<?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-29625838</id><updated>2011-08-04T10:15:14.327-07:00</updated><category term='Denali'/><category term='Ninilchik'/><category term='sea lion'/><category term='Museum of Glass'/><category term='glacier'/><category term='Homer'/><category term='Portage'/><category term='Kenai Fjords'/><category term='Richardson Highway'/><category term='Tucson'/><category term='pipeline'/><category term='whale'/><category term='Winner Creek'/><category term='Alaska'/><title type='text'>Traveling with Sue &amp; Mike</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://travelingwithsueandmike.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29625838/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://travelingwithsueandmike.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Sue &amp;amp; Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05453542659402678857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://veseth.8bit-micro.com/suemike.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>72</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29625838.post-930068589659410141</id><published>2011-07-02T16:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-02T16:06:00.744-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Home Again</title><content type='html'>After three weeks of travel, we are home again. The flight home was long — Innsbruck to Frankfurt to Las Vegas to Seattle — but because we were flying in daylight, it was quite beautiful. We flew over the Shetland Islands and Faroe Islands, but it was too hazy for good photos. Greenland, however, was much clearer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pJcwrNjGD2g/Tg4FTaklhqI/AAAAAAAAB3k/ZZjjewN74WY/s1600/Ice4.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pJcwrNjGD2g/Tg4FTaklhqI/AAAAAAAAB3k/ZZjjewN74WY/s320/Ice4.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Hjwz2DDGc5g/Tg4FUpVh_EI/AAAAAAAAB3o/hum9nrXOFoA/s1600/Ice1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Hjwz2DDGc5g/Tg4FUpVh_EI/AAAAAAAAB3o/hum9nrXOFoA/s320/Ice1.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jD9g0CR1wMY/Tg4FVfShyXI/AAAAAAAAB3s/bDg1Z9sEjXk/s1600/Ice2.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jD9g0CR1wMY/Tg4FVfShyXI/AAAAAAAAB3s/bDg1Z9sEjXk/s320/Ice2.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1zgjVpxjcm4/Tg4FWf_rlBI/AAAAAAAAB3w/LHYhCliSIC0/s1600/Ice3.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1zgjVpxjcm4/Tg4FWf_rlBI/AAAAAAAAB3w/LHYhCliSIC0/s320/Ice3.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flying into Las Vegas also was quite beautiful but we were too tired to take pictures.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29625838-930068589659410141?l=travelingwithsueandmike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://travelingwithsueandmike.blogspot.com/feeds/930068589659410141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://travelingwithsueandmike.blogspot.com/2011/07/home-again.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29625838/posts/default/930068589659410141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29625838/posts/default/930068589659410141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://travelingwithsueandmike.blogspot.com/2011/07/home-again.html' title='Home Again'/><author><name>Sue V</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06396517609752173502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zQxWnrzwnsQ/TjrTl_5WdQI/AAAAAAAAB4c/lH21LpZTkvc/s220/Sue-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pJcwrNjGD2g/Tg4FTaklhqI/AAAAAAAAB3k/ZZjjewN74WY/s72-c/Ice4.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29625838.post-5206403877995381793</id><published>2011-07-01T09:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-01T09:41:39.697-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dining in Innsbruck</title><content type='html'>We were fortunate to land in Innsbruck at the end of white asparagus season. We had cream of white asparagus soup (yes, that is a schmeer of cream on top).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-s2_X4ox3Rxc/Tgyac1CAi8I/AAAAAAAAB2Q/q8lmfYcb_jc/s1600/Asparagus+soup.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="236" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-s2_X4ox3Rxc/Tgyac1CAi8I/AAAAAAAAB2Q/q8lmfYcb_jc/s320/Asparagus+soup.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And white asparagus with brown butter sauce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8BW5H-nzrdY/Tgyao91TA4I/AAAAAAAAB2Y/-r2bi45y00M/s1600/White+asparagus.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="199" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8BW5H-nzrdY/Tgyao91TA4I/AAAAAAAAB2Y/-r2bi45y00M/s320/White+asparagus.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They were for sale in the market. Note that the green asparagus cost more than the white.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4vLN_s8g5GY/TgyanyAYBQI/AAAAAAAAB2U/X-jyc5D_0B0/s1600/Asparagus.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4vLN_s8g5GY/TgyanyAYBQI/AAAAAAAAB2U/X-jyc5D_0B0/s320/Asparagus.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also in the market, beautiful currants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lyF7Mo0VclQ/Tg3xvqp8rEI/AAAAAAAAB3g/fh1AzdITjQQ/s1600/Currants.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="315" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lyF7Mo0VclQ/Tg3xvqp8rEI/AAAAAAAAB3g/fh1AzdITjQQ/s320/Currants.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ice cream, of course. One shop, &lt;a href="http://www.amorino.com/en/shops/page-shop/Innsbruck"&gt;Amorino,&lt;/a&gt; presents its cones as a flower. In this case, a chocolate and Speculos (a spice cookie). Amorino has 20 flavors; you can have as many as you want on a cone. Not inexpensive, but very good ice cream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fKLsXxjGd3Q/Tgyb2FvSx8I/AAAAAAAAB2c/LIsAAKsOKY0/s1600/Ice+cream.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="318" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fKLsXxjGd3Q/Tgyb2FvSx8I/AAAAAAAAB2c/LIsAAKsOKY0/s320/Ice+cream.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It wouldn't be Austria without a good bread store. Not sure how good the bread is, but you have to love a shop with a pretzel-shaped door handle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0emBqNfmbgQ/TgychO5uHDI/AAAAAAAAB2g/rohlNnfeie0/s1600/Bakery.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0emBqNfmbgQ/TgychO5uHDI/AAAAAAAAB2g/rohlNnfeie0/s320/Bakery.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29625838-5206403877995381793?l=travelingwithsueandmike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://travelingwithsueandmike.blogspot.com/feeds/5206403877995381793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://travelingwithsueandmike.blogspot.com/2011/07/dining-in-innsbruck.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29625838/posts/default/5206403877995381793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29625838/posts/default/5206403877995381793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://travelingwithsueandmike.blogspot.com/2011/07/dining-in-innsbruck.html' title='Dining in Innsbruck'/><author><name>Sue V</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06396517609752173502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zQxWnrzwnsQ/TjrTl_5WdQI/AAAAAAAAB4c/lH21LpZTkvc/s220/Sue-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-s2_X4ox3Rxc/Tgyac1CAi8I/AAAAAAAAB2Q/q8lmfYcb_jc/s72-c/Asparagus+soup.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29625838.post-5131642993106796211</id><published>2011-06-30T08:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-30T08:39:00.756-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Innsbruck</title><content type='html'>We finished our Italian tour in Austria because of flight schedules. We're glad we had the opportunity to visit Innsbruck. It's a beautiful city.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-t4tNSIeG6aE/TgyVUZjAdjI/AAAAAAAAB2A/VY2C_Szw2gQ/s1600/Innsbruck2.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="258" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-t4tNSIeG6aE/TgyVUZjAdjI/AAAAAAAAB2A/VY2C_Szw2gQ/s320/Innsbruck2.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fN8m1npiz8U/TgyVVIDerbI/AAAAAAAAB2E/O413_pBzlIo/s1600/Innsbruck3.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fN8m1npiz8U/TgyVVIDerbI/AAAAAAAAB2E/O413_pBzlIo/s320/Innsbruck3.JPG" width="211" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8KU-tyK9h8g/TgyVWI9v9_I/AAAAAAAAB2I/XCmSxBOOxpI/s1600/Innsbruck4.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8KU-tyK9h8g/TgyVWI9v9_I/AAAAAAAAB2I/XCmSxBOOxpI/s320/Innsbruck4.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As part of our visit, we took the Hungerburgbahn from Innsbruck up a mountain.We traveled from Innsbruck (elevation 1,837 feet) to Hungerburg (elevation 2,680 feet), but not to the absolute top at elevation 7,402 feet. As you can imagine, the views are astonishing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BJ04Ew4alZc/TgyVXC7G7cI/AAAAAAAAB2M/Mh6VOx5fgzg/s1600/Innsbruck5.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BJ04Ew4alZc/TgyVXC7G7cI/AAAAAAAAB2M/Mh6VOx5fgzg/s320/Innsbruck5.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;So were the stations, designed by architect Zaha Hadid. Quite a contrast to the architecture in Old Town Innsbruck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CDifIu1T3Es/TgyVTXxx_cI/AAAAAAAAB18/y7lz_8lghfk/s1600/Tram+station.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CDifIu1T3Es/TgyVTXxx_cI/AAAAAAAAB18/y7lz_8lghfk/s320/Tram+station.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next post will be about the food we enjoyed in Innsbruck. White asparagus, anyone?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29625838-5131642993106796211?l=travelingwithsueandmike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://travelingwithsueandmike.blogspot.com/feeds/5131642993106796211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://travelingwithsueandmike.blogspot.com/2011/06/innsbruck.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29625838/posts/default/5131642993106796211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29625838/posts/default/5131642993106796211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://travelingwithsueandmike.blogspot.com/2011/06/innsbruck.html' title='Innsbruck'/><author><name>Sue V</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06396517609752173502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zQxWnrzwnsQ/TjrTl_5WdQI/AAAAAAAAB4c/lH21LpZTkvc/s220/Sue-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-t4tNSIeG6aE/TgyVUZjAdjI/AAAAAAAAB2A/VY2C_Szw2gQ/s72-c/Innsbruck2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29625838.post-5178401947827569143</id><published>2011-06-27T04:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-27T04:38:24.419-07:00</updated><title type='text'>High Above Bolzano</title><content type='html'>While our husbands attended and gave presentations at the meeting of wine economists, Hinda and I decided to visit Renon/Ritten, a mountain and resort area above Bolzano. Getting there involves a cable car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oLkkG8oPinY/Tggj6joy4kI/AAAAAAAAB1k/6mGdOHb4WvE/s1600/Cable+car.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="245" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oLkkG8oPinY/Tggj6joy4kI/AAAAAAAAB1k/6mGdOHb4WvE/s320/Cable+car.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Facts about the cable car: It was built in 2007, replacing older versions. It is 4,541 meters (2.8 miles) long. It travels at 7 meters (22 feet) per second, and takes 12 minutes to go from bottom to top or top to bottom. It travels 951 meters (3,120 feet) in altitude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once at the cable car stop at Soprabolzano/Oberbozen, we took a small train to Collalbo/Klobenstein. We then walked to the Pyramids, rock formations formed by erosion. We were not alone. Many, many walkers and hikers were traipsing throughout the area, which has 350 kilometers (217 miles) of marked trails.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fla59EhEuWQ/Tgglf0TfJ0I/AAAAAAAAB1o/6Cd9D6c25SM/s1600/Pyramids.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fla59EhEuWQ/Tgglf0TfJ0I/AAAAAAAAB1o/6Cd9D6c25SM/s320/Pyramids.JPG" width="268" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were surrounded by fabulous scenery. Even the views from the cable car of Bolzano and surrounding orchards and vineyards was stunning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--Llx1KDy-mo/TggmswgvrUI/AAAAAAAAB1w/S21MqN1HRQ4/s1600/Mountain.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--Llx1KDy-mo/TggmswgvrUI/AAAAAAAAB1w/S21MqN1HRQ4/s320/Mountain.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1uzUXV5yayE/Tggm3jnzz4I/AAAAAAAAB10/7Ker6oAD4UU/s1600/Valley2.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1uzUXV5yayE/Tggm3jnzz4I/AAAAAAAAB10/7Ker6oAD4UU/s320/Valley2.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KOJVJy5TBXE/TggmiXQgiwI/AAAAAAAAB1s/SBpz5BROCfo/s1600/Village.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KOJVJy5TBXE/TggmiXQgiwI/AAAAAAAAB1s/SBpz5BROCfo/s320/Village.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nsFNGalwR30/TggoWG3iaBI/AAAAAAAAB14/BV4TgJIKv5I/s1600/Bolzano.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nsFNGalwR30/TggoWG3iaBI/AAAAAAAAB14/BV4TgJIKv5I/s320/Bolzano.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ended our Renon trip with lunch of homemade spinach ravioli. Our beverage was &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Aperol" target="_blank"&gt;Aperol,&lt;/a&gt; a vivid orange aperitif that is surprisingly refreshing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29625838-5178401947827569143?l=travelingwithsueandmike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://travelingwithsueandmike.blogspot.com/feeds/5178401947827569143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://travelingwithsueandmike.blogspot.com/2011/06/high-above-bolzano.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29625838/posts/default/5178401947827569143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29625838/posts/default/5178401947827569143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://travelingwithsueandmike.blogspot.com/2011/06/high-above-bolzano.html' title='High Above Bolzano'/><author><name>Sue V</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06396517609752173502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zQxWnrzwnsQ/TjrTl_5WdQI/AAAAAAAAB4c/lH21LpZTkvc/s220/Sue-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oLkkG8oPinY/Tggj6joy4kI/AAAAAAAAB1k/6mGdOHb4WvE/s72-c/Cable+car.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29625838.post-6231286827866686688</id><published>2011-06-26T06:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-26T06:53:23.022-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Trauttmansdorff Garden</title><content type='html'>We are in Bolzano for the American Association of Wine Economists meeting. Wine economists like to drink wine, especially in beautiful locations, which is what led the group to the gardens of &lt;a href="http://www.trauttmansdorff.it/" target="_blank"&gt;Trauttmansdorff Castle.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hI9cC1tc0tw/Tgc2vnhzjHI/AAAAAAAAB1Y/xZMWFygdHx4/s1600/Flowers2.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hI9cC1tc0tw/Tgc2vnhzjHI/AAAAAAAAB1Y/xZMWFygdHx4/s320/Flowers2.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VZBRdDxpd6I/Tgc4JwI76ZI/AAAAAAAAB1g/muRQtitW9EI/s1600/Scenery2.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VZBRdDxpd6I/Tgc4JwI76ZI/AAAAAAAAB1g/muRQtitW9EI/s320/Scenery2.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In addition to the terrific flowers , trees, water features, cactus garden, and views of the mountains, the garden also features a vineyard, where you can clearly see the pergola system of growing grapes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pYZiZkoFPGg/Tgc2jPW36PI/AAAAAAAAB1U/A256u-O0k1k/s1600/Pergola1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pYZiZkoFPGg/Tgc2jPW36PI/AAAAAAAAB1U/A256u-O0k1k/s320/Pergola1.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The menu for the evening:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Appetizers: asparagus wine soup, cheese and vegetables on a skewer, tomato and mozzarella on a skewer&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Vegetable lasagna&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Chanterelle and rosemary risotto&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Steak with Parmesan shavings, salad, potato pancakes&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Panna cotta with fresh strawberries&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Local wines, of course (Sauvignon Blanc and Cabernet Sauvignon) plus locally produced apple juice.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29625838-6231286827866686688?l=travelingwithsueandmike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://travelingwithsueandmike.blogspot.com/feeds/6231286827866686688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://travelingwithsueandmike.blogspot.com/2011/06/trauttmansdorff-garden.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29625838/posts/default/6231286827866686688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29625838/posts/default/6231286827866686688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://travelingwithsueandmike.blogspot.com/2011/06/trauttmansdorff-garden.html' title='Trauttmansdorff Garden'/><author><name>Sue V</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06396517609752173502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zQxWnrzwnsQ/TjrTl_5WdQI/AAAAAAAAB4c/lH21LpZTkvc/s220/Sue-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hI9cC1tc0tw/Tgc2vnhzjHI/AAAAAAAAB1Y/xZMWFygdHx4/s72-c/Flowers2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29625838.post-2840987297982508825</id><published>2011-06-24T23:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-24T23:13:48.164-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wine</title><content type='html'>Did we mention that this is a wine research trip? So, let's research!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We stopped at Valle Isarco in Chiusa/Klausen for a visit with Peter Baumgartner, the president of the Valle Isarco cooperative. We tasted through the top level of white wines. A cooperative is a non-profit. The members (about 140 of them for Valle Isarco) all bring their grapes to the cooperative to be turned into wine. The growers generally have small plantings, from less than a hectare (a hectare is about 2.5 acres) to several hectares.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our favorites were the Riesling, Sylvaner, Gewurztraminer, and Kerner. Then Peter let us taste a Sylvaner and a Riesling from the vineyards around the Sabiona monastery in Chiusa. Amazing! Then he let us taste the Passita, a dessert wine, sweet but not at all cloying. A fabulous range of wines that, alas, are not easily available in the United States.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TWYZTu3pQxM/TgSU4msDiHI/AAAAAAAAB1I/hnwYRv9IRTM/s1600/Valle+Isarco+wines.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="231" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TWYZTu3pQxM/TgSU4msDiHI/AAAAAAAAB1I/hnwYRv9IRTM/s320/Valle+Isarco+wines.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Bolzano we visited Kellerei Kaltern, also a cooperative, a short walk from the city center. While Valle Isarco focuses on whites, Kellerei Kaltern is about red wines. We especially liked the Lagrein, another local grape. Here, also, we tasted a Passita, and, again, sweet but not syrup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uLpGJsMh2Zc/TgSZQ8970pI/AAAAAAAAB1M/TJhz6KS9_xU/s1600/Kellerei+Kaltern2.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="203" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uLpGJsMh2Zc/TgSZQ8970pI/AAAAAAAAB1M/TJhz6KS9_xU/s320/Kellerei+Kaltern2.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Research is hard work.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29625838-2840987297982508825?l=travelingwithsueandmike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://travelingwithsueandmike.blogspot.com/feeds/2840987297982508825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://travelingwithsueandmike.blogspot.com/2011/06/wine.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29625838/posts/default/2840987297982508825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29625838/posts/default/2840987297982508825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://travelingwithsueandmike.blogspot.com/2011/06/wine.html' title='Wine'/><author><name>Sue V</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06396517609752173502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zQxWnrzwnsQ/TjrTl_5WdQI/AAAAAAAAB4c/lH21LpZTkvc/s220/Sue-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TWYZTu3pQxM/TgSU4msDiHI/AAAAAAAAB1I/hnwYRv9IRTM/s72-c/Valle+Isarco+wines.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29625838.post-3326477053905552022</id><published>2011-06-24T00:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-24T00:18:33.089-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Villandro or Villanders</title><content type='html'>After Asti we drove, in our rented Fiat Panda, to an area called Alto Adige if you speak Italian and Südtirol if you speak German. The area used to be part of Austria; after World War I, it became part of Italy. It is now a semi-autonomous region. Everything has two names, one Italian and one German. Every city, every town, every street, every named building.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We spent one night in the small town of Villandro/Villanders, in the hills above Chiusa/Klausen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tWF1IM6pYWw/TgMAwLjJd5I/AAAAAAAAB00/EqQKU52Erv0/s1600/Villandro+view2.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="294" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tWF1IM6pYWw/TgMAwLjJd5I/AAAAAAAAB00/EqQKU52Erv0/s320/Villandro+view2.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HCFrGh4hnVg/TgMAyDsEFmI/AAAAAAAAB04/EEDut7EjdbQ/s1600/Villandro+church+detail.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="173" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HCFrGh4hnVg/TgMAyDsEFmI/AAAAAAAAB04/EEDut7EjdbQ/s320/Villandro+church+detail.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3fNj7fXeBZ8/TgMA3RkjT8I/AAAAAAAAB08/ozWxZMzSkYo/s1600/Villandro+graveyard.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3fNj7fXeBZ8/TgMA3RkjT8I/AAAAAAAAB08/ozWxZMzSkYo/s320/Villandro+graveyard.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jCXSlSJdqdM/TgMBA1Yh6BI/AAAAAAAAB1E/KL8BUxA2zIo/s1600/Villandro+view.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="232" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jCXSlSJdqdM/TgMBA1Yh6BI/AAAAAAAAB1E/KL8BUxA2zIo/s320/Villandro+view.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you ready for another menu? The set-meal at the inn where we stayed included:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;A melon foam (spremuta) with culatello (local prosciutto)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Lasagnette with fresh vegetables and pesto&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Roast lamb, green beans with speck, celeriac puree, and bok choy&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Millefoglie with raspberries and blueberries, yogurt cream, and house-made apple sorbet&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A selection of local cheeses with dark honey and very intense mustard jam&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;The wine was a local Praepi Situs 2010 Kerner. Kerner is a nice white wine that only shows up in a few places, including this area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In case you are wondering, our drive from Asti to Alto Adige took about five hours. The autostrada tolls amounted to about $40. Gasoline costs about $8 a gallon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29625838-3326477053905552022?l=travelingwithsueandmike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://travelingwithsueandmike.blogspot.com/feeds/3326477053905552022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://travelingwithsueandmike.blogspot.com/2011/06/villandro-or-villanders.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29625838/posts/default/3326477053905552022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29625838/posts/default/3326477053905552022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://travelingwithsueandmike.blogspot.com/2011/06/villandro-or-villanders.html' title='Villandro or Villanders'/><author><name>Sue V</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06396517609752173502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zQxWnrzwnsQ/TjrTl_5WdQI/AAAAAAAAB4c/lH21LpZTkvc/s220/Sue-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tWF1IM6pYWw/TgMAwLjJd5I/AAAAAAAAB00/EqQKU52Erv0/s72-c/Villandro+view2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29625838.post-6531289374042875233</id><published>2011-06-23T01:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-23T01:54:37.294-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Moncalvo</title><content type='html'>We spent our Sunday at a local festival in the small town of Moncalvo in the hills north of Asti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oq5oo6_bbuM/TgL7kvd3fhI/AAAAAAAAB0c/5VpMD8K3uJ8/s1600/Moncalvo+view.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="139" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oq5oo6_bbuM/TgL7kvd3fhI/AAAAAAAAB0c/5VpMD8K3uJ8/s320/Moncalvo+view.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vgRxH4H-aY4/TgL7h7cZJ2I/AAAAAAAAB0Y/QH_oIGngk48/s1600/Moncalvo+street.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vgRxH4H-aY4/TgL7h7cZJ2I/AAAAAAAAB0Y/QH_oIGngk48/s320/Moncalvo+street.JPG" width="154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, after our drive, search for parking, and climb up the hill to the main piazza, we needed a morning pick-me-up. We paid about $8 for our drinks; the munchies are included. Perfectly civilized. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-h9LxvhL0c8I/TgL7fbnV3kI/AAAAAAAAB0U/sBwtdshQLwI/s1600/Moncalvo+morning+snack.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="216" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-h9LxvhL0c8I/TgL7fbnV3kI/AAAAAAAAB0U/sBwtdshQLwI/s320/Moncalvo+morning+snack.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The festival included local crafts and 14 food vendors representing local communities. The entertainment included majorettes and flag choreography. Very entertaining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ouk3IGP1eLE/TgL8gJKdUVI/AAAAAAAAB0g/7IRY2L45CJk/s1600/Moncalvo+flags.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ouk3IGP1eLE/TgL8gJKdUVI/AAAAAAAAB0g/7IRY2L45CJk/s320/Moncalvo+flags.JPG" width="319" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xcXUGZxyrU0/TgL8j24KakI/AAAAAAAAB0k/S94FHetL-pI/s1600/Moncalvo+majorettes.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="182" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xcXUGZxyrU0/TgL8j24KakI/AAAAAAAAB0k/S94FHetL-pI/s320/Moncalvo+majorettes.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Excellent food, as you would expect to find at a local food festival. For example, risotto made with Barolo wine and fried zucchini flowers:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lDOJnP6PXU4/TgL9kRFZXBI/AAAAAAAAB0w/TOZfMv5_z5M/s1600/Risotto+di+Barolo.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lDOJnP6PXU4/TgL9kRFZXBI/AAAAAAAAB0w/TOZfMv5_z5M/s320/Risotto+di+Barolo.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RG0Li6RHqMA/TgL9f2qr0ZI/AAAAAAAAB0s/Z2wilaCNc2s/s1600/Moncalvo+zucchini.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="224" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RG0Li6RHqMA/TgL9f2qr0ZI/AAAAAAAAB0s/Z2wilaCNc2s/s320/Moncalvo+zucchini.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mike found a local wine, Ruché di Castagnole Monferrato, to be quite good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-plB-fhSs-_I/TgL9bgnq8EI/AAAAAAAAB0o/HJFYi0nA0S0/s1600/Moncalvo+Mike+%2526+vino.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-plB-fhSs-_I/TgL9bgnq8EI/AAAAAAAAB0o/HJFYi0nA0S0/s200/Moncalvo+Mike+%2526+vino.JPG" width="181" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29625838-6531289374042875233?l=travelingwithsueandmike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://travelingwithsueandmike.blogspot.com/feeds/6531289374042875233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://travelingwithsueandmike.blogspot.com/2011/06/moncalvo.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29625838/posts/default/6531289374042875233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29625838/posts/default/6531289374042875233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://travelingwithsueandmike.blogspot.com/2011/06/moncalvo.html' title='Moncalvo'/><author><name>Sue V</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06396517609752173502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zQxWnrzwnsQ/TjrTl_5WdQI/AAAAAAAAB4c/lH21LpZTkvc/s220/Sue-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oq5oo6_bbuM/TgL7kvd3fhI/AAAAAAAAB0c/5VpMD8K3uJ8/s72-c/Moncalvo+view.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29625838.post-8700178288409583057</id><published>2011-06-18T09:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-18T09:22:49.406-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Asti</title><content type='html'>We are spending a few days in Asti at an &lt;i&gt;agriturismo&lt;/i&gt; that includes a bed-and-breakfast, winery, distillery, and farm. &lt;a href="http://www.agriturismoilmilin.it/piedmont/index.htm" target="_blank"&gt;Il Milin&lt;/a&gt; is only a few miles from the city of Asti, but feels very far away in the countryside, surrounded by vineyards. Three brothers and the son of one of the brothers (Enrico) operate the Rovero winery and distillery. Enrico's wife, Michela, operates the bed-and-breakfast. All lovely people who show the best of Asti and their varied operations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PPd023SiM3s/Tfy58lo0m5I/AAAAAAAABzw/sw4Ii0mwqFM/s1600/Milin+vineyards.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PPd023SiM3s/Tfy58lo0m5I/AAAAAAAABzw/sw4Ii0mwqFM/s320/Milin+vineyards.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rooms are large and comfortable. There's also a washing machine (much needed after 10 days of sink washing) and a ready supply of tea and coffee. And breakfast, fabulous breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-l7B3skZJ6k0/Tfy5IKLlc1I/AAAAAAAABzs/FPgd65hjOH0/s1600/Milin+breakfast.