/Pav1phK2u2I/s1600-h/IMG_0022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440692971303606050" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UWPg3r9cstQ/S4E5bm6EFyI/AAAAAAAAAN8/Pav1phK2u2I/s320/IMG_0022.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UWPg3r9cstQ/S4E3RB3bSyI/AAAAAAAAAN0/SSBIHrzeGt8/s1600-h/IMG_0020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440690590538484514" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UWPg3r9cstQ/S4E3RB3bSyI/AAAAAAAAAN0/SSBIHrzeGt8/s320/IMG_0020.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UWPg3r9cstQ/S4E3EaNeOhI/AAAAAAAAANs/RCOoKGdBCsc/s1600-h/IMG_0008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440690373735102994" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UWPg3r9cstQ/S4E3EaNeOhI/AAAAAAAAANs/RCOoKGdBCsc/s320/IMG_0008.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hey Everyone, yep the damn winter weather mix followed me here to Madrid. I awoke to large snowflakes falling outside my window which has subsequently turned to rain drops at this afternoon hour. I had forgot to mention in yesterdays blog post that when I arrived at the hotel and opened my bag half of my stuff was wet! I just knew those Delta bastards would screw up my luggage...how the hell does it get wet I wonder...assholes. Anyway, I´ve become really good at the ghetto drying technique.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So last night I walked around the Gran Via and Chueca areas. I stopped and had some Asian food for dinner...I know not very Tapas but I was craving some noodles. Anyway, I´m not having the best time dining around here because of the cigarette smoke...it is absolutely insane how smoking is allowed in restaurants and bars! I´m frankly sick of it and I know Paris will likely be more of the same :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, people were out up and down the streets and everything was pretty tame but that is likely because I was doing the scouting early in the evening. Madrid really doesn´t get its drink on until midnight or later...although it was Sunday so I suppose a coming work day may have had something to do with it. I didn´t last that long anyway before I was back in the hotel and preparing for bed. I figured a good nights rest was more important to get my body clock on European time. I had a day of shopping planned for today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did sleep well but there was a lot of street noise that somehow I managed to drone out and awake around 10 am. I cleaned up and jumped on the Metro for the ride into Salamanca for some shopping. The weather was wet and not the best day for roaming up and down the streets. I did pump more money than I should into the local economy before returning for warmth and comfort of the hotel. Breakfast was a coffee shop and lunch was a smoke filled restaurant with poorly cooked cod and potatos. I hope France has better food :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, tomorrow I will be off early for the airport and taking my first Easy Jet flight. Basically, it is one of the low cost airlines in Europe. At this point, I hope that the weather does not follow me! No pictures can be uploaded yet... More from Paris.   The pictures are of the Why Not bar in Madrid where I spent a couple hours one night as the only customer since no one really starts partying until midnight and I showed up at 10pm!  I tried capturing the snow with the second picture near one of the round-abouts in Madrid.  The third picture is the Plaza Mayor where there are numerous outside vendors and people just strolling along.  The fourth picture is of the Plaza Puerto del Sol and the central area of Madrid...supposedly this is the origin of measurement for roads in Madrid.  The last picture is of the train station as I searched in vain for the 11-M memorial.  &lt;/div&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/23921137-3902824132440383027?l=songwukong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songwukong.blogspot.com/feeds/3902824132440383027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23921137&amp;postID=3902824132440383027' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23921137/posts/default/3902824132440383027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23921137/posts/default/3902824132440383027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songwukong.blogspot.com/2010/02/snowy-and-rainy-madrid.html' title='Snowy and rainy Madrid'/><author><name>Bryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05081653035417148219</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UWPg3r9cstQ/S4E7kIeQ6GI/AAAAAAAAAOM/ef3HR5JcMoQ/s72-c/IMG_0036.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23921137.post-1549381737634483467</id><published>2010-02-14T12:23:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-21T08:30:36.814-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Overnight delay in Hot-Lanta...er, I mean Cold-Lanta!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UWPg3r9cstQ/S4E1bTNv-0I/AAAAAAAAANk/OmKC1VcY1MA/s1600-h/IMG_0015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440688567970954050" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UWPg3r9cstQ/S4E1bTNv-0I/AAAAAAAAANk/OmKC1VcY1MA/s320/IMG_0015.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UWPg3r9cstQ/S4E0hb4T4QI/AAAAAAAAANc/OdqcdWMfj_Q/s1600-h/IMG_0003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440687573864538370" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UWPg3r9cstQ/S4E0hb4T4QI/AAAAAAAAANc/OdqcdWMfj_Q/s320/IMG_0003.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hello Everyone, I finally have time and a computer to update my adventure the past two days. Nature decided that Atlanta should have snow during the timeframe that I would need a connecting flight to Madrid and delay my trip by 24 hours. When we descended into Atlanta from Columbus and the ground was covered with snow and visibility was significantly reduced I had a suspicion that the evening could turn ugly quickly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once inside the airport you wouldn´t even know it was snowing outside, everyone was moving about normally and there were no flight cancellations on the monitors. I set about exchanging money so I had some pocket Euros for the trip and then decided to visit TGI Fridays for dinner. The dinner choice was less than spectacular and I hoped that food in Madrid would be better. When I did finally arrive at the gate the flight was delayed 30 minutes and that didn´t bother me at all. Over the next hour is slipped to a 60 minute delay but I was still upbeat. When the call came for the cancellation of the flight I was now thrust into the scene that you see other people experiencing on the news when holiday plans are tragically interrupted by bad weather and travelers are stranded all over the airport. I should have known that something was amiss when other gates full of people were literally running down the concourse for the Delta service counter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our "helpful" gate representative recommended that we remain at the gate until further information was available. That sounded good at first but the reality was that our gate was now securing positions at the end of the line from hell that was forming. So when this "helpful" employee finally did say that we should try and rebook through the Delta service counter we were assured a horrible position in the rebook line. I could not believe how many people were in this line, everyone was desperately trying to rebook online with laptops, mobile phones, etc...some were even trying to call the international reservation line while standing in the line. I tried all of the possibilities without success and then heard over the loudspeaker that any checked bags would not be returned and would continue on to the destination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was at this point that I decided that standing in this line would do far more damage to my patience and sanity so I used a lifeline and called Mike in North Carolina so he could book me a hotel in the local area. Mike came through with the Marriott Renaissance downtown and I calmly walked away from the line and the madhouse in concourse E. Catching a shuttle to the hotel proved a bit trying since hordes of people had the same good idea that I did. It was not worth the aggrevation for me to wait in that line ALL night for a Delta hotel discount voucher and overnight kit....no freaking way. I was going to try and be comfortable and repeat the process the next day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally did arrive at the hotel, checked in and immediately had a mediocre dinner in the hotel restaurant. Venturing outside in the winter weather was not an option. I hung up my clothes over the room heater ghetto style so they could dry and settled in for the evening. On Sunday, the sun is shinning and all that is left of the winter storm is a blanket of snow over the trees and buildings. I find a local diner and have lunch and then catch the shuttle back to the airport. I figured the check-in process would be a little hectic with all the stranded travelers but I grossly underestimated the level of chaos that existed with lines that extended into infinity throughout the terminal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having a little forethought, I printed my boarding the pass from the kiosk the night prior before I left the airport and that proved the best thing I could do. I zipped through security and decided to visit the Delta service counter from the previous night and stood in a line for a ridiculous 1.5 hours while Delta customer service representatives fresh from their day jobs at the local DMV office manned the computers. I did learn that my bag would be on the flight with me and I could change my window into an aisle seat. The backache was worth the seat change...kinda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We finally did board, got de-iced and lifted airborne without too much delay. The flight was uneventful just like I like them and after some melatonin induced sleep I saw the sunrise over Europe as we descended into Madrid. I readusted my plan during the flight and had my map annotated with the next two days worth of activities. After claiming my bag I hailed a taxi and headed for the hotel. I had emailed them ahead of time of my delay however, I was still charged for the room but the good thing is that it was held empty and I could check in right from the airport early in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After freshening up, I headed out to find the 11-M memorial (dedicated to those citizens killed during the terrorist attack in 2004 on Madrids transit system), Centro De Arte Reina Sofia (modern art museum), Gran Via (main boulevard with Madrid), Plaza Mayor and Plaza Del Sol (the point where all roads are measured from the center of town..similar chaotic environment as NYC´s Times Square or London´s Picadilly Circus).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I write you now after a brief three hour nap since I couldn´t possibly function anymore with the effects of jet lag overcoming me. I will venture out tonight even though the temps are in the 20-30´s and see what the city is like after dark. So far I´ve been descretly propositioned by two hookers in vicinty of the hotel. I would add some pictures but the hotel computer has two USB ports that are recessed so much that I cannot plug my SD card adapter into them....what luck. Things will be different in Paris I´m sure. Anyway, more tomorrow when I venture into Salamanca, the fashion and shopping district of Madrid. Hello Dolche and Gabbana! &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/23921137-1549381737634483467?l=songwukong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songwukong.blogspot.com/feeds/1549381737634483467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23921137&amp;postID=1549381737634483467' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23921137/posts/default/1549381737634483467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23921137/posts/default/1549381737634483467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songwukong.blogspot.com/2010/02/overnight-delay-in-hot-lantaer-i-mean.html' title='Overnight delay in Hot-Lanta...er, I mean Cold-Lanta!'/><author><name>Bryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05081653035417148219</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UWPg3r9cstQ/S4E1bTNv-0I/AAAAAAAAANk/OmKC1VcY1MA/s72-c/IMG_0015.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23921137.post-5259480150576361574</id><published>2010-02-10T20:29:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-10T21:05:15.905-05:00</updated><title type='text'>European Winter Vacation?</title><content type='html'>Hello Everyone, I'll be off for Europe on February 12&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; and beginning my trip in Madrid.  I've been closely watching the temperatures in Madrid and Paris (my second stop) so I can mentally prepare myself for winter weather.  So far, the temperatures have averaged about ten degrees higher than here in Columbus Ohio...this will make it feel a little better...I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been quite awhile since I've posted anything to the blog and frankly there hasn't been much for travel or elation these past months.  Scott and I have parted ways and that process was very painful.  So, I've moved into my own place here in Columbus and vowed that 2010 will be much better.  I guess this trip is going to be the starting bang for the year of adventure and healing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be landing in Madrid on the morning of the 13&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; and taking the Metro from the airport to my hostel in the heart of Madrid.  I've found a nice place called the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Hostal&lt;/span&gt; La &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Zona&lt;/span&gt; where I'll home-base until I depart on the 16&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; for Paris.  I have nothing planned at this point for activities within Madrid and will consult the hostel staff and guide book for specifics...this is a vacation you know so I'm trying real hard to relax and not over plan everything! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be flying one of &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Europe's&lt;/span&gt; discount airlines called Easy Jet from Madrid to Paris on the 16&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;.  I have another nice room booked at the Central &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Marais&lt;/span&gt; hotel close to the action.  Francis will be arriving by train from the interior of France on the 17&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; and we've booked ourselves into the Hotel Ares Eiffel for three days.  This hotel is very opulent and will be quite the joy.  I suppose a little about Francis...we met in DC back in 2007 while he was interning from France and have kept in touch every since.  You can find him as one of my friends on Facebook....Francis Dra.  In true Frenchman style, Francis has planned everything for the next three days and I love it.  We'll be visiting the Eiffel Tower with a picnic lunch, the Louvre, taking a bus tour around the city (Thank you Pam), &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Montparnasse&lt;/span&gt;, Champs-&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Elysees&lt;/span&gt; and lastly &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Montmartre&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Pigalle&lt;/span&gt;...whew.  Now one of the benefits of the hotel is they have an agreement with a gym across the street...this is awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whirlwind tour will end on the 20&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; when I fly back to the US.  I will take many pictures and plan on updating this blog daily or at least every two days with adventures.  More in a little while.  Take care.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23921137-5259480150576361574?l=songwukong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songwukong.blogspot.com/feeds/5259480150576361574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23921137&amp;postID=5259480150576361574' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23921137/posts/default/5259480150576361574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23921137/posts/default/5259480150576361574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songwukong.blogspot.com/2010/02/european-winter-vacation.html' title='European Winter Vacation?'/><author><name>Bryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05081653035417148219</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23921137.post-8395913341969133135</id><published>2009-07-15T21:05:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T21:46:22.249-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Billy Joel and Elton John Concert</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UWPg3r9cstQ/Sl6FiGKjydI/AAAAAAAAANU/JMFdxMJ-QmQ/s1600-h/IMG_4501.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358867427434416594" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UWPg3r9cstQ/Sl6FiGKjydI/AAAAAAAAANU/JMFdxMJ-QmQ/s320/IMG_4501.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UWPg3r9cstQ/Sl6BtI58MCI/AAAAAAAAANM/jFPPFEOX0Ew/s1600-h/IMG_4511.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358863219102068770" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UWPg3r9cstQ/Sl6BtI58MCI/AAAAAAAAANM/jFPPFEOX0Ew/s320/IMG_4511.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hello Everyone, Last night Scott and I watched the Billy Joel and Elton John concert in Columbus Ohio. Scott, always looking for a deal entered into a drawing for tickets and scored two great seats. Our seats were actually behind the stage but turned out to be the next best thing from standing at the stage. The reason is that we had a great side view of both performers whereas some people in more expensive seats got great views of their backs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The concert started with both of them performing together for a few songs and then Billy Joel disappeared and Elton John entertained for a good hour. Then Elton disappeared and Billy took the stage and performed for an equal amount of time. The grand finale was both of them back on the stage and exciting the crowd with Benny and the Jets and Piano Man among others.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Both gentlemen have obviously aged and you could tell they moved a bit slower and attempted theatrics that wouldn't break a hip. In my opinion, Elton excited the crowd more with his music whereas Billy was able to connect with the crowd with his witty humor and American style slang and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;demeanor&lt;/span&gt;. I think Billy did so much talking so he could catch his breath between songs :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, I will say that Elton was clearly attacked by the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Bedazzeler&lt;/span&gt; because his outer trench coat was gleaming with rhinestone designs. Elton also appeared to have some silk outfit underneath so he could quickly slip into bed after the concert. Billy was decked out with a suit and tie which he loosened as the night wore on. I was thinking that maybe Elton was wearing black for the supposed slimming qualities? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All and all...if you get the chance to view them on this tour I would do it. That is if you are old enough to remember their music!! The first picture is of the huge display screen in front our seats and the stage was directly below.  The second picture is from our seats of the stage and both artists performing.  Billy Joel is on the left and Elton John is on the right...I really think we did well with the seats and view.  The two video clips are of Elton and Billy.  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width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UWPg3r9cstQ/Sl6FiGKjydI/AAAAAAAAANU/JMFdxMJ-QmQ/s72-c/IMG_4501.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23921137.post-2819986078454105276</id><published>2009-06-28T19:42:00.022-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T20:45:17.375-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Great Outdoors Family Vacation</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UWPg3r9cstQ/SkgNMcSMf0I/AAAAAAAAANE/2FLh8kUwHP0/s1600-h/IMG_4149.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352542664531935042" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UWPg3r9cstQ/SkgNMcSMf0I/AAAAAAAAANE/2FLh8kUwHP0/s320/IMG_4149.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a 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320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352540540387982002" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UWPg3r9cstQ/SkgLQzOz-rI/AAAAAAAAAMs/lJ-ilm-UyQA/s320/DSC01451.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UWPg3r9cstQ/SkgLHFLauhI/AAAAAAAAAMk/JnkU-7I2I34/s1600-h/DSC01453.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352540373406890514" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UWPg3r9cstQ/SkgLHFLauhI/AAAAAAAAAMk/JnkU-7I2I34/s320/DSC01453.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UWPg3r9cstQ/SkgK2MP3gGI/AAAAAAAAAMc/LtWRQJ8ng0c/s1600-h/HPIM3092.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352540083246825570" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UWPg3r9cstQ/SkgK2MP3gGI/AAAAAAAAAMc/LtWRQJ8ng0c/s320/HPIM3092.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UWPg3r9cstQ/SkgKtfKp2tI/AAAAAAAAAMU/L8niUmaQSNM/s1600-h/DSC01484.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352539933706410706" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UWPg3r9cstQ/SkgKtfKp2tI/AAAAAAAAAMU/L8niUmaQSNM/s320/DSC01484.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UWPg3r9cstQ/SkgKedgxI1I/AAAAAAAAAMM/xPM1cCeYmCI/s1600-h/HPIM3118.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352539675564254034" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UWPg3r9cstQ/SkgKedgxI1I/AAAAAAAAAMM/xPM1cCeYmCI/s320/HPIM3118.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UWPg3r9cstQ/SkgKPeEP9DI/AAAAAAAAAME/ibbEtrKT7yY/s1600-h/HPIM3119.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352539418015036466" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UWPg3r9cstQ/SkgKPeEP9DI/AAAAAAAAAME/ibbEtrKT7yY/s320/HPIM3119.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UWPg3r9cstQ/SkgKGDSg5XI/AAAAAAAAAL8/hzBg36zCtUY/s1600-h/IMG_4202.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352539256208287090" border="0" alt="" 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id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352538900122357378" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UWPg3r9cstQ/SkgJxUxAzoI/AAAAAAAAALs/pUASkz9VtWM/s320/IMG_4237.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UWPg3r9cstQ/SkgJjR6bhKI/AAAAAAAAALk/cQPgioRILgk/s1600-h/IMG_4238.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352538658838381730" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UWPg3r9cstQ/SkgJjR6bhKI/AAAAAAAAALk/cQPgioRILgk/s320/IMG_4238.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UWPg3r9cstQ/SkgJW-OKRzI/AAAAAAAAALc/7wxNAuy7BVQ/s1600-h/IMG_4342.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352538447393998642" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UWPg3r9cstQ/SkgJW-OKRzI/AAAAAAAAALc/7wxNAuy7BVQ/s320/IMG_4342.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hello Everyone, This June, Scott and I joined my family for a vacation in the Boundary Waters between Minnesota and Canada. We rented a cabin on the lake and survived without cell phones, cable and the Internet...yes I know, shocking!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The first day was a five hour drive to the cabin through northern Minnesota and along Lake Superior. The temperature along the lake was generally 10 degrees cooler and was quite a shock when stopping for gas or a bathroom break. We had wonderful temperatures during the stay and only one evening of rain. After unloading the cars we all set about determining who would sleep where and exploring the lake and private dock. Us adults contributed $10 dollars to a fund that would pay for the largest fish caught during our stay...the total was $90.   This evening we played a family game of Trivial Pursuit and I'll brag by saying I won :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;On day two everyone scattered among the lake in canoes and one row boat in order to catch the largest fish. Scott and I got our canoe on the second day and began exploring the lake. We did bring along a fishing pole and tried hard to catch something...we were unsuccessful. We did find a nice island in the lake where we stopped for tanning and relaxation in the sunshine.  The record fish was caught by my nephew Zach and was a 2 pound small mouth bass...how long would his record hold? Dawnelle and Leah joined us and spent the next two days roughing it in the cabin. This evening the family played a game of Apples to Apples and I won....much better at games then fishing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;On day three there was nothing strenuous on the agenda so Scott and I chilled around the cabin, did more fishing from the dock and paddled around the lake a bit before dinner. My brothers Jason and Aaron were the grill masters and responsible for cooking every ones steaks to perfection. So far, Zach was leading with the 2 pound bass but many other family members were catching slightly smaller fish. This evening the family played a game of Pictionary and Scott and I won...see a trend here?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;On day four we all set off to hike a trail in the area. The top was a spectacular view of the wilderness area. It was a nice view and we got some nice photos of everyone against this backdrop. After returning to the cabin everyone set off in the boats since we were leaving the next day and time was short of beating Zach's fish record. Scott and I tried again for the record but failed to catch anything so we headed back to the island and bathed in the sun for awhile. This evening was our fish fry that was supplemented with some hamburgers. This evening the family played Apples to Apples again and I lost :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;On day five we all packed up and retraced our route back home. We did take a break and stopped for brunch in Duluth. By the way, Aaron caught the largest fish...a 2.5 pound small mouth bass...we all tried but he was successful. We're already planning for something similar next year...who knows what adventures await!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The pictures include: first pic: Scott and I chilling on the island, second pic: Aaron, Jen and Kya in the canoe, third pic: Anita and Zach in the canoe, fourth pic: Jason and Aaron in the canoe, fifth pic: Aaron and the largest fish, sixth pic: Zach and his former largest fish, seventh pic: Scott holding a fish, eighth pic: Aaron and Jen with Jason and Mel in the cabin, ninth pic: Scott and Mom chilling with a drink, tenth pic: Dawnelle and Leah chilling on the deck, eleventh pic: Kevin and a fish, twelfth pic: Scott and I on the overlook, thirteenth pic: the family on the overlook (minus Kevin), fourteenth pic: Scott walking on water.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/23921137-2819986078454105276?l=songwukong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songwukong.blogspot.com/feeds/2819986078454105276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23921137&amp;postID=2819986078454105276' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23921137/posts/default/2819986078454105276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23921137/posts/default/2819986078454105276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songwukong.blogspot.com/2009/06/great-outdoors-family-vacation.html' title='The Great Outdoors Family Vacation'/><author><name>Bryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05081653035417148219</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UWPg3r9cstQ/SkgNMcSMf0I/AAAAAAAAANE/2FLh8kUwHP0/s72-c/IMG_4149.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23921137.post-6527013752031665965</id><published>2009-06-13T22:55:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T23:12:39.415-04:00</updated><title type='text'>2009 Columbus Ohio 5K Pride Run</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UWPg3r9cstQ/SjRphh8txYI/AAAAAAAAALU/kn3mTbqC7fQ/s1600-h/IMG_4135.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347014682365248898" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UWPg3r9cstQ/SjRphh8txYI/AAAAAAAAALU/kn3mTbqC7fQ/s320/IMG_4135.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UWPg3r9cstQ/SjRpWuXPlXI/AAAAAAAAALM/sBXC-N3usi0/s1600-h/IMG_4134.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347014496719181170" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UWPg3r9cstQ/SjRpWuXPlXI/AAAAAAAAALM/sBXC-N3usi0/s320/IMG_4134.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hello Everyone, This morning I joined a few hundred of my closest friends and we participated in the Columbus Ohio 5K Pride Run 2009. When they asked for everyone to line up Cliff and I were right at the very front and this created a small problem since we didn't really know the route. I envisioned us leading the pack off the established route and making history in a bad way. That anxiety was quickly removed at the sounding of the horn when many others passed us and from that point I had &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;knowledgeable&lt;/span&gt; people to follow :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I didn't understand why I was handed a medal when I crossed the finish line. It wasn't till I got home and actually read the back that I realized that I had placed in the top 20 for the men category of all the participants...the exact amount of runners is unknown at the moment but I'm sure the event planners will publish the times, etc in the near future so I can put the top 20 into perspective.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The guys in the photo who participated in the race are (L to R) Scott, Tony, Barry, Me and Cliff. The second photo is Cliff and I after the run...I would have worn my shiny medal but I hadn't realized its significance yet. On a side note, Scott and I will be heading off to Minnesota this coming week for a week with my family in cabin up north. We'll be sure to take pictures and place a post or two from the trip. Take care.&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/23921137-6527013752031665965?l=songwukong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songwukong.blogspot.com/feeds/6527013752031665965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23921137&amp;postID=6527013752031665965' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23921137/posts/default/6527013752031665965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23921137/posts/default/6527013752031665965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songwukong.blogspot.com/2009/06/2009-columbus-ohio-5k-pride-run.html' title='2009 Columbus Ohio 5K Pride Run'/><author><name>Bryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05081653035417148219</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UWPg3r9cstQ/SjRphh8txYI/AAAAAAAAALU/kn3mTbqC7fQ/s72-c/IMG_4135.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23921137.post-1893368450891613465</id><published>2009-04-27T17:18:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T18:30:45.508-04:00</updated><title type='text'>South Florida Look Out!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UWPg3r9cstQ/SfYlstxmfnI/AAAAAAAAALE/dYCZXTVh9zM/s1600-h/IMG_3837.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329488659171671666" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UWPg3r9cstQ/SfYlstxmfnI/AAAAAAAAALE/dYCZXTVh9zM/s320/IMG_3837.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UWPg3r9cstQ/SfYlZnUyrtI/AAAAAAAAAK8/-zFpFvseMCY/s1600-h/IMG_3863.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329488331022708434" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 224px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UWPg3r9cstQ/SfYlZnUyrtI/AAAAAAAAAK8/-zFpFvseMCY/s320/IMG_3863.