<?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-27424414</id><updated>2011-04-21T12:32:13.660-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Libby's Life of Leisure!</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hellolibby.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27424414/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hellolibby.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Libby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16324103658181877289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>42</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27424414.post-115977257535975395</id><published>2006-10-01T23:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-02T00:02:55.360-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Party at Amy &amp; Mandy's</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/1600/IMGP5958.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/400/IMGP5958.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/1600/IMGP5960.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/400/IMGP5960.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/1600/IMGP5959.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/400/IMGP5959.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/1600/IMGP5956.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/400/IMGP5956.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/1600/IMGP5957.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/400/IMGP5957.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/27424414-115977257535975395?l=hellolibby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hellolibby.blogspot.com/feeds/115977257535975395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27424414&amp;postID=115977257535975395' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27424414/posts/default/115977257535975395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27424414/posts/default/115977257535975395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hellolibby.blogspot.com/2006/10/party-at-amy-mandys.html' title='Party at Amy &amp; Mandy&apos;s'/><author><name>Libby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16324103658181877289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27424414.post-115927488225927128</id><published>2006-09-26T05:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-26T05:49:22.276-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Drinks at mine!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/1600/IMGP5939.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/400/IMGP5939.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/1600/IMGP5937.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/400/IMGP5937.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/1600/IMGP5936.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/400/IMGP5936.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/1600/IMGP5927.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/400/IMGP5927.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/1600/IMGP5933.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/400/IMGP5933.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/1600/IMGP5938.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/400/IMGP5938.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/1600/IMGP5935.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/400/IMGP5935.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/1600/IMGP5924.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/400/IMGP5924.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/1600/IMGP5932.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/400/IMGP5932.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/1600/IMGP5928.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/400/IMGP5928.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/1600/IMGP5934.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/400/IMGP5934.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/1600/IMGP5940.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/400/IMGP5940.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/1600/IMGP5941.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/1600/IMGP5943.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/400/IMGP5943.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/1600/IMGP5948.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/400/IMGP5948.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/1600/IMGP5955.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/400/IMGP5955.0.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/27424414-115927488225927128?l=hellolibby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hellolibby.blogspot.com/feeds/115927488225927128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27424414&amp;postID=115927488225927128' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27424414/posts/default/115927488225927128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27424414/posts/default/115927488225927128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hellolibby.blogspot.com/2006/09/drinks-at-mine.html' title='Drinks at mine!'/><author><name>Libby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16324103658181877289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27424414.post-115823719127197141</id><published>2006-09-14T05:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-25T03:50:09.420-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The holiday comes to an end  :(</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/1600/IMGP5863.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/400/IMGP5863.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Murano Island&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/1600/IMGP5861.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/400/IMGP5861.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; St Marc's Square&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/1600/IMGP5919.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/400/IMGP5919.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/1600/IMGP5920.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/400/IMGP5920.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/1600/IMGP5918.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/400/IMGP5918.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/1600/IMGP5921.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/400/IMGP5921.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/1600/IMGP5915.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/400/IMGP5915.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/1600/IMGP5866.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/400/IMGP5866.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/1600/IMGP5886.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/400/IMGP5886.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/1600/IMGP5873.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/400/IMGP5873.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/1600/IMGP5872.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/1600/IMGP5864.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/400/IMGP5864.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/1600/IMGP5854.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/400/IMGP5854.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/1600/IMGP5860.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/400/IMGP5860.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/1600/IMGP5843.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/400/IMGP5843.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The view from my hotel window&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/1600/IMGP5846.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/1600/IMGP5862.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/400/IMGP5862.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/1600/IMGP5848.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/400/IMGP5848.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My hotel!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/1600/IMGP5851.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/400/IMGP5851.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; St Marc's Square&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/1600/IMGP5850.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/400/IMGP5850.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/1600/IMGP5863.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/1600/IMGP5903.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/400/IMGP5903.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/1600/IMGP5874.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/400/IMGP5874.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bongiorno a tutti xx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in Venice. I nearly died when I hopped off the train &amp; saw the platforms surrounded by water.&lt;br /&gt;Guess who gets boat-sick?! So no gondola ride.&lt;br /&gt;I was lucky to find my hotel was right infront of where the boat dropped me off. I was unlucky to realise this after I had walked 20min away from the hotel &amp;amp; then back again. Venice is so expensive so I am quite happy to be leaving today for Paris. I went to Murano to see the glass factories &amp; galleries but they were not blowing glass for the public on Wednesdays. I couldn't be bothered returning back there today because it was nearly an hour boat ride &amp;amp; I'll get sea sick. I think it may actually be cheaper to buy artistic glass in Melbourne because the euro conversion is terrible &amp; there is no shipping &amp;amp; insurance costs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The final day of my holiday has arrived. I've thrown out heaps of stuff like my towel, bed sheet, toilletries, some shoes, clothes &amp; underwear I never want to see again! &amp;amp; believe it or not, my backpack is half empty &amp; the day pack on the front is empty. What's going on? So I took the bedsheet out of the bin &amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp; re-packed it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye everybody &amp;amp; see you back in Australia. Ciao xo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27424414-115823719127197141?l=hellolibby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hellolibby.blogspot.com/feeds/115823719127197141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27424414&amp;postID=115823719127197141' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27424414/posts/default/115823719127197141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27424414/posts/default/115823719127197141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hellolibby.blogspot.com/2006/09/holiday-comes-to-end.html' title='The holiday comes to an end  :('/><author><name>Libby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16324103658181877289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27424414.post-115818109652678417</id><published>2006-09-13T13:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-13T13:58:31.836-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sight-seeing in Milan</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/1600/IMGP5638.