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="184" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-l7B3skZJ6k0/Tfy5IKLlc1I/AAAAAAAABzs/FPgd65hjOH0/s320/Milin+breakfast.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Periodically, Il Milin and the family's Rovero winery offer a dinner featuring the family's wines and food. Michela's mother-in-law is the chef. Each course was fabulous. A favorite was the zucchini and basil flan with Parmesan cream sauce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-L_5LxuUWe8w/Tfy7RfzIHkI/AAAAAAAABz0/okiAIhMhCPA/s1600/Milin+flan.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="210" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-L_5LxuUWe8w/Tfy7RfzIHkI/AAAAAAAABz0/okiAIhMhCPA/s320/Milin+flan.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you want to know what we ate, of course:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Two types of typical Piemontese salami crudo &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Small puffed pastries stuffed with local cheese &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Fried zucchini flowers &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Soft herbed cheese &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Salad of shredded chicken and radicchio in balsamic dressing &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Zucchini and basil flan in an intensely rich Parmesan cream &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Torta di fagiolini (green beans) &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Tagliolini (thin, flat pasta) with peas and zucchini &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Veal and roasted potatoes in a Barbera sauce &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Panna cotta, bonet (chocolate panna cotta), and hazalnut cake&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;And the wines that complemented the meal so beautifully: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Rovero Baptista (Riesling Italico) &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Rovero Villa Drago (Sauvignon Blanc) &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Rovero "La Casalina" (Grignolino D'Asti) &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Rovero Spanase' (Barbera D'Asti) &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Rovero Nebbiaia (Nebbiolo Monferrato) &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Rovero "Gustin" (Barbera D'Asti Superiore) &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Rovero Rouve (Barbera D'Asti Superiore aged in French oak) &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Rovero Brachetto (frizzante red dessert wine) &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Rovero Calasaya (fortified Barbera D'Asti) &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Rovero Ampolo Reserva 1998 (grappa made from Barbera) &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Rovero Brandy (aged in barrel for 10 years)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Then there are the donkeys, who often greet visitors. There are four donkeys, including five-day-old Gino. Gino is named for a neighbor. When Gino the neighbor died, his widow asked that the next donkey be named Gino. Gino is extremely cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-A8M_B3hgcI0/Tfy788Q6oBI/AAAAAAAABz4/wiV7vDQEjik/s1600/Milin+Gino.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-A8M_B3hgcI0/Tfy788Q6oBI/AAAAAAAABz4/wiV7vDQEjik/s320/Milin+Gino.JPG" width="284" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29625838-8700178288409583057?l=travelingwithsueandmike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://travelingwithsueandmike.blogspot.com/feeds/8700178288409583057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://travelingwithsueandmike.blogspot.com/2011/06/asti.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29625838/posts/default/8700178288409583057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29625838/posts/default/8700178288409583057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://travelingwithsueandmike.blogspot.com/2011/06/asti.html' title='Asti'/><author><name>Sue V</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06396517609752173502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zQxWnrzwnsQ/TjrTl_5WdQI/AAAAAAAAB4c/lH21LpZTkvc/s220/Sue-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PPd023SiM3s/Tfy58lo0m5I/AAAAAAAABzw/sw4Ii0mwqFM/s72-c/Milin+vineyards.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29625838.post-390246911617962567</id><published>2011-06-16T23:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-16T23:35:23.673-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bicerin</title><content type='html'>Torino is known for its &lt;i&gt;bicerin,&lt;/i&gt; a coffee, chocolate, and cream concoction. So, of course, we had to do research on it. It is pronounced &lt;i&gt;bee-sher-EEN, &lt;/i&gt;in case you want to order one at Starbucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Bicerin&lt;/i&gt; at Caffè San Carlo, for example, is more on the coffee side, with whipped cream and chocolate syrup on top. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AJM9UhNn5d4/TfoA5xNTX5I/AAAAAAAABzY/RDkmmyEdG5w/s1600/Bicerin.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AJM9UhNn5d4/TfoA5xNTX5I/AAAAAAAABzY/RDkmmyEdG5w/s320/Bicerin.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coffee always tastes better under a chandelier, don't you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YhUoTzAn5zc/TfoAgsv0ScI/AAAAAAAABzU/5AaZsBRSeic/s1600/Caffe+San+Carlo.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YhUoTzAn5zc/TfoAgsv0ScI/AAAAAAAABzU/5AaZsBRSeic/s320/Caffe+San+Carlo.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also tried &lt;i&gt;bicerin&lt;/i&gt; at the original, Caffè Al Bicerin. This one was more chocolate than coffee with cream floating on top.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--OIOxoNam7c/TfoCMPKJjAI/AAAAAAAABzc/tSE7mTYIIMQ/s1600/Bicherin+at+Bicherin.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--OIOxoNam7c/TfoCMPKJjAI/AAAAAAAABzc/tSE7mTYIIMQ/s320/Bicherin+at+Bicherin.JPG" width="288" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hQ3T-GoouuQ/TfoCliXEGDI/AAAAAAAABzg/kVHdM4sqI_w/s1600/Bicherin+sign.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="154" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hQ3T-GoouuQ/TfoCliXEGDI/AAAAAAAABzg/kVHdM4sqI_w/s200/Bicherin+sign.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another treat from Piemonte is&lt;i&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.academiabarilla.com/italian-recipes/step-step-recipes/typical-sweet-from-piedmont.aspx" target="_blank"&gt;bonet,&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/i&gt;(pronounced &lt;i&gt;bow-NAY&lt;/i&gt;), a panna cotta-like dessert with chocolate and amaretti cookies.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29625838-390246911617962567?l=travelingwithsueandmike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://travelingwithsueandmike.blogspot.com/feeds/390246911617962567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://travelingwithsueandmike.blogspot.com/2011/06/bicerin.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29625838/posts/default/390246911617962567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29625838/posts/default/390246911617962567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://travelingwithsueandmike.blogspot.com/2011/06/bicerin.html' title='Bicerin'/><author><name>Sue V</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06396517609752173502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zQxWnrzwnsQ/TjrTl_5WdQI/AAAAAAAAB4c/lH21LpZTkvc/s220/Sue-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AJM9UhNn5d4/TfoA5xNTX5I/AAAAAAAABzY/RDkmmyEdG5w/s72-c/Bicerin.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29625838.post-8598446780925714970</id><published>2011-06-16T00:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-16T00:28:13.519-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Eating in Torino</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Torino has a lot to offer to the hungry traveler. Everything shown here is made with local, seasonal ingredients.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-83ZJOngnoW8/TfjqqgbkxqI/AAAAAAAABy0/-i__5tT2ntU/s1600/Crudo+and+mozz.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-83ZJOngnoW8/TfjqqgbkxqI/AAAAAAAABy0/-i__5tT2ntU/s200/Crudo+and+mozz.JPG" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Prosciutto and mozzarella di bufala&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iKs-h-1Y1HM/Tfjq19mltQI/AAAAAAAABy4/ZSsButEgzF8/s1600/Agnolotti.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="166" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iKs-h-1Y1HM/Tfjq19mltQI/AAAAAAAABy4/ZSsButEgzF8/s200/Agnolotti.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Agnolotti with meat stuffing, butter, sage&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bUgoX4_SA54/TfjrBvgeCWI/AAAAAAAABy8/kc-u5Io3i-o/s1600/Asparagus.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="172" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bUgoX4_SA54/TfjrBvgeCWI/AAAAAAAABy8/kc-u5Io3i-o/s200/Asparagus.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Asparagus with Parmesan cheese and lots of butter&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Z0S1y6AGyFg/TfjsHPGF81I/AAAAAAAABzA/usjjZPargZg/s1600/Pork+knuckle.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="178" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Z0S1y6AGyFg/TfjsHPGF81I/AAAAAAAABzA/usjjZPargZg/s200/Pork+knuckle.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Pork shank with roasted potatoes&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--_-oFAkq5lI/TfjsSxTXjWI/AAAAAAAABzE/4Bs7-2IeCM4/s1600/Gelato.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="119" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--_-oFAkq5lI/TfjsSxTXjWI/AAAAAAAABzE/4Bs7-2IeCM4/s200/Gelato.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Gelato&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gPvSffEGkXs/TfjsgWjsUYI/AAAAAAAABzI/eUcj-3vzf70/s1600/Nut+pie.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gPvSffEGkXs/TfjsgWjsUYI/AAAAAAAABzI/eUcj-3vzf70/s200/Nut+pie.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nut pie&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3-H-zQZnZbY/TfjttVe8c0I/AAAAAAAABzQ/RoWkomjRWDc/s1600/Rabbit.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="198" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3-H-zQZnZbY/TfjttVe8c0I/AAAAAAAABzQ/RoWkomjRWDc/s200/Rabbit.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Rabbit braised in Arneis wine&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dldHjcC5cxQ/TfjtkMA22sI/AAAAAAAABzM/ym2RQ2SzjnU/s1600/Zucchini+flowers.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dldHjcC5cxQ/TfjtkMA22sI/AAAAAAAABzM/ym2RQ2SzjnU/s200/Zucchini+flowers.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Zucchini flowers stuffed with cheese and mint&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29625838-8598446780925714970?l=travelingwithsueandmike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://travelingwithsueandmike.blogspot.com/feeds/8598446780925714970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://travelingwithsueandmike.blogspot.com/2011/06/eating-in-torino.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29625838/posts/default/8598446780925714970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29625838/posts/default/8598446780925714970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://travelingwithsueandmike.blogspot.com/2011/06/eating-in-torino.html' title='Eating in Torino'/><author><name>Sue V</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06396517609752173502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zQxWnrzwnsQ/TjrTl_5WdQI/AAAAAAAAB4c/lH21LpZTkvc/s220/Sue-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-83ZJOngnoW8/TfjqqgbkxqI/AAAAAAAABy0/-i__5tT2ntU/s72-c/Crudo+and+mozz.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29625838.post-9020040728213933972</id><published>2011-06-15T07:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-15T07:06:16.993-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Touring Turin</title><content type='html'>Turin (that is, Torino) is new for us. It is a beautiful city, with wide streets and porticos to protect from sun and rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YTPuXBDTCQ4/Tfi1it36dqI/AAAAAAAAByY/7KRG62ZmAa4/s1600/Torino+city.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YTPuXBDTCQ4/Tfi1it36dqI/AAAAAAAAByY/7KRG62ZmAa4/s320/Torino+city.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Zg86Dz3SWjQ/Tfi2IgR0wcI/AAAAAAAAByc/B3WtKMZ0-Sg/s1600/Palazzo+Square.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="203" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Zg86Dz3SWjQ/Tfi2IgR0wcI/AAAAAAAAByc/B3WtKMZ0-Sg/s320/Palazzo+Square.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pCBXSw0AXa0/Tfi2vGVedsI/AAAAAAAAByg/bM-4rQzmB_k/s1600/Portico.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="257" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pCBXSw0AXa0/Tfi2vGVedsI/AAAAAAAAByg/bM-4rQzmB_k/s320/Portico.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We visited the museum of the Palazzo Madama for some of our favorite types of exhibits, specifically, lace, ceramics, and glass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1K_WPbSqVxE/Tfi4rU6lmrI/AAAAAAAAByk/vczOxLQEBJ8/s1600/Lace.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1K_WPbSqVxE/Tfi4rU6lmrI/AAAAAAAAByk/vczOxLQEBJ8/s320/Lace.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JjjYAjaEnuE/Tfi5fm-ZkVI/AAAAAAAAByo/OlaBJUQ1QWc/s1600/Ceramics.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JjjYAjaEnuE/Tfi5fm-ZkVI/AAAAAAAAByo/OlaBJUQ1QWc/s320/Ceramics.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-maf5ncQ2Cow/Tfi5-95Qo-I/AAAAAAAABys/aWPVe6fsVww/s1600/Glass.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="177" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-maf5ncQ2Cow/Tfi5-95Qo-I/AAAAAAAABys/aWPVe6fsVww/s320/Glass.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are staying at a small, modest, one-star hotel in a four-star location, Piazza San Carlo. The piazza at night looks like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-I0NMR9khH5Y/Tfi7vd3QzaI/AAAAAAAAByw/e_WLF6N869I/s1600/San+Carlo+Night.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="192" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-I0NMR9khH5Y/Tfi7vd3QzaI/AAAAAAAAByw/e_WLF6N869I/s320/San+Carlo+Night.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next post will be about the food of Torino. Hope you are hungry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29625838-9020040728213933972?l=travelingwithsueandmike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://travelingwithsueandmike.blogspot.com/feeds/9020040728213933972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://travelingwithsueandmike.blogspot.com/2011/06/touring-turin.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29625838/posts/default/9020040728213933972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29625838/posts/default/9020040728213933972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://travelingwithsueandmike.blogspot.com/2011/06/touring-turin.html' title='Touring Turin'/><author><name>Sue V</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06396517609752173502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zQxWnrzwnsQ/TjrTl_5WdQI/AAAAAAAAB4c/lH21LpZTkvc/s220/Sue-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YTPuXBDTCQ4/Tfi1it36dqI/AAAAAAAAByY/7KRG62ZmAa4/s72-c/Torino+city.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29625838.post-1246714250116525731</id><published>2011-06-14T06:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-14T06:44:55.187-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Visit with Friends</title><content type='html'>When we lived in Bologna for five months in 1997, we became friends with a young man named Valerio and his parents, Daniela and Franco. Valerio now works in nearby Ferrara, and we met him, his parents, and family friend Giliola for a Ferrarese dinner. Our conversation, in Italian and English more or less, covered family updates and news of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dinner, for you foodies, included &lt;i&gt;cappelacci di zucca, &lt;/i&gt;pasta stuffed with squash and (some say) shaped like a Capuchin monk's hood, hence the name. You can have them with sugo, balsamic vinegar, or butter and sage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Sugo,&lt;/i&gt; another Ferrara specialty. It is pork sausage cooked in a pig's bladder. Not sure what they do it it but it ends up very, very rich, with a texture like meatloaf. Some of our party had sugo with potatoes (the potatoes cut the richness); the rest of us had a beautiful &lt;i&gt;branzino,&lt;/i&gt; a European sea bass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, no photos, but you can do your own Google search.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After dinner, we went to &lt;a href="http://www.danielaferri.it/" target="_blank"&gt;Daniela's art studio,&lt;/a&gt; where she teaches and works.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Yo_zqGMetEI/TfdjVebPeeI/AAAAAAAAByI/jHECTnxZtto/s1600/Daniela2.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="246" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Yo_zqGMetEI/TfdjVebPeeI/AAAAAAAAByI/jHECTnxZtto/s320/Daniela2.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SzsTWTdLM98/TfdjkzRXi8I/AAAAAAAAByM/wEMK5bzRO6Q/s1600/Daniela1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SzsTWTdLM98/TfdjkzRXi8I/AAAAAAAAByM/wEMK5bzRO6Q/s320/Daniela1.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Sunday, we walked through the antique market around Santo Stefano, a church made up of seven smaller churches from various times. Many treasures and "treasures" for sale, including postcards from Seattle and Bend, if you look closely in the center.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LNZNHwtZahg/Tfdkg7dayuI/AAAAAAAAByQ/HGXTRP6hzeA/s1600/Antiques+S+Stefano.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LNZNHwtZahg/Tfdkg7dayuI/AAAAAAAAByQ/HGXTRP6hzeA/s320/Antiques+S+Stefano.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yZa4ARlkZzA/TfdktQy-IBI/AAAAAAAAByU/YzjFjS5XOTQ/s1600/Postcards.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="210" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yZa4ARlkZzA/TfdktQy-IBI/AAAAAAAAByU/YzjFjS5XOTQ/s320/Postcards.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29625838-1246714250116525731?l=travelingwithsueandmike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://travelingwithsueandmike.blogspot.com/feeds/1246714250116525731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://travelingwithsueandmike.blogspot.com/2011/06/visit-with-friends.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29625838/posts/default/1246714250116525731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29625838/posts/default/1246714250116525731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://travelingwithsueandmike.blogspot.com/2011/06/visit-with-friends.html' title='Visit with Friends'/><author><name>Sue V</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06396517609752173502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zQxWnrzwnsQ/TjrTl_5WdQI/AAAAAAAAB4c/lH21LpZTkvc/s220/Sue-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Yo_zqGMetEI/TfdjVebPeeI/AAAAAAAAByI/jHECTnxZtto/s72-c/Daniela2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29625838.post-4449876702838572173</id><published>2011-06-11T07:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-11T07:15:15.898-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Few Plates</title><content type='html'>Most people know that Bologna is famous for its food. See for yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Tris,&lt;/i&gt; or three pastas on a plate. In this case the pastas are tagliatelle with ragú, tortellini in cream sauce, and tortoloni in fresh tomato sauce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-b4ff2s4c4RY/TfN1Usyo5iI/AAAAAAAABx8/PeEVldvVPmk/s1600/Tris+.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-b4ff2s4c4RY/TfN1Usyo5iI/AAAAAAAABx8/PeEVldvVPmk/s320/Tris+.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lasagna bolognese, the classic with spinach pasta, ragú, and bechamel sauce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OWslYZ-LW_U/TfN1kW8OugI/AAAAAAAAByA/Mh4We4YBKGk/s1600/Lasagna.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OWslYZ-LW_U/TfN1kW8OugI/AAAAAAAAByA/Mh4We4YBKGk/s320/Lasagna.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A selection of meat and cheese from &lt;a href="http://www.tamburini.com/"&gt;Tamburini, &lt;/a&gt;with a dollop of aged balsamic vinegar, enjoyed with Pignoletto Frizzante, the perfect local wine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OhDCqI0xns0/TfN1y8xdErI/AAAAAAAAByE/SM9TjbU6Qzo/s1600/Meats.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="293" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OhDCqI0xns0/TfN1y8xdErI/AAAAAAAAByE/SM9TjbU6Qzo/s320/Meats.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29625838-4449876702838572173?l=travelingwithsueandmike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://travelingwithsueandmike.blogspot.com/feeds/4449876702838572173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://travelingwithsueandmike.blogspot.com/2011/06/few-plates.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29625838/posts/default/4449876702838572173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29625838/posts/default/4449876702838572173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://travelingwithsueandmike.blogspot.com/2011/06/few-plates.html' title='A Few Plates'/><author><name>Sue V</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06396517609752173502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zQxWnrzwnsQ/TjrTl_5WdQI/AAAAAAAAB4c/lH21LpZTkvc/s220/Sue-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-b4ff2s4c4RY/TfN1Usyo5iI/AAAAAAAABx8/PeEVldvVPmk/s72-c/Tris+.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29625838.post-3025896401944222785</id><published>2011-06-09T07:33:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-09T07:43:15.162-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Glass</title><content type='html'>As members of Tacoma's Museum of Glass, we have learned a little about glass over the years. We visited one of our favorite museums in Bologna, Davia Bargellini, and found glass. This is Venetian glass from the 1500s, 1600s, and 1900s. I have seen some of the same elements in glass by contemporary masters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-loPBagZhhO8/TfDafoKPRAI/AAAAAAAABx0/Etb5h8Zsv3g/s1600/Glass2.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-loPBagZhhO8/TfDafoKPRAI/AAAAAAAABx0/Etb5h8Zsv3g/s320/Glass2.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-t_ZSDv0mz58/TfDathiCxlI/AAAAAAAABx4/kIVfoM0Cs10/s1600/Glass1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="174" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-t_ZSDv0mz58/TfDathiCxlI/AAAAAAAABx4/kIVfoM0Cs10/s320/Glass1.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will not be surprised that Sue went yarn shopping. Details on her &lt;a href="http://suevknits.blogspot.com/"&gt;knitting blog.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We will not bore you with the details of the wonderful Bologna cuisine. Let's just say it is excellent. And Italians really know their ice cream.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29625838-3025896401944222785?l=travelingwithsueandmike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://travelingwithsueandmike.blogspot.com/feeds/3025896401944222785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://travelingwithsueandmike.blogspot.com/2011/06/glass.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29625838/posts/default/3025896401944222785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29625838/posts/default/3025896401944222785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://travelingwithsueandmike.blogspot.com/2011/06/glass.html' title='Glass'/><author><name>Sue V</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06396517609752173502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zQxWnrzwnsQ/TjrTl_5WdQI/AAAAAAAAB4c/lH21LpZTkvc/s220/Sue-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-loPBagZhhO8/TfDafoKPRAI/AAAAAAAABx0/Etb5h8Zsv3g/s72-c/Glass2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29625838.post-2193392320416077460</id><published>2011-06-08T09:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-08T09:35:45.362-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back in Bologna</title><content type='html'>After 24 hours of travel we are back in Bologna. We have rented a tiny apartment, about the size of our cabin, in an excellent location. Tiny? This is our kitchen, the whole kitchen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rxT3OLQfthc/Te-iUBoWNDI/AAAAAAAABxU/6E03tX4jjZg/s1600/Kitchen.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rxT3OLQfthc/Te-iUBoWNDI/AAAAAAAABxU/6E03tX4jjZg/s320/Kitchen.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first thing to do in Bologna is to walk through the market. Even if you are not buying, it is fun to look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FPkn2h17jIM/Te-jQOG408I/AAAAAAAABxY/Lm4_gvbXV-4/s1600/Simoni.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="170" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FPkn2h17jIM/Te-jQOG408I/AAAAAAAABxY/Lm4_gvbXV-4/s200/Simoni.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yTa3Xc6PA3c/Te-jcV64swI/AAAAAAAABxc/qJ852-xjOhU/s1600/Tomatoes.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="168" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yTa3Xc6PA3c/Te-jcV64swI/AAAAAAAABxc/qJ852-xjOhU/s200/Tomatoes.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EX8h70o3yMU/Te-jpeGZauI/AAAAAAAABxg/rH545r6lcAs/s1600/Artichokes.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="191" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EX8h70o3yMU/Te-jpeGZauI/AAAAAAAABxg/rH545r6lcAs/s200/Artichokes.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GHDU2rhPiMk/Te-j2-ZT_hI/AAAAAAAABxk/eubdsGgyU7o/s1600/Eggplant.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GHDU2rhPiMk/Te-j2-ZT_hI/AAAAAAAABxk/eubdsGgyU7o/s200/Eggplant.JPG" width="145" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, we are eating well in Bologna. The spinach, mozzarella, and ricotta pizza at lunch was especially tasty, as was the pizza with fresh porcini mushrooms last night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29625838-2193392320416077460?l=travelingwithsueandmike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://travelingwithsueandmike.blogspot.com/feeds/2193392320416077460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://travelingwithsueandmike.blogspot.com/2011/06/back-in-bologna.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29625838/posts/default/2193392320416077460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29625838/posts/default/2193392320416077460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://travelingwithsueandmike.blogspot.com/2011/06/back-in-bologna.html' title='Back in Bologna'/><author><name>Sue V</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06396517609752173502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zQxWnrzwnsQ/TjrTl_5WdQI/AAAAAAAAB4c/lH21LpZTkvc/s220/Sue-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rxT3OLQfthc/Te-iUBoWNDI/AAAAAAAABxU/6E03tX4jjZg/s72-c/Kitchen.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29625838.post-5130600822782589325</id><published>2011-03-15T15:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-15T15:20:44.238-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gooooooooool!</title><content type='html'>We couldn't go to Argentina without going to a soccer game. We might have been able to go to a game of one of the "big" teams — River Plate or Boca Juniors — but we chose instead to go to a game in Mendoza, Godoy Cruz v. San Lorenzo. Alas, San Lorenzo, the visitors from Buenos Aires, won, 2-0, against the Godoy Cruz home team. Nevertheless, the evening was fun and the spectacle was — well, spectacular.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple of things stood out. One was that the cost of our tickets was 100 pesos for the men and 50 pesos for the women.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another was security. Everyone was subject to a police pat-down as they entered. Police were everywhere — and very visible — inside and outside the stadium. Whether because of or in spite of the heavy police presence, the crowd was well-behaved in their exuberance and enthusiasm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-d27KI0OOFW4/TX_jo7ksCDI/AAAAAAAABvE/-WqA3uGJQNI/s1600/Futbol6.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="89" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-d27KI0OOFW4/TX_jo7ksCDI/AAAAAAAABvE/-WqA3uGJQNI/s320/Futbol6.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were sitting in the stands under cover, avoiding the end zone — the curva — where the more rabid fans congregate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-A2K5gsY2C8Y/TX_joNUprZI/AAAAAAAABvA/Uyiuj8pMJ6Y/s1600/Futbol5-1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="256" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-A2K5gsY2C8Y/TX_joNUprZI/AAAAAAAABvA/Uyiuj8pMJ6Y/s320/Futbol5-1.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-ZZiGQ_lxI7Q/TX-T4Miv8II/AAAAAAAABus/K42gsdbRzZk/s1600/Futbol1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-ZZiGQ_lxI7Q/TX-T4Miv8II/AAAAAAAABus/K42gsdbRzZk/s320/Futbol1.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently the security check does not exclude fireworks and smoke, which greeted the home team.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-oFUVCnHK4hc/TX-T55Y65hI/AAAAAAAABuw/Ggmc49TM1J0/s1600/Futbol2.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="184" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-oFUVCnHK4hc/TX-T55Y65hI/AAAAAAAABuw/Ggmc49TM1J0/s320/Futbol2.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The coolest thing was the giant banner that the fans unfurled. It was spread out with clockwork precision from the top of the curve to the bottom. Then it was rolled up to the top for use at the next game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-SeiXehx00Gw/TX-T7KlwPJI/AAAAAAAABu0/RiSnuTm7sOo/s1600/Futbol3.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="162" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-SeiXehx00Gw/TX-T7KlwPJI/AAAAAAAABu0/RiSnuTm7sOo/s320/Futbol3.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-KuuixRX_qSk/TX-T8dVagiI/AAAAAAAABu4/C1phN8Vu4yg/s1600/Futbol4.