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hello everyone, Its been awhile since I've had anything real interesting to add to the blog...well finally it has happened! Scott and I finally got out ofagreed on a vacation destination and we spent five days in Fort &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Lauderdale&lt;/span&gt;. Of course wouldn't you know though, the temperatures in Columbus were &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;comparable&lt;/span&gt; to Florida the entire weekend we were gone...such injustice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We used our Southwest Reward Flights to get there and stayed at a Guest House that is only three blocks from the beach. We've only visited the beach once for a photo op since getting sand all over and dragging it to the room didn't sound all that exciting. The pool has been totally awesome and meeting the other guests has been pleasurable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On Monday we drove to Miami Beach so we could do some shopping and I could see Lincoln Avenue. This is a street lined with cafes' and tons of shops. We both prefer the European designed clothes since they fit our slim bodies much better than the larger cut American styles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The weather was absolutely wonderful and we've decided that this will become one of our regular get-away destinations. Our next trip is in two weeks when we'll attend Scott's niece's Christening in Chicago. We'll then be off for Minnesota in June to meet up with my family and hang out in Northern Minnesota near Canada where we've rented a large cabin to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;accommodate&lt;/span&gt; the dozen or so family members.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On the home front...work is going well for me in Dayton and I really enjoy the folks I work with. The drive is a pain but it's a job :) Scott is overworked as usual so this trip was really special for him. Life is going well at the house, we've planted a few flowers and Scott has decided a garden must planted where the best looking grass is in the back yard...the best looking because it has the most sun. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The pictures are of us in the pool and Scott relaxing on the raft that he took everyday from all the other patrons :) I'll let you know how Chicago goes. Take care.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&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/23921137-1893368450891613465?l=songwukong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songwukong.blogspot.com/feeds/1893368450891613465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23921137&amp;postID=1893368450891613465' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23921137/posts/default/1893368450891613465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23921137/posts/default/1893368450891613465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songwukong.blogspot.com/2009/04/south-florida-look-out.html' title='South Florida Look Out!'/><author><name>Bryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05081653035417148219</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UWPg3r9cstQ/SfYlstxmfnI/AAAAAAAAALE/dYCZXTVh9zM/s72-c/IMG_3837.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23921137.post-3792034852542881651</id><published>2009-01-24T20:16:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T20:58:09.431-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Move West Young Man!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UWPg3r9cstQ/SXvGnKFskTI/AAAAAAAAAK0/8yEgpgSWLPE/s1600-h/IMG_3736.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295044162929594674" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UWPg3r9cstQ/SXvGnKFskTI/AAAAAAAAAK0/8yEgpgSWLPE/s320/IMG_3736.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hello Everyone, I have officially moved west to Ohio. My 13 month ordeal is over and I have the job in Dayton. The last two weeks were spent repainting my townhouse in Virginia. Having the neutral color would increase the possibility of renting the place faster and easier. Thankfully, my roommate Mike was able to help and tie up lose ends when I departed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The movers came on a Friday and when I asked when they could deliver my items they said tomorrow morning at 9am! I was shocked but said yes and that night I left Virginia at midnight and headed west. This particular night was going to be real cold in Virginia with single digit temperatures and as I moved west the temperature gauge in my truck registered everthing from eight degrees to minus 16 throughout the mountains of Maryland and West Virginia. My good idea of leaving at midnight probably isn't the best since you are driving when most things are closed meaning you have to carefully plan your fuel stops. It all worked out and I arrived in Columbus Ohio 40 minutes before the moving truck parked in front of the house. That was a close one. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Scott was prepared and the movers quickly off loaded the truck. We spent the entire day unpacking and organizing my things with his. This process is still ongoing today but on a sporadic basis with most of the excess being confined to the basement. I have taken two weeks off from work in order to make this transition easier and I think it has been a great move. The temperature here in Columbus has been colder than Virginia and there was snow on the ground to greet me! Most of the snow in the yard and deck has melted this weekend thanks to a warming trend of 40 degrees...wahooo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am really trying hard not to import my Virginia driving habits and general bad attitude here to Ohio. Everything is so hectic in the DC area and forces everyone to drive fast and agressive and generally be rude. I'm looking forward to the midwest laid back lifestyle and friendly people. I'm still commuting one hour to work each way but that is life for the moment...the lottery hasn't quite panned out yet :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The picture was taken last night a birthday party for one of Scott's friends. Now we're learning to live with each other...wish us luck!! I'll keep you posted on how life is going here in central Ohio.&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/23921137-3792034852542881651?l=songwukong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songwukong.blogspot.com/feeds/3792034852542881651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23921137&amp;postID=3792034852542881651' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23921137/posts/default/3792034852542881651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23921137/posts/default/3792034852542881651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songwukong.blogspot.com/2009/01/move-west-young-man.html' title='Move West Young Man!'/><author><name>Bryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05081653035417148219</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UWPg3r9cstQ/SXvGnKFskTI/AAAAAAAAAK0/8yEgpgSWLPE/s72-c/IMG_3736.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23921137.post-109184025553293196</id><published>2008-11-30T17:21:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T17:46:28.134-05:00</updated><title type='text'>As the end of the year comes near</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UWPg3r9cstQ/STMXryMskBI/AAAAAAAAAKc/4m38WYD99Qw/s1600-h/IMG_3692.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274585629557821458" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UWPg3r9cstQ/STMXryMskBI/AAAAAAAAAKc/4m38WYD99Qw/s320/IMG_3692.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UWPg3r9cstQ/STMW88YsI2I/AAAAAAAAAKU/bU7NVd3zUmc/s1600-h/IMG_3679.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274584824838628194" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UWPg3r9cstQ/STMW88YsI2I/AAAAAAAAAKU/bU7NVd3zUmc/s320/IMG_3679.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UWPg3r9cstQ/STMWtJ2TvwI/AAAAAAAAAKM/Q-ggl2YbKvE/s1600-h/IMG_3675.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274584553574612738" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UWPg3r9cstQ/STMWtJ2TvwI/AAAAAAAAAKM/Q-ggl2YbKvE/s320/IMG_3675.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hello Everyone, Much has changed with all the aspects of my move to Columbus Ohio and living with Scott. You have no doubt been tracking the progress of the house that was being built earlier this year until a change in plans occured and Scott bought a Victorian home in Columbus. Since the purchase agreement was inked in late October it has been a whirlwind of activity that included moving Scott's belongings from Washington DC to Columbus and minor upgrades to the property to make it feel more like a home versus a house. Frankly, the whole house to home process is still a work in progress :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have a job waiting for me in Dayton Ohio, about 60 miles one way that hasn't finished all the corporate contractual mumbo jumbo so I can officially accept and make my move preparations. I unilaterally decided I would like to start fresh in Ohio at the beginning of the new year to make the tax process easier...but we'll see if that dream will be realized. I do expect that January 2009 will be the move or start work date.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;November 2008 is officially the one year mark since Scott initially moved from Washington DC to Columbus and I started my job search. The past twelve months have been a period of extreme growth for both of us and tested our commitment in many ways. The old saying "that which doesn't kill you only makes you stronger" has some relevance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, the biggest threat looming is surviving the winter in a 1920's era home with no insulation! In addition, the desk chair from which I'm writing this post continues to roll toward the center of the house and is quite annoying but adds to the character of the home :) We raked all the leaves from the backyard and piled in the corner of the lot so Scott can start his compost pile pet project. Does it matter that this mountain of leaves and other organic matter could supply the neighborhood with compost let alone our meager needs when summer arrives..ugh, the joys of a partner's vision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've included a couple shots of the home and one of Scott decorating the Christmas tree donated from friends since we have more room. Take care and I'll keep you updated on the progress. Muah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/23921137-109184025553293196?l=songwukong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songwukong.blogspot.com/feeds/109184025553293196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23921137&amp;postID=109184025553293196' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23921137/posts/default/109184025553293196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23921137/posts/default/109184025553293196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songwukong.blogspot.com/2008/11/as-end-of-year-comes-near.html' title='As the end of the year comes near'/><author><name>Bryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05081653035417148219</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UWPg3r9cstQ/STMXryMskBI/AAAAAAAAAKc/4m38WYD99Qw/s72-c/IMG_3692.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23921137.post-7867582921462644639</id><published>2008-10-06T15:24:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T15:27:10.995-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Stop The Presses!</title><content type='html'>There has been considerable turmoil with the Ohio house buying and relocation. I'll post an update once it gets straightened out. More to follow!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23921137-7867582921462644639?l=songwukong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songwukong.blogspot.com/feeds/7867582921462644639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23921137&amp;postID=7867582921462644639' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23921137/posts/default/7867582921462644639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23921137/posts/default/7867582921462644639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songwukong.blogspot.com/2008/10/stop-presses.html' title='Stop The Presses!'/><author><name>Bryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05081653035417148219</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23921137.post-7755526646996952894</id><published>2008-08-26T18:49:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T19:13:08.373-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Housing Progress</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UWPg3r9cstQ/SLSNwm9dNVI/AAAAAAAAAHU/Usm53sedWrY/s1600-h/IMG_3572.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238968132770280786" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UWPg3r9cstQ/SLSNwm9dNVI/AAAAAAAAAHU/Usm53sedWrY/s320/IMG_3572.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UWPg3r9cstQ/SLSNXiYSgmI/AAAAAAAAAHM/j6SyFt79r8o/s1600-h/IMG_3580.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238967702043918946" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UWPg3r9cstQ/SLSNXiYSgmI/AAAAAAAAAHM/j6SyFt79r8o/s320/IMG_3580.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hello Everyone, I was in Ohio this weekend with Scott and got a good look at the progress with the house. Since my last visit the dry-wall has been taped, sanded and the first coat of paint is applied. The biggest items are the bathroom tiles, railings and cabinets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The kitchen cabinets will provide more than enough storage space for our things and once all the dust is removed will look showroom quality! We got the raised vanity in the master bath since we're both tall and hate bending over so much with the standard height.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The shower tile is installed and looks real good with exception of the soap holder. We specifically decided against the unappealing ceramic type and wouldn't you know they installed it anyway. Not sure what we'll do at this point since removing it will require replacement of certain tiles. Who knows, maybe it'll grow on us?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We completed our landscaping consultation on Monday and picked out the shrubs, trees and perennials. I was also educated about the 'raised bed' for the landscaping and we decided to opt for it. I'm confident that next summer the combination of plant textures and colors will compliment the house and give it great curb appeal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We are really looking forward to the installation of the flooring. How everything ties together within the house will influence our furniture selections, etc. It's hard to visualize now so having the real thing will help immensely.  Have a great Labor Day holiday!&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/23921137-7755526646996952894?l=songwukong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songwukong.blogspot.com/feeds/7755526646996952894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23921137&amp;postID=7755526646996952894' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23921137/posts/default/7755526646996952894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23921137/posts/default/7755526646996952894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songwukong.blogspot.com/2008/08/housing-progress.html' title='Housing Progress'/><author><name>Bryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05081653035417148219</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UWPg3r9cstQ/SLSNwm9dNVI/AAAAAAAAAHU/Usm53sedWrY/s72-c/IMG_3572.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23921137.post-5353381282148028794</id><published>2008-07-27T20:04:00.009-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-27T21:25:28.212-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer Vacation in Minnesota</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_UWPg3r9cstQ/SI0fp3hJTiI/AAAAAAAAAHE/BT_uoyrdZ2g/s1600-h/IMG_3395.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227869546585083426" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_UWPg3r9cstQ/SI0fp3hJTiI/AAAAAAAAAHE/BT_uoyrdZ2g/s320/IMG_3395.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_UWPg3r9cstQ/SI0VjJ5zTyI/AAAAAAAAAG8/TDl8ZiR9nSQ/s1600-h/IMG_3238.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227858436144975650" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_UWPg3r9cstQ/SI0VjJ5zTyI/AAAAAAAAAG8/TDl8ZiR9nSQ/s320/IMG_3238.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_UWPg3r9cstQ/SI0VTinWtWI/AAAAAAAAAG0/wQAZKx3yiQc/s1600-h/IMG_3230.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227858167900583266" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_UWPg3r9cstQ/SI0VTinWtWI/AAAAAAAAAG0/wQAZKx3yiQc/s320/IMG_3230.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_UWPg3r9cstQ/SI0VIWcPAtI/AAAAAAAAAGs/J6BDsm798tQ/s1600-h/IMG_3227.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227857975654154962" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_UWPg3r9cstQ/SI0VIWcPAtI/AAAAAAAAAGs/J6BDsm798tQ/s320/IMG_3227.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_UWPg3r9cstQ/SI0Uxgs84dI/AAAAAAAAAGk/_khyoEDm1s0/s1600-h/IMG_3212.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227857583271633362" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_UWPg3r9cstQ/SI0Uxgs84dI/AAAAAAAAAGk/_khyoEDm1s0/s320/IMG_3212.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_UWPg3r9cstQ/SI0UidvF4FI/AAAAAAAAAGc/qoFtcmdiOyM/s1600-h/IMG_3387.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hello Everyone, A week in Minnesota does a body good! Scott was able to join me for the first four days of a week in Minnesota with family. We took a trek to Duluth along Lake Superior to meet with Mark and see the area. Of course we had lunch at Grandma's restaurant along the canal and walked a bit along the boardwalk. We also crossed the lift-bridge and checked out the beach that I never knew existed this far north :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was lucky enough to make it home in time to see my Grandmother Doris Eleanor Hermel before her death some 12 hours later. The final weeks of her 84 years took a physical and emotional toll on the family and thankfully her suffering is over. The funeral was held four days later in the town of Stark and attended by family and many friends. As it always works, it was a time to catch-up with one another and vow to remain in touch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The annual Relay For Life (Cancer walk) was held during my time with family and since my mother is a committee member you can bet she was walking and I was going to attend the opening ceremony and visit with people I knew. There were many bags dedicated to my stepfather Roger along the walking route and the event raised approximately 70K for Cancer research. It was awesome to see so many citizens out supporting this cause.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had achieved a milestone during my visit...I turned 40! To mark the date we had our typical family Trivial Pursuit night where the wine, pizza and heckling were plentiful!! I'm not sure if it's a sign but I won the game...maybe a job in Ohio will be forthcoming? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;On a different note, the house in Ohio is progressing along nicely as you will notice in the picture. Scott did the pre-drywall walk-thru so this week it will be hung. Everything seems on target to finish in October.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The first picture is of the house in Ohio.  The second picture is Scott overlooking Lake Superior and notice the beach in the background..it really does exist. The third picture is Scott and I posing in front of a mooring. The fourth picture is Mark and I posing in front of the same mooring. The last picture is of the Trival Pursuit night and does not include everyone.  Take care.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/23921137-5353381282148028794?l=songwukong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songwukong.blogspot.com/feeds/5353381282148028794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23921137&amp;postID=5353381282148028794' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23921137/posts/default/5353381282148028794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23921137/posts/default/5353381282148028794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songwukong.blogspot.com/2008/07/summer-vacation-in-minnesota.html' title='Summer Vacation in Minnesota'/><author><name>Bryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05081653035417148219</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_UWPg3r9cstQ/SI0fp3hJTiI/AAAAAAAAAHE/BT_uoyrdZ2g/s72-c/IMG_3395.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23921137.post-6848137831790404030</id><published>2008-06-26T19:50:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T20:37:49.006-04:00</updated><title type='text'>We've Been Framed!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_UWPg3r9cstQ/SGQvkUtIjuI/AAAAAAAAAGU/nzU2btsIWC0/s1600-h/IMG_3038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216346569481686754" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_UWPg3r9cstQ/SGQvkUtIjuI/AAAAAAAAAGU/nzU2btsIWC0/s320/IMG_3038.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_UWPg3r9cstQ/SGQvXIpFokI/AAAAAAAAAGM/NAW76FRFYCc/s1600-h/IMG_3039.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216346342905193026" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_UWPg3r9cstQ/SGQvXIpFokI/AAAAAAAAAGM/NAW76FRFYCc/s320/IMG_3039.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_UWPg3r9cstQ/SGQvIwFCCjI/AAAAAAAAAGE/FCmvjEVo-lQ/s1600-h/IMG_3044.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216346095793343026" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_UWPg3r9cstQ/SGQvIwFCCjI/AAAAAAAAAGE/FCmvjEVo-lQ/s320/IMG_3044.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_UWPg3r9cstQ/SGQu3g4DlkI/AAAAAAAAAF8/4fxP8mWVMAI/s1600-h/IMG_3047.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216345799654610498" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_UWPg3r9cstQ/SGQu3g4DlkI/AAAAAAAAAF8/4fxP8mWVMAI/s320/IMG_3047.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hello Everyone, I arrived in Columbus today and immediately Scott and I went off to the home site so I could see the progress first hand...and we did not have our hard hats. The walls, roof and windows are in and it really resembles a house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We took a walk through the house keeping an eye out for nails, etc and got a great view of the 'bones' of the house. Interestingly, a fireplace has been framed which is a surprise since we did not order one...we'll see what this all means as time passes. Scott has finally acquiesced on taking the largest spare bedroom for his office so now we'll have a great guest room. Score one for the little people :) On recommendation from our friend Frank Little, Scott is now making friends with the site workers and even brought pizza last week. We're trying to ensure that they take just a little pride in their work and when presented with the choice of just getting by on materials or going the extra mile they chose the latter!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have been skeptically eyeing the space between us and the neighbors house since it doesn't seem to be large enough for another home even though it is clearly another lot. I plan to enquire with the builder and see if this is something that could be purchased....we'll see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the other news department....Scott was out in DC last weekend for a competative swim meet so we had the entire week together. I'm coming back to Ohio over the 4th of July and will then take vacation and visit family in Minnesota over my birthday near the end of July. Scott will meet me in Minnesota and spend a few days with the family. I don't have any news about a job in Ohio but somehow keep a positive attitude about it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lastly, to the greasy piece of shit slimball who stole my license tags from the front of truck...may you rot in hell!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The pictures are of the outside and a couple shots of the inside. Enjoy and I'll keep you informed.&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/23921137-6848137831790404030?l=songwukong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songwukong.blogspot.com/feeds/6848137831790404030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23921137&amp;postID=6848137831790404030' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23921137/posts/default/6848137831790404030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23921137/posts/default/6848137831790404030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songwukong.blogspot.com/2008/06/weve-been-framed.html' title='We&apos;ve Been Framed!'/><author><name>Bryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05081653035417148219</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_UWPg3r9cstQ/SGQvkUtIjuI/AAAAAAAAAGU/nzU2btsIWC0/s72-c/IMG_3038.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23921137.post-1988781187986355836</id><published>2008-06-05T21:01:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T21:07:22.001-04:00</updated><title type='text'>We've been laid!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_UWPg3r9cstQ/SEiNv0BWg2I/AAAAAAAAAF0/AZT0Zf3iIuc/s1600-h/IMG_2853.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208568821611660130" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_UWPg3r9cstQ/SEiNv0BWg2I/AAAAAAAAAF0/AZT0Zf3iIuc/s320/IMG_2853.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_UWPg3r9cstQ/SEiNkx5YGqI/AAAAAAAAAFs/sKFg30J7bgk/s1600-h/IMG_2809.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208568632062778018" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_UWPg3r9cstQ/SEiNkx5YGqI/AAAAAAAAAFs/sKFg30J7bgk/s320/IMG_2809.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hello Everyone, ....well, the foundation for the house has been laid....keep it clean here :) Anyway, Scott drove by the house and noticed the basement is completed and shortly after that the waterproofing and some sort of insulation was applied. The fun stuff will begin soon with the framing, roofing and finer details. Scott continues to be overworked and a bit stressed while I'm waiting for word on my relocation to Ohio. We'll keep you posted. Take care.&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/23921137-1988781187986355836?l=songwukong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songwukong.blogspot.com/feeds/1988781187986355836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23921137&amp;postID=1988781187986355836' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23921137/posts/default/1988781187986355836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23921137/posts/default/1988781187986355836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songwukong.blogspot.com/2008/06/weve-been-laid.html' title='We&apos;ve been laid!'/><author><name>Bryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05081653035417148219</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_UWPg3r9cstQ/SEiNv0BWg2I/AAAAAAAAAF0/AZT0Zf3iIuc/s72-c/IMG_2853.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23921137.post-8984865214195824128</id><published>2008-05-23T00:39:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-07T02:45:35.618-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Michigan in May</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_UWPg3r9cstQ/SDZOMLNDz3I/AAAAAAAAAFk/gX6kebFsA0w/s1600-h/IMG_2793.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203432390546149234" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_UWPg3r9cstQ/SDZOMLNDz3I/AAAAAAAAAFk/gX6kebFsA0w/s320/IMG_2793.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_UWPg3r9cstQ/SDZOBLNDz2I/AAAAAAAAAFc/EBsF0ptXZfc/s1600-h/IMG_2716.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203432201567588194" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_UWPg3r9cstQ/SDZOBLNDz2I/AAAAAAAAAFc/EBsF0ptXZfc/s320/IMG_2716.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_UWPg3r9cstQ/SDZN1bNDz1I/AAAAAAAAAFU/SFzo8GhoJH4/s1600-h/IMG_2719.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203431999704125266" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_UWPg3r9cstQ/SDZN1bNDz1I/AAAAAAAAAFU/SFzo8GhoJH4/s320/IMG_2719.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_UWPg3r9cstQ/SDZNnrNDz0I/AAAAAAAAAFM/6pUiSEV_PmI/s1600-h/IMG_2714.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203431763480923970" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_UWPg3r9cstQ/SDZNnrNDz0I/AAAAAAAAAFM/6pUiSEV_PmI/s320/IMG_2714.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_UWPg3r9cstQ/SDZNbrNDzzI/AAAAAAAAAFE/xXSTkbr_j1k/s1600-h/IMG_2713.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203431557322493746" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_UWPg3r9cstQ/SDZNbrNDzzI/AAAAAAAAAFE/xXSTkbr_j1k/s320/IMG_2713.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hello Everyone, Last weekend Scott and I traveled to Michigan to attend his Aunt's birthday party and I got to meet more members of his family. The last time we visited was around Christmas and it was freaking cold. It was still a bit chilly with the wind but the threat of freezing to death was nil. The drive is approximately three hours from Columbus Ohio where our apartment is. That weekend we also sat down with the construction supervisor responsible for the building of our home. It was our opportunity to verify everything we wanted got added to the blueprints and it was the home builders opportunity to present the timeline and answer any questions we had. Barring any serious difficulties, the home should be finished around October 08. We were even issued our own hard hats for the many visits to the work site that we're planning. Since my commute passes me by the area each day I'll probably be stopping more then the workers would like. Do you think if I pounded the rank of Major into the hard hat they'll get the idea that I'm going to be a major pain-in-the-ass? Anyway, the photos are of Scott and I with our new hard hats, a couple shots of the model home interior to give you an idea of what the inside will look like and last but not least, a family pic. From left to right: Scotts stepbrother Johnny and his son Zeek, Scotts stepsister Jeanette and her daughter Honorea and of course Scott and me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&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/23921137-8984865214195824128?l=songwukong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songwukong.blogspot.com/feeds/8984865214195824128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23921137&amp;postID=8984865214195824128' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23921137/posts/default/8984865214195824128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23921137/posts/default/8984865214195824128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songwukong.blogspot.com/2008/05/michigan-in-may.html' title='Michigan in May'/><author><name>Bryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05081653035417148219</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_UWPg3r9cstQ/SDZOMLNDz3I/AAAAAAAAAFk/gX6kebFsA0w/s72-c/IMG_2793.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23921137.post-5098578730138118556</id><published>2008-04-05T22:55:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-05T23:04:18.281-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Life continues with the Parkside</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_UWPg3r9cstQ/R_g9dtDZmfI/AAAAAAAAAE8/7hqF0HSbxY8/s1600-h/IMG_2604.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185962551436483058" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_UWPg3r9cstQ/R_g9dtDZmfI/AAAAAAAAAE8/7hqF0HSbxY8/s320/IMG_2604.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_UWPg3r9cstQ/R_g9TtDZmeI/AAAAAAAAAE0/3yf_sBRQrYk/s1600-h/IMG_2601.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185962379637791202" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_UWPg3r9cstQ/R_g9TtDZmeI/AAAAAAAAAE0/3yf_sBRQrYk/s320/IMG_2601.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hello Everyone, last weekend Scott and I (mostly Scott) closed the deal to build a new home outside Columbus Ohio. The model is called the Parkside and constructed by MI Homes. Scott did sooo much research and then some more research and we feel that this is the best decision and the best timing. We don't have a firm date on completion but we can reasonably expect the end of summer. For now, we also have an apartment near Scotts work on a short term lease. I'm still in Virginia and working to find a job...it'll happen but the process is sure slow. In two weeks I'll be back in Ohio so we can meet with the design representative and pick out carpets, flooring, tile and colors. I'm excited to experience a Ohio summer! I've attached a couple photos of the Parkside home so you see what the finished product will be. Enjoy.