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="173" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-KuuixRX_qSk/TX-T8dVagiI/AAAAAAAABu4/C1phN8Vu4yg/s320/Futbol4.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again, thanks to Scott Hogman for the great photos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mike did not want to select a shirt for a particular team so bought a shirt for the Argentina national team.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-p-b0b2Lteeg/TX-T9p4lfZI/AAAAAAAABu8/EpWyY8iCKw0/s1600/Futbol+shirt.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-p-b0b2Lteeg/TX-T9p4lfZI/AAAAAAAABu8/EpWyY8iCKw0/s320/Futbol+shirt.JPG" width="296" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29625838-5130600822782589325?l=travelingwithsueandmike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://travelingwithsueandmike.blogspot.com/feeds/5130600822782589325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://travelingwithsueandmike.blogspot.com/2011/03/gooooooooool.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29625838/posts/default/5130600822782589325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29625838/posts/default/5130600822782589325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://travelingwithsueandmike.blogspot.com/2011/03/gooooooooool.html' title='Gooooooooool!'/><author><name>Sue V</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06396517609752173502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zQxWnrzwnsQ/TjrTl_5WdQI/AAAAAAAAB4c/lH21LpZTkvc/s220/Sue-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-d27KI0OOFW4/TX_jo7ksCDI/AAAAAAAABvE/-WqA3uGJQNI/s72-c/Futbol6.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29625838.post-4537606246202189410</id><published>2011-03-14T09:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-14T09:08:23.257-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Textiles</title><content type='html'>Look &lt;a href="http://suevknits.blogspot.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; for a post about textiles in Argentina.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-8gaslw_fyy4/TX49E532lHI/AAAAAAAABuo/xASm8zQghTE/s1600/ST+Sheep.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="270" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-8gaslw_fyy4/TX49E532lHI/AAAAAAAABuo/xASm8zQghTE/s320/ST+Sheep.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29625838-4537606246202189410?l=travelingwithsueandmike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://travelingwithsueandmike.blogspot.com/feeds/4537606246202189410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://travelingwithsueandmike.blogspot.com/2011/03/textiles.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29625838/posts/default/4537606246202189410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29625838/posts/default/4537606246202189410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://travelingwithsueandmike.blogspot.com/2011/03/textiles.html' title='Textiles'/><author><name>Sue V</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06396517609752173502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zQxWnrzwnsQ/TjrTl_5WdQI/AAAAAAAAB4c/lH21LpZTkvc/s220/Sue-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-8gaslw_fyy4/TX49E532lHI/AAAAAAAABuo/xASm8zQghTE/s72-c/ST+Sheep.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29625838.post-7179344162671152745</id><published>2011-03-12T09:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-12T09:31:54.737-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dumb, Dumb, Dumb</title><content type='html'>Sometimes when you are traveling, you do things that, in retrospect, were really dumb. We had one such adventure in Mendoza. Instead of calling it Really Dumb Thing That We Did, we now refer to it as Our Adventure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were traveling from Mendoza to Tupungato in the Uco Valley to visit a winery. We asked our driver, Gerardo, about taking a scenic back route in the Andes foothills from Mendoza to Potrerillos, then on Route 89 from Potrerillos to Tupungato. After a few phone calls, Gerardo told us that this was a dirt road but do-able. (Side note: hiring a car and driver in Mendoza was one of the smart things we did, and Gerardo was an excellent driver.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What we didn't know was that it had rained the previous night and that the dirt road was a mud road. Had we been sensible or thought things through, we should have/would have/could have turned around at the first mud crossing. But we didn't. And Gerardo said we could go forward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-j-iiAEyWI0Y/TXqjz_BEI0I/AAAAAAAABuA/dxI6OrXx0fM/s1600/Mud3.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-j-iiAEyWI0Y/TXqjz_BEI0I/AAAAAAAABuA/dxI6OrXx0fM/s320/Mud3.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-Aqbzor4fCCs/TXqjydrO6vI/AAAAAAAABt8/jKaIm8uBodI/s1600/Mud2.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-Aqbzor4fCCs/TXqjydrO6vI/AAAAAAAABt8/jKaIm8uBodI/s320/Mud2.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At several points, all four of us American-sized passengers had to get out of the little car and ford the mud so the car could get enough clearance to drive through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-PjhK4pk__Zc/TXqj1BjylJI/AAAAAAAABuE/Syf8MPT39Y4/s1600/Mud4.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-PjhK4pk__Zc/TXqj1BjylJI/AAAAAAAABuE/Syf8MPT39Y4/s320/Mud4.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-nnqP-xkOSvw/TXqjv61Ao4I/AAAAAAAABt0/t5b15jA43G4/s1600/Mud7.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-nnqP-xkOSvw/TXqjv61Ao4I/AAAAAAAABt0/t5b15jA43G4/s320/Mud7.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;As we crossed the mountain, all we saw was fog. Fog on a muddy, rutted, one-and-a-half-lane mountain road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-hNUsHgjErMo/TXqj15EvF_I/AAAAAAAABuI/MGBCyMr9sLA/s1600/Mud5.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-hNUsHgjErMo/TXqj15EvF_I/AAAAAAAABuI/MGBCyMr9sLA/s320/Mud5.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were glad to see the road crews out moving mud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-fQ8II786E2s/TXqj3thCbYI/AAAAAAAABuM/n64cpvR_tBg/s1600/Mud6.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="234" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-fQ8II786E2s/TXqj3thCbYI/AAAAAAAABuM/n64cpvR_tBg/s320/Mud6.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just when we thought we might make it through the mud, we feared being run down by horses. At one point we rounded a corner and saw a dozen or so horses headed for us, as a man and his dogs were herding them from one pasture to another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-4HwhUPIvYgM/TXuhQ3ogPNI/AAAAAAAABuQ/9oFUUDl6DYQ/s1600/Mud8.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-4HwhUPIvYgM/TXuhQ3ogPNI/AAAAAAAABuQ/9oFUUDl6DYQ/s320/Mud8.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-Dh2Dk8OdgKk/TXqjxIttyxI/AAAAAAAABt4/6oKQfYk6PSU/s1600/Mud1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-Dh2Dk8OdgKk/TXqjxIttyxI/AAAAAAAABt4/6oKQfYk6PSU/s320/Mud1.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we arrived safely in Tupungato, we discovered the winery we planned to visit was closed because the rain had washed out its road. We ended up having lunch in a fabulous restaurant in Tupungato called El Ilo. Later we learned it specialized in fish, which we generally didn't order, but the food was excellent anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we took the main highway back to Mendoza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many thanks to ace photographer Scott Hogman for the photos. He had the presence of mind to take pictures from the front seat while the three of us sitting tightly in the back seat worried about Gerardo's car and out ability to get out of this adventure.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29625838-7179344162671152745?l=travelingwithsueandmike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://travelingwithsueandmike.blogspot.com/feeds/7179344162671152745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://travelingwithsueandmike.blogspot.com/2011/03/dumb-dumb-dumb.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29625838/posts/default/7179344162671152745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29625838/posts/default/7179344162671152745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://travelingwithsueandmike.blogspot.com/2011/03/dumb-dumb-dumb.html' title='Dumb, Dumb, Dumb'/><author><name>Sue V</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06396517609752173502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zQxWnrzwnsQ/TjrTl_5WdQI/AAAAAAAAB4c/lH21LpZTkvc/s220/Sue-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-j-iiAEyWI0Y/TXqjz_BEI0I/AAAAAAAABuA/dxI6OrXx0fM/s72-c/Mud3.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29625838.post-1919373070669032291</id><published>2011-03-11T10:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-11T10:22:25.537-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Golf Sauce</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.saltshaker.net/wp-content/salsagolf.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://www.saltshaker.net/wp-content/salsagolf.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Among the condiments we found on restaurant tables in Argentina was Golf Sauce. We couldn't tell from the small packets exactly what Golf Sauce was. Nor could we tell from the color, sort of a pinkish-orange.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We learned that Golf Sauce was invented by Luis Federico Leloir, Argentinian Nobel laureate in chemistry. The story is that in the mid-1920s, Leloir was at the golf club in Mar del Plata. He wanted a sauce for his shrimp, and asked the waiter to bring a variety of ingredients. He mixed a little of this, a little of that to end up with Golf Sauce, or Salsa Golf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argentinians use Golf Sauce on all sorts of meats, salads, and sandwiches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what magic combination did Leloir find for Golf Sauce? Mayonnaise and ketchup. Yes, mayonnaise and ketchup. Some people may add other ingredients, but basic Golf Sauce is mayonnaise and ketchup.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29625838-1919373070669032291?l=travelingwithsueandmike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://travelingwithsueandmike.blogspot.com/feeds/1919373070669032291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://travelingwithsueandmike.blogspot.com/2011/03/golf-sauce.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29625838/posts/default/1919373070669032291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29625838/posts/default/1919373070669032291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://travelingwithsueandmike.blogspot.com/2011/03/golf-sauce.html' title='Golf Sauce'/><author><name>Sue V</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06396517609752173502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zQxWnrzwnsQ/TjrTl_5WdQI/AAAAAAAAB4c/lH21LpZTkvc/s220/Sue-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29625838.post-6078988890810911247</id><published>2011-03-07T10:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-07T10:50:58.638-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Alfajores — Yum!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://media.debconf.org/dc8/images/AlfajoresTriples.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="199" src="http://media.debconf.org/dc8/images/AlfajoresTriples.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Didn't know what an alfajor was before going to Argentina and now I do. And I am glad that I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alfajores are a cookie-cake confection that includes two or more layers of cookie, filling, and a covering. The cookies can be plain or chocolate. The filling can be dulce de leche or jam. The covering can be chocolate, white chocolate, powdered sugar, or meringue. Some come with nuts or coconut. Whatever combination, they are great. They are tasty and satisfying but not overly sweet or gooey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://t3.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcTmbDU5XeL8EEDyyRNWte0GZ2cr-xJp59fCNbDaoMLuHuFVFtvk&amp;amp;t=1" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="132" src="http://t3.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcTmbDU5XeL8EEDyyRNWte0GZ2cr-xJp59fCNbDaoMLuHuFVFtvk&amp;amp;t=1" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We especially like the alfajores from &lt;a href="http://www.havanna.com.ar/en-home.html" target="_blank"&gt;Havanna Café.&lt;/a&gt; We first tasted Havanna alfajores on our LAN Argentina flight from Buenos Aires to Mendoza. And we definitely had to have more. Luckily for us, Havanna Cafés are all over Buenos Aires.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want to make your own  alfajores — and why wouldn't you? — look &lt;a href="http://www.fromargentinawithlove.typepad.com/from_argentina_with_love/2008/06/alfajores-dulce-de-leche-sandwich-cookie.html" target="_blank"&gt;here.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29625838-6078988890810911247?l=travelingwithsueandmike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://travelingwithsueandmike.blogspot.com/feeds/6078988890810911247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://travelingwithsueandmike.blogspot.com/2011/03/alfajores-yum.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29625838/posts/default/6078988890810911247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29625838/posts/default/6078988890810911247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://travelingwithsueandmike.blogspot.com/2011/03/alfajores-yum.html' title='Alfajores — Yum!'/><author><name>Sue V</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06396517609752173502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zQxWnrzwnsQ/TjrTl_5WdQI/AAAAAAAAB4c/lH21LpZTkvc/s220/Sue-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29625838.post-6027056683712620442</id><published>2011-03-06T09:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-06T09:24:40.665-08:00</updated><title type='text'>River Tour</title><content type='html'>A trip to Tigre, north of Buenos Aires on the river, is recommended in most of the tourist guides, so we signed on for a tour, not quite knowing what to expect. We were delighted with the result.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We started on a small bus, the four people in our group plus a couple from England, with a driver and guide. We drove through some of the lovely Buenos Aires suburbs, including Olivos, where the presidential residence is; San Fernando; San Isidro; and, finally, Tigre. We would not have seen these areas of Buenos Aires without this tour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two notable things about the river, &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/R%C3%ADo_de_la_Plata" target="_blank"&gt;Rio de la Plata, &lt;/a&gt;is that it is very brown and very wide. Milk chocolate brown. Caffé latte brown.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-fv-B_wyX14c/TXO6rSS0sNI/AAAAAAAABtU/SZqIxbI3Bs8/s1600/Tigre1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="177" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-fv-B_wyX14c/TXO6rSS0sNI/AAAAAAAABtU/SZqIxbI3Bs8/s320/Tigre1.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Tigre market was not open during the week, but we drove around it and saw the many furniture shops that are the signature of the market. We took a boat ride on the brown river from Tigre through a small part of the delta to Puerto Madero in Buenos Aires.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-ehMUOQSF8s4/TXO6sNVWn2I/AAAAAAAABtY/hzpXcXCY9GY/s1600/Tigre2.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="184" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-ehMUOQSF8s4/TXO6sNVWn2I/AAAAAAAABtY/hzpXcXCY9GY/s320/Tigre2.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Rio de la Plata delta includes scores, maybe hundreds, of small islands. People build houses on the islands on stilts to avoid periodic flooding. The houses are named and numbered. If you want to send a letter to one of these houses, you address it to the river name, house name, and house number. Travel through the delta is by boat, no roads. You can have groceries delivered by boat and garbage picked up by boat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-D0U3PzhFmq0/TXO6t9v0hDI/AAAAAAAABtc/49lZqabcmoM/s1600/Tigre3.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="197" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-D0U3PzhFmq0/TXO6t9v0hDI/AAAAAAAABtc/49lZqabcmoM/s320/Tigre3.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-q3MIE-vMFD0/TXO6uiw8qCI/AAAAAAAABtg/d51lOsxCZPg/s1600/Tigre4.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="147" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-q3MIE-vMFD0/TXO6uiw8qCI/AAAAAAAABtg/d51lOsxCZPg/s320/Tigre4.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-TaKmCICP2pk/TXO6qDHbQ2I/AAAAAAAABtQ/Ip8Zw5Tvs08/s1600/Tigre5.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="192" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-TaKmCICP2pk/TXO6qDHbQ2I/AAAAAAAABtQ/Ip8Zw5Tvs08/s320/Tigre5.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29625838-6027056683712620442?l=travelingwithsueandmike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://travelingwithsueandmike.blogspot.com/feeds/6027056683712620442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://travelingwithsueandmike.blogspot.com/2011/03/river-tour.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29625838/posts/default/6027056683712620442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29625838/posts/default/6027056683712620442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://travelingwithsueandmike.blogspot.com/2011/03/river-tour.html' title='River Tour'/><author><name>Sue V</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06396517609752173502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zQxWnrzwnsQ/TjrTl_5WdQI/AAAAAAAAB4c/lH21LpZTkvc/s220/Sue-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-fv-B_wyX14c/TXO6rSS0sNI/AAAAAAAABtU/SZqIxbI3Bs8/s72-c/Tigre1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29625838.post-7777284536465695187</id><published>2011-03-05T08:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-05T08:36:57.254-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Winemakers</title><content type='html'>One of many great pleasures of our trip to Argentina was visiting with winemakers. Tasting their wines was, of course, great fun, but more interesting was meeting the winemakers and winery owners to learn their views on the wine industry in Argentina and how each particular winemaker sees his or her place in that industry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anabelle Sielecki is an amazing woman: architect, real estate executive, and co-owner of &lt;a href="http://www.mendel.com.ar/noticias/home/eng" target="_blank"&gt;Mendel.&lt;/a&gt; We spoke with winemaker/co-owner &lt;a href="http://travelingwithsueandmike.blogspot.com/2011/02/wine-tourism-is-hard-work.html" target="_blank"&gt;Roberto de la Mota&lt;/a&gt; in Mendoza and had a chance to meet with Anabelle in Buenos Aires at the cafe outside of the MALBA museum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-bdeKm6c-3uQ/TXF6G9nLfPI/AAAAAAAABtA/-qy6qXCgGjs/s1600/Anabelle.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-bdeKm6c-3uQ/TXF6G9nLfPI/AAAAAAAABtA/-qy6qXCgGjs/s320/Anabelle.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-Hr4U-M19okA/TXF6FmGT6BI/AAAAAAAABs8/tT-8E78Z6jw/s1600/Mendel+boxes.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="158" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-Hr4U-M19okA/TXF6FmGT6BI/AAAAAAAABs8/tT-8E78Z6jw/s320/Mendel+boxes.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also met with Guillermo Banfi, owner of &lt;a href="http://www.bodegasurdelosandes.com.ar/" tareget="_blank"&gt;Bodega Sur de los Andes.&lt;/a&gt; During a fabulous lunch at Don Julio, we tasted Guillermo's excellent wines, which paired well with the sausage, &lt;a href="http://www.asadoargentina.com/provoleta-grilled-provolone-cheese/" target="_blank"&gt;provoleta&lt;/a&gt;, beef steaks, arugula salad, and tomatoes. Like Anabelle (and other winery owners) Guillermo entered the wine business after another career, finance, in his case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-f-TlWW0dj7A/TXF6Hkt5HkI/AAAAAAAABtE/rs1XQfehhiE/s1600/Guillermo.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-f-TlWW0dj7A/TXF6Hkt5HkI/AAAAAAAABtE/rs1XQfehhiE/s320/Guillermo.JPG" width="271" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Note: we are actually back at home now but we have several more Argentina experiences to share, which we will do here. So stay tuned. And, we will be traveling to Italy later this year and will share those experiences here also. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29625838-7777284536465695187?l=travelingwithsueandmike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://travelingwithsueandmike.blogspot.com/feeds/7777284536465695187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://travelingwithsueandmike.blogspot.com/2011/03/winemakers.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29625838/posts/default/7777284536465695187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29625838/posts/default/7777284536465695187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://travelingwithsueandmike.blogspot.com/2011/03/winemakers.html' title='Winemakers'/><author><name>Sue V</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06396517609752173502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zQxWnrzwnsQ/TjrTl_5WdQI/AAAAAAAAB4c/lH21LpZTkvc/s220/Sue-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-bdeKm6c-3uQ/TXF6G9nLfPI/AAAAAAAABtA/-qy6qXCgGjs/s72-c/Anabelle.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29625838.post-6661430761844956596</id><published>2011-03-02T03:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-05T08:24:10.556-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Estancia Day</title><content type='html'>We are tourists. We know we are tourists. That's why we signed on for a tourist visit to an estancia, &lt;a href="http://www.lacinacina.com.ar/" target="_blank"&gt;La Cinacina.&lt;/a&gt; A friend recommended La Cinacina as a place where visitors enjoy an afternoon of tourist-oriented gaucho culture at a reasonable price. And that's exactly what we experienced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La Cinacina is in San Antonio de Areco, a small town that is about a 90-minute bus ride from Buenos Aires (the trip took us by Estadio Monumental, home of River Plate soccer team, a team that it seems most Argentinians love or hate, but that's another story).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the ranch, we were greeted with wine and empanadas, then had the opportunity for a brief horseback ride. No, no photos of us on horses. Then it was back to the ranch house for more food, including sausages, beef, and pork, salads, potatoes, and more wine. Our Venezuelan table-mate shared with the dog, who has seen tourists before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-rXgVnIWKUzI/TW1wFoREs-I/AAAAAAAABss/n1w9Nnww5zw/s1600/Cinacina1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="143" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-rXgVnIWKUzI/TW1wFoREs-I/AAAAAAAABss/n1w9Nnww5zw/s200/Cinacina1.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-9Fipdx6-Gok/TW1vyAmFxlI/AAAAAAAABso/vbRBeMdrVU0/s1600/Cinacina2.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="171" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-9Fipdx6-Gok/TW1vyAmFxlI/AAAAAAAABso/vbRBeMdrVU0/s200/Cinacina2.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner was followed by a show of music and dance from around Argentina.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-j8BDYxVK2Yw/TW1xgrDudZI/AAAAAAAABsw/lqcodNf0VHk/s1600/Cinacina3.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="189" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-j8BDYxVK2Yw/TW1xgrDudZI/AAAAAAAABsw/lqcodNf0VHk/s320/Cinacina3.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The host of the show then ran a list of the countries represented at our visit: Argentina, United States, Venezuela, Uruguay, Switzerland, Puerto Rico, Russia, Germany, Italy, Canada, and a few more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we saw the gaucho show where expert horsemen demonstrated gaucho skills, such as riding down the track at full speed and putting a pencil-sized stick through a small ring hanging from a rope. The story is that if the gaucho captures the ring, he can give it to the woman of his choice; if she accepts the ring, she gives him a kiss but if she rejects the ring, she kisses the horse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-WJkcLb5tSzQ/TW1yLT1zK-I/AAAAAAAABs0/gyWRMcYpZ-A/s1600/Cinacina5.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="170" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-WJkcLb5tSzQ/TW1yLT1zK-I/AAAAAAAABs0/gyWRMcYpZ-A/s320/Cinacina5.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-XFdBXC_jicc/TW1yVOjvTlI/AAAAAAAABs4/mjEzxcnzCRU/s1600/Cinacina4.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-XFdBXC_jicc/TW1yVOjvTlI/AAAAAAAABs4/mjEzxcnzCRU/s320/Cinacina4.JPG" width="190" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We finished the day with quince pastries and mate, an herbal tea that Argentinians seem to love. The pastries were great but mate may be an acquired taste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, a good day to be a tourist.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29625838-6661430761844956596?l=travelingwithsueandmike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://travelingwithsueandmike.blogspot.com/feeds/6661430761844956596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://travelingwithsueandmike.blogspot.com/2011/03/estancia-day.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29625838/posts/default/6661430761844956596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29625838/posts/default/6661430761844956596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://travelingwithsueandmike.blogspot.com/2011/03/estancia-day.html' title='Estancia Day'/><author><name>Sue V</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06396517609752173502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zQxWnrzwnsQ/TjrTl_5WdQI/AAAAAAAAB4c/lH21LpZTkvc/s220/Sue-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-rXgVnIWKUzI/TW1wFoREs-I/AAAAAAAABss/n1w9Nnww5zw/s72-c/Cinacina1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29625838.post-3507461342496928510</id><published>2011-03-01T06:32:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-01T12:17:48.968-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Pink House</title><content type='html'>Casa Rosada, or the Pink House, is the presidential office of Argentina. On weekends Casa Rosada is open for free tours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/--AkrKwzMP1c/TW0En8ASvjI/AAAAAAAABsc/0Mu9PItVTzs/s1600/Casa+Rosada1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/--AkrKwzMP1c/TW0En8ASvjI/AAAAAAAABsc/0Mu9PItVTzs/s320/Casa+Rosada1.JPG" border="0" height="240" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-NCxzeqPJWJA/TW0EQdLLuCI/AAAAAAAABsY/AxMymqk40dI/s1600/Casa+Rosada2.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-NCxzeqPJWJA/TW0EQdLLuCI/AAAAAAAABsY/AxMymqk40dI/s320/Casa+Rosada2.JPG" border="0" height="240" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the presidential office for formal events.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-2dMsYJTM2RE/TW0FeqBEGiI/AAAAAAAABsg/G2janLWbCfQ/s1600/Casa+Rosada+pres+office.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-2dMsYJTM2RE/TW0FeqBEGiI/AAAAAAAABsg/G2janLWbCfQ/s320/Casa+Rosada+pres+office.JPG" border="0" height="240" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is the view from the famous balcony where Evita gave her speeches and where Madonna sang That Song. The balcony overlooks the Plaza de Mayo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-78ysbS2UfxA/TW0GSXYA6RI/AAAAAAAABsk/wGHEXjUP5zM/s1600/Casa+Rosada+view.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-78ysbS2UfxA/TW0GSXYA6RI/AAAAAAAABsk/wGHEXjUP5zM/s320/Casa+Rosada+view.JPG" border="0" height="240" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29625838-3507461342496928510?l=travelingwithsueandmike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://travelingwithsueandmike.blogspot.com/feeds/3507461342496928510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://travelingwithsueandmike.blogspot.com/2011/03/pink-house.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29625838/posts/default/3507461342496928510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29625838/posts/default/3507461342496928510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://travelingwithsueandmike.blogspot.com/2011/03/pink-house.html' title='The Pink House'/><author><name>Sue V</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06396517609752173502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zQxWnrzwnsQ/TjrTl_5WdQI/AAAAAAAAB4c/lH21LpZTkvc/s220/Sue-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/--AkrKwzMP1c/TW0En8ASvjI/AAAAAAAABsc/0Mu9PItVTzs/s72-c/Casa+Rosada1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29625838.post-383798804501356361</id><published>2011-02-28T16:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-28T16:24:00.984-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Around Buenos Aires</title><content type='html'>This post combines a few things we saw and did in Buenos Aires.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Argentina automobile association has a nice little car museum, a big hit with car racing fans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-oe_ZSyfU1-M/TWuz7UaHQuI/AAAAAAAABsE/LIHETGJKiDI/s1600/Car+museum2.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-oe_ZSyfU1-M/TWuz7UaHQuI/AAAAAAAABsE/LIHETGJKiDI/s200/Car+museum2.JPG" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-BHmS34NheLQ/TWu0RIazzjI/AAAAAAAABsI/nDTMumCU4VU/s1600/Car+museum1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-BHmS34NheLQ/TWu0RIazzjI/AAAAAAAABsI/nDTMumCU4VU/s200/Car+museum1.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;We took another free walking tour of the Recoleta area of Buenos Aires. Our guide, Sol, took us to the monument to those killed in the Malvinas war and explained what the war means to Argentinians. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-MsgOncDMk3Q/TWu07_bkqOI/AAAAAAAABsM/qP46bRr9T6I/s1600/Malvinas+monument.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="146" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-MsgOncDMk3Q/TWu07_bkqOI/AAAAAAAABsM/qP46bRr9T6I/s320/Malvinas+monument.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;We met with Damon, Mike's former student, who is vice-president for new media for Fox Sports Panamerica in Buenos Aires. Damon took us on a tour of the studio.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-7vpk2uDaacM/TWw7DOMXFNI/AAAAAAAABsQ/PObaav0Agb0/s1600/Fox+Sports.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="162" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-7vpk2uDaacM/TWw7DOMXFNI/AAAAAAAABsQ/PObaav0Agb0/s200/Fox+Sports.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;And, of course, Starbucks is in Buenos Aires. The prices are in Argentinian pesos ($); current rates are four pesos per dollar. When noting U.S. dollars, prices appear as U$S.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-2x6gbU_dIJA/TWw7vSn40oI/AAAAAAAABsU/iLSrBArF7K8/s1600/Starbucks+menu.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="188" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-2x6gbU_dIJA/TWw7vSn40oI/AAAAAAAABsU/iLSrBArF7K8/s200/Starbucks+menu.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29625838-383798804501356361?l=travelingwithsueandmike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://travelingwithsueandmike.blogspot.com/feeds/383798804501356361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://travelingwithsueandmike.blogspot.com/2011/02/around-buenos-aires.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29625838/posts/default/383798804501356361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29625838/posts/default/383798804501356361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://travelingwithsueandmike.blogspot.com/2011/02/around-buenos-aires.html' title='Around Buenos Aires'/><author><name>Sue V</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06396517609752173502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zQxWnrzwnsQ/TjrTl_5WdQI/AAAAAAAAB4c/lH21LpZTkvc/s220/Sue-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-oe_ZSyfU1-M/TWuz7UaHQuI/AAAAAAAABsE/LIHETGJKiDI/s72-c/Car+museum2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29625838.post-7019887053500697761</id><published>2011-02-26T04:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-26T04:06:10.529-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Three Excellent Wineries</title><content type='html'>We spent our last day in Mendoza visiting three very different wineries, each excellent in its own way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Viña Cobos has the highest rated wines in Argentina. One of their wines, at 99 points, was the highest rated wine in South America. One of the owners, Luis Barraud, gave us a tour and tasting of their excellent Felino and Bramare wines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SSvipdqCZbM/TWfyObDkuBI/AAAAAAAABrY/PsN2523YOaw/s1600/Cobos+Luis.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="149" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SSvipdqCZbM/TWfyObDkuBI/AAAAAAAABrY/PsN2523YOaw/s200/Cobos+Luis.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dADiv10YjcA/TWfy4wct4VI/AAAAAAAABrc/Y6YY0JZwfd0/s1600/Cobos.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dADiv10YjcA/TWfy4wct4VI/AAAAAAAABrc/Y6YY0JZwfd0/s200/Cobos.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xNVKcBocCPk/TWfzZVML6ZI/AAAAAAAABrg/BKp-ekvSqRc/s1600/Cobos+lobby.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="140" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xNVKcBocCPk/TWfzZVML6ZI/AAAAAAAABrg/BKp-ekvSqRc/s200/Cobos+lobby.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our second winery was Achaval-Ferrer, where we had a most interesting tasting with Julian, hospitality manager. We tasted several wines in two forms: barrel and bottle. We also tasted the component parts (Malbec, Cabernet Sauvignon, Cabernet Franc, and Petit Verdot) of the Quimera blend, then Quimera from the barrel, and Quimera from the bottle. &lt;i&gt;Then&lt;/i&gt; we tasted the three single-vineyard Malbecs, both barrel and bottle. It was all very enlightening to see how the wines change along the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--SstTYvxqnU/TWf2AjCv5uI/AAAAAAAABrk/i3MLEXKJl2s/s1600/Achaval+wines.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="172" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--SstTYvxqnU/TWf2AjCv5uI/AAAAAAAABrk/i3MLEXKJl2s/s200/Achaval+wines.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wYdzmmYn38c/TWf2ufiTcNI/AAAAAAAABro/DZ25kSt5i2I/s1600/Achaval2.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wYdzmmYn38c/TWf2ufiTcNI/AAAAAAAABro/DZ25kSt5i2I/s200/Achaval2.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jCHMc2bj6Xo/TWf3VtnAfmI/AAAAAAAABrs/2leT_CSoLaY/s1600/Achaval+Mike.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jCHMc2bj6Xo/TWf3VtnAfmI/AAAAAAAABrs/2leT_CSoLaY/s200/Achaval+Mike.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rxPEcNXd33g/TWf3yGGSZ8I/AAAAAAAABrw/sNunpuY77Bs/s1600/Achaval+wine+tasting.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="158" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rxPEcNXd33g/TWf3yGGSZ8I/AAAAAAAABrw/sNunpuY77Bs/s200/Achaval+wine+tasting.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our third visit was to Tempus Alba in Maipú. The Biondolillo family has been in the wine business for more than 100 years. We met with Aldo, two of his sons and his nephew. Tradition, yes, but also focused on the future, with scientific selection of the grape clones and an investment in wine tourism. And excellent wines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The company dogma (what we might call values) are prominently displayed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-GHuH_EfaWZQ/TWjo7rhnymI/AAAAAAAABr4/96gIoFV-r6c/s1600/Tempus+Dogma.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="123" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-GHuH_EfaWZQ/TWjo7rhnymI/AAAAAAAABr4/96gIoFV-r6c/s200/Tempus+Dogma.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-xwTBTKRDBkE/TWjpbmh11XI/AAAAAAAABsA/6q4QEPaL8as/s1600/Tempus+Leo.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="137" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-xwTBTKRDBkE/TWjpbmh11XI/AAAAAAAABsA/6q4QEPaL8as/s200/Tempus+Leo.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;The family also is thinking about the next generation. The premium wine, Vero, features the fingerprints of three of Aldo's grandchildren (a fourth was due within days).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-4m_oTJZa0dE/TWjoqGwwirI/AAAAAAAABr0/jXOhPs9YjCU/s1600/Tempus+Vero.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-4m_oTJZa0dE/TWjoqGwwirI/AAAAAAAABr0/jXOhPs9YjCU/s200/Tempus+Vero.JPG" width="169" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span id="goog_569820402"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="goog_569820403"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29625838-7019887053500697761?l=travelingwithsueandmike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://travelingwithsueandmike.blogspot.com/feeds/7019887053500697761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://travelingwithsueandmike.blogspot.com/2011/02/three-excellent-wineries.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29625838/posts/default/7019887053500697761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29625838/posts/default/7019887053500697761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://travelingwithsueandmike.blogspot.com/2011/02/three-excellent-wineries.html' title='Three Excellent Wineries'/><author><name>Sue V</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06396517609752173502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zQxWnrzwnsQ/TjrTl_5WdQI/AAAAAAAAB4c/lH21LpZTkvc/s220/Sue-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SSvipdqCZbM/TWfyObDkuBI/AAAAAAAABrY/PsN2523YOaw/s72-c/Cobos+Luis.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29625838.post-6198250011688204894</id><published>2011-02-23T11:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-23T11:50:56.985-08:00</updated><title type='text'>More Fabulous Wine</title><content type='html'>You will not be surprised to learn that we found wonderful wine and gracious and generous winemakers in Mendoza, but you may be surprised (we were) to find this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6KdwDenIYrY/TWVcf5y1tJI/AAAAAAAABq8/3B84ZmbEepk/s1600/Menorah.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="294" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6KdwDenIYrY/TWVcf5y1tJI/AAAAAAAABq8/3B84ZmbEepk/s320/Menorah.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, that is a giant menorah on the main square of Mendoza, Plaza Independencia. It was put there in recognition of Israel's 50th anniversary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, the expected: wine. We traveled to the Uco Valley, about an hour and a half drive from Mendoza, to visit the Dutch-owned Salentein winery. In addition to making excellent wine, Salentein is investing in wine tourism, with a small hotel and excellent restaurant. The owner also has built an art gallery, with a small collection of Dutch art and a larger collection of contemporary Argentinian art. The facility itself is gorgeous:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5MrtDU86278/TWVfBL57pLI/AAAAAAAABrA/6Ofq-ZzsHrY/s1600/Salentein.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="211" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5MrtDU86278/TWVfBL57pLI/AAAAAAAABrA/6Ofq-ZzsHrY/s320/Salentein.JPG" width="320" /&gt;é&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had the extraordinary opportunity to speak with Andrés, the chief operating officer; Lorena, the hospitality manager; and the legendary winemaker José Galante. The winemaking facility is outstanding, as are the wines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Qq4ExWD33xo/TWVjMay_MnI/AAAAAAAABrI/zA74EllbdxA/s1600/Salentein+equipment.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="260" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Qq4ExWD33xo/TWVjMay_MnI/AAAAAAAABrI/zA74EllbdxA/s320/Salentein+equipment.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vzuicV4H1Bw/TWVi4I-clYI/AAAAAAAABrE/KFL47o64AyE/s1600/Salentein+Mike+y+Lorena.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vzuicV4H1Bw/TWVi4I-clYI/AAAAAAAABrE/KFL47o64AyE/s320/Salentein+Mike+y+Lorena.JPG" width="305" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also had lunch with them at the Salentein posada restaurant, with Salentein wines, of course. Lunch included a mushroom-stuffed endive, Argentinian beef, trout, a pre-dessert lemon-orange drink, and apple tart with ice cream. Words cannot describe the beautiful presentation or the delectability of the meal.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29625838-6198250011688204894?l=travelingwithsueandmike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://travelingwithsueandmike.blogspot.com/feeds/6198250011688204894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://travelingwithsueandmike.blogspot.com/2011/02/more-fabulous-wine.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29625838/posts/default/6198250011688204894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29625838/posts/default/6198250011688204894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://travelingwithsueandmike.blogspot.com/2011/02/more-fabulous-wine.html' title='More Fabulous Wine'/><author><name>Sue V</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06396517609752173502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zQxWnrzwnsQ/TjrTl_5WdQI/AAAAAAAAB4c/lH21LpZTkvc/s220/Sue-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6KdwDenIYrY/TWVcf5y1tJI/AAAAAAAABq8/3B84ZmbEepk/s72-c/Menorah.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29625838.post-6951376698076427642</id><published>2011-02-20T11:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-20T11:48:54.407-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Plazas of Mendoza</title><content type='html'>Our hotel in Mendoza, &lt;a href="http://www.argentino-hotel.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Hotel Argentino,&lt;/a&gt; is on the main plaza of Mendoza, Plaza Independencia. Equidistant from Independencia are four smaller plazas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plaza San Martín honors José de San Martín, the liberator of Argentina.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DTw6Zq9_W1I/TWFof5wy-OI/AAAAAAAABqc/zhfwh7Ramqw/s1600/Plaza+San+Martin.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DTw6Zq9_W1I/TWFof5wy-OI/AAAAAAAABqc/zhfwh7Ramqw/s200/Plaza+San+Martin.JPG" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Plaza Chile recognizes the close relationship between Argentina and Chile. The statue is of San Martín, Argentina's liberator, and Bernardo O'Higgins, Chile's liberator.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eY-GnDT60r4/TWFqAi30iCI/AAAAAAAABqk/MVJm4cPDjTg/s1600/Plaza+Chile1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eY-GnDT60r4/TWFqAi30iCI/AAAAAAAABqk/MVJm4cPDjTg/s200/Plaza+Chile1.JPG" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OK3-ClVY-gY/TWFpieD_yMI/AAAAAAAABqg/aOUm5xaIidU/s1600/Plaza+Chile2.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OK3-ClVY-gY/TWFpieD_yMI/AAAAAAAABqg/aOUm5xaIidU/s200/Plaza+Chile2.JPG" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plaza España recognizes the Spanish heritage of Argentina.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2tpLJV29A_o/TWFrZRQKO9I/AAAAAAAABqo/EFz_-RiJw5E/s1600/Plaza+Espana2.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="125" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2tpLJV29A_o/TWFrZRQKO9I/AAAAAAAABqo/EFz_-RiJw5E/s200/Plaza+Espana2.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qDozR03Ijt0/TWFr5h09tXI/AAAAAAAABqs/vIStNauP5x4/s1600/Plaza+Espana1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="174" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qDozR03Ijt0/TWFr5h09tXI/AAAAAAAABqs/vIStNauP5x4/s200/Plaza+Espana1.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Plaza Italia does the same for Argentina's Italian culture. Can't explain the statue. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TFkGr-6oPZo/TWFtGbh0FGI/AAAAAAAABqw/U4JxcqHg3Q4/s1600/Plaza+Italia3.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="171" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TFkGr-6oPZo/TWFtGbh0FGI/AAAAAAAABqw/U4JxcqHg3Q4/s200/Plaza+Italia3.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ywmw4EgoM68/TWFtft4jNgI/AAAAAAAABq0/PGAaQE19-iw/s1600/Plaza+Italia1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="145" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ywmw4EgoM68/TWFtft4jNgI/AAAAAAAABq0/PGAaQE19-iw/s200/Plaza+Italia1.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nQ3xHV6EiVE/TWFt0-hxxqI/AAAAAAAABq4/SiZTi-c85qo/s1600/Plaza+Italia2.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="130" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nQ3xHV6EiVE/TWFt0-hxxqI/AAAAAAAABq4/SiZTi-c85qo/s200/Plaza+Italia2.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29625838-6951376698076427642?l=travelingwithsueandmike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://travelingwithsueandmike.blogspot.com/feeds/6951376698076427642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://travelingwithsueandmike.blogspot.com/2011/02/plazas-of-mendoza.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29625838/posts/default/6951376698076427642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29625838/posts/default/6951376698076427642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://travelingwithsueandmike.blogspot.com/2011/02/plazas-of-mendoza.html' title='Plazas of Mendoza'/><author><name>Sue V</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06396517609752173502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zQxWnrzwnsQ/TjrTl_5WdQI/AAAAAAAAB4c/lH21LpZTkvc/s220/Sue-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DTw6Zq9_W1I/TWFof5wy-OI/AAAAAAAABqc/zhfwh7Ramqw/s72-c/Plaza+San+Martin.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29625838.post-3136525066583733360</id><published>2011-02-19T12:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-19T12:16:24.907-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wine Tourism is Hard Work</title><content type='html'>Our first day of wine tourism in Mendoza was wonderful! We visited Mendel and Catena Zapata, two bodegas (that is, wineries) owned and operated by Argentinians that make outstanding wine. With millions in foreign investment in wine in Argentina, finding all-Argentinean operations is becoming rarer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We chose Mendel partly because Sue has Mendels among her relations. Mendel (the wine) reflects the first name of the father of one of the co-owners, while in Sue's family, Mendel is a surname, so, alas, she cannot claim kinship with the wine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mendel is a relatively new winery though the winemaker and co-owner, Roberto de la Mota, is an established and distinguished winemaker from a family of distinguished winemakers. We had the privilege of meeting with him and learning more about Mendel and wine in Argentina.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The winery is in a "vintage" winery building. Note the "cupola" on top of the building. It is a water tank, very common on residential and commercial buildings in Argentina. The people working are packing Mendel wines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Lcp8OdUqUoY/TWAaiTcHrXI/AAAAAAAABqE/LiYA2bFZ6qs/s1600/Mendel3.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Lcp8OdUqUoY/TWAaiTcHrXI/AAAAAAAABqE/LiYA2bFZ6qs/s320/Mendel3.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We tasted 2008 and 2009 Malbecs. Each was distinctive and each was excellent. We also tasted the signature Unus, which is a Malbec-Cabernet Sauvignon blend and a 2010 Semillon. Terrific!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IX4N6WXffGw/TWAcv4lI2AI/AAAAAAAABqI/hGm0su2PDvE/s1600/Mendel6.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="173" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IX4N6WXffGw/TWAcv4lI2AI/AAAAAAAABqI/hGm0su2PDvE/s320/Mendel6.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Catena Zapata is a much grander operation with several labels. We had the good fortune taste Luca (Laura Catena's personal wine), Catena Alta, the Catena Zapata single vineyard wines and the then the premier&amp;nbsp; Catena wine, Nicolas Catena Zapata, a Mabec-Cab blend. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is a most impressive facility, surrounded by vineyards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EeIxTbpjbbw/TWAfY79nw7I/AAAAAAAABqM/41gKZnm-KBY/s1600/Catena4.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EeIxTbpjbbw/TWAfY79nw7I/AAAAAAAABqM/41gKZnm-KBY/s320/Catena4.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had several "wow" moments during our tour of the winery, including the barrel room and a storage area for unlabeled wines. The labels will be added once the destination of the wines is known to accommodate different countries' labeling requirements.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-E0t0cyOhSZ0/TWAg9wAK9CI/AAAAAAAABqU/SQgftbq6HlQ/s1600/Catena1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-E0t0cyOhSZ0/TWAg9wAK9CI/AAAAAAAABqU/SQgftbq6HlQ/s320/Catena1.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qlrBk9jFb3A/TWAge8gHWPI/AAAAAAAABqQ/KBuyujcM0JU/s1600/Catena2.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qlrBk9jFb3A/TWAge8gHWPI/AAAAAAAABqQ/KBuyujcM0JU/s320/Catena2.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The glasses were empty when we finished.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IA_0PPiINb0/TWAhrJ2gmuI/AAAAAAAABqY/RtUOS-AyuYk/s1600/Catena7.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="236" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IA_0PPiINb0/TWAhrJ2gmuI/AAAAAAAABqY/RtUOS-AyuYk/s320/Catena7.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29625838-3136525066583733360?l=travelingwithsueandmike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://travelingwithsueandmike.blogspot.com/feeds/3136525066583733360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://travelingwithsueandmike.blogspot.com/2011/02/wine-tourism-is-hard-work.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29625838/posts/default/3136525066583733360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29625838/posts/default/3136525066583733360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://travelingwithsueandmike.blogspot.com/2011/02/wine-tourism-is-hard-work.html' title='Wine Tourism is Hard Work'/><author><name>Sue V</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06396517609752173502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zQxWnrzwnsQ/TjrTl_5WdQI/AAAAAAAAB4c/lH21LpZTkvc/s220/Sue-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Lcp8OdUqUoY/TWAaiTcHrXI/AAAAAAAABqE/LiYA2bFZ6qs/s72-c/Mendel3.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29625838.post-694805472693876192</id><published>2011-02-18T12:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-18T12:43:08.186-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hola, Mendoza</title><content type='html'>We arrived in Mendoza yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-if4-JB_F5zM/TV7T8nm1I_I/AAAAAAAABpw/JfFX0tnAiG4/s1600/Mendoza+lights.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-if4-JB_F5zM/TV7T8nm1I_I/AAAAAAAABpw/JfFX0tnAiG4/s320/Mendoza+lights.JPG" width="258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The light display was not just for us but part of Vendimia, an annual Mendoza wine festival. We will not be here for the festival itself but are enjoying the preparations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, we had to have dinner. We selected Tristán Barraza. Sue ordered trout; Mike ordered rabbit. Both were cooked on the grill. Vegetarians, look away now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-23fIF06Zj-Y/TV7VoIyRVwI/AAAAAAAABp4/gm_AEkoP-VM/s1600/Barraza.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-23fIF06Zj-Y/TV7VoIyRVwI/AAAAAAAABp4/gm_AEkoP-VM/s320/Barraza.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-23fIF06Zj-Y/TV7VoIyRVwI/AAAAAAAABp4/gm_AEkoP-VM/s1600/Barraza.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3r3VRY6wp78/TV7VHzfHmPI/AAAAAAAABp0/J7Eo2zNhv2w/s1600/Barraza+trout.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="187" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3r3VRY6wp78/TV7VHzfHmPI/AAAAAAAABp0/J7Eo2zNhv2w/s320/Barraza+trout.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BJlzQRAZDmM/TV7WFTdF82I/AAAAAAAABp8/Wq7ciRD9z-8/s1600/Barraza+rabbit.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="192" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BJlzQRAZDmM/TV7WFTdF82I/AAAAAAAABp8/Wq7ciRD9z-8/s320/Barraza+rabbit.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also ate grilled squash, pumpkin, peppers, potatoes, and sweet potatoes, and drank more delicious wine from Argentina. Another lovely meal.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29625838-694805472693876192?l=travelingwithsueandmike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://travelingwithsueandmike.blogspot.com/feeds/694805472693876192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://travelingwithsueandmike.blogspot.com/2011/02/hola-mendoza.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29625838/posts/default/694805472693876192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29625838/posts/default/694805472693876192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://travelingwithsueandmike.blogspot.com/2011/02/hola-mendoza.html' title='Hola, Mendoza'/><author><name>Sue V</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06396517609752173502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zQxWnrzwnsQ/TjrTl_5WdQI/AAAAAAAAB4c/lH21LpZTkvc/s220/Sue-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-if4-JB_F5zM/TV7T8nm1I_I/AAAAAAAABpw/JfFX0tnAiG4/s72-c/Mendoza+lights.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29625838.post-3951157296921025225</id><published>2011-02-16T04:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-16T04:17:55.297-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Catedral Metropolitana</title><content type='html'>It looks like a bank but it's a cathedral, the Catedral Metropolitana on the Plaza de Mayo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-k8orit4L3uY/TVu53LnYKZI/AAAAAAAABpU/Sku4hxqtpc0/s1600/Cat+Met+Exterior.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-k8orit4L3uY/TVu53LnYKZI/AAAAAAAABpU/Sku4hxqtpc0/s320/Cat+Met+Exterior.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This structure dates from 1822. One of the best things about the cathedral is that it is cool inside. It also houses the tomb of General José de San Martín, the liberator of Argentina. Gaston, our guide on the first day, said that San Martín is the only politician that all Argentines like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KJdmvgftPyo/TVu8Sh0nekI/AAAAAAAABpY/LlB2DypW3w0/s1600/Cat+Met+San+Martin2.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KJdmvgftPyo/TVu8Sh0nekI/AAAAAAAABpY/LlB2DypW3w0/s320/Cat+Met+San+Martin2.JPG" width="254" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The church also has beautiful mosaic floors, a silver alter, and a domed ceiling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QTbbM_p_e6E/TVu9gEKT3zI/AAAAAAAABpg/Vkx_o2mt8G8/s1600/Cat+Met+Floor.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QTbbM_p_e6E/TVu9gEKT3zI/AAAAAAAABpg/Vkx_o2mt8G8/s200/Cat+Met+Floor.JPG" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-akeTXlO0UN0/TVu-Fme49JI/AAAAAAAABpk/yqEJoEofhGw/s1600/Cat+Met+alter.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="138" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-akeTXlO0UN0/TVu-Fme49JI/AAAAAAAABpk/yqEJoEofhGw/s200/Cat+Met+alter.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3E6pGUsnoxs/TVu-Z2xBifI/AAAAAAAABpo/sNO088Y_SXc/s1600/Cat+Met+Dome.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3E6pGUsnoxs/TVu-Z2xBifI/AAAAAAAABpo/sNO088Y_SXc/s200/Cat+Met+Dome.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again we needed refreshment after all of this touring. We headed for Café Tortini for a Submarino. A Submarino is hot milk with a bar of chocolate; in the case of Café Tortoni, the chocolate is shaped like a submarine. You stir the chocolate into the milk and yumminess ensues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XHra8wW-4I8/TVu_WxypiAI/AAAAAAAABps/RnV772N5xp4/s1600/Submarino.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="241" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XHra8wW-4I8/TVu_WxypiAI/AAAAAAAABps/RnV772N5xp4/s320/Submarino.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29625838-3951157296921025225?l=travelingwithsueandmike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://travelingwithsueandmike.blogspot.com/feeds/3951157296921025225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://travelingwithsueandmike.blogspot.com/2011/02/catedral-metropolitana.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29625838/posts/default/3951157296921025225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29625838/posts/default/3951157296921025225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://travelingwithsueandmike.blogspot.com/2011/02/catedral-metropolitana.html' title='Catedral Metropolitana'/><author><name>Sue V</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06396517609752173502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zQxWnrzwnsQ/TjrTl_5WdQI/AAAAAAAAB4c/lH21LpZTkvc/s220/Sue-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-k8orit4L3uY/TVu53LnYKZI/AAAAAAAABpU/Sku4hxqtpc0/s72-c/Cat+Met+Exterior.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29625838.post-907938383437080287</id><published>2011-02-15T10:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-15T10:51:09.666-08:00</updated><title type='text'>La Biela de Recoleta</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/43/113963841_a34de5cc17.jpg?v=0" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="150" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/43/113963841_a34de5cc17.jpg?v=0" style="float: right; height: 204px; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; width: 271px;" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Buenos Aires is a big city (13 million+) but feels much smaller because it is a really collection of distinctive neighborhoods. We are staying in Recoleta, a quieter upscale part of town with lots of parks and tree-lined streets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neighborhoods need hang-outs, places for people to gather, and Recoleta has La Biela, where we stopped for lunch today. It is a large, light airy place that extends out into the park. La Biela means "connecting rod" and it carries a double meaning in this case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, it refers to the literal connecting rod that holds an auto's pistons to the crankshaft, the piece of forged metal that keeps the engine from tearing itself apart as gasoline explodes in the cylinders. This meaning honors the auto racing champions and fans who have for decades gathered in this room to drink coffee and talk their sport.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SL_S1DNnxiI/TFGKW5IMHAI/AAAAAAAAG4I/y262qy1yMr8/s1600/DSC00460.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SL_S1DNnxiI/TFGKW5IMHAI/AAAAAAAAG4I/y262qy1yMr8/s1600/DSC00460.JPG" style="float: right; height: 273px; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; width: 205px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The cafe is decorated with auto racing photos, posters and trophies from the 1930s to the present. It was very interesting to see two young women excited to have their photo taken in front of a portrait of Juan Manuel Fangio, the great Argentinean Grand Prix world champion of the 1950s.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other type of connecting rod? Well, as I said before, every neighborhood needs someplace where people can gather, connect and re-connect. La Biela seems like the perfect social connecting rod to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What did we eat and drink? Sue had a sandwich of Serrano-style  ham, a fruit salad and sparkling water. I drank "chopp" (the local term for a small draft beer) and the cafe's signature sandwich of pounded beef tenderloin with lettuce, tomato, cheese, and hard-boiled egg.  Very tasty and satisfying!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29625838-907938383437080287?l=travelingwithsueandmike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://travelingwithsueandmike.blogspot.com/feeds/907938383437080287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://travelingwithsueandmike.blogspot.com/2011/02/la-biela-de-recoleta.