&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/23921137-5098578730138118556?l=songwukong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songwukong.blogspot.com/feeds/5098578730138118556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23921137&amp;postID=5098578730138118556' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23921137/posts/default/5098578730138118556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23921137/posts/default/5098578730138118556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songwukong.blogspot.com/2008/04/life-continues-with-parkside.html' title='Life continues with the Parkside'/><author><name>Bryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05081653035417148219</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_UWPg3r9cstQ/R_g9dtDZmfI/AAAAAAAAAE8/7hqF0HSbxY8/s72-c/IMG_2604.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23921137.post-3717446366822292242</id><published>2008-03-01T22:55:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-01T23:12:05.278-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Is it an election year already?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_UWPg3r9cstQ/R8oouyO96lI/AAAAAAAAAEs/HEoKA6q3gyY/s1600-h/temp_flashheader.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172991906212080210" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_UWPg3r9cstQ/R8oouyO96lI/AAAAAAAAAEs/HEoKA6q3gyY/s320/temp_flashheader.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hello Everyone, I've been a bit delinquent on my duties to keep my blog updated. These past few months have been full of surprises and frustration. First thing, I've decided to relocate myself to Columbus Ohio in order to join Scott. He was transferred to Columbus from DC for his job and that was the easy part! Ever since November of 2007 I've been searching and applying for a few jobs in the Dayton area since that is the about the only place with my specialty. And of course the waiting game continues. Scott and I have been on a rotation schedule so to speak for visits to Columbus and DC. He likes Southwest Airlines while I prefer United. He is staying with a friend of his while we continue to look for homes or an apartment. Lately, the decision has been more about an apartment so we have some time to research houses and make the correct decision. Kim our realtor is being very patient and somehow keeps her sanity. We've looked at everything from the swanky condos downtown to the ultimate suburban McMansion. My hope is to be relocated by the summer so we'll see what happens.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you haven't noticed I plan to suporrt Obama for the Presidential election. If you are undecided or really think that a change will be good for the country in 2008-09 then join me in voting for the big "O". Yes, we all like a big "O" every now and then or maybe more than that so jump on board! :) Take care and can't summer come sooner?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23921137-3717446366822292242?l=songwukong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songwukong.blogspot.com/feeds/3717446366822292242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23921137&amp;postID=3717446366822292242' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23921137/posts/default/3717446366822292242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23921137/posts/default/3717446366822292242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songwukong.blogspot.com/2008/03/is-it-election-year-already.html' title='Is it an election year already?'/><author><name>Bryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05081653035417148219</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_UWPg3r9cstQ/R8oouyO96lI/AAAAAAAAAEs/HEoKA6q3gyY/s72-c/temp_flashheader.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23921137.post-4643268009964641834</id><published>2007-09-16T17:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-16T17:56:57.688-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Dog Poop Welcome to Los Angeles!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_UWPg3r9cstQ/Ru2k-wls6MI/AAAAAAAAAEk/Wz4-QNFGufc/s1600-h/IMG_2222.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110922550237259970" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_UWPg3r9cstQ/Ru2k-wls6MI/AAAAAAAAAEk/Wz4-QNFGufc/s320/IMG_2222.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_UWPg3r9cstQ/Ru2kywls6LI/AAAAAAAAAEc/uFnfYuI0PRI/s1600-h/IMG_2227.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110922344078829746" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_UWPg3r9cstQ/Ru2kywls6LI/AAAAAAAAAEc/uFnfYuI0PRI/s320/IMG_2227.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The arrival in Los Angeles was met with warm weather and sunny skies. We took a cab from the airport to our guest house and experienced a bit of the awful traffic often publicized from LA. The guest house is pet friendly and someone’s dog left us a welcome turd on our door mat! We dropped our bags and headed off to find lunch. We casually walked up and down Santa Monica Boulevard taking in the sights and smells of LA. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;That evening we met a friend of Scott’s from DC who is in LA for business and we all went out to experience a little of the nightlife. It turned into a late night. An observation about the small part of LA and California that we experienced is the awareness of healthier eating. Many of the cafes and restaurants take pride in highlighting and advertising the organic products and selections available on their menus. In addition, I’ve seen an inordinate amount of advertising for cosmetic surgery like Lipo Sculpture, Fat Transfer, Facial Implants and Facial Rejuvenation….welcome to LA! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Anyway, we spent most of the day lounging around the pool and trying to perfect our tans before returning to DC tomorrow night. Lunch at the trendy club and restaurant called the Abbey was a highlight. We headed down to the Pacific Design Center to walk though the Museum of Contemporary Art (MOCA) and stumbled upon the building of the set for the Emmy awards this coming Sunday (16 Sep). So typical Hollywood is the construction of the set..from the outside it appears very ornate and lavish, however, behind the scenes the set is constructed with plywood with fabric stretched over it and propped up with 2X4's and the golden statues are styrofoam. The MOCA was closed and the next day we learned that it was temporarily closed due to the Emmy awards…oh well, maybe another trip. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;We met up with Scott’s friend and his friend, so the four of us went out to the Factory and had our eardrums blasted from some of the loudest bass I’ve ever heard. LA has similar anti-smoking laws as DC so being in restaurants and clubs was a positive experience. The final day we got some last minute sun and then went off for lunch at a nearby café and finally hailed a taxi for the 30 minute ride to LAX. Our flight back to Dulles was smooth except for the time change getting later so we arrived near midnight and put an end to our wonderful vacation. Scott and I will be heading to Columbus Ohio in early October so I’ll have more then. The photos are Santa Monica Boulevard sign and the Pacific Design Center and the Emmy set.&lt;/span&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/23921137-4643268009964641834?l=songwukong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songwukong.blogspot.com/feeds/4643268009964641834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23921137&amp;postID=4643268009964641834' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23921137/posts/default/4643268009964641834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23921137/posts/default/4643268009964641834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songwukong.blogspot.com/2007/09/dog-poop-welcome-to-los-angeles.html' title='Dog Poop Welcome to Los Angeles!'/><author><name>Bryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05081653035417148219</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_UWPg3r9cstQ/Ru2k-wls6MI/AAAAAAAAAEk/Wz4-QNFGufc/s72-c/IMG_2222.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23921137.post-5173466556131323888</id><published>2007-09-16T17:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-16T17:33:11.558-04:00</updated><title type='text'>USS Arizona</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_UWPg3r9cstQ/Ru2gfQls6KI/AAAAAAAAAEU/d_3gc18GTUk/s1600-h/IMG_2200.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110917611024869538" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_UWPg3r9cstQ/Ru2gfQls6KI/AAAAAAAAAEU/d_3gc18GTUk/s320/IMG_2200.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_UWPg3r9cstQ/Ru2gVgls6JI/AAAAAAAAAEM/1PoOnzcLW9k/s1600-h/IMG_2174.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110917443521144978" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_UWPg3r9cstQ/Ru2gVgls6JI/AAAAAAAAAEM/1PoOnzcLW9k/s320/IMG_2174.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;On our final day in Hawaii Scott rented a car so we could explore a little of the island and then drop off Leslie and Tracy at the airport so they could catch a flight to Maui.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We headed to the Pali Lookout and felt the strong cool wind blowing through the valley and over the lookout. The windward side of the island looked very lush with a couple of hills that were unusually brown. Strangely, there was a warning sign to be cautious of bees at the lookout and sure enough there was an abnormally large amount of bees flying around..no explanation given. We continued on to the town of Kaliua and found a local restaurant named Boots and Kimos that have some very tasty banana pancakes with Macadamia nut topping…it truly was delicious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After lunch we headed back to the leeward side of the island on the highway H3 that passed through the mountains via tunnels and was under construction twelve years ago when I lived here. We popped out on the other side above Pearl Harbor and entered the naval base to visit the USS Arizona memorial. We found that the naval base does not connect to the memorial so we eventually found our way and made a quick stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leslie and Tracy needed to be dropped off around 3 pm for their inter island flight so off we went, let them off at the curb and said our goodbyes. Scott and I headed back to Honolulu and crawled along the expressway with everyone else in midday traffic. We were meeting my aunt Barb and Joche for dinner in the early evening so we got cleaned up, met Barb outside the hotel and she took us to her condo building so we could visit and look at pictures from me and my mother’s earlier trip to Sweden in July.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a short while we went up to Joche’s condo and dined on succulent scallops. When dinner was cleared we all four played multiple games of Sequence and let me tell you that Barb and Joche take game playing seriously and get aggressive. By the way, the team of Scott and Barb won the game, however, Joche and I put up a valiant fight. The next day was going to be early so we headed back to the hotel to pack our things. At 4:30 am we awoke, took the rental to the airport and boarded our flight for Los Angeles at 7 am. The photos are a shot of the windward side of the island from the Pali Lookout and the USS Arizona memorial (the USS Missouri is also in the photo to the left).&lt;/span&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/23921137-5173466556131323888?l=songwukong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songwukong.blogspot.com/feeds/5173466556131323888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23921137&amp;postID=5173466556131323888' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23921137/posts/default/5173466556131323888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23921137/posts/default/5173466556131323888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songwukong.blogspot.com/2007/09/uss-arizona.html' title='USS Arizona'/><author><name>Bryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05081653035417148219</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_UWPg3r9cstQ/Ru2gfQls6KI/AAAAAAAAAEU/d_3gc18GTUk/s72-c/IMG_2200.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23921137.post-6483828508241840526</id><published>2007-09-12T14:20:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-12T14:23:43.966-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Final Night Celebration</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_UWPg3r9cstQ/RuguiAU9TzI/AAAAAAAAAEE/pYy6A3IlLzI/s1600-h/IMG_2129.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109384938990161714" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_UWPg3r9cstQ/RuguiAU9TzI/AAAAAAAAAEE/pYy6A3IlLzI/s320/IMG_2129.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_UWPg3r9cstQ/RuguVAU9TyI/AAAAAAAAAD8/qaMrqilCi_Y/s1600-h/IMG_2150.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109384715651862306" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_UWPg3r9cstQ/RuguVAU9TyI/AAAAAAAAAD8/qaMrqilCi_Y/s320/IMG_2150.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_UWPg3r9cstQ/RuguIgU9TxI/AAAAAAAAAD0/P-Xp47fSgas/s1600-h/IMG_2115.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109384500903497490" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_UWPg3r9cstQ/RuguIgU9TxI/AAAAAAAAAD0/P-Xp47fSgas/s320/IMG_2115.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Today we awoke to another beautiful day in paradise. Scott and I walked down to the convention center where he met Leslie so they could attend a work related seminar titled “Regulatory and Legislative Hot Topics”. I decided to meander through the Ala Moana mall again and kill some time until we all met up for lunch. I did find some bargains and soon found myself at the convention center catching Scott and Leslie after their seminar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We decided to eat at the Bubba Gump Shrimp Company restaurant at the mall and as you can imagine it is decorated with everything from the movie Forrest Gump. Tracy was visiting the zoo during the time I was at the mall and they were at the seminar so she took the bus back to join us for lunch. During lunch we made our game plan for the final night celebration – Pacific Rim Festival at the Aloha Tower Marketplace. The CPCU society had booked the entire facility for all the new designees and guests. After lunch, Scott and I quickly checked out a couple shops in the mall and caught a cab back to the hotel. We decided to lay out on the rooftop and do laundry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Around 6 pm we started walking towards the Prince Hotel to meet up with Leslie and Tracy and catch the shuttle bus to the Aloha Tower Marketplace. Our walk along the beach turned into a sprint at the end since we underestimated the time required and ran into some new construction around the Hilton Hawaiian Village that detoured us away from the beach. Breathing heavy and sweaty we met up with Leslie and Tracy and boarded the bus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Marketplace had different areas set up throughout the facility offering different types of food items and beverages, to include alcohol. It was a bit interesting corralling nearly five thousand people into and out of the facility! The culminating event was a fireworks show celebrating all the new CPCU’s and it turned out really nice. We called it a night and left Leslie and Tracy to board their bus while we caught another bus that would bring us closer to our hotel at the end of the strip. We leisurely walked back to the hotel and called it a night. Tomorrow we have rented a car and will pick up Leslie and Tracy and do some sightseeing around the island. The pictures are of the Aloha Tower Marketplace, fireworks and Diamond Head from our balcony in front of the room.&lt;/span&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/23921137-6483828508241840526?l=songwukong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songwukong.blogspot.com/feeds/6483828508241840526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23921137&amp;postID=6483828508241840526' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23921137/posts/default/6483828508241840526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23921137/posts/default/6483828508241840526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songwukong.blogspot.com/2007/09/final-night-celebration.html' title='Final Night Celebration'/><author><name>Bryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05081653035417148219</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_UWPg3r9cstQ/RuguiAU9TzI/AAAAAAAAAEE/pYy6A3IlLzI/s72-c/IMG_2129.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23921137.post-1411147004952229046</id><published>2007-09-12T13:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-12T14:25:55.563-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey Boys, Wanna Play?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_UWPg3r9cstQ/RuglDAU9TwI/AAAAAAAAADs/uhT53lvqOHg/s1600-h/IMG_2087.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109374510809566978" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_UWPg3r9cstQ/RuglDAU9TwI/AAAAAAAAADs/uhT53lvqOHg/s320/IMG_2087.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_UWPg3r9cstQ/RugkwQU9TvI/AAAAAAAAADk/IbI8xxl0Ikg/s1600-h/IMG_2100.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109374188687019762" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_UWPg3r9cstQ/RugkwQU9TvI/AAAAAAAAADk/IbI8xxl0Ikg/s320/IMG_2100.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Today we met Barb and Joche at the Hale Koa for Sunday brunch. This has been a tradition whenever I visit the island and is a carry over from when I lived here a number of years ago. After brunch we strolled through the grounds of the hotel and worked our way up towards Waikiki so Barb could show us the newest shopping area constructed in a Hawaiian theme. We parted at the intersection and we headed back to the hotel to prepare for our beach experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We slathered on the sunscreen, gathered towels and headed to the sand. The Queens beach area didn’t have much of a beachfront so we spread the towels in the grass and soaked up some intense mid-day sunshine. We could only stand about two hours of the tanning and headed back to the hotel to clean up and prepare to meet his colleague Leslie and her friend Tracy for an evening of drunken Karaoke…for you see, it takes alcohol to get me to sing in front others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bar patrons were quite festive and very forgiving of our singing abilities…or should I say my singing abilities. The bar had an amazing selection of songs stuffed into a three inch binder. The only draw back was they were organized by song title versus artist or band. We called it a night around 1am and headed back to the hotel. While on our way back to the hotel we were solicited by a lady of the evening. When I saw her coming down the sidewalk towards us in the ‘painted-on’ dress I immediately sensed something was afoot and sure enough, as we made eye contact she says “hey boys, wanna play”. We chuckled about that for a few blocks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day we did some sunbathing on the rooftop area of the hotel and then generally lounged around. I took a walk to the Ala Moana mall to buy some shoes and returned empty handed. We attended the Nationwide insurance dinner where 183 members of the company who attained the CPCU were honored. Scott was formally recognized for earning the CPCU in five months while another was highlighted for completing the designation in 22 years. We strolled back to the hotel via Waikiki and I finally bought a pair of shoes. The photos are (L to R) Barb, Joche, me and Scott after brunch at the Hale Koa. Scott, Tracy and Leslie at the Karaoke bar.&lt;/span&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/23921137-1411147004952229046?l=songwukong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songwukong.blogspot.com/feeds/1411147004952229046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23921137&amp;postID=1411147004952229046' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23921137/posts/default/1411147004952229046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23921137/posts/default/1411147004952229046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songwukong.blogspot.com/2007/09/hey-boys-wanna-play.html' title='Hey Boys, Wanna Play?'/><author><name>Bryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05081653035417148219</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_UWPg3r9cstQ/RuglDAU9TwI/AAAAAAAAADs/uhT53lvqOHg/s72-c/IMG_2087.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23921137.post-5761991470223880535</id><published>2007-09-09T15:48:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-09T15:54:14.559-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What Is A CPCU?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_UWPg3r9cstQ/RuRPVSj3GrI/AAAAAAAAADc/Ejtx4gIkp5g/s1600-h/IMG_2080.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108295104523082418" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_UWPg3r9cstQ/RuRPVSj3GrI/AAAAAAAAADc/Ejtx4gIkp5g/s320/IMG_2080.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_UWPg3r9cstQ/RuROqyj3GpI/AAAAAAAAADM/pO15KZsCnqA/s1600-h/IMG_2069.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108294374378642066" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_UWPg3r9cstQ/RuROqyj3GpI/AAAAAAAAADM/pO15KZsCnqA/s320/IMG_2069.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The departure from San Francisco was actually pretty quick but there were a lot of people trying to fly at 7 am on a Saturday. The flight was roughly five hours and surprisingly comfortable in economy. The interesting thing about arriving in Honolulu was our circling over the ocean for an extra 30 minutes while Air Force One made a landing…yes, what luck for our plane to get caught in the air space lock-down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once on the ground we hailed a cab and took off to the Waikiki Grand Hotel and got settled. Scott had his conferment ceremony at the Convention Center starting at 4:30 pm and we had to register so a quick shower and dress-up were in order. Now this is the funny part…we both wore white shirts and stripped black ties and while we walked down the sidewalk in Waikiki to hail a cab people thought we were Mormon missionaries. It was actually a bit uncomfortable and don’t they wear solid black ties? One person jokingly stated “don’t try to convert me”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got all registered, met his colleague Leslie and her friend Tracy and then settled into the auditorium to begin the presentation. I supposed now is a good time to tell you about why we were here. Scott works in the insurance industry and they have numerous certification programs for professional development, etc. One of these certifications is called the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.aicpcu.org/flyers/cpcu.htm"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Chartered Property Casualty Underwriters&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; (CPCU). In order to be bestowed this title you must pass eight rigorous exams and that process can last years for some people…oh no, not Scott, he finished in less than five months...yes, he’s a smarty pants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We sat there with 3000 other CPCU’s in the class of 2007 and heard speeches from society leaders and a particularly powerful speaker named Eric Weihenmayer, the first and only blind man to summit each of the highest peaks in each of the seven continents. The theme was overcoming adversity and an interesting quote was seeing is not believing, however, believing is seeing. The ceremony wrapped up in about four hours and we all headed out to the bar in our hotel and closed the night out with a few too many Mai Tai’s. Tomorrow is our beach day. The picture is (L to R) Leslie, Tracy, me and Scott (notice the two missionaries) and of course the obligatory shot of Waikiki beach.&lt;/span&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/23921137-5761991470223880535?l=songwukong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songwukong.blogspot.com/feeds/5761991470223880535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23921137&amp;postID=5761991470223880535' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23921137/posts/default/5761991470223880535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23921137/posts/default/5761991470223880535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songwukong.blogspot.com/2007/09/what-is-cpcu.html' title='What Is A CPCU?'/><author><name>Bryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05081653035417148219</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_UWPg3r9cstQ/RuRPVSj3GrI/AAAAAAAAADc/Ejtx4gIkp5g/s72-c/IMG_2080.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23921137.post-7671210216748546603</id><published>2007-09-09T12:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-09T13:11:41.577-04:00</updated><title type='text'>No Need To Wear Flowers In Your Hair</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_UWPg3r9cstQ/RuQpNSj3GoI/AAAAAAAAADE/9JY6GZAVYX0/s1600-h/IMG_1999.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108253185642273410" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_UWPg3r9cstQ/RuQpNSj3GoI/AAAAAAAAADE/9JY6GZAVYX0/s320/IMG_1999.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_UWPg3r9cstQ/RuQk8Cj3GlI/AAAAAAAAACs/Ul30GPDiWX0/s1600-h/IMG_2013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108248491243018834" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_UWPg3r9cstQ/RuQk8Cj3GlI/AAAAAAAAACs/Ul30GPDiWX0/s320/IMG_2013.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_UWPg3r9cstQ/RuQkMij3GjI/AAAAAAAAACc/4MBEo44jsQU/s1600-h/IMG_2033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108247675199232562" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_UWPg3r9cstQ/RuQkMij3GjI/AAAAAAAAACc/4MBEo44jsQU/s320/IMG_2033.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_UWPg3r9cstQ/RuQj1yj3GiI/AAAAAAAAACU/u7xwQ00082g/s1600-h/IMG_1987.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108247284357208610" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_UWPg3r9cstQ/RuQj1yj3GiI/AAAAAAAAACU/u7xwQ00082g/s320/IMG_1987.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The flight from Washington was uneventful and slightly over five hours later we landed in San Francisco. Our vacation is actually to Hawaii but we decided to break up the flight on the way there and back. We hailed a cab and had an 80 mph ride to the guest house which was a little unnerving since we were flung back and forth in our seats through the twists, turns, and hills of the city. By the time we got settled in to the room it was nearly 11pm so we decided to call it a night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day the agenda included taking the Muni, a pseudo subway, to Powell station and walking through downtown, Union square, Chinatown, Coit Tower, Pier 39/Wharf and ending at the Golden Gate bridge. The walk to Pier 39 was over three and a half miles and by the time we arrived and observed the sea lions we were a bit tired and decided to forego the trip to the Golden Gate for another visit and headed back to the guest house for a nap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The climb to Coit Tower was especially brutal but worth the heavy breathing and sweat for great views of downtown, the bay, and Alcatraz. I noticed that people would literally flop down in the grass at the parks on their stomachs in what appeared to be work clothes and bask in the sun. It was a funny sight to see a dazed woman waking up from a nap with grass all over her body walking like she got off a tilt-a-whirl ride at the county fair. I couldn’t imagine they would head off to the office and be prepared to actually work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, back to the Pier, the sea lions made so much noise and were continually combating each other. It was quite the attraction since many people were taking pictures and observing them. I think the sea lions were equally amused by the American tourists viewing them from the pier, who themselves also looked like beached whales.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We walked another eight blocks to catch the 49 bus to the Mission area, it sure beat trying to walk back. When we exited in Mission, which is the seedier side of San Francisco Scott got to watch a drug deal in progress while we passed a bunch of derelicts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon we were back to the guest house and rested up before heading out for dinner. We set off to find a restaurant that Scott dined at on a previous visit. After a long walk we found it locked up tight. It was apparently closed for renovations. So we found another restaurant on Market Street called Catch, I thought it was noisy but delicious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then headed off to a bar called Badlands for a drink and called it a night around 11 pm. Our flight to Honolulu departed at 9 am. The pictures are a shot from Chinatown towards the bay, Coit Tower, a shot towards the bay from Coit Tower that captures Alcatraz in the background and finally Scott and I with a self-timer portrait from a park in the downtown area…notice how refreshed we look at the start of the trip. &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/23921137-7671210216748546603?l=songwukong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songwukong.blogspot.com/feeds/7671210216748546603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23921137&amp;postID=7671210216748546603' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23921137/posts/default/7671210216748546603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23921137/posts/default/7671210216748546603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songwukong.blogspot.com/2007/09/no-need-to-wear-flowers-in-your-hair.html' title='No Need To Wear Flowers In Your Hair'/><author><name>Bryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05081653035417148219</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_UWPg3r9cstQ/RuQpNSj3GoI/AAAAAAAAADE/9JY6GZAVYX0/s72-c/IMG_1999.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23921137.post-2580602970438869908</id><published>2007-08-04T13:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-04T13:57:53.381-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Rail to the Swedish Interior</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_UWPg3r9cstQ/RrS9UqBi2VI/AAAAAAAAACM/UGw4S9w414U/s1600-h/DSC01999.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094905241038674258" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_UWPg3r9cstQ/RrS9UqBi2VI/AAAAAAAAACM/UGw4S9w414U/s320/DSC01999.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_UWPg3r9cstQ/RrS9J6Bi2UI/AAAAAAAAACE/ed3ZP0p9Aow/s1600-h/IMG_1770.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094905056355080514" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_UWPg3r9cstQ/RrS9J6Bi2UI/AAAAAAAAACE/ed3ZP0p9Aow/s320/IMG_1770.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_UWPg3r9cstQ/RrS86aBi2TI/AAAAAAAAAB8/h40mYUFLL0E/s1600-h/DSC00523.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094904790067108146" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_UWPg3r9cstQ/RrS86aBi2TI/AAAAAAAAAB8/h40mYUFLL0E/s320/DSC00523.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_UWPg3r9cstQ/RrS8uaBi2SI/AAAAAAAAAB0/NXp_0L0rH-o/s1600-h/DSC00510.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094904583908677922" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_UWPg3r9cstQ/RrS8uaBi2SI/AAAAAAAAAB0/NXp_0L0rH-o/s320/DSC00510.