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29625838/posts/default/907938383437080287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29625838/posts/default/907938383437080287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://travelingwithsueandmike.blogspot.com/2011/02/la-biela-de-recoleta.html' title='La Biela de Recoleta'/><author><name>Michael Veseth</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_syIzNWT8AeA/S-hLXA0ZBMI/AAAAAAAAAec/BI6EWmZAjXE/S220/headshot.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SL_S1DNnxiI/TFGKW5IMHAI/AAAAAAAAG4I/y262qy1yMr8/s72-c/DSC00460.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29625838.post-5830003572068938089</id><published>2011-02-14T03:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-14T03:59:48.154-08:00</updated><title type='text'>To Market, to Market</title><content type='html'>On a warm, sunny Sunday, it seemed that a good deal of Buenos Aires was at the San Telmo market. The main market is about antiques; the fringes are filled with tourist &lt;strike&gt;junk&lt;/strike&gt; treasures. The antiques market has a bit of everything: linens, china, silver, crystal, buttons, jewelry, books, toys, pictures, records, money, you name it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PXb9vLNheSQ/TVhkyoQagII/AAAAAAAABos/a2PzInhz6EY/s1600/ST+Linens.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PXb9vLNheSQ/TVhkyoQagII/AAAAAAAABos/a2PzInhz6EY/s200/ST+Linens.JPG" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rHBU1osrIjY/TVhmdpzbtII/AAAAAAAABo0/eBGcl6hQ_TY/s1600/ST+Plates.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="188" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rHBU1osrIjY/TVhmdpzbtII/AAAAAAAABo0/eBGcl6hQ_TY/s200/ST+Plates.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8jVu3y2H-ek/TVhmqFJrvuI/AAAAAAAABo4/zj_Pxjg7nDo/s1600/ST+Silver.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="128" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8jVu3y2H-ek/TVhmqFJrvuI/AAAAAAAABo4/zj_Pxjg7nDo/s200/ST+Silver.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-L8S_yM9XFL4/TVhlJx8ehlI/AAAAAAAABow/eYCVDhVQ_x0/s1600/ST+Money.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="164" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-L8S_yM9XFL4/TVhlJx8ehlI/AAAAAAAABow/eYCVDhVQ_x0/s200/ST+Money.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fruit and vegetable market provided supplies for tomorrow's breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FJvzJjZgEmA/TVhn6zNqyqI/AAAAAAAABo8/Ujr1eJLFO4k/s1600/ST+Fruit+veg.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FJvzJjZgEmA/TVhn6zNqyqI/AAAAAAAABo8/Ujr1eJLFO4k/s320/ST+Fruit+veg.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We enjoyed a big ol' piece of grilled beef for lunch at La Brigada, a restaurant recommended by our friend Lauri. The beef was special -- raised on the restaurant's own estancia. Wine choice was a Rutini Malbec-Cabernet Sauvignon blend, which was perfect with the meat. What do you expect to pay for a dinner-sized lunch for four with a large piece of meat, Caprese salads, fried potatoes, wine, water and coffee? About $125US. Heck of a deal.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29625838-5830003572068938089?l=travelingwithsueandmike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://travelingwithsueandmike.blogspot.com/feeds/5830003572068938089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://travelingwithsueandmike.blogspot.com/2011/02/to-market-to-market.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29625838/posts/default/5830003572068938089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29625838/posts/default/5830003572068938089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://travelingwithsueandmike.blogspot.com/2011/02/to-market-to-market.html' title='To Market, to Market'/><author><name>Sue V</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06396517609752173502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zQxWnrzwnsQ/TjrTl_5WdQI/AAAAAAAAB4c/lH21LpZTkvc/s220/Sue-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PXb9vLNheSQ/TVhkyoQagII/AAAAAAAABos/a2PzInhz6EY/s72-c/ST+Linens.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29625838.post-7686461008158242822</id><published>2011-02-13T04:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-13T04:48:03.702-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Recoleta Cemetary</title><content type='html'>Most visitors to Buenos Aires visit the Recoleta Cemetary. And for good reason if you have an interest in history or architecture. Some of the "residents" represent wealth and power of Argentina.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like Evita. If you are important enough, people and groups will add plaques in your honor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6bYS9PDayvY/TVfP7tbyuAI/AAAAAAAABoQ/q2DKf_dvtGM/s1600/P1000246.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6bYS9PDayvY/TVfP7tbyuAI/AAAAAAAABoQ/q2DKf_dvtGM/s320/P1000246.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As to architecture, look at these.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-trHTJ13y2OY/TVfPnNVT9mI/AAAAAAAABoM/gjs2IUmgipE/s1600/P1000255.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-trHTJ13y2OY/TVfPnNVT9mI/AAAAAAAABoM/gjs2IUmgipE/s200/P1000255.JPG" width="162" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QnNu0aNkkh0/TVfSf1MOarI/AAAAAAAABoo/LwlaoQNQylg/s1600/P1000260.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QnNu0aNkkh0/TVfSf1MOarI/AAAAAAAABoo/LwlaoQNQylg/s320/P1000260.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29625838-7686461008158242822?l=travelingwithsueandmike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://travelingwithsueandmike.blogspot.com/feeds/7686461008158242822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://travelingwithsueandmike.blogspot.com/2011/02/recoleta-cemetary.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29625838/posts/default/7686461008158242822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29625838/posts/default/7686461008158242822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://travelingwithsueandmike.blogspot.com/2011/02/recoleta-cemetary.html' title='Recoleta Cemetary'/><author><name>Sue V</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06396517609752173502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zQxWnrzwnsQ/TjrTl_5WdQI/AAAAAAAAB4c/lH21LpZTkvc/s220/Sue-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6bYS9PDayvY/TVfP7tbyuAI/AAAAAAAABoQ/q2DKf_dvtGM/s72-c/P1000246.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29625838.post-8799437952445443213</id><published>2011-02-12T06:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-12T06:23:11.491-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome to Buenos Aires</title><content type='html'>We started our visit to Buenos Aires with a walking tour offered by BA Free Tour of the main political areas. We started with the national Congress...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Kf8m8PEIlz0/TVaTIL7YDiI/AAAAAAAABn8/lP_VJLaVz40/s1600/P1000212.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Kf8m8PEIlz0/TVaTIL7YDiI/AAAAAAAABn8/lP_VJLaVz40/s320/P1000212.JPG" width="251" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...saw the Pink House, which is the president's office (but not residence); the small flag denotes that the president is at work in the building, according to our guide Gaston, whose face is in the picture...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-V3gv_jv3XsU/TVaS3flSniI/AAAAAAAABn4/lMcOPEQuaBU/s1600/P1000236.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-V3gv_jv3XsU/TVaS3flSniI/AAAAAAAABn4/lMcOPEQuaBU/s320/P1000236.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...the white handkerchief symbol of the mothers of the Plaza de Mayo who protested the disappearance of the children during the military rule...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KEiJqEJCCKY/TVaVcCJh2gI/AAAAAAAABoE/moXa-kZ14zc/s1600/P1000229.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KEiJqEJCCKY/TVaVcCJh2gI/AAAAAAAABoE/moXa-kZ14zc/s320/P1000229.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...and the Barolo Palace with its tributes to Dante.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7Q7lmoOrEjY/TVaVDTPToRI/AAAAAAAABoA/kpdU4s9DKr0/s1600/P1000225.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7Q7lmoOrEjY/TVaVDTPToRI/AAAAAAAABoA/kpdU4s9DKr0/s320/P1000225.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our apartment is very nice, conveniently located, and air conditioned (after all, it is summer here).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gTt-Ipdw0tU/TVaXB6JdhwI/AAAAAAAABoI/tgkls4cNmsw/s1600/P1000204.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gTt-Ipdw0tU/TVaXB6JdhwI/AAAAAAAABoI/tgkls4cNmsw/s320/P1000204.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This post is short on details but being a tourist is a full-time job.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29625838-8799437952445443213?l=travelingwithsueandmike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://travelingwithsueandmike.blogspot.com/feeds/8799437952445443213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://travelingwithsueandmike.blogspot.com/2011/02/welcome-to-buenos-aires.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29625838/posts/default/8799437952445443213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29625838/posts/default/8799437952445443213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://travelingwithsueandmike.blogspot.com/2011/02/welcome-to-buenos-aires.html' title='Welcome to Buenos Aires'/><author><name>Sue V</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06396517609752173502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zQxWnrzwnsQ/TjrTl_5WdQI/AAAAAAAAB4c/lH21LpZTkvc/s220/Sue-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Kf8m8PEIlz0/TVaTIL7YDiI/AAAAAAAABn8/lP_VJLaVz40/s72-c/P1000212.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29625838.post-5453123218225030362</id><published>2010-04-27T08:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-27T09:20:31.036-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Return to Stags Leap</title><content type='html'>About 30 years ago, we spent some time in Napa Valley. At the time, we were especially taken with the wines from the Stags Leap District. So, when Mike had an opportunity to attend the Stags Leap District &lt;a href="http://www.stagsleapdistrict.com/store/index.php" target="_blank"&gt;Vineyard to Vintner&lt;/a&gt; event, we jumped at it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day started with a seminar with three highly regarded Stags Leap District winemakers (below, left to right): Elias Fernandez of Shafer Vineyards, moderator Leslie Sbrocco, Elizabeth Vianna of Chimney Rock Winery, and Jon Emmerich of Silverado Vineyards. These rock star winemakers provided an interesting perspective on their wines and their vintages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4fKSQdu7CGc/S9cBvanvStI/AAAAAAAABYY/3m7LRBk2PWE/s1600/P1080455.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 238px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4fKSQdu7CGc/S9cBvanvStI/AAAAAAAABYY/3m7LRBk2PWE/s320/P1080455.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464838586948864722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;During the seminar we tasted 1999 and 2005 vintages from each of the three wineries. Three wineries, six wines, each wonderful and distinctive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4fKSQdu7CGc/S9cBu1U9pfI/AAAAAAAABYQ/uVGCPsZO21Q/s1600/P1080443.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4fKSQdu7CGc/S9cBu1U9pfI/AAAAAAAABYQ/uVGCPsZO21Q/s320/P1080443.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464838576938001906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then toured wineries, including Stag's Leap Wine Cellars, one we visited during that visit 30 years ago. It has grown enormously since then, but the original building, with the doors made from old barrels, is still there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4fKSQdu7CGc/S9cBvuT3_KI/AAAAAAAABYg/lQzapT01lpU/s1600/P1080465.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4fKSQdu7CGc/S9cBvuT3_KI/AAAAAAAABYg/lQzapT01lpU/s320/P1080465.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464838592234257570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These barrels are stacked five deep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4fKSQdu7CGc/S9cD1dk85rI/AAAAAAAABYo/ijyJfwHlWwU/s1600/P1080471.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4fKSQdu7CGc/S9cD1dk85rI/AAAAAAAABYo/ijyJfwHlWwU/s320/P1080471.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464840889844950706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Sunday, we went to &lt;a href="http://www.tressabores.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Tres Sabores&lt;/a&gt; to visit with winemaker Julie Johnson and her husband and wine consultant Jon Engelskirger (Julie is the mother of one of Mike's former students). Their friends from &lt;a href="http://www.trollbridgecellars.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Troll Bridge Cellars&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a&gt; stopped by, which expanded and enhanced the experience. We were excited that friends Lowell and Dorothy were able to join us for several hours of fabulous wine and conversation. Mike and I and Lowell and Dorothy topped off the day with an outstanding dinner at &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bistrojeanty.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Bistro Jeanty.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4fKSQdu7CGc/S9cD2IewUoI/AAAAAAAABY4/J0Tn1fxuqRM/s1600/P1080499.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 257px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4fKSQdu7CGc/S9cD2IewUoI/AAAAAAAABY4/J0Tn1fxuqRM/s320/P1080499.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464840901361685122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;We had great weather, great wine, great scenery. I hope we can return before another 30 years passes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4fKSQdu7CGc/S9cD1zsAv0I/AAAAAAAABYw/_FkSK1g8ulU/s1600/P1080480.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 205px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4fKSQdu7CGc/S9cD1zsAv0I/AAAAAAAABYw/_FkSK1g8ulU/s320/P1080480.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464840895780142914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4fKSQdu7CGc/S9cEs14w9ZI/AAAAAAAABZQ/wbeddQt_U90/s1600/P1080491.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4fKSQdu7CGc/S9cEs14w9ZI/AAAAAAAABZQ/wbeddQt_U90/s320/P1080491.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464841841263310226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4fKSQdu7CGc/S9cEsZSdotI/AAAAAAAABZI/LUSa3LAJtGo/s1600/P1080481.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4fKSQdu7CGc/S9cEsZSdotI/AAAAAAAABZI/LUSa3LAJtGo/s320/P1080481.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464841833586467538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29625838-5453123218225030362?l=travelingwithsueandmike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://travelingwithsueandmike.blogspot.com/feeds/5453123218225030362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://travelingwithsueandmike.blogspot.com/2010/04/return-to-stags-leap.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29625838/posts/default/5453123218225030362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29625838/posts/default/5453123218225030362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://travelingwithsueandmike.blogspot.com/2010/04/return-to-stags-leap.html' title='Return to Stags Leap'/><author><name>Sue V</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06396517609752173502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zQxWnrzwnsQ/TjrTl_5WdQI/AAAAAAAAB4c/lH21LpZTkvc/s220/Sue-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4fKSQdu7CGc/S9cBvanvStI/AAAAAAAABYY/3m7LRBk2PWE/s72-c/P1080455.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29625838.post-1971598678462514518</id><published>2009-01-08T09:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T09:55:05.675-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tucson'/><title type='text'>Tucson 2008</title><content type='html'>We escaped the snow and headed to Tucson to visit friends Michael and Nancy. The week started out cold and wet, warmed to the 70s, and ended with more rain. Nevertheless, we enjoyed our visit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The atmospheric scenery from Michael and Nancy's porch:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4fKSQdu7CGc/SWY7JLYakbI/AAAAAAAAA5M/iyJbdclLtnU/s1600-h/P1050786.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4fKSQdu7CGc/SWY7JLYakbI/AAAAAAAAA5M/iyJbdclLtnU/s320/P1050786.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288979841253282226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chef Michael cooked (the roast turned out to be much better than the fire would suggest):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4fKSQdu7CGc/SWY7Jda6teI/AAAAAAAAA5U/nSesCMlPDXc/s1600-h/P1050818.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 259px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4fKSQdu7CGc/SWY7Jda6teI/AAAAAAAAA5U/nSesCMlPDXc/s320/P1050818.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288979846095615458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;We also took advantage of some of Tucson's great restaurants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4fKSQdu7CGc/SWY8fNTgJVI/AAAAAAAAA6E/WBJIxNH68L8/s1600-h/P1050877.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 228px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4fKSQdu7CGc/SWY8fNTgJVI/AAAAAAAAA6E/WBJIxNH68L8/s320/P1050877.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288981319238296914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We visited Tohono Chul garden. Garden staff protected the saguaro cacti from cold weather.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4fKSQdu7CGc/SWY7KPSBRLI/AAAAAAAAA5c/JmayJAEG9QU/s1600-h/P1050826.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 235px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4fKSQdu7CGc/SWY7KPSBRLI/AAAAAAAAA5c/JmayJAEG9QU/s320/P1050826.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288979859480069298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4fKSQdu7CGc/SWY7KuSJkdI/AAAAAAAAA5k/jq-w6xYNXD8/s1600-h/P1050835.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4fKSQdu7CGc/SWY7KuSJkdI/AAAAAAAAA5k/jq-w6xYNXD8/s320/P1050835.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288979867802112466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went horseback riding near Colossal Cave. The riders and their horses: Michael M. on Mike, Nancy on Comet, Sue on C.B. and Michael V. on Ted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4fKSQdu7CGc/SWY8Z14NPMI/AAAAAAAAA5s/9Peikgf3Oww/s1600-h/P1050852.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 260px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4fKSQdu7CGc/SWY8Z14NPMI/AAAAAAAAA5s/9Peikgf3Oww/s320/P1050852.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288981227050450114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;We took a walk in Ventana Canyon, enjoying spectacular scenery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4fKSQdu7CGc/SWY8baWoV2I/AAAAAAAAA50/SaWQ8QgDRng/s1600-h/P1050858.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4fKSQdu7CGc/SWY8baWoV2I/AAAAAAAAA50/SaWQ8QgDRng/s320/P1050858.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288981254021601122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4fKSQdu7CGc/SWY8cWGz_fI/AAAAAAAAA58/QAkfmSDtkGA/s1600-h/P1050862.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4fKSQdu7CGc/SWY8cWGz_fI/AAAAAAAAA58/QAkfmSDtkGA/s320/P1050862.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288981270061383154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Thanks to our gracious hosts Michael and Nancy for a wonderful Tucson visit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29625838-1971598678462514518?l=travelingwithsueandmike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://travelingwithsueandmike.blogspot.com/feeds/1971598678462514518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://travelingwithsueandmike.blogspot.com/2009/01/tucson-2008.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29625838/posts/default/1971598678462514518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29625838/posts/default/1971598678462514518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://travelingwithsueandmike.blogspot.com/2009/01/tucson-2008.html' title='Tucson 2008'/><author><name>Sue V</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06396517609752173502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zQxWnrzwnsQ/TjrTl_5WdQI/AAAAAAAAB4c/lH21LpZTkvc/s220/Sue-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4fKSQdu7CGc/SWY7JLYakbI/AAAAAAAAA5M/iyJbdclLtnU/s72-c/P1050786.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29625838.post-1157455432802728904</id><published>2007-07-03T09:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T09:43:41.127-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Museum of Glass'/><title type='text'>Local Travel</title><content type='html'>The Hot Shop at the &lt;a href="http://www.museumofglass.org/" target="_blank"&gt;Museum of Glass&lt;/a&gt; is a great place to hang out, a place to watch Hot Shop staff and visiting artists, such as Greg Owen. During our visit he made a white vase and a cranberry vase, each with a glass mosaic design. We didn't see the finished products because they had to spend time in the annealing oven, but they sure looked good going in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3ote9uab1mo/Rop-unpJYxI/AAAAAAAAAFk/iOeiQu2XEXo/s1600-h/P1020441.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3ote9uab1mo/Rop-unpJYxI/AAAAAAAAAFk/iOeiQu2XEXo/s320/P1020441.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083014468821672722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3ote9uab1mo/Rop-u3pJYyI/AAAAAAAAAFs/AbkW0CcV_Vk/s1600-h/P1020448.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3ote9uab1mo/Rop-u3pJYyI/AAAAAAAAAFs/AbkW0CcV_Vk/s320/P1020448.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083014473116640034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3ote9uab1mo/Rop-u3pJYzI/AAAAAAAAAF0/CghKAD4aDOU/s1600-h/P1020458.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3ote9uab1mo/Rop-u3pJYzI/AAAAAAAAAF0/CghKAD4aDOU/s320/P1020458.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083014473116640050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29625838-1157455432802728904?l=travelingwithsueandmike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://travelingwithsueandmike.blogspot.com/feeds/1157455432802728904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://travelingwithsueandmike.blogspot.com/2007/07/local-travel.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29625838/posts/default/1157455432802728904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29625838/posts/default/1157455432802728904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://travelingwithsueandmike.blogspot.com/2007/07/local-travel.html' title='Local Travel'/><author><name>Sue &amp;amp; Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05453542659402678857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://veseth.8bit-micro.com/suemike.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3ote9uab1mo/Rop-unpJYxI/AAAAAAAAAFk/iOeiQu2XEXo/s72-c/P1020441.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29625838.post-2686635499044558730</id><published>2007-06-28T08:33:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T09:43:42.408-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kenai Fjords'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='glacier'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sea lion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='whale'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Alaska'/><title type='text'>Glaciers</title><content type='html'>Seward is the entry point for &lt;a href="http://www.kenai.fjords.national-park.com/" target=""&gt;Kenai Fjords National Park.&lt;/a&gt; Kenai Fjords is all about fjords (obviously) and glaciers and critters. Exit Glacier is one of the most accessible. It's called Exit Glacier because it is retreating. Markers show how far the glacier has retreated since the 1890s.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exit Glacier is a short walk from a park visitor center. Much of it is uphill but it's still relatively easy. You can get fairly close to the glacier but you can't walk right up to it any more. Apparently a few years ago a chunk of ice fell off and almost clunked a tourist. Also, the ground from the viewing area to the glacier is very steep over loose, slippery rocks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style=""&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3ote9uab1mo/RoPVRnpJYoI/AAAAAAAAAEc/UkgcGWTe1tQ/s1600-h/P1020350.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3ote9uab1mo/RoPVRnpJYoI/AAAAAAAAAEc/UkgcGWTe1tQ/s320/P1020350.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081139303280108162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, it's really blue, which has to do with the way the ice is compacted and light is reflected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3ote9uab1mo/RoPVQ3pJYmI/AAAAAAAAAEM/ta6OUn2OQoI/s1600-h/P1020340.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3ote9uab1mo/RoPVQ3pJYmI/AAAAAAAAAEM/ta6OUn2OQoI/s320/P1020340.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081139290395206242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;This is what glaciers leave behind: rock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3ote9uab1mo/RoPVRXpJYnI/AAAAAAAAAEU/Vqr28gWoYWw/s1600-h/P1020348.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 264px; height: 198px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3ote9uab1mo/RoPVRXpJYnI/AAAAAAAAAEU/Vqr28gWoYWw/s320/P1020348.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081139298985140850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seeing the big glaciers, such as Aialik Glacier, requires a cruise from Seward, through Resurrection Bay and into the Gulf of Alaska. On a good days, the ocean in the Gulf of Alaska is not the smoothest you'll ever find. We had a less-than-good day but, we were told, not a really bad day. Rain, wind and waves made the cruising part less than wonderful, but the views of the glacier were worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also experienced a lot of sea ice and our captain had to navigate carefully through the ice. We had just watched an episode of "Deadliest Catch" in which a crab boat almost became stuck or crushed in sea ice. Coincidence?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3ote9uab1mo/RoPX93pJYpI/AAAAAAAAAEk/-paE7xnCKe0/s1600-h/P1020398.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3ote9uab1mo/RoPX93pJYpI/AAAAAAAAAEk/-paE7xnCKe0/s320/P1020398.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081142262512575122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3ote9uab1mo/RoPX-HpJYqI/AAAAAAAAAEs/GjkBUo_B_60/s1600-h/P1020413.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3ote9uab1mo/RoPX-HpJYqI/AAAAAAAAAEs/GjkBUo_B_60/s320/P1020413.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081142266807542434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3ote9uab1mo/RoPX-XpJYrI/AAAAAAAAAE0/-Ef2RD2NAHg/s1600-h/P1020410.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3ote9uab1mo/RoPX-XpJYrI/AAAAAAAAAE0/-Ef2RD2NAHg/s320/P1020410.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081142271102509746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Kenai Fjords tourists often see critters, such as puffins (no photo), humpback whales&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3ote9uab1mo/RoPZdHpJYsI/AAAAAAAAAE8/jshRrCm06Hs/s1600-h/P1020376.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3ote9uab1mo/RoPZdHpJYsI/AAAAAAAAAE8/jshRrCm06Hs/s320/P1020376.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081143898895114946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;and Steller sea lions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3ote9uab1mo/RoPZdXpJYtI/AAAAAAAAAFE/1OAKevnLtiU/s1600-h/P1020421.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3ote9uab1mo/RoPZdXpJYtI/AAAAAAAAAFE/1OAKevnLtiU/s320/P1020421.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081143903190082258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/29625838-2686635499044558730?l=travelingwithsueandmike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://travelingwithsueandmike.blogspot.com/feeds/2686635499044558730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://travelingwithsueandmike.blogspot.com/2007/06/glaciers.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29625838/posts/default/2686635499044558730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29625838/posts/default/2686635499044558730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://travelingwithsueandmike.blogspot.com/2007/06/glaciers.html' title='Glaciers'/><author><name>Sue &amp;amp; Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05453542659402678857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://veseth.8bit-micro.com/suemike.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3ote9uab1mo/RoPVRnpJYoI/AAAAAAAAAEc/UkgcGWTe1tQ/s72-c/P1020350.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29625838.post-7021399530431480319</id><published>2007-06-27T08:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T09:43:43.609-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Alaska'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Homer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ninilchik'/><title type='text'>Where the Road Ends</title><content type='html'>The road ends in Homer, Alaska. Along the way, you see more gorgeous scenery. A 70,000-acre wildfire on the Kenai Peninsula made the air a little smoky and hazy, but did not diminish the beauty of the landscape.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3ote9uab1mo/RoKG13pJYfI/AAAAAAAAADU/7BSVopl7Ix0/s1600-h/P1020253.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3ote9uab1mo/RoKG13pJYfI/AAAAAAAAADU/7BSVopl7Ix0/s320/P1020253.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080771589655060978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;A Russian Orthodox church in Ninilchik is evidence of the Russian presence in Alaska.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3ote9uab1mo/RoKG13pJYgI/AAAAAAAAADc/4gPgWShtGR0/s1600-h/P1020254.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3ote9uab1mo/RoKG13pJYgI/AAAAAAAAADc/4gPgWShtGR0/s320/P1020254.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080771589655060994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The end of the road is the end of the Homer spit and the mountains beyond.