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hello Again, The lost bags arrived early the next morning so Mom and Becky had all the woman things that they needed. We met up for breakfast and had a nice corner table with windows overlooking the intersection below. It was early but people were moving about the city. We all enjoyed the "American Buffet" for breakfast and I wondered if it really meant the "unhealthy buffet" instead since there were lots of fried meats, eggs, etc. That is certainly not the typical European breakfast. Anyway, we checked out of the hotel and walked to the train station to board our train to Orebro at 11:06 am. The train ride would have been much better had not three ladies sat in our compartment that really had bad body odor. I was really becoming concerned about how I was going to sit there for two hours and breathe that horrible smell. Mom, Becky and I traded glances throughout the ride acknowledging each others pain. The stench did keep the compartment relatively empty and sure hoped that other passengers straying into our area didn't think I was the culprit. We arrived in Orebro after two hours of light breathing and met Sven-Erik and his wife Margaretha. I had met them for the first time a year prior on my trip to Europe and they hadn't changed so spotting them on the platform was easy. Becky had also met them a couple times in the recent past so Mom was being introduced for the first time. (If you want to know the family relationship stuff you'll find it deeper into the blog during my trip to Europe). We piled into the Volvo (of course) and drove the 30 minutes to Fjugesta where they live. Over the course of the day we met Margaretha's brothers Lief and Ake, their wives and children. I had not met them on my prior trip. An interesting thing was Ake's Edsal car that he and his wife Maud drove from the large antique car show in a near Swedish town. After much visiting, eating and drinking we settled down to sleep...we had some jet-lag to get worked out. We planned to visit the town of Orebro in the morning and see Margaretha's parents Lennart and Gunvor.  The top photo left to right front; Linda (holding Theodore), Margaretha, Johan, Mom.  Left to right back; Tor, Live, Me, Lief, Lisa and Sven-Erik.&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/23921137-2580602970438869908?l=songwukong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songwukong.blogspot.com/feeds/2580602970438869908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23921137&amp;postID=2580602970438869908' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23921137/posts/default/2580602970438869908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23921137/posts/default/2580602970438869908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songwukong.blogspot.com/2007/08/rail-to-swedish-interior.html' title='Rail to the Swedish Interior'/><author><name>Bryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05081653035417148219</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_UWPg3r9cstQ/RrS9UqBi2VI/AAAAAAAAACM/UGw4S9w414U/s72-c/DSC01999.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23921137.post-1488765420317834916</id><published>2007-08-04T12:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-04T13:25:05.070-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Trip to the Mother Land :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_UWPg3r9cstQ/RrS1vaBi2RI/AAAAAAAAABs/zBjASFYmFSo/s1600-h/DSC00493.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094896904507152658" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_UWPg3r9cstQ/RrS1vaBi2RI/AAAAAAAAABs/zBjASFYmFSo/s320/DSC00493.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_UWPg3r9cstQ/RrS1laBi2QI/AAAAAAAAABk/WrucErIPi5s/s1600-h/DSC00488.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094896732708460802" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_UWPg3r9cstQ/RrS1laBi2QI/AAAAAAAAABk/WrucErIPi5s/s320/DSC00488.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_UWPg3r9cstQ/RrS1X6Bi2PI/AAAAAAAAABc/1LH85jKqQqo/s1600-h/IMG_1751.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094896500780226802" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_UWPg3r9cstQ/RrS1X6Bi2PI/AAAAAAAAABc/1LH85jKqQqo/s320/IMG_1751.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_UWPg3r9cstQ/RrS1NqBi2OI/AAAAAAAAABU/hz0mxC4ce4I/s1600-h/IMG_1750.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094896324686567650" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_UWPg3r9cstQ/RrS1NqBi2OI/AAAAAAAAABU/hz0mxC4ce4I/s320/IMG_1750.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hello Everyone, The journey from Washington DC to Stockholm was long and the Sheraton Hotel never looked better. We had a bit of a wait for check-in and when we finally reached the ticket agent I decided to upgrade to "Economy Plus" for the extra couple inches because size does matter. We checked our luggage, received our boarding passes and moved along to security so we could get to the concourse and have a bite to eat. Does anyone really check their luggage claim check slips tucked inside the boarding pass sleeve? Nah, I didn't either, and those couple of seconds could save you a lot of pain later. In a couple hours we were airborne and settling in for an eight hour trip to Frankfurt. I slept most of the way and tried to watch the movie "Wild Hogs"...painful. Mom and Becky didn't really get restful sleep but they didn't let it show. On final to Frankfut I decided to check the luggage tickets to see if we were checked all the way to Stockholm and noticed that I had a luggage claim check but Mom and Becky's were replaced with some woman who had luggage going to Heathrow in London. That was when I remembered the woman complaining about the long wait next to us at the ticket counter and speculated if the ticket agent intentionally sent her luggage to Stockhom and ours to London. Anyway, we tried to fix the problem in Frankfut but they didn't have the ability so we were given instructions to have it traced in Stockholm. Oh well, we boarded Scandanavian Airlines for the two hour flight to Stockholm and I went to sleep again while Mom and Becky stayed awake. I was really hoping that the mix-up was only with the claim checks being in the wrong boarding pass sleeve. And, of course not...the luggage did go to London so I grabbed my bag and we filled out the paperwork to have the two lost bags delivered to the hotel in Stockholm. We then boarded the Arlanda Express train and sped to Stockholm. We bought the rail tickets to Orebro the next day at the main train station and we walked to the hotel which was conveniently next to the rail station and old town (Gamla Stan). It was late in the afternoon at this point and everyone really wanted to shower, eat and sleep. We all retired for the evening and decided to meet for breakfast in the morning. &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/23921137-1488765420317834916?l=songwukong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songwukong.blogspot.com/feeds/1488765420317834916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23921137&amp;postID=1488765420317834916' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23921137/posts/default/1488765420317834916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23921137/posts/default/1488765420317834916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songwukong.blogspot.com/2007/08/trip-to-mother-land.html' title='Trip to the Mother Land :)'/><author><name>Bryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05081653035417148219</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_UWPg3r9cstQ/RrS1vaBi2RI/AAAAAAAAABs/zBjASFYmFSo/s72-c/DSC00493.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23921137.post-78176325470816589</id><published>2007-07-06T13:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-06T13:07:39.478-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweden Bound</title><content type='html'>Hey Everyone, Today is departure day for Sweden and a ten day adventure.  I'll keep you posted as time passes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23921137-78176325470816589?l=songwukong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songwukong.blogspot.com/feeds/78176325470816589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23921137&amp;postID=78176325470816589' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23921137/posts/default/78176325470816589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23921137/posts/default/78176325470816589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songwukong.blogspot.com/2007/07/sweden-bound.html' title='Sweden Bound'/><author><name>Bryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05081653035417148219</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23921137.post-3981808737145633455</id><published>2007-07-06T12:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-06T13:06:19.629-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Big Apple</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_UWPg3r9cstQ/Ro52aFBlhWI/AAAAAAAAABM/9u99QjSFcG8/s1600-h/IMG_1744.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084131219745375586" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_UWPg3r9cstQ/Ro52aFBlhWI/AAAAAAAAABM/9u99QjSFcG8/s320/IMG_1744.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_UWPg3r9cstQ/Ro52NlBlhVI/AAAAAAAAABE/mdZY79DJikk/s1600-h/IMG_1736.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084131004997010770" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_UWPg3r9cstQ/Ro52NlBlhVI/AAAAAAAAABE/mdZY79DJikk/s320/IMG_1736.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_UWPg3r9cstQ/Ro5141BlhUI/AAAAAAAAAA8/9ZEUevoKUo4/s1600-h/IMG_1739.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084130648514725186" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_UWPg3r9cstQ/Ro5141BlhUI/AAAAAAAAAA8/9ZEUevoKUo4/s320/IMG_1739.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hello Everyone, Last weekend Scott and I drove up to NYC from Washington for summer get-away. The hardest part was getting out of Washington traffic in the afternoon after work. The first night we met one of Scott's friends and had a couple drinks and the night came to a close. On Saturday we went into Soho and shopped but had to return for a stage performance called Avenue Q. The performance was cute and they did a good job of integrating puppets and humans. Our plans for evening entertainment didn't happen because we were frankly tired. Sunday arrived and leisurely prepared to leave the city. The drive home was uneventful and quick thanks to the Easy Pass. Here are a couple pics of the city and Scott.&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/23921137-3981808737145633455?l=songwukong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songwukong.blogspot.com/feeds/3981808737145633455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23921137&amp;postID=3981808737145633455' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23921137/posts/default/3981808737145633455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23921137/posts/default/3981808737145633455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songwukong.blogspot.com/2007/07/big-apple.html' title='The Big Apple'/><author><name>Bryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05081653035417148219</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_UWPg3r9cstQ/Ro52aFBlhWI/AAAAAAAAABM/9u99QjSFcG8/s72-c/IMG_1744.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23921137.post-8559233907184818928</id><published>2007-06-03T16:29:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-03T17:01:36.696-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What about this Brotherly Love?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_UWPg3r9cstQ/RmMrLcYWaFI/AAAAAAAAAA0/hyieAkhNvpQ/s1600-h/IMG_1666.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071945080946190418" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_UWPg3r9cstQ/RmMrLcYWaFI/AAAAAAAAAA0/hyieAkhNvpQ/s320/IMG_1666.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_UWPg3r9cstQ/RmMq-MYWaEI/AAAAAAAAAAs/UyBoc1mbq4c/s1600-h/IMG_1694.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071944853312923714" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_UWPg3r9cstQ/RmMq-MYWaEI/AAAAAAAAAAs/UyBoc1mbq4c/s320/IMG_1694.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_UWPg3r9cstQ/RmMqtcYWaDI/AAAAAAAAAAk/TC35kU7iuAo/s1600-h/IMG_1689.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071944565550114866" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_UWPg3r9cstQ/RmMqtcYWaDI/AAAAAAAAAAk/TC35kU7iuAo/s320/IMG_1689.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_UWPg3r9cstQ/RmMqKcYWaCI/AAAAAAAAAAc/pvtgdw0gClI/s1600-h/IMG_1663.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071943964254693410" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_UWPg3r9cstQ/RmMqKcYWaCI/AAAAAAAAAAc/pvtgdw0gClI/s320/IMG_1663.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_UWPg3r9cstQ/RmMp6cYWaBI/AAAAAAAAAAU/0CNcUmw4T5Q/s1600-h/IMG_1680.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071943689376786450" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_UWPg3r9cstQ/RmMp6cYWaBI/AAAAAAAAAAU/0CNcUmw4T5Q/s320/IMG_1680.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hey Everyone, In May, I traveled with my roommate Mike to Philadelphia where his softball team was playing in a tournament. I am not part of the team but took the opportunity to get away from northern Virginia and see the sites of Phila as I've learned is the short hand for Philadelphia. On Friday Mike met me at work around lunch and we departed for fear that the Memorial Day traffic would be intense the longer we waited. The trip is roughly three hours and surprisingly the traffic was good until right outside Phila. We finally arrived at the Sheraton in University City, checked-in and sought out other members of the team. The team members had to register in person at a local bar/restaurant  that night for the weekend tournament. On Saturday while the team went off to the tournament field in New Jersey I went into Phila and did a little sightseeing. I found the Liberty Bell, Independence Hall and the U.S. Mint. The Nathans hotdog eathing contest was in full swing when found the tourist center and I watched the short woman named Sonya eat 36 hotdogs and beat three other very hefty guys for the title (she's underneath the 36 sign). I suppose she'll go on to compete in a larger competition for a big title? I wandered down to the waterfront and ended up walking back to the hotel which about 36 blocks! It wasn't bad because I could see much of the city. After the team returned that evening we all went to dinner at a nearby bar because the rain started to pour and searching around downtown for a restaurant was not looking very interesting. On Sunday the team played another game in the morning while I went back into downtown Phila with a member of the team who decided to sightsee instead of play. In addition to seeing the sights earlier we ventured down a wide street named after Ben Franklin and anchored at the end by the Museum of Art. The entire length of the street was adorned with flags from all over the world. Off to the side of the steps of the museum is a statue of "Rocky Balboa" who I believe ran up the steps in the first movie....oh the highlight of the day..hehe. We caught a cab to the hotel and packed our things in preparation of the team to arrive and our check out. The trip was relaxing and worth the time.  I'll be off to Minnesota the middel of June to visit family and then jetting off to Sweden in early July.  I'll keep you posted.  Bye! &lt;/div&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/23921137-8559233907184818928?l=songwukong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songwukong.blogspot.com/feeds/8559233907184818928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23921137&amp;postID=8559233907184818928' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23921137/posts/default/8559233907184818928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23921137/posts/default/8559233907184818928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songwukong.blogspot.com/2007/06/what-about-this-brotherly-love.html' title='What about this Brotherly Love?'/><author><name>Bryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05081653035417148219</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_UWPg3r9cstQ/RmMrLcYWaFI/AAAAAAAAAA0/hyieAkhNvpQ/s72-c/IMG_1666.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23921137.post-9174586899175165075</id><published>2007-05-05T11:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-05T11:50:47.391-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer Travel!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_UWPg3r9cstQ/RjynodLJy6I/AAAAAAAAAAM/xvFQBl6gTco/s1600-h/se.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061104394725608354" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_UWPg3r9cstQ/RjynodLJy6I/AAAAAAAAAAM/xvFQBl6gTco/s320/se.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hello Everyone, now that summer is coming and I feel alive again it's time for travel. My roommate is a softball player and I've decided to travel with the team this summer to Philadelphia and Toronto for tournaments. I'll also be off to Sweden in July to visit family who I first met the summer of 2006. San Fransisco and Paris are on my mind for late summer or fall before the dreaded winter arrives. I'll let you how the preparations are going!&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/23921137-9174586899175165075?l=songwukong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songwukong.blogspot.com/feeds/9174586899175165075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23921137&amp;postID=9174586899175165075' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23921137/posts/default/9174586899175165075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23921137/posts/default/9174586899175165075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songwukong.blogspot.com/2007/05/summer-travel.html' title='Summer Travel!'/><author><name>Bryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05081653035417148219</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_UWPg3r9cstQ/RjynodLJy6I/AAAAAAAAAAM/xvFQBl6gTco/s72-c/se.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23921137.post-117089680415577554</id><published>2007-02-07T19:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-07T20:06:44.170-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend of the Iguana In Puerto Vallarta</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2492/2477/1600/881585/IMG_1413.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2492/2477/320/318258/IMG_1413.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2492/2477/1600/545121/IMG_1432.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2492/2477/320/901750/IMG_1432.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2492/2477/1600/311369/IMG_1448.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2492/2477/320/817519/IMG_1448.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2492/2477/1600/674029/IMG_1450.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2492/2477/320/452898/IMG_1450.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On day two in Puerto Vallarta was the wedding of Beth and Chad at the Westin Resort. I spent the morning and afternoon lounging around the Paradise Village and soaking whatever sun could penetrate my sun block 45. The trip was both to honor my dear friend and confidant Beth as she transitioned to married woman and my vacation before transitioning to a new job. When I arrived at the Westin resort I searched out for Beth’s parents, John and Joyce who are family friends and watched me move from childhood to adulthood and everything that involved. The wedding was conducted on the beach with the beautiful Puerto Vallarta sunset as the backdrop for post wedding photos. Dinner, dancing and a light rain wrapped up the evening and I made plans to explore the city center the following day. I was thoroughly briefed on the beachfront, river walk and flea market for sightseeing opportunities. The next day the cab dropped me off near the beach front and I began to navigate my way through the cobblestone streets, tourists and motor vehicles. The downtown beachfront is quite different from the resort living that I was experiencing in Nuevo Vallarta to the north. The hotel beach front is much older and shows its age…sort of…gracefully. Tourists are packed along each hotels surveyed beach front with an army of locals weaving through the umbrellas selling handicrafts and food items. If you enjoy a more sterile environment with maneuver room then staying in a hotel downtown probably isn’t for you. It was during my walk along the river front that I saw a real iguana sunning itself on a tree limb…so I finally came face-to-face with the object of much publicity in Puerto Vallarta. I was on a quest to find some t-shirts for my niece and nephew and began to bargain with a local shopkeeper who insisted that I was getting a good price for ‘quality’ items, never mind that the lettering might not be centered properly. We finally reached an agreement and I lessened his inventory by six shirts. I had been lazily walking through the streets for hours and decided I would head to the Westin resort and enjoy an afternoon with John and Joyce. As planned I found them basking in the sun near the pool and I joined them. We discussed the previous night’s events, my shopping experience and a host of other topics before deciding to scout out a restaurant in the Marina area. Off we went in search of something to satisfy our palates. We decided on a cocktail at the lighthouse within the Marina that rises about 50 feet into the air and provides a fantastic view of the moored boats and local area…unfortunately, I couldn’t properly observe my last sunset because a high rise hotel blocked the view…oh well, at least the sky was painted with gorgeous red, orange and yellow colors until the sun finally disappeared well below the horizon. I was a bit surprised to be hustled so hard by each restaurant as you passed…enticing you with drink offers and the promise that it was the best in the Marina. We eventually decided on the Sea Farer restaurant and settled down to a great meal. The evening ended with goodbyes and the promise to meet at the airport the next day….nearly the entire wedding party was scheduled to depart on Sunday and I was no exception…however, I did not get to meet John and Joyce at the airport and departed to desolate Denver…the only highpoint of my stay in the airport was having my shoes shined by someone other than myself. Now, a little about the Paradise Village for any reader who may be contemplating a visit to Puerto Vallarta; the resort is a 20 USD cab ride from the airport and a gated community with condos, timeshares and regular hotel guests. I found my room to be clean, nicely furnished and positioned across from the ‘mini’ zoo that houses spider monkeys, parrots and a tiger…did you know that the parrots make a lot of noise during the day with incessant “caws”. Some pluses and minuses…pluses are friendly staff, secure area, good food and clean. Minuses are cab rides to the city center, being nickel and dimed to death for Internet (10 USD per day) and gym (11 USD per day) and freaking colored wrist bands. Wearing a hospital type wrist band continuously for your stay sucks…I finally demanded that the front desk cut it off before I left for my city center visit…which they honored. The colored wrist bands supposedly differentiate between who is a time share/resident and hotel guest…who cares! If your single and looking for a livelier atmosphere then I would recommend a hotel down around the city center…the Paradise Village is great for families and retired couples. I’d visit Puerto Vallarta again in the future however; I’ll try my hand at a city center hotel…a little peeling paint never scared me!! The photos are…the infamous iguana, Beth and Chad departing the wedding, the crowded beach front and beach front walk.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23921137-117089680415577554?l=songwukong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songwukong.blogspot.com/feeds/117089680415577554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23921137&amp;postID=117089680415577554' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23921137/posts/default/117089680415577554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23921137/posts/default/117089680415577554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songwukong.blogspot.com/2007/02/weekend-of-iguana-in-puerto-vallarta.html' title='Weekend of the Iguana In Puerto Vallarta'/><author><name>Bryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05081653035417148219</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23921137.post-117042199555949359</id><published>2007-02-02T08:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-02T08:13:15.576-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Puerto Vallarta Unplugged</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2492/2477/1600/751017/IMG_1363.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2492/2477/320/2895/IMG_1363.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2492/2477/1600/186118/IMG_1360.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2492/2477/320/999035/IMG_1360.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2492/2477/1600/807630/IMG_1361.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2492/2477/320/381689/IMG_1361.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The trip began early as hell with my drive to Dulles…you know two hours early for my 6:00 a.m. international flight to Mexico. Wouldn’t you know that the United ticket counter opens at 4:45 a.m., so do the math and that equaled standing around staring at empty ticket counters for 45 minutes. Anyway, the news got even better when the airline tried to add another stop to my Washington-Chicago-Puerto Vallarta route…fabulous freaking Denver! Thankfully, the ticket lady was able to eliminate the Chicago leg and route me to Denver then Puerto Vallarta..and by the way, this process took forever and I’m watching the hands on my watch sweep ever closer to 6:00 a.m. and I haven’t even seen the security line. It all worked out and I made the flight and my first impression of Colorado as we descended to land in Denver was DESOLATE! It clearly looked like a flat forever desert with snow on top. I’m convinced that Kansas has more to look at then this part of Colorado…anyway, I was glad to depart. Something you don’t hear everyday…as we boarded the aircraft the female flight attendant was conversing with the guy in front of me and made a comment about he captain and first officer both being women on the flight and then she says “you know what that means right”…well, I waited for the guy to speak up…and finally I said…tell me what it means…she replies “you don’t need a penis to fly a plane”. Honestly, I wouldn’t have expected this comment but I cracked a smile and uttered hmmmm signaling my approval of her analysis…and that was the tone of the entire flight…very interactive and playful cabin crew!! Puerto Vallarta likely gained it’s fame from the movie “The Night of The Iguana” starring Richard Burton and Elizabeth Taylor….since it’s often quoted in travel magazines, etc, that didn't matter to me since the temperature was in the 70's versus the 20's in Washington.  After getting my bag we had to present our customs form to some dude who says “press the button”…this is a no-shit, stop light looking contraption that each person pushes the button like you were going to cross the street and the light flashes green and says pass in Spanish. So when I push the button it flashes red and blares out a noise like you would receive from a wrong answer on a game show…I’m like what the fuck! So then I get to have my bag searched…welcome to Mexico. After pushing through the many guys pushing tours and everything else I arrange for a taxi and take the 15 minute drive to the Paradise Village Resort and Spa…what a long name. I’ve only been here for half a day and one night…so I’ll scout out the area more and let you know how it is. Today is the big day for Beth and Chad…the wedding this afternoon on the beach so I’ll be off to the Weston Resort this afternoon to witness this grand event…pictures to follow. Time to visit the gym and start the day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23921137-117042199555949359?l=songwukong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songwukong.blogspot.com/feeds/117042199555949359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23921137&amp;postID=117042199555949359' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23921137/posts/default/117042199555949359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23921137/posts/default/117042199555949359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songwukong.blogspot.com/2007/02/puerto-vallarta-unplugged.html' title='Puerto Vallarta Unplugged'/><author><name>Bryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05081653035417148219</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23921137.post-117041953730589863</id><published>2007-02-02T07:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-02T07:32:17.350-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Germany In My Rear View Mirror</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2492/2477/1600/258127/IMG_1336.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2492/2477/320/727517/IMG_1336.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2492/2477/1600/331041/IMG_1338.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2492/2477/320/234288/IMG_1338.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2492/2477/1600/41388/double_flag_pin%20%282%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2492/2477/320/343253/double_flag_pin%20%282%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like all good things…they must end, and my trip to Germany is no exception. A light dusting of snow did finally come the third week of January and reminded everyone that winter was not over. My three months in Germany are very memorable and I truly cherish the friendships that I’ve created both American and German. A few items of mention; eating schnitzel in many varieties, driving 200 kilometers per hour on the Autobahn in a rented BMW, visiting a coed spa, ordering from a McDonalds drive thru and did I mention the autobahn. The next adventure begins in Puerto Vallarta Mexico shortly…tune in for more. The pictures include that fine piece of German engineering…the BMW that easily and comfortably moved me on my trip to Stuttgart. And finally, the an image of the American and German flags together symbolizing my respect and admiration for those I met.   Yes, it may seem reckless to snap a picture at 125 MPH but this isn’t like driving a piece of shit American car on the interstate…Germans actually leave the left lane open for passing and are acutely aware of their surroundings.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23921137-117041953730589863?l=songwukong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songwukong.blogspot.com/feeds/117041953730589863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23921137&amp;postID=117041953730589863' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23921137/posts/default/117041953730589863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23921137/posts/default/117041953730589863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songwukong.blogspot.com/2007/02/germany-in-my-rear-view-mirror.html' title='Germany In My Rear View Mirror'/><author><name>Bryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05081653035417148219</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23921137.post-116725230409761871</id><published>2006-12-27T15:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-27T15:45:04.113-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Very Merry Czech Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2492/2477/1600/758374/czlarge.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2492/2477/320/36380/czlarge.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello Everyone, this Christmas I was invited to share the holiday with my friend George, his wife Hana and two kids Adriana and Jirka. They are from the Czech Republic and we’ve known each other for about six years after we met during school in Arizona in 2000. So on Christmas Eve I stopped over at their house in the early afternoon and was schooled in some Czech legends, folklore and superstition surrounding the celebration of Christmas in the Czech Republic. The visit by Mikulas (Mico-lash, and the equivalent of Santa) actually occurs on December 6th when he is accompanied by the devil and an angel. The children individually approach Mikulas who publicly reads from a paper about the good and bad things the child has done through the year (the parents supply Mikulas with the paper beforehand). The devil and angel represent good and evil….naturally, and try to ‘gently’ scare or persuade the child to improve behavior. In the case of George’s kids, the Czech community came together and organized the whole event and afterwards the families participated in games and used it as a grand social event. Back in the Czech Republic this event can be organized at the local level or is often organized by a company for its employees. In keeping with tradition, the family is not supposed to eat meat until the dinner meal….this is in hopes of seeing the “Golden Pig”…now, the exact origin of this Golden Pig is still a mystery but nonetheless perpetuated each year and continues to be a tradition. George speculated that in the yesteryear the fasting before the dinner meal likely cause some sort of hypoglycemia and produced hallucinations or visions and during one of these episodes someone must have seen a Golden Pig…hmmm. The traditional Christmas Eve dinner is the fish called a Carp and potato salad. The family can either purchase the Carp live or dead from outdoor markets that spring up before the Christmas holiday….those that are bought live are brought home and placed in the bath tub until it’s needed for the Christmas Eve dinner! We did have fish but it was not Carp J. Moving along, the dinner meal is also steeped in folklore because you’re supposed to have an even number of people for the meal. My invitation made an odd number so George and Hana prepared another place setting so we had an even number..this is needed because death comes in the darkness during the meal and counts the number of settings..not necessarily the amount of people and those with an odd number could be subjecting themselves to unpleasant possibilities in the coming new year. When the Carp is served, three scales are removed and placed under the plate of each person. The scales represent wealth and this is thought to bring wealth during the new year. When we finished our soup the bowl was lifted and underneath were three lentil beans to represent the scales along with a small piece of folded paper with a wish on it…my paper stated the word ‘health’…..how nice! In keeping with tradition, no one is allowed to get up from table until everyone has finished the meal and George gives the approval. When we finished out meal and were officially excused by George…then the kids went off to the bedroom to play while we retired to the living room to relax. The Christmas gifts were not placed under the tree and remained hidden in the house….for you see, baby Jesus is the one who brings the gifts. After a short while we placed the gifts under the tree and then went to check on the kids and you could tell they were becoming anxious for baby Jesus to make the delivery. Hana slipped away and rang a bell from the living room which is the signal that baby Jesus makes when he visits your house. The kids were really excited now and we all rushed to the living room to see the presents that baby Jesus left behind. The kids went to the door that was ajar….likely from baby Jesus entering and exiting the home and they thanked baby Jesus for the delivery. Actions after this are the same as those repeated in many households across the world..the kids quickly divided the gifts and each person took a turn opening a gift until everyone had exhausted their pile of gifts from baby Jesus. Not sure how baby Jesus knew I wanted an authentic Czech crystal vase…but he delivered one for me..haha. The opportunity to be welcomed into George’s home and witness a celebration with so much legend, folklore and even a little superstition was humbling. I hope you also enjoyed yourselves this holiday season and in the future can share such a similar experience with people from other countries or cultures. Have a great New Year!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23921137-116725230409761871?l=songwukong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songwukong.blogspot.com/feeds/116725230409761871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23921137&amp;postID=116725230409761871' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23921137/posts/default/116725230409761871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23921137/posts/default/116725230409761871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songwukong.blogspot.com/2006/12/very-merry-czech-christmas.html' title='A Very Merry Czech Christmas'/><author><name>Bryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05081653035417148219</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23921137.post-116458285470325339</id><published>2006-11-26T18:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-26T18:14:14.726-05:00</updated><title type='text'>London Unleashed</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2492/2477/1600/750407/IMG_1257.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2492/2477/320/654419/IMG_1257.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2492/2477/1600/697563/IMG_1265.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2492/2477/320/481667/IMG_1265.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2492/2477/1600/660133/IMG_1239.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2492/2477/320/163914/IMG_1239.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2492/2477/1600/32085/IMG_1238.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2492/2477/320/110182/IMG_1238.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;To have the maximum time available in London I left after work on Wednesday night and took the train to Frankfurt to spend the night and catch my morning flight without all the rush. I stayed at the Colour hotel near the train station (with good reviews from tripadvisor.com which I learned from Carlos..thanks!) and found it to be alright accommodation but not the new-wave motif that the website had advertised, that is unless you consider some colorful footstools used as seats in the dining room to be new-wave. The train transport to Frankfurt airport was a quick fifteen minutes and soon I was queuing with everyone else for British Airways. The prohibition of certain amounts of liquids is still in effect so I didn’t bother to bring along water and packed my shaving kit in my checked luggage. Frankfurt is becoming as well known as Dulles to me with my many transits over the last few years. The flight is about one and a half hours and we were delayed from landing for another twenty minutes for some reason..the landing was a bit nerve-wracking because of high winds and the pilot did his best to keep us aligned with the runway! This was my first time in Heathrow airport since I had used Gatwick when visiting with Carlos this summer. The line through customs was agonizing and one particular guy from some former eastern bloc country by the writing on his passport was reeking with alcohol and as the line snaked towards the immigration agents I had to repeatedly pass by him..it was really horrible and just as this summer the customs agent interrogated me politely with questions about what I was doing, where I was staying, did I have friends, etc..there aren’t really any wrong answers I suppose, but you can’t help but feel a bit defensive and this is what they want you to feel so you make a mistake or become visibly flustered and then warrant further ‘screening’ by the guys with bamboo shoots and batons. After my verbal violating I collected my bag that had been circling the carousel for who knows how long and made my way to the transport to the London city center…I could choose between the high speed express train (fifteen minutes at a higher cost) to the city center or the Piccadilly line to my stop at Leicester square. I decided to take the Piccadilly line and paid about four pounds and off I went..what a mistake! As a side note…the exchange rate is approximately 1.95USD per pound so I just round up to 2USD to make the math easy. I found myself forgetting that everything is twice as expensive when compared to the dollar and may have let the cash flow from my hands easier than I should have. Anyway, the tube..aka subway was half full and I stood over my bag in the corner and counted the stops till the city center..it was sixteen stops..ugh. As we proceed towards London the tube car became increasingly full and before long I was literally standing with my nose in some guy’s armpit…thankfully he had great personal hygiene habits and we stayed that way for many stops. It was the most uncomfortable ride on the subway I’ve ever experienced in all my travels and this continued for one hour…absolutely torturous. Upon arrival to Leicester square and regaining my breath I headed to the guesthouse for check-in and that went smoothly. The British museum had late hours on Thursday nights so I rushed off to knock out one of the attractions on my list. The museum contained artifacts from Asia, Egypt, Greece and many other places. You had to love the conquering British empire of yesteryear that allowed us to view all of these objects. The next day I walked through Covent Garden shopping and then met Anze from Slovenia at the tube stop and we caught up on our lives since we met this summer. If you are a new reader and don’t know the story about Anze I must refer you to previous posts about Slovenia…so onward, we go, I wanted to see the London Tower and view the crown jewels and Anze joined me…in true Anze behavior he took pictures of the crown jewels which is forbidden. They are stored in a vault that you pass into and out of and what is really interesting is that when you finally get to see the jewels you stand on an escalator which moves you along and it makes perfect sense because you don’t have the slow and curious tourist hogging the space in front of the exhibit. The Royal Scepter has a 500+ karat diamond and quite impressive. Afterwards we met his friend Maya who was shopping during this time. We all headed off to Soho and found a pub to have a drink and met an interesting man named Brendon from Ireland. Of course he chided me repeatedly about being from America and was quite friendly…more so to Maya and at times Anze and I were merely spectators..haha. I returned to the guesthouse and met up with my neighbor from Maylasia and went out to meet some friends of his. During the course of the night I met many other interesting people, rode with a crazy double-decker bus driver down Oxford Street and had a great time. The next day Anze, Maya and I were going to visit the Camden market so I met them there at 1030 and it began to rain quite hard so we ducked into a pub and had some warm tea and I ordered an English breakfast. The English breakfast is quite a meal; two eggs sunny side up, ham, sausage links, beans, mushrooms, toast and a grilled tomato. It doesn’t taste like much and the cuts of meat are low quality but it serves its purpose. I actually grew to like them throughout my trip (after extensive trimming of fat and non-edible parts). The Camden market is a massive collection of stores and booths selling new, second or even third hand clothes, handmade crafts, art, food stalls, furniture and the biggest gathering of granola, goth, punk and social misfits you’ve ever seen. Camden market also includes the Camden Locks and Camden Canal areas. As the morning progressed and the rain stopped there was a huge influx of tourists, misfits and voyeurs to the area and made catching the tube very difficult. We met Anze’s friends Roman and Melanie from Hamburg Germany and after awhile we all split up with instructions to meet later in the evening for a farewell since I left the next morning. That evening Anze and Maya headed off to the hostel since they had to return by midnight while Roman, Melanie and I had a late dinner at a Chinese restaurant in Soho. All went well except for the mouse that appeared after we finished eating and caused quite a chuckle as it validated the stereotype of the less than clean Chinese restaurant…I had chicken and felt confident that was what I ate! Roman, Melanie and I parted with the promise that I would visit them in Hamburg before I departed Germany and we would also meet in Heidelberg where Roman’s sister is going to school sometime soon. A helpful thing about London is that they have painted the words “look left” and “look right” on the road at crosswalks for Americans and others who do not drive on the left as a reminder before you cross the street to look in the correct direction. My return to Germany began with a much more pleasurable tube ride from Leicester square to Heathrow and a delayed flight of twenty minutes at first that stretched to one and half hours before it was done…all blamed on the heavy rain earlier in the morning. The most ridiculous item of the entire trip was the fact that I had to check my umbrella since it was longer than the length allowed for a carry-on…come on Britain, get real..I understand the prohibition against liquids but my umbrella being too long is absolutely foolish and caused me delay at Frankfurt since I had to claim it at the bulk baggage area…Jesus Christ! As Anze would say…”Crazy English!” But my travel delays would continue when I tried to catch the train from the Frankfurt airport to Ramstein…the attendant printed my itinerary and circled track number five…I arrived there and looked at the monitor and sure enough it was track five however, the train arrived on track four and I didn’t pay attention to it until I glanced over as it was departing and noticed the train number was the one I was supposed to be on…I was furious! I marched back to the reservation counter and explained this and wouldn’t you know that every Sunday from a certain time during the day on this very train the track platforms are switched and the computer doesn’t flag it so the attendant just has to know it…that damn snafu cost me valuable time and added another one and half hours to my trip home…but I suppose all is well that ends well? I’ve decided to venture nearly every weekend to other Germany cities and neighboring countries for quick in and out trips until I leave this spring. I hope to have many adventures to detail and provide for your amusement, amazement and laughter…probably at my expense. The photos are London Bridge, Camden Market area, Anze and I at breakfast and the crosswalk words.  Ciao for now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23921137-116458285470325339?l=songwukong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songwukong.blogspot.com/feeds/116458285470325339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23921137&amp;postID=116458285470325339' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23921137/posts/default/116458285470325339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23921137/posts/default/116458285470325339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songwukong.blogspot.com/2006/11/london-unleashed.html' title='London Unleashed'/><author><name>Bryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05081653035417148219</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23921137.post-116335908326626097</id><published>2006-11-12T13:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T14:19:22.163-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Medieval Rothenburg Germany</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2492/2477/1600/IMG_1198.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2492/2477/320/IMG_1198.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2492/2477/1600/IMG_1194.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2492/2477/320/IMG_1194.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2492/2477/1600/IMG_1203.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2492/2477/320/IMG_1203.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today me and a couple of work-mates drove 175 miles north to a town called Rothenburg which has a wall circling the old town since the medieval times. The weather around Ramstein was sunny and raised our spirits about the trip but as we approached Rothenburg the rain started and the wind started to blow. Of course I didn't bring a hat, scarf or umbrella since the weather looked wonderful at the start...lessson number one..always prepare for the unpredictable German weather. Anyway, we roamed around the town and did stop for lunch at a warm cafe. On the way out we bought a cup of Gluhwein (spiced and heated wine) which is a big thing as the weather gets colder and the Christmas markets begin to set up in preparation for the holidays. I bought a beer stein for another friend and then we toured the Criminal Museum where I saw medival torture devices and methods. Making people listen to loud music, hold their arms out or stay awake is childs play compared to the methods of confession here in Europe....but I digress!! There were a few chasity belts on display that I found amusing...haha. I did find a pastry that I enjoyed from previous trips to Germany and I bought a half dozen to take home...yeah! Anyway, we walked off to the far side of town and got a great view of the town from the side showing the wall and then we really got wet from the rain so off to the car we quickly went. The drive home was uneventful and having a dry warm bed is so nice. All is going well here and I'm getting excited for my trip to London at the end of the month. I'll be meeting Anze and some of his friends so that will be quite a crowd...one American and five Slovenes' unleashed on the unsuspecting city of London...haha. I've been told by my Czech buddy who lives here with his family that there is a Polish Pottery store in the next town...that is great news so I'll be checking it out soon and if it doesn't meet my needs then I'll be planning a trip to Warsaw in the near future to finally get my sought after pottery. In addition, I will plan some weekend trips to neighboring countries and cities in Germany as time allows. I should have some interesting adventures to document....&lt;with&gt;. See ya.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23921137-116335908326626097?l=songwukong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songwukong.blogspot.com/feeds/116335908326626097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23921137&amp;postID=116335908326626097' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23921137/posts/default/116335908326626097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23921137/posts/default/116335908326626097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songwukong.blogspot.com/2006/11/medieval-rothenburg-germany.html' title='Medieval Rothenburg Germany'/><author><name>Bryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05081653035417148219</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23921137.post-116154230918033234</id><published>2006-10-22T14:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-22T14:38:29.193-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Post Before I Depart</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2492/2477/1600/IMG_1147.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2492/2477/320/IMG_1147.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2492/2477/1600/IMG_1157.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2492/2477/320/IMG_1157.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2492/2477/1600/IMG_1158.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2492/2477/320/IMG_1158.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2492/2477/1600/IMG_1172.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2492/2477/320/IMG_1172.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello Everyone, the past couple weeks have had a couple actitivities worthy of mention :) First, I traveled to Harpers Ferry, West Virginia to visit a friend of mine named Debbie, her husband John and two children Jessie and Brit (twin girl and boy). Harpers Ferry is about 70 miles from my house and west of DC in the 'hills'. It has history dating from the Revolutionary and Civil Wars and John knows all about it. In preparation for his teaching certificate he's been studying local history and makes a great tour guide pointing out battlefields and items of interest along the way. Debbie and I took a hike to Jefferson's Rock and viewed the merging of the Potomac and Shendandoah rivers. It was a good day and John masterfully cooked a few steaks!! My roommate celebrated his birthday on the 21st so we gathered a bunch of friends together and threw a combined Halloween costume party for his birthday. Kyle, the host went all out and left no decoration undone. I was dressed as a character from the horror movie Saw...I didn't wear the mask while on the street so kids asked me if I was going to the prom...if they only knew how many years I've been out of school, I guess the facial moisturizer really works!! Anyway, the pictures are of Debbie and I from Jefferson's Rock, my costume with and without the mask and the gang from the birthday party (from L to R: Greg, me, Momma, Kyle and Mike in the front with his gift).  I'm supposed to leave this week for Germany however, there may be a slight delay as we wait for the German government to approve certain work related documents.  I'll keep you updated.  Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23921137-116154230918033234?l=songwukong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songwukong.blogspot.com/feeds/116154230918033234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23921137&amp;postID=116154230918033234' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23921137/posts/default/116154230918033234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23921137/posts/default/116154230918033234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songwukong.blogspot.com/2006/10/post-before-i-depart.html' title='A Post Before I Depart'/><author><name>Bryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05081653035417148219</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23921137.post-116079241795352734</id><published>2006-10-13T22:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-13T22:20:17.966-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Germany bound</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2492/2477/1600/Germany%20flag.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2492/2477/320/Germany%20flag.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be transferred to Germany with the company to support on going operations. I expect to depart the end of October and return in about three months. I'll have more info later...Auf Wiedersehen!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23921137-116079241795352734?l=songwukong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songwukong.blogspot.com/feeds/116079241795352734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23921137&amp;postID=116079241795352734' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23921137/posts/default/116079241795352734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23921137/posts/default/116079241795352734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songwukong.blogspot.com/2006/10/germany-bound.html' title='Germany bound'/><author><name>Bryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05081653035417148219</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23921137.post-115974310899875168</id><published>2006-10-01T18:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-01T18:51:49.020-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What The Hell Is A Hokie?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2492/2477/1600/IMG_1109.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2492/2477/320/IMG_1109.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2492/2477/1600/IMG_1113.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2492/2477/320/IMG_1113.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2492/2477/1600/IMG_1088.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2492/2477/320/IMG_1088.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Friday I left work early to escape the Friday traffic that swallows the DC metro area and headed to southern Virginia to the town of Blacksburg. For those who do not know...this is the home of Virginia Tech and a source of pride for the state. Those who have graduated, attend or just love VT call themselves Hokies...the school mascot. First of all, it looks like a turkey but folks don't like it to be called one...go figure. Anyway, the four hour drive weaved through the mountains of western Virginia and provided nice scenery but along with hills and damn semi-trailers comes the slinky-effect as we go slow up the hill and fast down the otherside. It was a rather frustrating four hours. I personally don't subscribe to all the hype with the Hokies or take particular interest in the sports program but this weekend was the game against Georgia Tech so that only added more people and cars to the mix in small town Blacksburg. Anyway, the amount of stuff stuck on the cars showing Hokie pride is overwhelming in this part of the state. The reason for my presence Blacksburg was visit a friend of mine named Will who is a senior this year. Saturday we headed off to the Cascades to hike the trail to the waterfall in the Jefferson National Forest. The directions that Will had gathered from the Internet put us out in the middle very rual Virginia hill country and not the most comforting as I couldn't get the theme song from Deliverance out of my mind. Stopping and asking for directions proved to be quite comical as this gentlemen desperately tried to describe the route using the "Dairy Queen", the big red Nextel building and town names that sounded the same. What I could glean from the conversation was go back west to Pembroke. We did stop for directions once again and after suffering through agonizing minutes of drawl we came to the conclusion that the "big red Nextel" building was key to our search and Cascade drive would be next to it. So back west we continued until finding the big red Nextel building which was actually a previous fast food style building...certainly not "big", but my perception of big is much different than folks in this area. We finally made it to the park and hiked along a trail near the creek back about two miles to the waterfall. There were numerous people out enjoying the mild weather all along the trail. Feeling detoxed from the fresh air we returned to Blacksburg for a movie and dinner. VT did lose to GT and that didn't seem to damper the spirits of the college students partying all night outside the apartment and thanks to the dumbass that launched the big ass bottle rocket that jerked me awake. The drive home was much easier because I left early in the morning and shared the road with fog, semi-trailers and a few cars. The pictures show an example of the vehicle "flair" showing Hokie pride...ugh! Will and I posing in front of the waterfall and the shot of me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23921137-115974310899875168?l=songwukong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songwukong.blogspot.com/feeds/115974310899875168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23921137&amp;postID=115974310899875168' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23921137/posts/default/115974310899875168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23921137/posts/default/115974310899875168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songwukong.blogspot.com/2006/10/what-hell-is-hokie.html' title='What The Hell Is A Hokie?'/><author><name>Bryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05081653035417148219</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23921137.post-115731193570536244</id><published>2006-09-03T15:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-03T15:32:15.716-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Diamond Club</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2492/2477/1600/IMG_1064.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2492/2477/320/IMG_1064.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2492/2477/1600/IMG_1078.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2492/2477/320/IMG_1078.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On 2 September the Washington Nationals baseball team played the Arizona Diamond Backs at RFK stadium in Washington DC. I had purchased a pair of tickets from a colleague who has season tickets to the Diamond Club. These tickets are some of the best in the stadium I would believe since you get access to the pre-game buffet and can overwatch the warm ups on the field. This year the seats were right next to the away team dugout and not protected by the net behind home plate. I was very cognizant of where the foul balls were landing since I didn't have a baseball glove. The game was originally scheduled for the evening of 1 September but tropical storm Ernesto came through the area and postponed the game. There was a heavy mist in the air all through the game and the turn out was low but overall everyone had fun watching the Nat's defeat the Diamond Backs 7-6...although the Nat's didn't get into high gear until the last half of the game. Labor Day weekend signals the end of summer so to speak and the days become shorter and before long a chill will be in the air. The photos are of the home plate area before the game and the Presidents race.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23921137-115731193570536244?l=songwukong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songwukong.blogspot.com/feeds/115731193570536244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23921137&amp;postID=115731193570536244' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23921137/posts/default/115731193570536244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23921137/posts/default/115731193570536244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songwukong.blogspot.com/2006/09/diamond-club.html' title='The Diamond Club'/><author><name>Bryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05081653035417148219</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23921137.post-115688819015686496</id><published>2006-08-29T17:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-29T17:49:50.176-04:00</updated><title type='text'>London calling.....</title><content type='html'>Hello Folks, I've decided to revisit London in November and then jet off to Puerto Vallarta in February for a wedding.  The research begins for places to stay and things to do.  I'll have more soon.  Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23921137-115688819015686496?l=songwukong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songwukong.blogspot.com/feeds/115688819015686496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23921137&amp;postID=115688819015686496' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23921137/posts/default/115688819015686496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23921137/posts/default/115688819015686496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songwukong.blogspot.com/2006/08/london-calling.html' title='London calling.....'/><author><name>Bryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05081653035417148219</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23921137.post-115370298982879272</id><published>2006-07-23T20:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-23T21:04:30.816-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Time To Pass The Reins</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2492/2477/1600/IMG_1048.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2492/2477/320/IMG_1048.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2492/2477/1600/IMG_1041.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2492/2477/320/IMG_1041.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2492/2477/1600/IMG_1032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2492/2477/320/IMG_1032.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It has been awhile since I've updated my life events the past couple months. As I promised, I have included photos of my retirement. I had honestly been stressing over the details of the event since I had my family flying and driving from Minnesota and Texas...I wanted the ceremony to be worth the time and money invested. The weather the week of the ceremony had been filled with rain so the ceremony was moved indoors and the Old Guard at Fort Myer did a fantastic job. My family was thrilled and I was relieved! There were 44 of us soldiers who retired that day and we all stood in formation facing the crowd of spectators and family. It had been awhile since I stood at attention for anyone so my concern was not to lock my knees and suffer an embarrasing fall :) On 29 June I wore my dress uniform for the last time and I returned a couple salutes for the last time. An interesting note..retiring that day was a previous commander of mine during my days in the 3rd Infantry Division. He was the armor battalion commander and I was his intelligence officer and I was proud to stand in the same formation with him and bid goodbye to the Army. The real finality of the whole retirement process occurs when you surrender your active duty ID card and receive the blue retiree ID card...there is no going back. All said and done it was 20 years and 5 days of service. As I reflect back on those 20 years I still smile and recall the summer of 1986 when a 17 year old skinny, naive kid ventured off to basic training, starting at the very bottom of enlisted rank and working himself to a commissioned officer. I've felt the highs of victory in battle during Desert Storm to the lows of losing friends in combat, accidents and suicides. I've had the pleasure of serving with leaders that I'd follow into the depths of hell and others who I'd gently push first :) I've had the pleasure of leading soldiers during peacekeeping and combat operations and we've endured all the mundane the Army had to offer. During the ceremony the presenting officer stepped in front of me and provided me a certificate and flag and asked me to be a personal recruiter for the Army...that is fine however; the Army is a choice and I will certainly be truthful about its opportunities and dangers but you won't see me beating my chest from the highest object in the hopes of attracting your sons and daughters!! Now, the photos are a shot of the Old Guard marching, the formation of us retirees and lastly....some of my family...four generations actually. I'm the one in the uniform, haha. Enjoy your summer and I'll have to tell you about my new job next. Take care.