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3ote9uab1mo/RoKHxHpJYhI/AAAAAAAAADk/AgUNPiTRVL8/s1600-h/P1020291.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3ote9uab1mo/RoKHxHpJYhI/AAAAAAAAADk/AgUNPiTRVL8/s320/P1020291.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080772607562310162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3ote9uab1mo/RoKHxnpJYkI/AAAAAAAAAD8/yc4nuiGJgLc/s1600-h/P1020331.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3ote9uab1mo/RoKHxnpJYkI/AAAAAAAAAD8/yc4nuiGJgLc/s320/P1020331.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080772616152244802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Homer is all about halibut and halibut fishing. The road on the Homer spit is lined with charter fishing outfits, RV and camping spots, fish processing businesses, restaurants and tourist shops. The harbor is packed with boats — commercial fishing boats, charter fishing boats and personal  boats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3ote9uab1mo/RoKHxnpJYlI/AAAAAAAAAEE/R3ipuUuLMWI/s1600-h/P1020324.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3ote9uab1mo/RoKHxnpJYlI/AAAAAAAAAEE/R3ipuUuLMWI/s320/P1020324.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080772616152244818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3ote9uab1mo/RoKHxXpJYjI/AAAAAAAAAD0/kCVVeqeeU1U/s1600-h/P1020322.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 297px; height: 220px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3ote9uab1mo/RoKHxXpJYjI/AAAAAAAAAD0/kCVVeqeeU1U/s320/P1020322.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080772611857277490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29625838-7021399530431480319?l=travelingwithsueandmike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://travelingwithsueandmike.blogspot.com/feeds/7021399530431480319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://travelingwithsueandmike.blogspot.com/2007/06/where-road-ends.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29625838/posts/default/7021399530431480319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29625838/posts/default/7021399530431480319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://travelingwithsueandmike.blogspot.com/2007/06/where-road-ends.html' title='Where the Road Ends'/><author><name>Sue &amp;amp; Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05453542659402678857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://veseth.8bit-micro.com/suemike.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3ote9uab1mo/RoKG13pJYfI/AAAAAAAAADU/7BSVopl7Ix0/s72-c/P1020253.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29625838.post-8548239742134570824</id><published>2007-06-25T10:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T09:43:44.666-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Alaska'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Richardson Highway'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pipeline'/><title type='text'>Richardson Highway</title><content type='html'>Can you stand any more pictures of beautiful scenery? The Richardson Highway between Anchorage and Fairbanks offers some of the best. It's a longer route than the Denali Highway but well worth the extra time. Plenty of turn-outs along the road accommodate photos as well as the oooh-aaaah-ing that comes naturally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3ote9uab1mo/RoACcvRg6KI/AAAAAAAAAC0/w1DpnklEZDk/s1600-h/P1020194.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080063072423438498" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3ote9uab1mo/RoACcvRg6KI/AAAAAAAAAC0/w1DpnklEZDk/s320/P1020194.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3ote9uab1mo/RoACc_Rg6NI/AAAAAAAAADM/rBPQMCPoo7c/s1600-h/P1020217.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080063076718405842" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3ote9uab1mo/RoACc_Rg6NI/AAAAAAAAADM/rBPQMCPoo7c/s320/P1020217.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3ote9uab1mo/RoACc_Rg6MI/AAAAAAAAADE/V9lxULvPYVo/s1600-h/P1020211.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080063076718405826" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3ote9uab1mo/RoACc_Rg6MI/AAAAAAAAADE/V9lxULvPYVo/s320/P1020211.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3ote9uab1mo/RoACcvRg6LI/AAAAAAAAAC8/iEolAG68FBU/s1600-h/P1020207.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080063072423438514" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3ote9uab1mo/RoACcvRg6LI/AAAAAAAAAC8/iEolAG68FBU/s320/P1020207.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Even the Trans-Alaska pipeline is scenic. The Richardson Highway also offers many views of the Trans-Alaska oil pipeline, including this  crossing at the Tanana River. According to one sign posting, the oil travels through the 800-mile-long pipeline at 5.9 miles per hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3ote9uab1mo/RoACcfRg6JI/AAAAAAAAACs/oeoWdlLMeXQ/s1600-h/P1020184.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080063068128471186" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3ote9uab1mo/RoACcfRg6JI/AAAAAAAAACs/oeoWdlLMeXQ/s320/P1020184.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29625838-8548239742134570824?l=travelingwithsueandmike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://travelingwithsueandmike.blogspot.com/feeds/8548239742134570824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://travelingwithsueandmike.blogspot.com/2007/06/richardson-highway.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29625838/posts/default/8548239742134570824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29625838/posts/default/8548239742134570824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://travelingwithsueandmike.blogspot.com/2007/06/richardson-highway.html' title='Richardson Highway'/><author><name>Sue &amp;amp; Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05453542659402678857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://veseth.8bit-micro.com/suemike.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3ote9uab1mo/RoACcvRg6KI/AAAAAAAAAC0/w1DpnklEZDk/s72-c/P1020194.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29625838.post-1734815568198308804</id><published>2007-06-21T10:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T09:43:47.342-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Denali'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Alaska'/><title type='text'>Denali</title><content type='html'>After a while, the word "spectacular" starts to become meaningless when applied to Denali National Park. Even on a cloudy day, as we experienced, the park is beautiful and — spectacular. We never saw the whole of Denali (Mount McKinley) because of the clouds, but we didn't feel deprived.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The scenery was partly what we expected: snow-covered peaks, glaciers, spruce forest. Unexpected were the vast, flat plains and moraines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did see critters — hares, ground squirrels, Dall sheep, caribou and brown bears (which are really blond in Denali) — but mostly too far away or too quick to photograph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did we mention that the secenery was spectacular?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3ote9uab1mo/Rnq7LPRg6CI/AAAAAAAAAB0/TXUIRjEnFm0/s1600-h/P1020085.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078577331566602274" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3ote9uab1mo/Rnq7LPRg6CI/AAAAAAAAAB0/TXUIRjEnFm0/s320/P1020085.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3ote9uab1mo/Rnq7LPRg6DI/AAAAAAAAAB8/zgOjUIUqyH4/s1600-h/P1020092.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078577331566602290" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3ote9uab1mo/Rnq7LPRg6DI/AAAAAAAAAB8/zgOjUIUqyH4/s320/P1020092.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3ote9uab1mo/Rnq8A_Rg6EI/AAAAAAAAACE/_t8vriUoGWw/s1600-h/P1020116.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078578254984570946" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3ote9uab1mo/Rnq8A_Rg6EI/AAAAAAAAACE/_t8vriUoGWw/s320/P1020116.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3ote9uab1mo/Rnq8BfRg6II/AAAAAAAAACk/kQ1AvHuJfSs/s1600-h/P1020135.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078578263574505602" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3ote9uab1mo/Rnq8BfRg6II/AAAAAAAAACk/kQ1AvHuJfSs/s320/P1020135.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3ote9uab1mo/Rnq8BPRg6FI/AAAAAAAAACM/mtfOGlrlSa0/s1600-h/P1020119.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078578259279538258" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3ote9uab1mo/Rnq8BPRg6FI/AAAAAAAAACM/mtfOGlrlSa0/s320/P1020119.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3ote9uab1mo/Rnq8BPRg6GI/AAAAAAAAACU/usk-hgHlW14/s1600-h/P1020120.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078578259279538274" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3ote9uab1mo/Rnq8BPRg6GI/AAAAAAAAACU/usk-hgHlW14/s320/P1020120.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3ote9uab1mo/Rnq8BPRg6HI/AAAAAAAAACc/RyHN3srBu1U/s1600-h/P1020134.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078578259279538290" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3ote9uab1mo/Rnq8BPRg6HI/AAAAAAAAACc/RyHN3srBu1U/s320/P1020134.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29625838-1734815568198308804?l=travelingwithsueandmike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://travelingwithsueandmike.blogspot.com/feeds/1734815568198308804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://travelingwithsueandmike.blogspot.com/2007/06/denali.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29625838/posts/default/1734815568198308804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29625838/posts/default/1734815568198308804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://travelingwithsueandmike.blogspot.com/2007/06/denali.html' title='Denali'/><author><name>Sue &amp;amp; Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05453542659402678857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://veseth.8bit-micro.com/suemike.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3ote9uab1mo/Rnq7LPRg6CI/AAAAAAAAAB0/TXUIRjEnFm0/s72-c/P1020085.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29625838.post-2678045412636181835</id><published>2007-06-16T18:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T09:43:48.400-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='glacier'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Alaska'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Portage'/><title type='text'>We Saw a Bear!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3ote9uab1mo/RnSP9PRg58I/AAAAAAAAABE/cOwo9u3bduI/s1600-h/P1020072.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076840962188175298" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 212px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 161px" height="193" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3ote9uab1mo/RnSP9PRg58I/AAAAAAAAABE/cOwo9u3bduI/s320/P1020072.JPG" width="243" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This little black bear stopped traffic on the road near the visitor center at Portage Glacier. Black bears can be dangerous, so we photographed him from a safe distance away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Portage is about 40 miles south of Anchorage. The visitor center offers more spectacular Alaska scenery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3ote9uab1mo/RnSQmPRg59I/AAAAAAAAABM/Pxlzu0DH9LE/s1600-h/P1020042.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076841666562811858" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3ote9uab1mo/RnSQmPRg59I/AAAAAAAAABM/Pxlzu0DH9LE/s320/P1020042.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And an iceberg. Okay, maybe not a Titanic-sized iceberg, but an iceberg nonetheless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3ote9uab1mo/RnSQmPRg5-I/AAAAAAAAABU/HncSy4EXl2o/s1600-h/P1020049.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076841666562811874" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3ote9uab1mo/RnSQmPRg5-I/AAAAAAAAABU/HncSy4EXl2o/s320/P1020049.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also make a short hike to Byron Glacier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3ote9uab1mo/RnSSJPRg5_I/AAAAAAAAABc/P3lVYkIu7No/s1600-h/P1020019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076843367369861106" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3ote9uab1mo/RnSSJPRg5_I/AAAAAAAAABc/P3lVYkIu7No/s320/P1020019.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3ote9uab1mo/RnSSJPRg6AI/AAAAAAAAABk/nm0S8yQ2Xxk/s1600-h/P1020040.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076843367369861122" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3ote9uab1mo/RnSSJPRg6AI/AAAAAAAAABk/nm0S8yQ2Xxk/s320/P1020040.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of us are more Alaskan than others. Not mentioning any names.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3ote9uab1mo/RnSSJfRg6BI/AAAAAAAAABs/5kg_jlj1wmY/s1600-h/P1020031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076843371664828434" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3ote9uab1mo/RnSSJfRg6BI/AAAAAAAAABs/5kg_jlj1wmY/s320/P1020031.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29625838-2678045412636181835?l=travelingwithsueandmike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://travelingwithsueandmike.blogspot.com/feeds/2678045412636181835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://travelingwithsueandmike.blogspot.com/2007/06/we-saw-bear.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29625838/posts/default/2678045412636181835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29625838/posts/default/2678045412636181835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://travelingwithsueandmike.blogspot.com/2007/06/we-saw-bear.html' title='We Saw a Bear!'/><author><name>Sue &amp;amp; Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05453542659402678857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://veseth.8bit-micro.com/suemike.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3ote9uab1mo/RnSP9PRg58I/AAAAAAAAABE/cOwo9u3bduI/s72-c/P1020072.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29625838.post-3850340702550440874</id><published>2007-06-15T19:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T09:43:49.330-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Sunny Day in Alaska</title><content type='html'>And another beautiful hike, this time at the Eagle River Nature Center in Northeast Anchorage. No wildlife on this hike but others had seen a black bear in the park just an hour or so earlier. Even without critters, it was a beautiful walk with classic Alaska scenery: snow-topped mountains, glaciers, spruce trees, crystal water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3ote9uab1mo/RnNODfRg55I/AAAAAAAAAAs/jPEb0EudLuA/s1600-h/P1010978.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076487026818213778" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3ote9uab1mo/RnNODfRg55I/AAAAAAAAAAs/jPEb0EudLuA/s320/P1010978.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3ote9uab1mo/RnNODvRg56I/AAAAAAAAAA0/SWsAPpf7qQA/s1600-h/P1010989.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076487031113181090" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3ote9uab1mo/RnNODvRg56I/AAAAAAAAAA0/SWsAPpf7qQA/s320/P1010989.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3ote9uab1mo/RnNOD_Rg57I/AAAAAAAAAA8/erEmCJr_kLE/s1600-h/P1010995.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076487035408148402" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3ote9uab1mo/RnNOD_Rg57I/AAAAAAAAAA8/erEmCJr_kLE/s320/P1010995.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29625838-3850340702550440874?l=travelingwithsueandmike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://travelingwithsueandmike.blogspot.com/feeds/3850340702550440874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://travelingwithsueandmike.blogspot.com/2007/06/another-sunny-day-in-alaska.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29625838/posts/default/3850340702550440874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29625838/posts/default/3850340702550440874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://travelingwithsueandmike.blogspot.com/2007/06/another-sunny-day-in-alaska.html' title='Another Sunny Day in Alaska'/><author><name>Sue &amp;amp; Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05453542659402678857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://veseth.8bit-micro.com/suemike.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3ote9uab1mo/RnNODfRg55I/AAAAAAAAAAs/jPEb0EudLuA/s72-c/P1010978.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29625838.post-8245833546109065413</id><published>2007-06-14T09:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T09:43:50.110-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Alaska'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Winner Creek'/><title type='text'>Winner Creek</title><content type='html'>Our first day in Anchorage started out cool and cloudy but turned warm and sunny. So we headed about 35 miles south of Anchorage to Girdwood and the Winner Creek hike, which starts at the Aleyska Resort. On the way, we stopped at Beluga Point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3ote9uab1mo/RnFv7_Rg51I/AAAAAAAAAAM/HTWMWGZLLuY/s1600-h/P1010901.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075961331411117906" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3ote9uab1mo/RnFv7_Rg51I/AAAAAAAAAAM/HTWMWGZLLuY/s320/P1010901.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Along the hike, we saw the site of an avalanche from this mountain to about 15o feet below where we stood for this photo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3ote9uab1mo/RnFv7_Rg52I/AAAAAAAAAAU/okIHrPyZlTo/s1600-h/P1010911.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075961331411117922" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3ote9uab1mo/RnFv7_Rg52I/AAAAAAAAAAU/okIHrPyZlTo/s320/P1010911.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Winner Creek:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3ote9uab1mo/RnFv7_Rg53I/AAAAAAAAAAc/7lzF3gQFDG8/s1600-h/P1010916.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075961331411117938" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3ote9uab1mo/RnFv7_Rg53I/AAAAAAAAAAc/7lzF3gQFDG8/s320/P1010916.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;I just liked the way this log had rotted:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3ote9uab1mo/RnFv8PRg54I/AAAAAAAAAAk/FdEhWZcjAE4/s1600-h/P1010923.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075961335706085250" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3ote9uab1mo/RnFv8PRg54I/AAAAAAAAAAk/FdEhWZcjAE4/s320/P1010923.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Alaska is just as beautiful as the travel brochures claim it is. And full of critters. So far I've seen Dall sheep, a moose and an eagle. No opportunity for photos, so you'll have to take my word for it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29625838-8245833546109065413?l=travelingwithsueandmike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://travelingwithsueandmike.blogspot.com/feeds/8245833546109065413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://travelingwithsueandmike.blogspot.com/2007/06/winner-creek.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29625838/posts/default/8245833546109065413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29625838/posts/default/8245833546109065413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://travelingwithsueandmike.blogspot.com/2007/06/winner-creek.html' title='Winner Creek'/><author><name>Sue &amp;amp; Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05453542659402678857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://veseth.8bit-micro.com/suemike.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3ote9uab1mo/RnFv7_Rg51I/AAAAAAAAAAM/HTWMWGZLLuY/s72-c/P1010901.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29625838.post-6983037885245700672</id><published>2007-06-11T13:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-11T14:02:31.524-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Alaska'/><title type='text'>On the Road Again</title><content type='html'>If it's summer, we must be traveling. The next journey is to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Alaska &lt;/span&gt;to visit family and tour. Check in here to follow our adventures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://travelalaska.com/images/maps/highways.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://travelalaska.com/images/maps/highways.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29625838-6983037885245700672?l=travelingwithsueandmike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://travelingwithsueandmike.blogspot.com/feeds/6983037885245700672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://travelingwithsueandmike.blogspot.com/2007/06/on-road-again.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29625838/posts/default/6983037885245700672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29625838/posts/default/6983037885245700672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://travelingwithsueandmike.blogspot.com/2007/06/on-road-again.html' title='On the Road Again'/><author><name>Sue &amp;amp; Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05453542659402678857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://veseth.8bit-micro.com/suemike.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29625838.post-115437803670716080</id><published>2006-07-31T13:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-31T17:24:11.883-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Odds and Ends</title><content type='html'>This (final?) post is a collection of photos that we like but that didn't fit neatly into the blog, starting with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Riga:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2168/3088/1600/P1000169.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2168/3088/320/P1000169.1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Jurmala, the big, beautiful beach only a short train ride from Riga:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2168/3088/1600/P1000261.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2168/3088/320/P1000261.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Vilnius:&lt;/span&gt; New friends Cathy and Casey from Northern Virginia; we discovered common interests in music and textiles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2168/3088/1600/CathyCasey.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2168/3088/320/CathyCasey.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Textiles at Trakai in Lithuania:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2168/3088/1600/P1000377.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2168/3088/320/P1000377.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Sculpture on a theater in Vilnius:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2168/3088/1600/P1000398.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2168/3088/320/P1000398.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And from &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Prague:&lt;/span&gt; Dagmara, one of last year's AIPES students from Poland, came to Prague for a short visit. She is a wife, mother, journalist (two jobs) and PhD student. And's she's translating Mike's "Globaloney" book into Polish for publication.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2168/3088/1600/P1000662.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2168/3088/320/P1000662.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pub night at U Flecku following Mike's book reading at the Globe bookstore. Beer! Imagine that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2168/3088/1600/P1000698.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2168/3088/320/P1000698.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a student perspective on the program, you can visit &lt;a href="http://www.collinscentral.com/blog/"&gt;Michael Collins's blog.&lt;/a&gt; Michael is an avid photographer, as you will see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Among the gifts we received from the students, both this year and last year, is alcohol (left to right): Black Balsam from Latvia, red wine from Georgia, Unicum from Hungary, white wine from Romania, vodka from Ukraine and vodka from Belarus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2168/3088/1600/P1000795.6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2168/3088/320/P1000795.6.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we started this blog, one question we raised is "what did you buy?" Part of the answer is yarn. Lots and lots of yarn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2168/3088/1600/P1000802.3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2168/3088/320/P1000802.3.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Where to next? We'll let you know.&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/29625838-115437803670716080?l=travelingwithsueandmike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://travelingwithsueandmike.blogspot.com/feeds/115437803670716080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://travelingwithsueandmike.blogspot.com/2006/07/odds-and-ends.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29625838/posts/default/115437803670716080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29625838/posts/default/115437803670716080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://travelingwithsueandmike.blogspot.com/2006/07/odds-and-ends.html' title='Odds and Ends'/><author><name>Sue &amp;amp; Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05453542659402678857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://veseth.8bit-micro.com/suemike.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29625838.post-115427477153357950</id><published>2006-07-30T08:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-30T10:19:19.203-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Final Exam and Graduation</title><content type='html'>The economics exam was the finale of the classroom aspect of the program.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2168/3088/1600/P1000756.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2168/3088/320/P1000756.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2168/3088/1600/P1000763.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2168/3088/320/P1000763.1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2168/3088/1600/P1000758.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2168/3088/320/P1000758.2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Graduation, which consists of a ceremony, a reception and a party, is the last official function. AIPES holds its graduation ceremony in the Karolinum, the great hall of Charles University, which dates from the 14th century.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2168/3088/1600/P1000770.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2168/3088/320/P1000770.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ivo Sanader, the prime minister of Croatia, was the graduation speaker. AIPES always has had a head of state as graduation speaker, which speaks to the respect the program has in Eastern and Central Europe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2168/3088/1600/P1000775.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2168/3088/320/P1000775.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reception was an opportunity to enjoy some fine Czech food and to take some last photos of our friends (no longer just students), a few of whom you see here, such as Harry from the United States; Harry was the student graduation speaker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2168/3088/1600/P1000776.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2168/3088/320/P1000776.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Eliza and Alex from Romania.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2168/3088/1600/P1000768.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2168/3088/320/P1000768.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dias from Kazakhstan, who is in the Kazakh army and attends West Point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2168/3088/1600/P1000767-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2168/3088/320/P1000767-1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ivo from Croatia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2168/3088/1600/P1000777.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2168/3088/320/P1000777.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Natasha and Marija from Macedonia and Maria from Estonia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2168/3088/1600/P1000788.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2168/3088/320/P1000788.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Fred from Albania. Fred is a lawyer and works in the U.S. Embassy in Tirana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2168/3088/1600/P1000792.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2168/3088/320/P1000792.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Peter from Slovakia, Wendy, and Pavel from the Czech Republic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2168/3088/1600/P1000790.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2168/3088/320/P1000790.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow we'll post some random photos from our travels that didn't make it into the basic blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29625838-115427477153357950?l=travelingwithsueandmike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://travelingwithsueandmike.blogspot.com/feeds/115427477153357950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://travelingwithsueandmike.blogspot.com/2006/07/final-exam-and-graduation.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29625838/posts/default/115427477153357950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29625838/posts/default/115427477153357950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://travelingwithsueandmike.blogspot.com/2006/07/final-exam-and-graduation.html' title='Final Exam and Graduation'/><author><name>Sue &amp;amp; Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05453542659402678857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://veseth.8bit-micro.com/suemike.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29625838.post-115412279210735475</id><published>2006-07-28T14:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-28T14:40:07.956-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Buchky, Buchky, Buchky</title><content type='html'>Buchky is a Georgian toast (Republic of, not State of), sort of pronounced "butch-kee," that means when you tap glasses it's like the leaves of a bush all coming together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We head home tomorrow (Saturday). You'll have to wait until we get home to see graduation pictures.