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23921137-115370298982879272?l=songwukong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songwukong.blogspot.com/feeds/115370298982879272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23921137&amp;postID=115370298982879272' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23921137/posts/default/115370298982879272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23921137/posts/default/115370298982879272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songwukong.blogspot.com/2006/07/time-to-pass-reins.html' title='Time To Pass The Reins'/><author><name>Bryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05081653035417148219</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23921137.post-115065976062115178</id><published>2006-06-18T15:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-18T15:42:40.640-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Time to face Reality</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2492/2477/1600/IMG_0535.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2492/2477/320/IMG_0535.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hello everyone, I have returned to Viriginia safely and now begin the process of reintegration with society :) I've spent countless hours...mostly on airplanes and trains...analyzing everything I've seen and experienced and realized that although we all have blood flowing through our veins we Americans are truly an ocean apart from the Europeans in our culture. Let me give you some observations...and mind you...these are only my observations from the past six weeks traveling through the countries you've read about in my postings. I kept a page free in my journal where I recorded those things that intrigued me about Europe....they actually obey the speed limits on the autobahn. I can't remember ever seeing anyone dressed in sweatpants or some tacky track suit in public...jeez, how many times have you seen a sloppy American in this attire...I shutter to think. Meal time in a restaurant is slower and a certain elegance surrounds the meal preparations...allow me to explain. First, everything is in the presentation, when you order a simple cup of tea the cup is accompanied with a saucer, cloth or paper spacer between the cup and saucer, a small spoon and some sweetener. I dare you try and find any of this at an American restaurant. You will not be presented with the check unless you ask for it..now personally, I was usually in a hurry and found it annoying to motion for the check but life is much slower for those around me. My biggest complaint with a majority of the countries visited was the cigarette smoking. I applaude those city ordinances being passed all throughout America banning smoking in public and not so public places! I always have to question the intelligence level of a smoker and I was confounded by how many Europeans smoked and they have a very advanced education system.... The warning label on European cigarette packages should be modeled by American cigarette manufactures...it is printed in large black and white letters and covers roughly half of the container front and back...manufactures have scored a coup with the placement of the warning labels here in America...however bold and obvious Europeans still smoke them! My last observation was how much I appreciated when the plane arrived at the gate no one immediately jumped up and raced for the exit...Americans can hardly contain themselves in airplanes and really believe that the extra jump on everyone will allow them faster exit....wrong. I now begin my preparations for retirement and will have another posting after my ceremony to give you a feel for the pomp and cicumstance of a military retirement ceremony. One last thing....only in Europe...Romania specifically...would you see such an advertisement in the Mens room. See ya.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23921137-115065976062115178?l=songwukong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songwukong.blogspot.com/feeds/115065976062115178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23921137&amp;postID=115065976062115178' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23921137/posts/default/115065976062115178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23921137/posts/default/115065976062115178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songwukong.blogspot.com/2006/06/time-to-face-reality.html' title='Time to face Reality'/><author><name>Bryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05081653035417148219</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23921137.post-115002497627764030</id><published>2006-06-11T06:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-12T05:41:23.733-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Genealogy House tour</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2492/2477/1600/Sn??mek"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2492/2477/320/Sn%3F%3Fmek%20008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2492/2477/1600/Sn??mek"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2492/2477/320/Sn%3F%3Fmek%20009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2492/2477/1600/Sn??mek"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2492/2477/320/Sn%3F%3Fmek%20010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm here at the Stockholm airport waiting for my departure flight and found a computer to update my experiences...of course I still can't plug in the camera...soon I promise. Anyway, I traveled by train to Leksand to personally see the location where all the research was conducted on the family lineage. The woman who was responsible for my research request was out on holiday so I coordinated a visit with the director named Per..pronounced like Pear. The train trip was three hours to Leksand from Stockholm and I walked to the facility about 1.5 kilometers outside the town. Sven-Erik had helped me print a map and everything worked perfectly. Per greeted me and he took some time explaining the history of how how such detailed records were maintain for centuries and how they became available to the world so to speak. First, the ruling king in the 1500's directed that the priests go into the countryside and conduct a census in order to determine how many subjects he had and to determine what assets they had..especially land in order to levy the appropriate tax to finance battles he was waging against Sweden's neighbors. So the priests traveled into the countryside and conducted this census every ten years however, local priests kept detailed information on members of the congregation yearly. This practice lasted until about the late 1800's. Interestingly, the priests were the mouthpiece so to speak for the king and that was why people traveled enormous distances on Sunday's to attend church services. Per recounted a story from his ancestry where family members walked 20 kilometers one way to attend services...they had a small cottage about centrally located where the family would change shoes and clothes before the final leg to the church so they looked their best and they did the reverse on the walk home...that is amazing. Anyway, in the 1950's the Mormon church took these large church books and converted the contents to microfiche and created the Genealogy house. The original church books are located in Uppsalla or Stockholm in the state archives and not available to the public any longer in order to preserve them. The facility has approximately 3000 binders containing about 300,000 microfiche's and numerous other books and documents about Swedish family history. He took the time to personally show me how the research is conducted and some of the diffculties of reading different priests handwriting from the past. Many of the priests were very meticulous in their duties of documentation and the writing is fairly easy to read...some on the other had were drinking the church wine or going blind as in one documented case. The incoming priest had to redo the work of the blind priest and everything is carefully documented as they made almost daily entries into the church books. Per showed me how the family names were passed from generation to generation and certain titles like 'hoff' that meant soldier or the name assigned to a certain farm that carried forth in the family name. A relative of mine was a soldier for 33 years and reached the rank of Corporal 2nd class and served in the post #73 that was named 'back'....the military posts had all sorts of names. The position always remained it was the soldier who rotated through over the years and this post had been active since the 1600's and the last soldier left it in the early 1900's. All of the soldier history is documented in separate books for all the numbered posts. I had hired the genealogy house to conduct a second round of investigation into the family history and when I visited they had traced lineage back to the early 1700's. The information if available will not likely continue beyond the 1500's since that was the origin of the recordkeeping. An example of the information contained in columns along the length of the church books were the names, birthdate, date married, moved from/to, can you read, can you recite the three books (not sure which books), then yearly entries as to whether you had communion and whether you passed the oral exam (reciting some scriptures) and lastly there is an entry whether you were vaccinated...not exactly sure from what. You can easily see when someone in the family died from the last yearly entry because the information would be blank and there would be a cross drawn next to the name with a date. Per explained that all information is doubled checked by another staff member to ensure accuracy and of course cross-referenced during the research by matching entires with an absence of entries, etc. I found the visit to be extremely informative and I learned the genealogy house can arrange for guides to assist people with finding the areas where relatives lived. This could be a possibility for a subsequent visit. If you know anyone who is interested in conducting research for family lineage you can come to Leksand and conduct the research yourself for a minimal fee or hire a staff member to conduct the research for you for what I consider to be a very resonable price. If you want more information let me know. The pictures are of the sign to the Genealogy house, the facility itself and the Leksand sign at the train station.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23921137-115002497627764030?l=songwukong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songwukong.blogspot.com/feeds/115002497627764030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23921137&amp;postID=115002497627764030' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23921137/posts/default/115002497627764030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23921137/posts/default/115002497627764030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songwukong.blogspot.com/2006/06/genealogy-house-tour.html' title='Genealogy House tour'/><author><name>Bryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05081653035417148219</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23921137.post-114977308203434899</id><published>2006-06-08T08:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-12T03:28:00.256-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Swedish connection</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2492/2477/1600/Sn??mek"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2492/2477/320/Sn%3F%3Fmek%20006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2492/2477/1600/Sn??mek"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2492/2477/320/Sn%3F%3Fmek%20005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2492/2477/1600/Sn??mek"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2492/2477/320/Sn%3F%3Fmek%20004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hello Everyone, its been awhile since I've written because of time and difficulty in getting computers to recognize my camera so I still owe pictures of Stockholm and of course the visit with my relatives in the Orebro area. The train ride to Orebro was a quick two hours and I was left at the platform wondering who in the crowd was Margaretha and Sven-Erik..of course they were wondering the same about me. I had a hunch the couple with the intent look on their faces may be my relatives and sure enough it was! We exchanged greetings and moved to the car for the short drive to the town of Fjugesta where their home is. The home is immaculate and the place where dropping something on the floor doesn't automatically rule it out for eating, you can compare it to an IKEA showroom! I was given the grand tour and shown my bedroom after which we discussed the information that was learned from the Släktforskarnas Hus that did our family history research. They were just as surprised to learn about the relatives that remained in Sweden...I think now is the appropriate time to fill in some quick history. My Great Grandmother, Alma Charlotta Nilsson left Sweden in 1907 at the age of 17 and began a new life in Minnesota. I remember visiting Alma Olson (no longer Nilsson) as a child but not effectively communicating because she spoke Swedish and I was more interested in the sweets she always had layed out for us. Alma Olson had four brothers and two sisters.. two sisters and two brothers remained in Sweden. Her sister Olga is Margaretha's Great Grandmother. Margaretha's mother, Gunvor (Olga's daughter) and her husband Lennart are a spry couple and came over to visit me the afternoon I arrived. They brought along an old photo of Alma's family in front of the family home in Sögmyrd..a village that still exists today. Alma was missing because the photo was taken after her departure to America and it was also missing Alma's father, Adolf who drowned in 1900 when she was 10 years old. I can't imagine what life must have been like for Alma's mother to be left alone with six kids during that era. We spent the rest of the day talking about relatives and learning about each other. I also met Margaretha and Sven-Erik's son Johan and his girlfriend Live. The next day we went to the summer home that Margaretha's grandfather had bought in 1958 and I got to see a real wood burning kitchen stove and many historical items collected over the years. The homes here in Sweden are commonly painted red with white trim..this red paint is traditional and created at a place that has a very old copper mine. The following day we toured the town of Orebro and visited the 800 year old castle and went to the top of the water tower for a 360 view of the city. We then decided to meet Gunvor and Lennart in town at their flat and I was treated to more old family photos and stories. Many of these photos Sven-Erik and I gathered up to scan later that day so I could take back to America and pass along to my family. Sadly, the time had come to leave the flat and we said our goodbyes...with the full intent on meeting again soon. The next day saw me back at the train station making the trek back to Stockholm and saying goodbye to a segment of my family that I had never known. The trip was definitely the high point of my trip to Europe and energized me to continue the family history research. Margaretha made some awesome Swedish meatballs and I vowed to attempt to copy the success...the meatballs are actually quite important since they are always present during Christmas meals and served with Lignonberries. I am heading to Leksand the following day to visit the Släktforskarnas Hus and see just how they are able to trace the family back through the centuries. More on this to follow. The photos are the red and white traditional colors of the country home. Sven-Erik and Margarethas home painted yellow with white trim and lastly the picture of the family...from left to right, me, Sven-Erik, Johan, Margaretha, Lennart, Gunvor and Live.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23921137-114977308203434899?l=songwukong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songwukong.blogspot.com/feeds/114977308203434899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23921137&amp;postID=114977308203434899' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23921137/posts/default/114977308203434899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23921137/posts/default/114977308203434899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songwukong.blogspot.com/2006/06/swedish-connection.html' title='The Swedish connection'/><author><name>Bryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05081653035417148219</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23921137.post-114940794263216867</id><published>2006-06-04T03:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-12T03:29:28.076-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunny Stockholm</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2492/2477/1600/Sn??mek"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2492/2477/320/Sn%3F%3Fmek%20002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2492/2477/1600/Sn??mek"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2492/2477/320/Sn%3F%3Fmek%20003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2492/2477/1600/Sn??mek"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2492/2477/320/Sn%3F%3Fmek%20001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hello everyone...I say sunny because most of the past 10 days have been cloudy, rainy and cool stretching from London, Amsterdam and Germany. Arrival to Stockholm from Frankfurt was a quick two hour flight and I took the Arlanda Express to the Central train Station in Stockholm. However, before leaving the airport I was singled from the crowd by an immigration/customs agent and slightly interrogated. Did I look that threatening? I'm certainly not special but I sure didn't think I was that different from the crowd. As I observed the terrain from the train window I couldn't help but see the similarities to northern Minnesota and wondered if that was the reason why so many Swede's and Nordic folks settled there. The forests were covered with birch and poplar trees and the familiar basalt rocks poking up from the ground. I arrived in time to see the Stockholm marathon being run throughout the city to include the Old Town called Gamla Stan. I checked into the Lord Nelson hotel which is totally decorated to resemble the interior of a ship....to include a port hole in the bathroom door. I purchased my train ticket to Orebro for the 4th of June and then set out to explore a bit of the city. Gamla Stan is a compact island full of narrow cobblestoned streets and hordes of people and home to the royal castle. I have gathered brochures for tours of the city when I return after spending a few days with relatives in the town of Orebro. I called them last night to ensure they knew of my arrival time and I asked them....how will I know who you are on the train platform and Margaretha replied..."we'll look for you"...I suppose I stick out in the crowd...maybe the non-blonde and blue-eyed Swede? Anyway, I'll write more when I return from the interior of the country and learn all about life in Sweden. The photos are of me posing in front of the royal castle, a large building next to the royal castle..the name escapes me and finally a shot of the Stockholm marathon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23921137-114940794263216867?l=songwukong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songwukong.blogspot.com/feeds/114940794263216867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23921137&amp;postID=114940794263216867' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23921137/posts/default/114940794263216867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23921137/posts/default/114940794263216867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songwukong.blogspot.com/2006/06/sunny-stockholm.html' title='Sunny Stockholm'/><author><name>Bryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05081653035417148219</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23921137.post-114898051540391960</id><published>2006-05-30T04:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-30T05:26:28.023-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Amsterdam....Venice of the north!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2492/2477/1600/Picture%20002.3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2492/2477/320/Picture%20002.3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2492/2477/1600/Picture%20001.4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2492/2477/320/Picture%20001.4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2492/2477/1600/Picture%20003.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2492/2477/320/Picture%20003.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2492/2477/1600/Picture%20004.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2492/2477/320/Picture%20004.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arrival to Amsterdam was an easy flight from London. Carlos and I set out on the first day to visit the Van Gogh museum and Anne Frank's house. The Van Gogh museum was interesting and I did learn that he killed himself with a gunshot to the chest...albeit it took two days. It's speculated that he did this because he had checked himself into a sanitarium because of epileptic type seizures. I did purchase two prints for framing so it wasn't a total loss! Anne Frank's house was a very good visit. The museum is small and there are limited exhibits but they are arrayed so well that it makes for a timely and informative walk-thru. I couldn't help but realize that since the start of my trip in Romania there hasn't been a country that I visited that wasn't affected by the Nazi's and World War II. It really hammers it into your mind that this was truely a global conflict and so many millions of people were affected. Once we had the sunny side of Amsterdam accomplished then we searched for the seedy side. It wasn't hard to find the marijuana bars...or excuse me..the cafes...since the smell is unmistakable. I had to use the Internet in one of these facilities and got to watch the entire transaction. The customer chooses from a list of different types of marijuana, then the clerk weighs the 'buds' and places in a zip lock bag and provides to the customer. The customer then grabs a community bong that isn't being utilized and smokes it. I'm sure they don't smoke it all in the cafe because I've seen plenty of folks on the street doing it. The prostitution is interesting also. It really is like window shopping as they stand in front of a glass door that lead to a small room with a bed and sink. They are clearly marked with a red light..how appropriate.. above the door. You literally cruise by and pick the type of woman you like...and believe me, there are all types. Pictures of them is discouraged and I even watched one woman exit the room and physically slap a man on the face for taking a photo of her. The streets are crowded with tons of ogling men and some women I supposed dragged along at the request of their boyfriend or husband. I'm not entirely sure what attracts most people...the Van Gogh, pot or prostitution. After tiring of all that Amsterdam had to offer, Carlos and I took a day trip to Brussels. I found the town to be rather boring and the only highlight was the Manneken Pis statue...the little boy pissing basically. The interesting thing is that he has many costumes that he can be dressed in to commemorate important events or holidays. He was dressed as an archer for my visit. I bought some Belgian chocolate and we returned to Amsterdam to prepare for our departure the next day. Carlos was to return to the USA while I continued on to Germany to visit friends. The pictures include the red light district..notice the red lights above the door...a shot of Anne Frank's house..the one concealed a bit behind the tree and a picture of the Grand Place in Brussels and lastly the Manneken Pis statue. I will have more from Germany later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23921137-114898051540391960?l=songwukong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songwukong.blogspot.com/feeds/114898051540391960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23921137&amp;postID=114898051540391960' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23921137/posts/default/114898051540391960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23921137/posts/default/114898051540391960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songwukong.blogspot.com/2006/05/amsterdamvenice-of-north.html' title='Amsterdam....Venice of the north!'/><author><name>Bryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05081653035417148219</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23921137.post-114872506319395394</id><published>2006-05-27T05:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-27T07:08:26.903-04:00</updated><title type='text'>God save the Queen</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2492/2477/1600/amsterdam%20001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2492/2477/320/amsterdam%20001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2492/2477/1600/amsterdam%20002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2492/2477/320/amsterdam%20002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2492/2477/1600/amsterdam%20003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2492/2477/320/amsterdam%20003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm actually writing from Amsterdam...but more about this city later. My flight from Slovenia to Londons Gatwick airport was uneventful...like all flights should be. The trip through immigration was interesting in that the immigration officers did not wear uniforms and the more I thought about this the more it made sense....everywhere I've travelled they always wear uniforms and that immediately creates a stressful environment, however these folks appeared like regular people but they were very adept at ascertaining information in a less threatening way.  Don't get me wrong..they are professionals and I wonder if this technique is an adaptation to procedures for snagging terrorists and bad guys.  After a train, tube (subway) and foot walk, I finally arrived at the guest house in the Westminster district of London. Ideally placed in the busy area by day and night so sleeping was difficult. The first day ended early and day two brought sightseeing with Carlos. He had arrived much earlier the first day and did most of the sites so he was actually leading me around the city. We passed Number 10 Downing street and didn't see anyone special. The Parliament building and Big Ben had some interesting architecture and Westminster Abby was...well a big building. We had to be at Buckingham Palace by 1130 to witness the changing of the guard. Of course this was the hot spot for all tourists so we packed ourselves in against the gate to watch this event unfold. I was really surprised at the length of the ceremony and all the pomp it involved. It's more than changing a couple guards at the guardshack. There were horses, the band, colorful uniforms and lots of stomping the ground. This whole process took at least an hour and I set off to view the Imperial War Museum. The museum was a great collection of artifacts, papers, uniforms and equipment from the wars the kingdom has been involved in since WWI to present. For the history buff or those interested in military history this should be on your calendar. The weather was tradional London...rainy! We decided to escape the rain and watch the Da Vinci Code. The movie experience was very interesting..first the cost...it was 12.50 pounds or about double for US dollars...25.00 per person. We picked seats in a auditorium where you would expect to see a play or something. The screen was very wide and the before show advertisments were entertaining since they are so different from American ones. The final laugh was about a serious subject but presented in such a funny way...an advertisement to safeguard your valuables while at the movie from thieves...showing a snake slithering and hissing. Day three was saved for the London eye and a Stonghenge tour. The London eye provided a great view of the city skyline and I would recommend for visitors. The wheel resembles a farris-wheel design with many capsules that hold about 25 people that rotates around in about 30 minutes and reaches a height of a couple hundred feet. The Stonehenge tour was by bus and lasted the rest of the day...the weather was unusually good and we visited three sites. An ancient burial ground from the Neolithic era, Avenbury Stonehenge and finally the real Stonehenge you see from pictures. The Avenbury site was believed to be dedicated to fertility while the Stonehenge site is believed to be totally related to the sun and moon and the summer-winter solstices. Some of our tour group were a bit too interested in the site and began praying, throwing powders, etc. The tour allowed us entry in the park after it closed to actually walk among the stones. My parting thoughts about London...nice place to visit for the history, the food sucks, it's expensive and will there ever be a real sunny day? The pictures show the guardshacks at Buckingham Palace, the view of Parliament and Big Ben from the London Eye and finally the mystic Stonehenge.  Finding an Internet terminal in Amsterdam is proving difficult since everyone is more interested in smoking pot and ogling women in the red light district. Bye for now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23921137-114872506319395394?l=songwukong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songwukong.blogspot.com/feeds/114872506319395394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23921137&amp;postID=114872506319395394' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23921137/posts/default/114872506319395394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23921137/posts/default/114872506319395394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songwukong.blogspot.com/2006/05/god-save-queen.html' title='God save the Queen'/><author><name>Bryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05081653035417148219</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23921137.post-114828564612502818</id><published>2006-05-22T03:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-22T07:30:13.216-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Slovenia Invigorates!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2492/2477/1600/IMG_0686.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2492/2477/320/IMG_0686.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2492/2477/1600/IMG_0694.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2492/2477/320/IMG_0694.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2492/2477/1600/IMG_0731.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2492/2477/320/IMG_0731.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2492/2477/1600/IMG_0745.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2492/2477/320/IMG_0745.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a long day of air travel I finally arrived in Ljubljana and as planned Anze was patiently waiting for me.  I got my things settled at the house and we discussed the plans for the upcoming two day roadtrip around Slovenia.  Traveling by car through the mountains, foothills and coast provided some breathtaking scenes and lasting memories.  In the morning we set off to Mount Vrsic were I posed in front of snow over six feet deep at the height of 1611 meters.  The route was filled with switchbacks and a light fog covered the peak.  Visible damage from the heavier than usual snowfall was apparent with rockslides and trees either broken or flattened along the mountainside....the road had only been opened three weeks earlier.   We continued over the top and into the next valley on our way to Kaluze to view the fortresses built in the early 20th century by the Austro-Hungarian empire...an adjoining fortress in the mountains was quite impressive and required an acsent through a tunnel and mountain trail.  We continued on to a burial site of 600 Austro-Hungarian soldiers from World War I.  The history lesson continued when we visited the Koparid museum that detailed the events of battles surrounding the area from World War I.  When WWI started the Italians declared neutrality and then ten months later attacked the Austro-Hungarian empire from the west..the empire was already engaged in battle with the Russians in the east.  The Italians initially enjoyed success but soon the battle became a series of trenchs and fortifications along the mountain ranges that lasted until the final push by the Austro-Hungarian army in 1917, reinforced with elements of the German army and others.  The push repelled the Italians and actually pushed into Italy.  This success was short lived because the empire finally collapsed.  This area was again the site of fighting during WWII when the Germans occupied and numerous memorials are errected through the countryside remembering those partisans and civilians killed by the Nazi´s.  The museum was very detailed and has been recognized by the UN and did a fantastic job detailing the horrors of the war to end all wars.  Our journey continued through the countryside where the high jagged peaks of the Julian Alps gave way to smaller tree covered moutains the further towards the sea we went.  Darkness fell and we made it to the coast and my favorite seaside town of Piran.  We walked through the narrow alleys and side streets feeling the sea breeze and warmer temperatures.  After a quick drink in the resort town of Portorose the first day ended.  Day two brought new adventures and a visit to the Park Skocjanske Jame caverns.  This was absolutely wonderful walking through the cavern created by the underground river Reka which emerges 40km away in Italy.  Scenes throughout the cave could have been back drops for episodes of Star Trek and really looked unnatural to planet earth.  I learned that stalactites grew about 1 centimeter per hundred years and the guide pointed out one that was estimated to be 250,000 years old.  We set off for other natural wonders created by the water through the areas predominate limestone rock formations.  We stopped at the Predjamski Grad castle built into a cave.  We began to drive northwest towards home and found ourselves back in the mountains and traveling along roads without guardrails...which was a bit unnerving.  The views throughout this part of the journey reminded me of my time spent on duties in the Balkans and brought back memories of leading patrols though narrow mountain roads and trails.  Our journey ended after 700 kilometers and a home cooked meal.   The photos are of Mount Vrsic, the fortress in the mountains, the bridge across the river Reka in the cavern and lastly, Predjamski Grad.  Another day of adventure awaits...more from Bled, Slovenia.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23921137-114828564612502818?l=songwukong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songwukong.blogspot.com/feeds/114828564612502818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23921137&amp;postID=114828564612502818' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23921137/posts/default/114828564612502818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23921137/posts/default/114828564612502818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songwukong.blogspot.com/2006/05/slovenia-invigorates.html' title='Slovenia Invigorates!'/><author><name>Bryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05081653035417148219</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23921137.post-114796093651376450</id><published>2006-05-18T09:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-19T04:02:05.016-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Tour though Warsaw</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2492/2477/1600/IMG_0644.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2492/2477/320/IMG_0644.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2492/2477/1600/IMG_0671.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2492/2477/320/IMG_0671.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2492/2477/1600/IMG_0669.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2492/2477/320/IMG_0669.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2492/2477/1600/IMG_0667.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2492/2477/320/IMG_0667.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tour through Warsaw provided many details about the city and explainations of the many important monuments. First, the city has an official census of 2 million however, the tour guide believes unofficially the population is likely 4 million. It's divided into seven districts and has 16 parks which gives it the title of the greenest city in Poland. The tour began with a history lesson of the Jewish Ghetto created by the Nazi's during World War II. In 1940 the ghetto was created to isolate the Jews and Gypsies within a walled complex. In 1942 the concentration camp Treblinka about 100 kilometers from Warsaw was created to exterminate the Jews and others from Warsaw and Poland. In 1943 the Jews realized that their fate and launched an uprising that battled the Nazi's. The uprising was defeated by the Nazi's but this struggle is forever remembered with a monument to those who fought and died. It is said that the land is one foot higher on the grounds of the Jewish Ghetto because of the massive destruction wrought by the Nazi's and rebuilding over the debris. The movie, The Pianist is a story of the conditions in the ghetto during World War II. We saw the monument dedicated to the Polish uprising against the Nazi's in 1944 that has one particular piece showing a Polish soldier emerging from a sewer, this was because the Nazi's had surrounded the fighters in the old city and they used the sewers to escape. Interestingly, the monument errected by the son of the Polish King Sigismund III Vasa who moved the capitol from Krakow to Warsaw was only allowed after it showed the King holding a cross and is the only pseudo-non religious statue. Warsaw suffered 85 percent destruction during World War II and saw the old town reconstructed in the 1950's. A building with architecture totally uncharacteristic of the Stalinist era is the Palace of Culture and Science. The building was constructed by the Soviets for the people of Warsaw supposedly by Stalin as a place of culture and after the fall of communism there were calls for its destruction but that did not happen and the building stands as a reminder of those dark times. Today there were rehearsals for the upcoming visit by the Pope on the 25th of May. The Army, police, spectators and others were out in force during the preparations. The photos show the Palace of Culture and Science...a design I've not seen in Romania, Hungary, Slovakia, Czech Republic or Slovenia.  There are two photos of the memorial to the 1944 Polish uprising against the Nazi's...notice the soldier emerging from the sewer and finally a picture of the "non-religious" monument in Warsaw...even though the King had to hold a cross. I'm off to Ljubjlana, Slovenia tomorrow and will have a few days with Anze and his family. More from the picturesque Slovenia.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23921137-114796093651376450?l=songwukong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songwukong.blogspot.com/feeds/114796093651376450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23921137&amp;postID=114796093651376450' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23921137/posts/default/114796093651376450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23921137/posts/default/114796093651376450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songwukong.blogspot.com/2006/05/tour-though-warsaw.html' title='Tour though Warsaw'/><author><name>Bryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05081653035417148219</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23921137.post-114779654059633448</id><published>2006-05-16T12:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-16T12:25:39.266-04:00</updated><title type='text'>When a Bar is not always a Bar</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2492/2477/1600/Obraz%20001.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2492/2477/320/Obraz%20001.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2492/2477/1600/Obraz%20002.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2492/2477/320/Obraz%20002.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2492/2477/1600/Obraz%20003.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2492/2477/320/Obraz%20003.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to share a great gastronomy story with you. The guesthouse manager in Krakow informed me of the Bar down the street with the circular Coca-Cola sign and said it was a location to eat real authentic Polish cuisine at a cheap price. Later that afternoon I stopped in and was totally unprepared since the menu on the wall was totally in Polish and "Flo" behind the counter did not speak English. Thankfully, she lifted some lids and I finally settled on a pork cutlet and potatoes. The food was amazingly good and very cheap...about two dollars. To my great surprise, James, the guy next to me in the other room was leaving for Dublin in the morning and gave me his Polish language book. This book has a chapter dedicated to Polish cuisine..I was set now and continually returned to the "Bar" to sample some real down-home Polish cuisine. The guidebook informed me that a Bar is a restaurant that was subsidized by the communist state to provide cheap food (no alcohol sold) to citizens and after the wall fell some still survived. This particular one is called the Uni-Bar. It is modeled after what I would consider a cafeteria in America. I personally referred to it as Mel's Diner, thus "Flo" behind the counter each day when I came in and studied the guidebook and then made my selections. A very popular dish called Bigos made from sauerkraut, cabbage and whatever meat is laying around was highly recommended and said to be as Polish as one could get. Although I vowed never to eat sauerkraut since the forced feedings of my childhood...I relented and I'm glad I did. Todays ride on the train to Warsaw gave me a great view of the countryside and what a huge difference between Krakow and Warsaw. As I emerged from the train station to the outside street I was greeted by skyscrapers and much more hustle and bustle. I'm enjoying things so far and hope to find a day tour either tomorrow or the next day. I'm still looking for the Polish pottery, and now another Bar. The photos are of the ouside of the Uni-Bar, the menu and lastly, the inside decor, I was the first to arrive at opening this morning so the place would be empty...certainly no frills here. More from wonderous Warsaw later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23921137-114779654059633448?l=songwukong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songwukong.blogspot.com/feeds/114779654059633448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23921137&amp;postID=114779654059633448' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23921137/posts/default/114779654059633448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23921137/posts/default/114779654059633448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songwukong.blogspot.com/2006/05/when-bar-is-not-always-bar.html' title='When a Bar is not always a Bar'/><author><name>Bryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05081653035417148219</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23921137.post-114763345322122760</id><published>2006-05-14T14:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-14T15:09:13.413-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Auschwitz you never learned in school</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2492/2477/1600/Obraz%20003.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2492/2477/320/Obraz%20003.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2492/2477/1600/Obraz%20002.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2492/2477/320/Obraz%20002.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2492/2477/1600/Obraz%20001.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2492/2477/320/Obraz%20001.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello everyone, the day started rather ominously with dark overcast skies as if to assist in setting the sorrow for the trip to Auschwitz. I learned things today that aren't in the history books. For example, the town is actually called Oswiecim in Polish but when the Nazi's invaded they renamed it to Auschwitz and this is the name that the world knows. Auschwitz is actually a cluster of three main camps; Auschwitz I, Auschwitz II-Birkenau, Auschwitz III-Monowitz and 40 smaller labor camps. We toured both Auschwitz I and II. Auschwitz I was actually the location of a previous Polish military camp and was constructed with brick buildings that housed approximately 16,000 people. Auschwitz II-Birkenau was much larger and occupied about 400 acres and was constructed mostly of wooden building of which a majority were destroyed as the Nazi's retreated. This place housed up to 100,000 people. Auschwitz I initially started as a concentration camp in 1940 to house polish people relocated from their homes, Soviet Prisoners Of War (POW), Poles captured while trying to flee and join the Polish Army in exile in France and England and anyone else the Nazi's particularly didn't like. The camps existed from 1940-1945 until they were liberated by the advancing Soviet Army. The living conditions at the camps were deplorable, people packed into rooms without proper sanitation or nutrition. The prisoners were subjected to long working hours and savage beatings from the guards and in some cases they were just killed for amusement. The Jews didn't start to be exterminated at the camps until 1942. Auschwitz I had the now famous arch saying "Arbiet Macht Frei" which means "Work Shall Set You Free". The process after 1942 for the Jews, Gypsies, Homosexuals and anti-socials that were being brought by up to five trains per day from all points across Europe was to arrive at the loading docks and immediatly be separated. The women and children were separated from the men and the men were further separated into those who according to Nazi doctors were physically fit from those that were not. The women, children, disabled, weak or old were immediately marched to the gas chambers where they thought they were going to shower however, canisters of Zyclon B poison were dropped down into the chamber and after 20 minutes the bodies were removed and taken to the crematoriums. This process continued until late 1944 and it's estimated that 6 million Jews perished at the Auschwitz complex. Particularly moving as we toured the camp were the exhibits of hair, eye glasses, shoes, prosthetics and suit cases with names and addresses on them. It's an attempt to provide some metric to gauge the shear amount of people that processed through this place. In the beginning the Nazi's would photograph the prisoners and 40,000 photos were recovered after the war and provided evidence of the prisoners presence and subsequent death and helped to identify alot of the Poles and Hungarians who arrived at the camp during the early years. Staring into the eyes of those photos and wondering what thoughts must have transpired at that moment...did they know of their fate? Such names as Rudolph Hess and Josef Mengele are forever implanted in the history books as a result of Auschwitz. The tour came to a close with a walk-thru of Block 11 which was better known as the Death Block. This is where the execution wall was placed between buildings and cells were constructed as the last stop before trial by the Gustapo and so called justice from the barrel of a gun. After the war the Polish government designated Auschwitz I and II as protected sites and paved the way for what is seen today. In addition, after the fall of Communism many documents that the Soviet Army captured and took to Russia were returned to the Auschwitz reaserch society to aid in reconstructing events and determine who perished. Amazingly, in what we would consider modern times, similar acts of genocide still occur across the globe and attest to the evil that man can do. The photos include the arch, the execution wall and a photo of the fences used to contain the prisoners. Tomorrow is a day to finish up on sightseeing and at dinner tonight with the two couples from Minnesota I have learned of a Polish pottery shop near the square to investigate tomorrow. I'll be departing Krakow for Warsaw at 1200 on 16 May.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23921137-114763345322122760?l=songwukong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songwukong.blogspot.com/feeds/114763345322122760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23921137&amp;postID=114763345322122760' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23921137/posts/default/114763345322122760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23921137/posts/default/114763345322122760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songwukong.blogspot.com/2006/05/auschwitz-you-never-learned-in-school.html' title='Auschwitz you never learned in school'/><author><name>Bryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05081653035417148219</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23921137.post-114753946574296872</id><published>2006-05-13T12:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-13T12:57:45.753-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Krakow on the crack train</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2492/2477/1600/Obraz%20006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2492/2477/320/Obraz%20006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2492/2477/1600/Obraz%20005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2492/2477/320/Obraz%20005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2492/2477/1600/Obraz%20004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2492/2477/320/Obraz%20004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeez, what a trip today from Bratislavia to Krakow. Traveling in a foreign country can be full of excitement and dispair if you are not careful. I'm not a stranger to switching trains or having the train you ride in be split and married together with another to your destination. Anyway, those of us heading to Krakow had to switch trains and ensure we got into the last two cars on the new one. All of this isn't easily apparent considering English isn't the language of choice. Together with two middle aged couples from Minnesota and three college girls we figured this out and we all made it to Krakow safely. We'll likely all meet again tomorrow during the tour of Auschwitz. I settled into the guesthouse and set out to explore as usual. I walked through the square and saw Wawel Castle. Krakow is a breeze to explore because everything is compact into the old city center. There are more tourists here packed into the square then I've seen since beginning the adventure. Tomorrow is dedicated to the Auschwitz tour and the following day will be finishing up the museums, castle and cathedral. I'm keeping my eye out for the Polish pottery but I'm thinking that I'll devote my energies to that mission in Warsaw.  The pictures are the Wawel Castle, the old city center with a sound stage set up with music and lights and from what I can decipher of the language it appears to be something between Poland and Ukraine....likely a fellowship or friendship thing.  I would expect tomorrows post will be a bit somber as I describe Auschwitz.  See ya till then.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23921137-114753946574296872?l=songwukong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songwukong.blogspot.com/feeds/114753946574296872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23921137&amp;postID=114753946574296872' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23921137/posts/default/114753946574296872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23921137/posts/default/114753946574296872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songwukong.blogspot.com/2006/05/krakow-on-crack-train.html' title='Krakow on the crack train'/><author><name>Bryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05081653035417148219</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23921137.post-114744509267606007</id><published>2006-05-12T10:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-13T12:32:02.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Bratislavia or bust</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2492/2477/1600/Obraz%20003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2492/2477/320/Obraz%20003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2492/2477/1600/Obraz%20002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2492/2477/320/Obraz%20002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2492/2477/1600/Obraz%20001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2492/2477/320/Obraz%20001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arrival to Bratislavia was on time and the first thing noticeable is the small size of the train station compared to Bucharest and Budapest and is directly proportional to the size of the city...smaller and cozy. The City Hostel is very nice accomodation and I highly recommend for travellers. Today was spent climbing to the Bratislavia castle and viewing the National and Municipal museums. The climb through the streets got my blood pumping and the view was stunning. Great sight across the river Danube into Austria and over the city of Bratislavia. I trekked down the hill into the city center which was really beautiful. The streets are blocked and large areas and squares are pedestrian zones only, lined with shops and outdoor cafes. I spent some time moseying along the narrow streets and admiring the buildings which have obviously been restored and give the area a clean well kept look. I found the Slovak National Museum to be rather disppointing as I wandered among exhibits of minerals and insects held in place with stick-pins. I was hoping for more about the history during the World Wars and the struggle with Communism. The Municipal museum was a bit more interesting and dark so to speak as they have the basement on display with holding cells and torture chambers used during the middle ages with all the instruments to exact confessions or whatever else the government needed. The graphic illustrations said it all. I´ve decided to leave Bratislavia a day early for Krakow, Poland. I have seen everything I wanted and an extra day in Krakow will ensure I have time to tour Auschwitz and shop for Polish pottery...or at least learn about it and perhaps purchase in Warsaw. I will upload the pictures from today at a later time. My parting comment for Bratislavia is a great little city to roam and rest before tackling larger European cities. More from Krakow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23921137-114744509267606007?l=songwukong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songwukong.blogspot.com/feeds/114744509267606007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23921137&amp;postID=114744509267606007' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23921137/posts/default/114744509267606007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23921137/posts/default/114744509267606007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songwukong.blogspot.com/2006/05/bratislavia-or-bust.html' title='Bratislavia or bust'/><author><name>Bryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05081653035417148219</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23921137.post-114734047471950546</id><published>2006-05-11T04:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-11T05:41:14.743-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Fire and Water do mix well</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2492/2477/1600/Picture%20001.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2492/2477/320/Picture%20001.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2492/2477/1600/Picture%20003.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2492/2477/320/Picture%20003.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2492/2477/1600/Picture%20002.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2492/2477/320/Picture%20002.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2492/2477/1600/Picture%20004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2492/2477/320/Picture%20004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2492/2477/1600/Picture%20001.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a learning two hour tour I experienced in Budapest! I was like a student on the bus jotting notes as the tour guide was presenting facts and events throughout Budapest's history. I will try and keep this in somewhat a cronological order...First as the title implies, Buda and Pest are actually two different cities separated by the Danube River and were connected in 1873 with the chain bridge...more about that later. Pest actually means fire and this was significant because in the 'old days' fire and smoke from chimneys signified industry and wealth and was the economic side of Budapest. Buda means water and this is a pronunciation adapted through the years and languages and was the location of the royal court. It houses the castle complex. Do you remember back to music appreciation classes and the Kodaly system of do-rah-me-so-lah? This was developed here in Hungary...who would have thought. We toured Hero's square where there is an angel atop a column that is holding a golden crown that was from the Pope of the time and signified the country's beginning of Christianity. Budapest has the oldest zoo in Europe. Did you know that Hungarian's are actually not European but come from the Mongolian tribes...does Atilla the Hun mean anything to you? Anyway, in the 18-19th Centuries, 20 percent of a buildings construction costs had to be dedicated to the facade in order to make the buildings beautiful and architecturally pleasing to the eyes. Of course when the Communists took over this wasn't an issue since they had a 'cookie-cutter' version of building design. The most famous coffee house in Budapest was the New York coffee house until the 40 year reign of Communism when the name implied too much capitalism so it was changed to the Hungarian coffee house. We traveled up to the top of Gellert mountain where the citadel was built by Franz Josef. He built it to house or rather imprison those who advocated democracy or challenged his rule. The Nazi's used it for their headquarters and the finally the Communists used it as the headquarters of the military. It now is the location of a hotel, nightclub and restaurant. It offers wonderful views of both Buda and Pest. As I mentioned earlier, the chain bridge connected Buda and Pest in 1873 and an egotistical sculptor who designed the lions at each end claimed that if there was anything wrong with his work he would jump off the bridge into the Danube river. How fitting that he should omit tongues from the lions and as a result he had to jump and survived...oh well. The city suffered massive damage from the two world wars and as a result most of the oldest buildings have been rebuilt, this is especially relevant to the castle complex that has suffered from occupations and bombings. 65 percent of the 2 million inhabitants of Budapest live on the Pest side of the river. An interesting fact, the Parliament building took 19 years to construct and when finished the cost could have built an entire city with ALL infrastructure for 34,000 people...the guide never did mention the cost...a probable intentional omission. After the tour concluded I visited the Terror House which is the actual location that housed the Hungarian secret police. This is absolutely a must see for anyone visiting this great city. Let me tell you more...first, I was unable to take pictures so I'll do my best to describe. The museum told the story of both the Nazi occupation and atrocities committed by the Communist regime. The exhibits had lots of black and white video from the eras of the occupations and really set the atomosphere for a dark and macabre tour. 700,000 Hungarians were exiled to the Gulag in the USSR between the ages of 15-72 and 300,000 didn't return. From 1945-56 the Communist political police (PRO, AVO, GRO, KATPOL, AVH) retained, carried off to prison and murdered someone from every third Hungarian family. The tour guide had mentioned earlier that during communism there were people who reported on your activities...and she provided an example of a population of 10 million people would have about 1 million reporters...this was interesting because a room in the building was packed from ceiling to floor along an entire wall with binders and one could assume contained the secret files on the population or those considered enemies of the state. I could also imagine that this was just a small representation of the actual amount of binders containing information. There was also an exhibit showing the suffering members of the Catholic church in particular suffered during this time period and I couldn't help but wonder who had the most blood on their hands...the church throughout history or persecution at the hands of communism for forty years...but I digress. One particular moving experience is taking the elevator down to the basement and the torture chambers...the elevator moves down at an agonizingly slow pace while playing video clip interview with a gentlemen who was responsible for the cleanliness and maintenance of the execution chamber and his description of the process of hanging people. It was really moving and brillantly set the mood. The first thing I noticed about the basement besides the obvious cells was the musty-damp smell. I envisioned this was likely the final stop for many 'enemies' of the state, they would never again feel the sunshine against the face or smell the fragrances of flowers and trees in bloom.....their final memory would be the dampness of a concrete dungeon. As the tour concluded, it displayed hundreds of pictures of what it called 'victimizers' from the communist era...not a good place to have your mug shot. The final room showed footage of the Russian military leaving Hungary. My last experience of the day was a stroll down to Nagzcsarnok which is a large structure that houses vegetable and meat vendors down below and souvenir shops. The pictures uploaded are of the Hero's square, Chain Bridge (notice the lions), the castle complex on the Buda side and finally what I can only describe as a sphinx with tits. I don't believe those in Egypt have tits? There are two of these outside the opera house in Budapest. I depart today for Bratislavia, Slovakia on the train. The ride will be a fairly short four hours. See you till then.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23921137-114734047471950546?l=songwukong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songwukong.blogspot.com/feeds/114734047471950546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23921137&amp;postID=114734047471950546' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23921137/posts/default/114734047471950546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23921137/posts/default/114734047471950546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songwukong.blogspot.com/2006/05/fire-and-water-do-mix-well.html' title='Fire and Water do mix well'/><author><name>Bryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05081653035417148219</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23921137.post-114725193975137427</id><published>2006-05-10T04:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-10T05:05:39.833-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Buda and Pest a tale of two cities</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2492/2477/1600/Picture.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2492/2477/320/Picture.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2492/2477/1600/Picture%20003.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2492/2477/320/Picture%20003.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2492/2477/1600/Picture%20002.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2492/2477/320/Picture%20002.