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29625838-115412279210735475?l=travelingwithsueandmike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://travelingwithsueandmike.blogspot.com/feeds/115412279210735475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://travelingwithsueandmike.blogspot.com/2006/07/buchky-buchky-buchky.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29625838/posts/default/115412279210735475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29625838/posts/default/115412279210735475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://travelingwithsueandmike.blogspot.com/2006/07/buchky-buchky-buchky.html' title='Buchky, Buchky, Buchky'/><author><name>Sue &amp;amp; Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05453542659402678857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://veseth.8bit-micro.com/suemike.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29625838.post-115399374478798158</id><published>2006-07-27T02:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-27T06:24:59.753-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wenceslas Square and Elsewhere</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2168/3088/1600/P1000551.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2168/3088/320/P1000551.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Something is always going on in Wenceslas Square. Throngs of tourists are standard fare. We  recognize tour group leaders speaking English, Italian, Spanish, French and German; additionally, we hear dozens of languages we don't recognize. Serving the tourists are many, many cafes, ice cream stands, magazine stands, jewelry shops, crystal shops and the alleged Russian Mafia sausage stands (see previous post). We've also seen:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;A Havana Club (rum?) extravaganza with a large stage and sophisticated AV system with big screen projection for a Cuban band plus about eight  booths giving out mojitos and other drinks made with Havana Club. Lots of dancing and drinking. It was all set up one morning and all down by the next.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;A Corvette club, with 20 to 30 Corvettes of all vintages (and all with CZ license plates) circling the square, peeling out at various points.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Hare Krishnas.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Go-go dancers on a flatbed truck promoting a night club called Mecca. We don't think they were hired for their dancing skills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2168/3088/1600/P1000746.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2168/3088/320/P1000746.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sculptures made of all sorts of stuff, including bathroom fixtures, tree trunks, a skeleton, fake flowers — you name it. We think (hope) these are temporary exhibits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;And speaking sculpture, this piece by David Cerny is in the courtyard outside the Kafka Museum. Wendy and Kirsten are not part of the sculpture. In case you are wondering, the "hips" rotate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2168/3088/1600/P1000751.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2168/3088/320/P1000751.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;We did not bring Wendy and Kirsten to this spot just for the sculpture. We were on our way to dinner at Cihelna Hergetova, a lovely restaurant right on the river next to the Charles Bridge. We recommend the potato and mushroom soup, accompanied by a glass of sparkling Bohemia sekt. A three-course meal (starter, entree, dessert) with wine and a fantastic view costs about $40 per person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2168/3088/1600/P1000730-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2168/3088/320/P1000730-1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2168/3088/1600/P1000752.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2168/3088/320/P1000752.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/29625838-115399374478798158?l=travelingwithsueandmike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://travelingwithsueandmike.blogspot.com/feeds/115399374478798158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://travelingwithsueandmike.blogspot.com/2006/07/wenceslas-square-and-elsewhere.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29625838/posts/default/115399374478798158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29625838/posts/default/115399374478798158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://travelingwithsueandmike.blogspot.com/2006/07/wenceslas-square-and-elsewhere.html' title='Wenceslas Square and Elsewhere'/><author><name>Sue &amp;amp; Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05453542659402678857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://veseth.8bit-micro.com/suemike.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29625838.post-115390786057117024</id><published>2006-07-26T02:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-26T03:15:13.366-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cruising the Vltava</title><content type='html'>Students Pavel (from the Czech Republic) and Marija (from Macedonia) organized a boat trip on the Vltava River through Prague last evening. Vltava cruises are limited by locks on the river, but the central area provides a lovely one-hour cruise through the central city. We enjoyed sunset views of the Charles Bridge and Prague Castle. The students mostly took pictures of each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2168/3088/1600/P1000720.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2168/3088/320/P1000720.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2168/3088/1600/P1000738.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2168/3088/320/P1000738.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2168/3088/1600/P1000733.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2168/3088/320/P1000733.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Because the picture loading piece of blog central seems to be working again, I'll try to add some more pictures from the embassy party on that entry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The heat wave seems to have affected the power supply; we've been warned of possible cuts in air conditioning (noooooooooooo!) but so far we've been okay. Based on limited Internet research, Sue suspects that there may be a transmission capacity problem, maybe in the Czech Republic, maybe somewhere else in Central Europe. Sue claims that she is not a power grid jinx (some of you may remember that we were in Italy a few years ago when a transmission problem in France cut power to all of Italy).&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/29625838-115390786057117024?l=travelingwithsueandmike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://travelingwithsueandmike.blogspot.com/feeds/115390786057117024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://travelingwithsueandmike.blogspot.com/2006/07/cruising-vltava.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29625838/posts/default/115390786057117024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29625838/posts/default/115390786057117024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://travelingwithsueandmike.blogspot.com/2006/07/cruising-vltava.html' title='Cruising the Vltava'/><author><name>Sue &amp;amp; Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05453542659402678857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://veseth.8bit-micro.com/suemike.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29625838.post-115383674326174291</id><published>2006-07-25T07:05:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-26T03:06:49.780-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ambassador's Reception Night</title><content type='html'>The AIPES program includes a reception at the U.S. ambassador's historic art deco residence. Note that this is the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;residence, &lt;/span&gt;not the embassy itself. This is the back of the residence, which opens into a gorgeous garden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2168/3088/1600/P1000715.17.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2168/3088/320/P1000715.17.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2168/3088/1600/P1000708.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2168/3088/320/P1000708.2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a great party made even better by the fact that it was our 30th wedding anniversary. Our thanks to AIPES and to the U.S. embassy for throwing such a nice anniversary party for us!  The ambassador, William Cabaniss, is charming, knowledgeable and hospitable.  We first met him last year and he remains one of our favorite ambassadors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the other guests was the Croatian ambassador to the Czech Republic. He was invited because the Croatian prime minister will be the graduation speaker later this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other honored guests included Kirsten, Wendy and Mike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2168/3088/1600/P1000711.3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2168/3088/320/P1000711.3.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29625838-115383674326174291?l=travelingwithsueandmike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://travelingwithsueandmike.blogspot.com/feeds/115383674326174291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://travelingwithsueandmike.blogspot.com/2006/07/ambassadors-reception-night.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29625838/posts/default/115383674326174291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29625838/posts/default/115383674326174291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://travelingwithsueandmike.blogspot.com/2006/07/ambassadors-reception-night.html' title='Ambassador&apos;s Reception Night'/><author><name>Sue &amp;amp; Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05453542659402678857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://veseth.8bit-micro.com/suemike.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29625838.post-115364742399758396</id><published>2006-07-23T02:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-23T02:40:40.846-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Country Night</title><content type='html'>One of the highlights of the AIPES program is Country Night, an evening that includes Czech music and dancing, a Czech dinner that the students claim far exceeds dorm food,  presentations by students about their country and lots of alcohol (surprise, surprise). Most of the presentations included a song or dance from the country, often in a national costume, such as (top to bottom): Latvia, Kyrgyzstand, Romania and Georgia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2168/3088/1600/P1000672.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2168/3088/320/P1000672.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2168/3088/1600/P1000666.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2168/3088/320/P1000666.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2168/3088/1600/P1000667.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2168/3088/320/P1000667.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2168/3088/1600/P1000676.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2168/3088/320/P1000676.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Wendy did an excellent job as master of ceremonies:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2168/3088/1600/P1000687.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2168/3088/320/P1000687.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Kirsten, who was the audio master, brought Richard, her charming fiance, who is from Northern Ireland and has been working in Romania while he finishes is PhD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2168/3088/1600/P1000651.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2168/3088/320/P1000651.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And, finally, the alcohol report: The Moldovan and Georgian wines are excellent. The hard liquors vary from not-so-bad to people-drink-this-stuff-on-purpose? In any case, there was a lot of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2168/3088/1600/P1000669.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2168/3088/320/P1000669.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/29625838-115364742399758396?l=travelingwithsueandmike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://travelingwithsueandmike.blogspot.com/feeds/115364742399758396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://travelingwithsueandmike.blogspot.com/2006/07/country-night.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29625838/posts/default/115364742399758396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29625838/posts/default/115364742399758396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://travelingwithsueandmike.blogspot.com/2006/07/country-night.html' title='Country Night'/><author><name>Sue &amp;amp; Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05453542659402678857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://veseth.8bit-micro.com/suemike.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29625838.post-115358000137677714</id><published>2006-07-22T07:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-22T08:16:08.956-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Decorative Arts and a Snack</title><content type='html'>The Museum of Decorative Arts is one of our favorites, especially following the exhibition of Czech glass at Tacoma's Museum of Glass earlier this year. A few of the pieces that were in the Tacoma show are now back home. The museum's collection includes older pieces and contemporary work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2168/3088/1600/P1000646.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2168/3088/320/P1000646.1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2168/3088/1600/P1000638.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2168/3088/320/P1000638.1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2168/3088/1600/P1000636.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2168/3088/320/P1000636.1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The museum also has some extraordinary textiles, including a knitted lace handkerchief and bobbin lace. (Photographing these was nearly impossible because of the low overall lighting, the glass cases and the spot lighting.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2168/3088/1600/P1000610.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2168/3088/320/P1000610.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2168/3088/1600/P1000624.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2168/3088/320/P1000624.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We don't have pictures (because of the lighting) of the Art Deco jewelry and traditional Czech garnet jewelry and decorative cast iron ware. You'll just have to visit on your own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Street food is not too common in Prague, except for ice cream and, in Wenceslas Square, sausages. Several of these sausage stands flank the square and sell sausages from early in the morning to well past midnight. A large sausage on a roll or with a piece of rye bread costs about $2, and a Coke, Fanta or bottle of water is about $1.50. Taking photos of the sausage stands is not welcome; one reason may be that they supposedly are owned by the Russian Mafia. Russian Mafia or no, the sausages are excellent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2168/3088/1600/P1000599.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2168/3088/320/P1000599.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2168/3088/1600/P1000594.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2168/3088/320/P1000594.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/29625838-115358000137677714?l=travelingwithsueandmike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://travelingwithsueandmike.blogspot.com/feeds/115358000137677714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://travelingwithsueandmike.blogspot.com/2006/07/decorative-arts-and-snack.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29625838/posts/default/115358000137677714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29625838/posts/default/115358000137677714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://travelingwithsueandmike.blogspot.com/2006/07/decorative-arts-and-snack.html' title='Decorative Arts and a Snack'/><author><name>Sue &amp;amp; Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05453542659402678857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://veseth.8bit-micro.com/suemike.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29625838.post-115347337416992264</id><published>2006-07-21T02:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-21T07:06:22.456-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Teaching in Prague</title><content type='html'>Because the reason for our being in Prague is Mike's teaching in the &lt;a href="http://www.tfasinternational.org/aipes/about/"&gt;AIPES&lt;/a&gt; program, we thought you ought to see some pictures of students and teaching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2168/3088/1600/P1000569-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2168/3088/320/P1000569-1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2168/3088/1600/P1000590.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2168/3088/320/P1000590.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2168/3088/1600/P1000588.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2168/3088/320/P1000588.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2168/3088/1600/P1000566.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2168/3088/320/P1000566.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2168/3088/1600/P1000576.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2168/3088/320/P1000576.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2168/3088/1600/P1000589.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2168/3088/320/P1000589.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2168/3088/1600/P1000500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2168/3088/320/P1000500.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2168/3088/1600/P1000570.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2168/3088/320/P1000570.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;We're still finding time to be tourists. To escape some of the heat (90 degrees+ cobblestones = way too hot) we went to the contemporary art museum, which is more air conditioned than many air conditioned places. The museum is so big that you can buy entry tickets only for the floor you want to see. The floor with the post-1950s Czech galleries was closed for renovation so we chose the floor with early 20th century Czech art (impressionists, cubists and the like), plus some Czech architecture and theater set design, Art Deco books and furniture, and a collection of French art.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went to Letna Park for a beer and dinner in the park cafe. It appeared that many Prague residents thought an evening in the park was a good escape from the overheated cobblestones. We enjoyed a mozzarella and tomato salad (very popular dish here) and a pizza. Last year, Prague restaurants seemed all-pork-all-the-time; this year, restaurants seem to offer more vegetarian options beyond Greek salad.&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/29625838-115347337416992264?l=travelingwithsueandmike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://travelingwithsueandmike.blogspot.com/feeds/115347337416992264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://travelingwithsueandmike.blogspot.com/2006/07/teaching-in-prague.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29625838/posts/default/115347337416992264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29625838/posts/default/115347337416992264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://travelingwithsueandmike.blogspot.com/2006/07/teaching-in-prague.html' title='Teaching in Prague'/><author><name>Sue &amp;amp; Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05453542659402678857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://veseth.8bit-micro.com/suemike.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29625838.post-115324140874869969</id><published>2006-07-18T09:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-19T05:06:44.133-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nebozizek</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2168/3088/1600/P1000516.3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2168/3088/320/P1000516.3.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our instructions were clear: at &lt;st1:time minute="45" hour="17"&gt;5:45 p.m.&lt;/st1:time&gt;, a woman driving a red taxi would pick us up at the hotel to take us to Nebozizek, a restaurant about halfway up the &lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;st1:placename&gt;Petrin&lt;/st1:placename&gt; &lt;st1:placetype&gt;Park&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; hill. This is where we would have our faculty-staff dinner. Ordinarily, a taxi would be impossible because the park paths are for walking, not taxis. However, the funicular from street level to the restaurant is out of service for refurbishing, and the woman in the red taxi is the only one in &lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Prague&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; to have a permit to drive to the restaurant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt;"&gt;And this is what the view during dinner (again, we ate before we photographed; needless to say, the food was a good as the location):&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2168/3088/1600/P1000497-1.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2168/3088/320/P1000497-1.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2168/3088/1600/P1000519.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2168/3088/320/P1000519.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2168/3088/1600/P1000518.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2168/3088/320/P1000518.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;And this is what some of our group look like, starting with the teaching assistants (left to right): Louis, Hilen, Wendy and Kirsten.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2168/3088/1600/P1000503.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2168/3088/320/P1000503.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;And Katka and Petr. Katka is a journalist in &lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Prague&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; and Petr is in charge of the American desk with the Czech foreign service; he formerly was press secretary with the &lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Czech   Republic&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; embassy in &lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;st1:city&gt;Washington&lt;/st1:city&gt;,  &lt;st1:state&gt;D.C.&lt;/st1:state&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;st1:state&gt;&lt;/st1:state&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2168/3088/1600/P1000504.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2168/3088/320/P1000504.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt;"&gt;And Jim, who was celebrating his 37th or 34th or 42nd birthday, depending when you ask. That's marzipan covering the cake, which was chocolate with raspberry and butter cream filling. In case you have to ask, it was excellent.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2168/3088/1600/P1000510.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2168/3088/320/P1000510.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2168/3088/1600/P1000511.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2168/3088/320/P1000511.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29625838-115324140874869969?l=travelingwithsueandmike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://travelingwithsueandmike.blogspot.com/feeds/115324140874869969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://travelingwithsueandmike.blogspot.com/2006/07/nebozizek_18.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29625838/posts/default/115324140874869969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29625838/posts/default/115324140874869969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://travelingwithsueandmike.blogspot.com/2006/07/nebozizek_18.html' title='Nebozizek'/><author><name>Sue &amp;amp; Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05453542659402678857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://veseth.8bit-micro.com/suemike.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29625838.post-115314539488335090</id><published>2006-07-17T06:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-17T07:09:54.896-07:00</updated><title type='text'>U Pinkasu</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2168/3088/1600/P1000486.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2168/3088/320/P1000486.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;That's U Pinkasu with an o over the u in Pinkasu. U Pinkasu is one of several Prague pubs that claim to have served the first pilsner in Prague. It's what's called a tank pub, which means it serves unpasteurized beer. Tank pubs sell so much beer that it doesn't have time to sit around; therefore, no pasteurization required. Like most beer in Prague, it's excellent. What really sets U Pinkasu apart is the garden, set in what seems to be a ruin once connected to the neighboring church. U Pinkasu is just  a few steps from the heavily touristed Wenceslas Square, but the garden is quiet and cool in the shadow of the church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The food was a good as the setting, but we ate it before we could take a picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was Mike's first day of teaching. Sue spent the day shopping. We both had fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Special thanks to Bridget, who posts comments from time to time. You will be rewarded. :&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29625838-115314539488335090?l=travelingwithsueandmike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://travelingwithsueandmike.blogspot.com/feeds/115314539488335090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://travelingwithsueandmike.blogspot.com/2006/07/u-pinkasu.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29625838/posts/default/115314539488335090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29625838/posts/default/115314539488335090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://travelingwithsueandmike.blogspot.com/2006/07/u-pinkasu.html' title='U Pinkasu'/><author><name>Sue &amp;amp; Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05453542659402678857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://veseth.8bit-micro.com/suemike.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29625838.post-115306504116016762</id><published>2006-07-16T08:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-16T08:55:08.776-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday in the Park</title><content type='html'>Letna Park, that is, an easy subway or tram ride across the Vltava River from the tourist center. The main attraction of the park is the spectacular view of the Prague center:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2168/3088/1600/P1000470.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2168/3088/320/P1000470.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2168/3088/1600/P1000478.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2168/3088/320/P1000478.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2168/3088/1600/P1000447.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2168/3088/320/P1000447.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Last night we attended a Czech National Symphony Orchestra performance of "Carmina Burana" in the Old Municipal Building, an Art Nouveau extravaganza. The orchestra (fabulous) was huge, with every instrument you could name; the choir (also fabulous), some of whom were from Hartwick College in New York, had to number  150+; and three soloists (so-so) rounded out the throng on stage. Overall, a most satisfactory evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&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/29625838-115306504116016762?l=travelingwithsueandmike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://travelingwithsueandmike.blogspot.com/feeds/115306504116016762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://travelingwithsueandmike.blogspot.com/2006/07/sunday-in-park.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29625838/posts/default/115306504116016762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29625838/posts/default/115306504116016762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://travelingwithsueandmike.blogspot.com/2006/07/sunday-in-park.html' title='Sunday in the Park'/><author><name>Sue &amp;amp; Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05453542659402678857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://veseth.8bit-micro.com/suemike.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29625838.post-115297897880112597</id><published>2006-07-15T08:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-15T09:09:29.856-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Walk Through Vysehrad</title><content type='html'>But before our walk, here's our "home" for the next two weeks, Accome Hotel Julis. It also has a small kitchenette with water-boiler, refrigerator, microwave, toaster, an assortment of dishes and utensils and a small dishwasher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2168/3088/1600/P1000412.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2168/3088/320/P1000412.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The breakfast buffet includes a wonderful assortment of breads, cheeses, meats, salads, eggs, jams and juices. No pork knuckle though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2168/3088/1600/P1000422.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2168/3088/1600/P1000420.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2168/3088/320/P1000420.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2168/3088/1600/P1000419.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2168/3088/320/P1000419.