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arrival into Budapest was actually 14 hours since I had a one hour time change and the train was delayed one hour. Perhaps the two stops for border customs and immigration? Anyway, as we rolled along very early in the morning with the sun peaking above the horizon the fog cast an eerie but serene mood across the landscape. As time passed...I had awoke too early for my expected arrival, the fog dissipated and a great view of the countryside appeared. My initial reaction was positive, there was little trash along the railway, houses were magnificently maintained and everything was in a generally good state of repair. This was in constrast to Romania. I began my foot trek to the guesthouse and some of the city became familiar to me since my last visit five years ago. It is truly an easy city to navigate since the street signs are clearly marked and the maps are accurate. After check-in, I immediately set out to re-explore this wonderful city. I took photos of the Szt. Istvan Bazilika and moved towards the Parliament building. The parliament building is huge with interesting architecture. As I approached the building I noticed old Soviet tanks and trucks parked in the front...so old that they bore the markings CCCP. I figured a display was ongoing but I noticed there were flowers stuck into the tank gun tubes and there was filming equipment around the area with a lots of people milling around directing traffic, crowd control, etc. When I saw a bunch of men dressed in what I would consider the attire of the early 1900's then I made the giant leap and determined Yes, it was a movie or after school special..ha ha. Anyway, I kept moving and soaking up the sun, city and surroundings. My next stop was the Magyar Nemzeti Muzeum or the Hungarian National Museum...I found the exhibits from pre-World War I through present to be the most fascinating and it provided an unique perspective from the Hungarian point of view. Franz Josef the emperor and his brother Franz Ferdinand were all familiar names to me from military history and previous travels to Europe. I had visited the castle home of Ferdinand in Benesov, Czech Republic previously. And, you can remember that Ferdinands assassination was the spark of World War I. My only frustration was the limited translation of a huge majority of the exhibits on display. I cannot be too frustrated however, since we probably have limited translation of our exhibits at the Smithsonian, etc. So, I got the gist of most exhibits and moved along. I've signed up for a two hour English tour around the city today. Some folks are against organized tours however, I beg the differ, where else can you have a native person provide you all the history and significance of important objects and places? I truly enjoy the tours when provided. The rest of the day will be exploring items of interest from the tour and preparing myself to depart on Thursday for Bratislavia Slovakia. I'll have more information from that capitol city when I get there. I will depart Budapest at 2:30pm and arrive about four hours later to Bratislavia giving me ample sunlight to find the hostel, get settled and explore my surroundings. The pictures are of the Soviet tanks...notice the flowers in the gun tubes and the Parliament building. The picture of me is on the train and meant to show you I'm still in good health albeit I may have lost a pound or two from all the exercise and lack of good BBQ or Pad Thai :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23921137-114725193975137427?l=songwukong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songwukong.blogspot.com/feeds/114725193975137427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23921137&amp;postID=114725193975137427' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23921137/posts/default/114725193975137427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23921137/posts/default/114725193975137427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songwukong.blogspot.com/2006/05/buda-and-pest-tale-of-two-cities.html' title='Buda and Pest a tale of two cities'/><author><name>Bryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05081653035417148219</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23921137.post-114708063132042764</id><published>2006-05-08T04:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-08T05:32:57.180-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Black Sea here I come....and go</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2492/2477/1600/Picture%20001.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2492/2477/320/Picture%20001.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2492/2477/1600/Picture%20003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2492/2477/320/Picture%20003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2492/2477/1600/Picture%20002.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2492/2477/320/Picture%20002.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The train ride from Bucharest to Constanta was about four hours and passed through some very rural countryside of Romania. It was mostly agricultural fields with livestock grazing along the railroad tracks under the watchful eye of the owners. In addition, horses and donkeys are still used as work animals. I caught a cab to the hotel located on the beach in the resort area called Mamaia, an eight kilometer stretch of beach with the Black Sea on one side and a lake on the other. Mamaia means grandmother according to the cab driver and I remembered reading a story how the Turks kidnapped a woman from Romania and as they paddled away from shore towards Turkey the woman cried Mamaia repeatedly and her voice was carried by the sea breeze for all to hear...not sure of the end result though! Mamaia was nearly deserted..the high tourist season is July and August. The activity here was construction and preparation for the onslaught of tourists. I checked into the Best Western Savoy hotel and found I had the run of the place...it was operating at ten percent capacity. The weather wasn't quite warm enough to enter the water or play on the beach..not that I had any problem finding a place to plop down. I walked down the beach towards Constanta and noticed there are an enormous amount of mussel shells littered all over the beach from the water line to about ten feet into the beach. These would make it very difficult to walk since the shell fragments are sharp. The following day I explored Constanta and walked all along the seaside and bummed around the streets. The port is the main means of employment here and I counted fourteen ships anchored in the sea waiting for instructions to enter and down or upload cargo. This was a most relaxing two days since there was barely anyone to interact with, I was the only person in the restaurant whenever I had a meal. I am really curious about the dog population and Constanta was no different, they were everywhere. I departed Constanta on Monday at 6:38am for the return trip to Bucharest. This time I had the view from the other side of the train. The weather was overcast and the coolest day since my arrival in Romania. We passed over what I determined to be the Danube river according to my map. The river had flooded and there was standing water above its traditional banks. It was a topic of interest to passengers of the train. I will have lunch in Bucharest and kill some time until the train departs at 6:30pm for Budapest, Hungary. The ride is twelve hours and I purchased a couchette (bed) so I can sleep the time away. I hope that I get some interesting bunk mates since I'm in a four person car. My parting comments about Romania....I find the country to be enjoyable to visit and relatively cheap. The transportation system is functional and safe. I found myself able to exist without much trouble only speaking English. Most young people are taught English in school and those affiliated with tourism (hotels, transport) understand the need to speak it and they do. With Romania part of the European Union and NATO I expect the country will be modernizing and determining its role in Europe. A mental note...don't use concrete as the major construction material for structures since it doesn't age gracefully and becomes a real eye-sore years later. See you next from Budapest.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23921137-114708063132042764?l=songwukong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songwukong.blogspot.com/feeds/114708063132042764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23921137&amp;postID=114708063132042764' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23921137/posts/default/114708063132042764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23921137/posts/default/114708063132042764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songwukong.blogspot.com/2006/05/black-sea-here-i-comeand-go.html' title='Black Sea here I come....and go'/><author><name>Bryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05081653035417148219</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23921137.post-114684544898237645</id><published>2006-05-05T11:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-05T12:13:43.300-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Solo in Bucharest</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2492/2477/1600/Picture.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2492/2477/320/Picture.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Today I was alone and decided to roam around the city in some familiar territory. I viewed the Opera House and made my way to the subway and ended up in University square where I tried to order tea and got some coffee instead. Even though I said the correct word "chai" it didn't work and I decided not to fuss over it since I would only cause more problems. Anyway I strolled down the streets with my coffee and took a picture of the count-down clock in front of the Military Headquarters. This clock displays the days, hours, minutes and seconds remaining until the compulsory military service requirement is abolished. It is now at 175 days. I visited the History Museum and saw a lot of funeral stones from the 2nd-4th century and stone carvings that told the story of a Roman General and his battles around the Romanian territory. Lastly, there we displays of unearthed gold and gem encrusted jewelry and other objects from noble and royal families. The final exhibits were from the royal family of Romania and this ties into a information that Razvan provided yesterday. The royal family was exiled when the communists came to power...a fate better than the czar's family...anyway, they hung out in Switzerland and when the revolution came and went the President forbid the royal family to return to Romania. The President finally relented and allowed the royal family to return and provided them a residence but they are considered common people and have no power or influence in the administration of the government. I finally got my rail pass validated after much negotiation...they still left the dates blank so I had to fill them in even though that is a no-no.  I even stumbled across a protest over abandoned animals..especially dogs.  This has to be a real problem considering the amount of stray dogs I've encountered since exploring Bucharest.  Tomorrow morning I'll be off to the Black Sea so you may not see me for a day or so.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23921137-114684544898237645?l=songwukong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songwukong.blogspot.com/feeds/114684544898237645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23921137&amp;postID=114684544898237645' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23921137/posts/default/114684544898237645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23921137/posts/default/114684544898237645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songwukong.blogspot.com/2006/05/solo-in-bucharest.html' title='Solo in Bucharest'/><author><name>Bryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05081653035417148219</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23921137.post-114679385555801986</id><published>2006-05-04T21:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-04T21:50:55.570-04:00</updated><title type='text'>No Stone Unturned in Bucharest</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2492/2477/1600/Picture%20002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2492/2477/320/Picture%20002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2492/2477/1600/Picture%20001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2492/2477/320/Picture%20001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I say no stone unturned in Bucharest because I met with my guide yesterday who toured me around the city by foot and provided many stories which allowed me to gain the feeling of the city. He knew my desire to view the Parliament building and that was our first stop. This was built under the tenure of the Communist dictator Nicolae Chouchescu (don't quote the spelling) who had grandiose visions of Romania. So big were his visions that the ground which the building was built was forceably removed from the citizens living there who had the choice of moving or occupying space at a labor camp. The building was not necessarily admired by the populace during the construction which lasted six years until 1989 when he was executed during the revolution. The tour guide claimed that the construction has 10 percent left and now houses the Senate and Council of Deputies for the Romanian Government. There are over 1000 offices in the building and is the third largest structure in the world by area (including the grounds), with the NASA space center in Florida being number one and the Myan ruins in Mexico number two. And as I provided earlier the second largest in the world behind the Pentagon when accounting for space of the building only. The building was constructed with materials from the country of Romania only including marble, crystal, woods and fabric for the rugs and drapes. One of the carpets in a very large room weighed over four tons. If one of the drapes fell upon you it would likely kill you from the weight. After leaving the Parliament building Razvan showed me where the President and Prime Minister's offices were, Victoria Square, Revolution Square and University Square. The revolution square was particularly interesting as he showed me where the Communist leader was addressing a large crowd of citizens unhappy with the government in 1989 and described how the people rushed the building and the leader escaped via helicopter on top of the building only to be caught days later, tried in court and executed. The city has purposely left the scars of bullets upon neighboring buildings as a reminder and prominately displays the names of those killed that day by the Army (there were many names). We also visited the Village Museum where the government dismantled houses unique to the different regions of Romania and placed them in one area for display.  Some have actually been recreated since a fire destroyed a great many structures years ago which also explains the firemen and monitors constantly on patrol around the area.  The day concluded with dinner at a Romanian restaurant where I tried a dish unique to Romania (don't remember the name) that has the same consistency of grits except yellow in color and shaped into a pancake with a 'sunny-side-up' egg placed on top and an enormous amount of grated cheese spread over everything. I had to remove a majority of the cheese in order to prevent later gastric difficulties! My last full day in Bucharest is Friday where I'll 'bum' around the city and try to fix my rail pass drama. I will depart Bucharest on Saturday morning for the Black Sea port town of Constanta and ultimately stay in Mamaia..a popular resort area. I believe I'm too early in the year for the vacation crowd but we'll see. Rather humorous...I found a magazine in the hotel called Expat Life published by an Englishman. In one of his rather caustic, blunt and likely designed to be humorous he describes the creation of America. I include a couple paragraphs for your amusement..."...Now this was the true era of England's greatness. The world was ruled by a fine body of brilliant men, great philanthropists, humanitarians, forward thinkers. No finer example of this can be shown than decision to invent America. Now, America had often been discovered before, but it had always been hushed up. It was just the big Island over there that nobody wanted. Unfortunately, however, the English were having problems with some fanatical, right-wing, pre-TV (that's television not transvestitism- there were plenty of the latter) evangelists. As the whole world knows, you can't wipe out religious fanaticism, no matter how many bombs you drop, people you kill, torture, you employ or cartoons you draw, all that you succeed in doing is fanning the flames. ...The British Government, decided to launch a great experiment in social engineering. All the religious whack-jobs were rounded up, put in three ships and exiled to the big island over there that nobody wanted. They finally got the opportunity to practice what they preached and build a brave new world- and look what a balls-up they made of it." Anyway, there are many other note worthy paragraphs about Australia among other things that I'll share in future posts. See ya.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23921137-114679385555801986?l=songwukong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songwukong.blogspot.com/feeds/114679385555801986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23921137&amp;postID=114679385555801986' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23921137/posts/default/114679385555801986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23921137/posts/default/114679385555801986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songwukong.blogspot.com/2006/05/no-stone-unturned-in-bucharest.html' title='No Stone Unturned in Bucharest'/><author><name>Bryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05081653035417148219</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23921137.post-114670768217309901</id><published>2006-05-03T21:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-03T22:18:24.250-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Views of Bucharest</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2492/2477/1600/Picture.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2492/2477/320/Picture.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arrival to the Bucharest airport was uneventful and if there was any doubt in my mind about being back in Europe the wisp of cigarette smoke in the public airport removed it. The process through the airport was extremely quick and immigration merely asked how long my stay would be. The cab company arranged for my transport to the hotel and so far English was getting me by. The drive was exciting as the streets were in repair and three lanes of traffic just sort of fought back and forth for space along the 16km to the city center. If there ever was a Eastern European look...Bucharest has it. Large, grey concrete buildings ARE Bucharest. We passed along what I would dub "embassy or consulate row" and I even saw the American flag. My reservations were waiting for me at the Carpati Hotel and I checked into my small room. I don't need more than a bed and shower for my stay. I decided to stay awake for the remainder of the day and explore the city. I found a bookstore and bought a map and then made my way to the train station to validate my Eurail Romania pass and make my reservation to the Black Sea port town of Constanta on Saturday. The rail attendants assured me that I didn't need to validate the rail pass and of course I know better since I've used them twice previous and the directions clearly state the procedures. No amount of my "urging" would prompt them to validate my rail pass...I will try again on Thursday and if that fails, well, the train ride should prove interesting as I'll likely be fined..ugh! I stopped for dinner at Mama Mia's and tried the most bland pasta I have tasted. Since I was "filling my belly", it really didn't matter. I was asleep by 8:30pm and awoke this morning at 2:00am. I took a warm shower down the hall since my room doesn't have a bathroom or shower and decided to document my travels this morning at the same Internet Cafe that is clogged with cigarette smoke...actually everything around here has the smell of cigarettes. Since sitting here at 4:30am I've already been proposition for sex by a young lady...actually two young ladies. Today will be more exploring with a trip to the Parliament building...this is the second largest building in the world behind the Pentagon. Lastly, parking here is absolutely crazy...it makes DC look very civilized. The cars are all over the sidewalks and any other space available...in addition, public urination is popular here. OK, OK, my last comment...dogs are rampent around here, not just with owners but unleased and just hanging around. They haven't been aggressive but there is dog shit on the sidewalks so you have to watch your step.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23921137-114670768217309901?l=songwukong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songwukong.blogspot.com/feeds/114670768217309901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23921137&amp;postID=114670768217309901' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23921137/posts/default/114670768217309901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23921137/posts/default/114670768217309901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songwukong.blogspot.com/2006/05/views-of-bucharest.html' title='Views of Bucharest'/><author><name>Bryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05081653035417148219</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23921137.post-114665363072506615</id><published>2006-05-03T06:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-03T06:53:50.736-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I've Arrived in Romania</title><content type='html'>It's now 3 May 06 at 1:50pm Romanian time, I've checked into the hotel and need to find a map and another bank machine.  I'd love to elaborate more however, the chain smoking guy next to me at the Internet Cafe is killing me slowly...so I'll be back!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23921137-114665363072506615?l=songwukong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songwukong.blogspot.com/feeds/114665363072506615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23921137&amp;postID=114665363072506615' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23921137/posts/default/114665363072506615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23921137/posts/default/114665363072506615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songwukong.blogspot.com/2006/05/ive-arrived-in-romania.html' title='I&apos;ve Arrived in Romania'/><author><name>Bryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05081653035417148219</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23921137.post-114592847573607487</id><published>2006-04-24T21:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-24T21:27:55.746-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Stimulating Many Senses</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2492/2477/1600/IMG_0419.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2492/2477/320/IMG_0419.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was off to Epcot today for my last day of vacation. I rode the Spaceship Earth, the new attraction Soarin and Mission Space. I realized something entirely new with respect to stimulating human senses during attractions...the sense of smell! During Spaceship Earth the smell of smoke was used while passing the destruction of the Roman empire exhibit. More interesting was the use of fragrance during the Soarin ride (hang-gliding) where the smells of evergreen were used when the ride passed over evergreen trees and the smell of orange when we passed over orange groves.  I finished up the visit by visiting the World Showcase that profiled the countries of Mexico, Norway, China, Germany, Italy, Japan, Morocco, France, United Kingdom and Canada. At each profiled country there people from that country here on special year long Visa's sponsored by Disney.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23921137-114592847573607487?l=songwukong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songwukong.blogspot.com/feeds/114592847573607487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23921137&amp;postID=114592847573607487' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23921137/posts/default/114592847573607487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23921137/posts/default/114592847573607487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songwukong.blogspot.com/2006/04/stimulating-many-senses.html' title='Stimulating Many Senses'/><author><name>Bryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05081653035417148219</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23921137.post-114592676162445021</id><published>2006-04-24T20:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-24T20:59:21.636-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Inner Animal</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2492/2477/1600/IMG_0363.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2492/2477/320/IMG_0363.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Sunday Disney's Animal Kingdom was the theme park of choice. The kids rode Expedition Everest-Legend of the Forbidden Mountain without me since my head was still spinning from a previous ride.  I got coaxed onto the Kali River Rapids and as you can see from the picture we all got wet.  The water was actually welcomed since the temperatures again were in the high 80's. Our afternoon climaxed with the Kilimanjaro Safari tour through the African savannah where animals unique to the African continent roam freely.  With an innocence only a child can demonstrate my niece leaned over and whispered in my ear "were those animals real?".  I was faced with the dilemma of telling the truth and introducing my niece to the world of reality that she'd need in her life or stretch the truth and let the magic continue to live in her mind.  (You see, there was one fake baby elephant at the end of the ride).  What would you do?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23921137-114592676162445021?l=songwukong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songwukong.blogspot.com/feeds/114592676162445021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23921137&amp;postID=114592676162445021' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23921137/posts/default/114592676162445021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23921137/posts/default/114592676162445021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songwukong.blogspot.com/2006/04/inner-animal_114592676162445021.html' title='The Inner Animal'/><author><name>Bryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05081653035417148219</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23921137.post-114567035976735097</id><published>2006-04-21T21:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-21T21:45:59.776-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Disney World Escape</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2492/2477/1600/IMG_0331.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2492/2477/320/IMG_0331.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today the weather was very hot...near 90 degrees. The theme park was crowded with sunscreen, water and of course cash being the key ingredients for an enjoyable time. There are ten members of my family soaking up the sun and experiencing the effects of centrifugal force. I'll try to gather everyone for a group photo while we're here.  Thanks to Splash Mountain and the shooting water I was finally cooled down.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23921137-114567035976735097?l=songwukong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songwukong.blogspot.com/feeds/114567035976735097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23921137&amp;postID=114567035976735097' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23921137/posts/default/114567035976735097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23921137/posts/default/114567035976735097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songwukong.blogspot.com/2006/04/disney-world-escape.html' title='Disney World Escape'/><author><name>Bryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05081653035417148219</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23921137.post-114493353025878190</id><published>2006-04-13T08:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-13T09:05:30.270-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Swedish Genealogy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2492/2477/1600/Swedish%20Genealogy%20026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2492/2477/320/Swedish%20Genealogy%20026.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In preparaton for my trip to Sweden I hired a company to research my family history. The price is very reasonable and they provide you a packet of information if there are records to research. My great Grandmother had very good records kept both in the family and in the county where her family grew up through the generations. We have entries dating 1797 and we're in the process of researching further.  I highly recommend this company if you have relatives in Sweden and are curious about your blood lines.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23921137-114493353025878190?l=songwukong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songwukong.blogspot.com/feeds/114493353025878190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23921137&amp;postID=114493353025878190' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23921137/posts/default/114493353025878190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23921137/posts/default/114493353025878190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songwukong.blogspot.com/2006/04/swedish-genealogy.html' title='Swedish Genealogy'/><author><name>Bryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05081653035417148219</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23921137.post-114306169207627955</id><published>2006-03-22T16:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-22T16:08:12.090-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What is a Song Wu Kong?</title><content type='html'>I first learned of Song Wu Kong while traveling in Singapore.  My guide David described the feats and stories of the monkey God while we toured temples in the city.  David actually used the name Song O Gong however, after research I've adopted the name Song Wu Kong.  I've adopted this monkey as my travel partner as I was born in the year of the monkey according to the Chinese calendar.  Song Wu Kong remains attached to my backpack and has more stamps in his passport than most.  Now you know the rest of the story.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23921137-114306169207627955?l=songwukong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songwukong.blogspot.com/feeds/114306169207627955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23921137&amp;postID=114306169207627955' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23921137/posts/default/114306169207627955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23921137/posts/default/114306169207627955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songwukong.blogspot.com/2006/03/what-is-song-wu-kong.html' title='What is a Song Wu Kong?'/><author><name>Bryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05081653035417148219</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23921137.post-114217553395416591</id><published>2006-03-12T09:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-12T22:15:26.850-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Planning for European adventure III</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2492/2477/1600/Tripmapjpg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2492/2477/320/Tripmapjpg.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2492/2477/1600/Slide1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This map shows the planned stops along my European adventure. The itinerary is not chiseled in stone and has room for variations along the way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23921137-114217553395416591?l=songwukong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songwukong.blogspot.com/feeds/114217553395416591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23921137&amp;postID=114217553395416591' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23921137/posts/default/114217553395416591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23921137/posts/default/114217553395416591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songwukong.blogspot.com/2006/03/planning-for-european-adventure-iii.html' title='Planning for European adventure III'/><author><name>Bryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05081653035417148219</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23921137.post-114217437915865827</id><published>2006-03-12T09:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-13T09:19:50.533-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2492/2477/1600/IMG_0261.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2492/2477/320/IMG_0261.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/164/10138/640/DSCN0605.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preparing to explore old San Juan in Puerto Rico! 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