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, Vysehrad, which has a small v over the s and is pronounced something like "VEESH-eh-rod." Vysehrad is a neighborhood south of the main tourist area. The centerpiece is the Church of St. Peter and St. Paul -- one spire for each saint.&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2168/3088/1600/P1000436.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2168/3088/320/P1000436.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The doors of the church are especially spectacular. Note the mini Gothic arches within the big arches. We couldn't photograph the inside of the church, but it's highly ornate with paintings from the Art Nouveau period. Imagine Mucha-ish paintings of the saints.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2168/3088/1600/P1000422.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2168/3088/320/P1000422.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2168/3088/1600/P1000424.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2168/3088/320/P1000424.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;And speaking of Art Nouveau, the cemetery adjacent to the church, which includes graves of many famous Czechs, includes many headstones in the Art Nouveau (or is it Art Deco?) style. Note the "typography" and design of the carving on this one:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2168/3088/1600/P1000431.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2168/3088/320/P1000431.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29625838-115297897880112597?l=travelingwithsueandmike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://travelingwithsueandmike.blogspot.com/feeds/115297897880112597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://travelingwithsueandmike.blogspot.com/2006/07/walk-through-vysehrad.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29625838/posts/default/115297897880112597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29625838/posts/default/115297897880112597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://travelingwithsueandmike.blogspot.com/2006/07/walk-through-vysehrad.html' title='A Walk Through Vysehrad'/><author><name>Sue &amp;amp; Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05453542659402678857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://veseth.8bit-micro.com/suemike.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29625838.post-115288844126813991</id><published>2006-07-14T07:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-14T07:52:23.626-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Famous Pork Knuckle</title><content type='html'>Vegetarians, look away now. Mike says the pork knuckles are as good as ever.  A pork knuckle with sauerkraut, pickle, mustard and fresh horseradish costs 199CZK, or about $6. Beer costs about $1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2168/3088/1600/P1000407.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2168/3088/320/P1000407.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mike had his first meeting with his teaching assistants, Kirsten and Wendy, during this lunch. They seem to be enjoying Prague, especially the beer. This photo was taken at one of Prague's unique "tank" pubs where they serve brewery-fresh unpasteurized beer that is as smooth as silk. No wonder everyone is smiling!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2168/3088/1600/P1000405.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2168/3088/320/P1000405.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29625838-115288844126813991?l=travelingwithsueandmike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://travelingwithsueandmike.blogspot.com/feeds/115288844126813991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://travelingwithsueandmike.blogspot.com/2006/07/famous-pork-knuckle.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29625838/posts/default/115288844126813991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29625838/posts/default/115288844126813991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://travelingwithsueandmike.blogspot.com/2006/07/famous-pork-knuckle.html' title='The Famous Pork Knuckle'/><author><name>Sue &amp;amp; Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05453542659402678857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://veseth.8bit-micro.com/suemike.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29625838.post-115280457945145338</id><published>2006-07-13T08:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-13T08:29:39.466-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Return to Prague</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2168/3088/1600/P7100043.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2168/3088/320/P7100043.1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We and our luggage had an uneventful journey to Prague. Our hotel this year is Accome Hotel Julis, right on Wenceslas Square. The room is a studio apartment with a small kitchen (motto: "more like home"). Our room does not face the square so we may be spared the noise of the never-ending throng on the square. We met up with some of our &lt;a href="http://www.tfasinternational.org/aipes/about/"&gt;AIPES&lt;/a&gt; crew (you'll see pictures of them later) and Mike is preparing for the work part of this trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Riga and Vilnius, Prague is a Big City with lots and lots and lots of tourists and activity. We'll need to pick up our pace here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One interesting experience has been that Google knows where your computer is. In Riga, Google searches gave us Google Latvia; in Lithuania, Google Lithuania; in the Czech Republic — you get the idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, thanks for the comments! Nice to hear from you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29625838-115280457945145338?l=travelingwithsueandmike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://travelingwithsueandmike.blogspot.com/feeds/115280457945145338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://travelingwithsueandmike.blogspot.com/2006/07/return-to-prague.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29625838/posts/default/115280457945145338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29625838/posts/default/115280457945145338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://travelingwithsueandmike.blogspot.com/2006/07/return-to-prague.html' title='Return to Prague'/><author><name>Sue &amp;amp; Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05453542659402678857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://veseth.8bit-micro.com/suemike.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29625838.post-115271516408251918</id><published>2006-07-12T07:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-12T07:39:24.093-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Churches of Vilnius</title><content type='html'>Vilnius is a city of churches, mostly Roman Catholic, several Russian Orthodox, one or two Protestant and a synagogue that seems to have been restored. People seem to be very religious, and not just the old-timers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2168/3088/1600/P1000395.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2168/3088/320/P1000395.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2168/3088/1600/P1000316.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2168/3088/320/P1000316.1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2168/3088/1600/P1000388.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2168/3088/320/P1000388.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is anyone reading this? If so, how about a comment, if only to say hi.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29625838-115271516408251918?l=travelingwithsueandmike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://travelingwithsueandmike.blogspot.com/feeds/115271516408251918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://travelingwithsueandmike.blogspot.com/2006/07/churches-of-vilnius.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29625838/posts/default/115271516408251918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29625838/posts/default/115271516408251918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://travelingwithsueandmike.blogspot.com/2006/07/churches-of-vilnius.html' title='Churches of Vilnius'/><author><name>Sue &amp;amp; Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05453542659402678857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://veseth.8bit-micro.com/suemike.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29625838.post-115263259507122521</id><published>2006-07-11T07:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-11T09:01:42.140-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Markets and Castles</title><content type='html'>Our Latvian friend Boriss wonders why tourists seem to love central markets, like the one in Riga or Pike Place market in Seattle. Perhaps we love them because they are nothing like a typical U.S. or European grocery store.  Old fashioned markets are &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;personal&lt;/span&gt; in a way that grocery stores can never be.  Maybe it is the personal element — knowing who cuts the meat or bakes the bread — that accounts for the fascination we have with these markets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of the Vilnius market that we saw is meat, and most of the meat is pork or beef — all parts of the animals. The meat market is in an immaculate hall, with each vendor at his or her area. The meat is in large slabs; the vendor cuts off what you want. Another area of the market is fruits and vegetables. We wish you could smell the lovely, fresh strawberries. Then there is a row of older women selling small amounts of what is obviously produce from their garden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2168/3088/1600/P1000347.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2168/3088/320/P1000347.1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2168/3088/1600/P1000348.7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2168/3088/320/P1000348.7.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2168/3088/1600/P1000350.3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2168/3088/320/P1000350.3.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday, we took a guided bus to tour Trakai and its island castle. It was the residence of the 14th century's Grand Duke Vytautus, a Lithuanian icon. The castle is in the center of a lake surrounded by water. Many Lithuanians were escaping the heat with a swim, which was tempting. Our guide was a young woman who recently completed her master's degree in linguistics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2168/3088/1600/P1000358.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2168/3088/320/P1000358.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of our tour group members was Enzo, an 86-year-old from Terni, Italy. He speaks no English (or Lithuanian, for that matter). He is energetic, charming and took pictures of everything and every one. Our modest tourist Italian language skills actually came in useful to keep track of Enzo. Note the necktie in the colors of the Italian flag, dotted with soccer balls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2168/3088/1600/P1000360.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2168/3088/320/P1000360.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2168/3088/1600/P1000348.3.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29625838-115263259507122521?l=travelingwithsueandmike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://travelingwithsueandmike.blogspot.com/feeds/115263259507122521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://travelingwithsueandmike.blogspot.com/2006/07/markets-and-castles.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29625838/posts/default/115263259507122521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29625838/posts/default/115263259507122521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://travelingwithsueandmike.blogspot.com/2006/07/markets-and-castles.html' title='Markets and Castles'/><author><name>Sue &amp;amp; Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05453542659402678857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://veseth.8bit-micro.com/suemike.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29625838.post-115253950558281895</id><published>2006-07-10T06:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-10T06:51:45.600-07:00</updated><title type='text'>World Cup Sunday in Vilnius</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2168/3088/1600/P1000312.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2168/3088/320/P1000312.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We had said we wanted to find a pub in Vilnius to watch the World Cup final, and that's almost what we did. We had dinner in a cellar restaurant called Lokys that offered the game on a big screen. The crowd mostly favored France, but the Italian contingent held its own in the cheering department. The game was broadcast in Lithuanian, of course, but it didn't matter; sports commentary is probably the same in any language. We were among those favoring Italy, so were pleased with the result.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We spent most of the day escaping the heat. The wonderful Hotel Rinno moved us to a room with air conditioning. I think the staff took pity on us because we probably were a hot, sorry sight. The AC isn't cold enough to form icicles on your nose, but it does offer some relief. And the room is much larger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other distractions from the heat included an organ concert at St. Casimir's church and a beer at an outdoor cafe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2168/3088/1600/P1000304.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2168/3088/320/P1000304.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2168/3088/1600/P1000311.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2168/3088/320/P1000311.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29625838-115253950558281895?l=travelingwithsueandmike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://travelingwithsueandmike.blogspot.com/feeds/115253950558281895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://travelingwithsueandmike.blogspot.com/2006/07/world-cup-sunday-in-vilnius.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29625838/posts/default/115253950558281895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29625838/posts/default/115253950558281895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://travelingwithsueandmike.blogspot.com/2006/07/world-cup-sunday-in-vilnius.html' title='World Cup Sunday in Vilnius'/><author><name>Sue &amp;amp; Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05453542659402678857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://veseth.8bit-micro.com/suemike.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29625838.post-115237719886066136</id><published>2006-07-08T09:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-08T22:52:11.033-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hot Times in Vilnius</title><content type='html'>It's 90 degrees today and everyone agrees that's hot. It makes the beer taste that much better.  Vilnius is much different than Riga; it doesn't feel as medieval or as Nordic. The Old Town is still (sensibly) a walking area, which is good for tourists. Additionally, Vilnius has free wireless Internet access in the central city -- very sensible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2168/3088/1600/P1000282.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2168/3088/320/P1000282.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It didn't take long for Sue to find mittens&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2168/3088/1600/P1000285.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2168/3088/320/P1000285.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the treasure was Ludmila and her hand-knit lace shawls, which she sells for the equivalent of $35-$75.  A Lithuanian-American couple and a Russian woman helped me speak with Ludmila, who said the yarn comes from goats from Russia. Sue said "Orenburg?" and Ludmila nodded and said, "Orenburg."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2168/3088/1600/P1000288.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2168/3088/320/P1000288.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29625838-115237719886066136?l=travelingwithsueandmike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://travelingwithsueandmike.blogspot.com/feeds/115237719886066136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://travelingwithsueandmike.blogspot.com/2006/07/hot-times-in-vilnius.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29625838/posts/default/115237719886066136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29625838/posts/default/115237719886066136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://travelingwithsueandmike.blogspot.com/2006/07/hot-times-in-vilnius.html' title='Hot Times in Vilnius'/><author><name>Sue &amp;amp; Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05453542659402678857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://veseth.8bit-micro.com/suemike.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29625838.post-115225557027933877</id><published>2006-07-06T23:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-07T07:27:22.370-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Little of This, a Little of That</title><content type='html'>Our Thursday tourism included a melange of sightseeing, starting with churches, including St. John's. The style is much simpler than but just as beautiful as the highly decorated churches we have seen elsewhere in Europe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2168/3088/1600/P1000220.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2168/3088/320/P1000220.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always on the lookout for socks and mittens, although the hot weather kind of diminishes interest in heavy knitted goods.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2168/3088/1600/P1000244.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2168/3088/320/P1000244.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2168/3088/1600/P1000223.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2168/3088/320/P1000223.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The highlight of the day was meeting with friends who were Mike's students in Prague last summer. Andris, Juris, Elina and Boriss are all very bright, highly capable and great fun. Andris will is going to Boston next year to study for his MBA at Babson; Juis is working in finance in Riga before he decides his next move; Elina will complete her bachelor's degree in France; and Boriss will study for his master's in economics at the Central European University in Budapest. It was a pleasure to see them again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2168/3088/1600/P1000250.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2168/3088/320/P1000250.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had dinner at an atmospheric medieval cellar restaurant, lit only by candelight, featuring  foods and recipes of the 14th century.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29625838-115225557027933877?l=travelingwithsueandmike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://travelingwithsueandmike.blogspot.com/feeds/115225557027933877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://travelingwithsueandmike.blogspot.com/2006/07/little-of-this-little-of-that.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29625838/posts/default/115225557027933877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29625838/posts/default/115225557027933877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://travelingwithsueandmike.blogspot.com/2006/07/little-of-this-little-of-that.html' title='A Little of This, a Little of That'/><author><name>Sue &amp;amp; Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05453542659402678857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://veseth.8bit-micro.com/suemike.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29625838.post-115217180839767370</id><published>2006-07-06T00:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-06T00:45:11.963-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Riga Arts</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2168/3088/1600/P1000208.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2168/3088/320/P1000208.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yesterday (Wednesday) was arts day. We visited the Museum of Applied Decorative Arts, in the oldest stone building in Riga. Most of the items displayed were from the 1930s and 1940s and then from the 1970s and later, which may reflect what was going on politically. Sue gravitated toward the weavings; Mike especially liked the glass and furniture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the evening, we went to a concert in the Smaller Guild Hall, part of a Mozart festival. We heard two trios and a sonata. The pianist-leader looked at the small audience, said that it appeared we were all foreigners so he would make his remarks in English. It's true that we were probably all foreigners, but most of us were German-speaking. But, as we've discovered,&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2168/3088/1600/P1000205.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2168/3088/320/P1000205.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; English is the language of tourism.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've seen very few Americans on this trip, a lot of Brits and many Germans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2168/3088/1600/P1000216.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2168/3088/320/P1000216.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29625838-115217180839767370?l=travelingwithsueandmike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://travelingwithsueandmike.blogspot.com/feeds/115217180839767370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://travelingwithsueandmike.blogspot.com/2006/07/riga-arts.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29625838/posts/default/115217180839767370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29625838/posts/default/115217180839767370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://travelingwithsueandmike.blogspot.com/2006/07/riga-arts.html' title='Riga Arts'/><author><name>Sue &amp;amp; Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05453542659402678857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://veseth.8bit-micro.com/suemike.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29625838.post-115208961585923853</id><published>2006-07-05T01:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-05T02:06:34.810-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Touring Riga</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2168/3088/1600/P1000177.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2168/3088/320/P1000177.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Good news! Luggage arrived, Italy is in the Word Cup final. We're enjoying Riga, although the hot weather and cobble streets make our touring pace kind of slow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Riga architecture is fascinating. We especially liked the black cat building and the Art Deco buildings. The Old Town and neighboring areas are all walkable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We strolled through the Central Market this morning, where you can buy everything and anything. The main market is in five old zeppelin buildings and overflows into every square foot of pathway and street in the vicinity in the summer. Whole sections of the market are devoted to cheese, to bread, to meat, to fish (including smoked fish), plus clothes, shoes, cosmetics, toys, underwear, tools, garden supplies -- you name it. Strawberries, rhubarb and cherries were in good supply at $1 a pound or less.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sue stumbled on a yarn store with many of the Italian and German yarn at screamingly good prices. Italian mohair-silk&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2168/3088/1600/P1000191.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2168/3088/320/P1000191.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; laceweight at $4 a ball. Another visit is in order before we leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2168/3088/1600/P1000197.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2168/3088/320/P1000197.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29625838-115208961585923853?l=travelingwithsueandmike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://travelingwithsueandmike.blogspot.com/feeds/115208961585923853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://travelingwithsueandmike.blogspot.com/2006/07/touring-riga.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29625838/posts/default/115208961585923853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29625838/posts/default/115208961585923853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://travelingwithsueandmike.blogspot.com/2006/07/touring-riga.html' title='Touring Riga'/><author><name>Sue &amp;amp; Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05453542659402678857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://veseth.8bit-micro.com/suemike.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29625838.post-115199022187985210</id><published>2006-07-03T22:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-03T22:17:01.886-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome to Riga</title><content type='html'>We are in Riga; our luggage is somewhere between Copenhagen and Riga. Apparently the Copenhagen airport had major luggage problems yesterday. In spite of being slightly travel-grubby, we like Riga so far. Mike has eaten his first pork cutlet and Sue has seen her first pair of knit Latvian socks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29625838-115199022187985210?l=travelingwithsueandmike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://travelingwithsueandmike.blogspot.com/feeds/115199022187985210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://travelingwithsueandmike.blogspot.com/2006/07/welcome-to-riga.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29625838/posts/default/115199022187985210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29625838/posts/default/115199022187985210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://travelingwithsueandmike.blogspot.com/2006/07/welcome-to-riga.html' title='Welcome to Riga'/><author><name>Sue &amp;amp; Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05453542659402678857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://veseth.8bit-micro.com/suemike.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29625838.post-115187153262147679</id><published>2006-07-02T13:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-02T13:22:33.266-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What's it Tahuya?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2168/3088/1600/tahuya%20parade%20float%202.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2168/3088/320/tahuya%20parade%20float%202.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our July travels began in Tahuya. Tahuya is not an Eastern European city, but a small town on the north shore of Hood Canal in Washington state. Town motto: What's it Tahuya? Tahuya celebrates July 4 with a chaming community festival and parade, where neighbors catch up, raise money for good causes and have agood time. For the parade, local folks build floats and throw candy to the kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll spend the next many hours lining up, waiting and sitting in airports and on airplanes. We've heard good things about SAS, and just hope they are true. See you in Riga!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29625838-115187153262147679?l=travelingwithsueandmike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://travelingwithsueandmike.blogspot.com/feeds/115187153262147679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://travelingwithsueandmike.blogspot.com/2006/07/whats-it-tahuya.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29625838/posts/default/115187153262147679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29625838/posts/default/115187153262147679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://travelingwithsueandmike.blogspot.com/2006/07/whats-it-tahuya.html' title='What&apos;s it Tahuya?'/><author><name>Sue &amp;amp; Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05453542659402678857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://veseth.8bit-micro.com/suemike.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29625838.post-115127263154051817</id><published>2006-06-25T14:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-25T14:57:11.553-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Where to now?</title><content type='html'>"Where are you going next?" Since you asked, we're off to Riga, Latvia; Vilnius, Lithuania; and Prague, Czech Republic. We have not been to Riga or  Vilnius, so that's new territory. We spent last July in Prague, and are delighted to return.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our friends Nancy and Michael would add: "What did you eat?" "What did you buy?" We hope to answer those questions and more in this (experimental) travel blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To answer a few other questions you might ask at this point: Yes, we're packed (almost). Yes, Sue has identified her travel knitting projects. Yes, we have a house-minder on board. And, yes, we're excited about going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our next post probably will be closer to departure. We hope you enjoy travelling with us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29625838-115127263154051817?l=travelingwithsueandmike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://travelingwithsueandmike.blogspot.com/feeds/115127263154051817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://travelingwithsueandmike.blogspot.com/2006/06/where-to-now.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29625838/posts/default/115127263154051817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29625838/posts/default/115127263154051817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://travelingwithsueandmike.blogspot.com/2006/06/where-to-now.html' title='Where to now?'/><author><name>Sue &amp;amp; Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05453542659402678857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://veseth.8bit-micro.com/suemike.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