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/400/IMGP5638.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; il magnifico Duomo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/1600/IMGP5639.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/400/IMGP5639.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I'll have to tell you what these 2 photos are later. I've forgotten!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/1600/IMGP5633.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/400/IMGP5633.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/1600/IMGP5636.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/400/IMGP5636.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The view from Piazza il Duomo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/1600/IMGP5784.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/400/IMGP5784.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Inside the walls of Castello Sforza&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/1600/IMGP5780.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/400/IMGP5780.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/1600/IMGP5781.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/400/IMGP5781.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The dried up moat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/1600/IMGP5787.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/400/IMGP5787.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Wearing a less offensive skirt!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/1600/IMGP5788.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/400/IMGP5788.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/1600/IMGP5789.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/400/IMGP5789.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The entrance of Castle Sforza&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/1600/IMGP5642.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/400/IMGP5642.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The Hari Krishna float&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/1600/IMGP5585.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/400/IMGP5585.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Il Duomo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/1600/IMGP5598.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/400/IMGP5598.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/1600/IMGP5591.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/400/IMGP5591.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Inside the Duomo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/1600/IMGP5594.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/400/IMGP5594.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; even the floor was magnificent!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/1600/IMGP5592.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/400/IMGP5592.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/1600/IMGP5612.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/400/IMGP5612.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Antique hand block collection&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/1600/IMGP5616.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/400/IMGP5616.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; hand block up close&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/1600/IMGP5629.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/400/IMGP5629.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The finished product on fabric.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/1600/IMGP5607.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/400/IMGP5607.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/1600/IMGP5587.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/400/IMGP5587.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Entrance to the most fantastic 'shopping mall' building. The picure above it is the inside&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27424414-115818109652678417?l=hellolibby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hellolibby.blogspot.com/feeds/115818109652678417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27424414&amp;postID=115818109652678417' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27424414/posts/default/115818109652678417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27424414/posts/default/115818109652678417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hellolibby.blogspot.com/2006/09/sight-seeing-in-milan.html' title='Sight-seeing in Milan'/><author><name>Libby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16324103658181877289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27424414.post-115817064506407304</id><published>2006-09-13T10:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-13T11:04:05.180-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lady offended by my legs!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/1600/IMGP5343.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 425px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 344px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="316" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/400/IMGP5343.jpg" width="387" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whilst enjoying my last day in Milan, a lady approached me on the footpath &amp; gave me an angry scolding in Italian, then walked off. I didn't know exactly what she said to me but I heard the words gambe &amp;amp; stamattina (legs &amp; morning) &amp;amp; with her tone of voice I gathered she was telling me off for showing so much leg so early in the morning (it was 10:30am).  Later that afternoon 2 italian boys approached me showing major concern that the front of my dress was being messed up by my shopping bags. This dress will not be worn again!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27424414-115817064506407304?l=hellolibby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hellolibby.blogspot.com/feeds/115817064506407304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27424414&amp;postID=115817064506407304' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27424414/posts/default/115817064506407304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27424414/posts/default/115817064506407304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hellolibby.blogspot.com/2006/09/lady-offended-by-my-legs.html' title='Lady offended by my legs!'/><author><name>Libby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16324103658181877289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27424414.post-115800480681024948</id><published>2006-09-11T12:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-07T01:20:54.186-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kimi Raikkonen's Boat</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/1600/IMGP5804.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/400/IMGP5804.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/1600/IMGP5803.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/400/IMGP5803.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/1600/IMGP5797.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/400/IMGP5797.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/1600/IMGP5793.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/400/IMGP5793.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/1600/IMGP5814.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/400/IMGP5814.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/1600/IMGP5799.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/400/IMGP5799.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;Today I did a day trip to Portofino. You may remember this village from past episodes of Bold &amp; the Beautiful! It's on the Ligurian coast just near the Cinque Terre &amp;amp; I really wanted to stop there back in July but never had the time. From the train station I had to catch a bus (or boat) to get there - you know a town is pretty exclusive when it's off the train line! Boy what a village! The boats! And the boats!! I was looking at this giant yacht thinking 'hey that looks like Kimi Raikkonen's boat from the Monaco GP' &amp; then I read the name "One more toy" &amp;amp; it was his boat!! Unbelievable! I asked the deck staff on board if he was likely to come outside &amp;amp; they said no.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27424414-115800480681024948?l=hellolibby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hellolibby.blogspot.com/feeds/115800480681024948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27424414&amp;postID=115800480681024948' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27424414/posts/default/115800480681024948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27424414/posts/default/115800480681024948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hellolibby.blogspot.com/2006/09/kimi-raikkonens-boat.html' title='Kimi Raikkonen&apos;s Boat'/><author><name>Libby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16324103658181877289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27424414.post-115791773401097977</id><published>2006-09-10T11:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-07T01:21:26.510-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Monza Gran Premio!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/1600/IMGP5609.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/1600/IMGP5653.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/400/IMGP5653.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Driver's parade before the race. The truck was driving so fast it was nearly impossible to get this photo - that is why it is so crap - but you can see some big-guns in there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/1600/IMGP5654.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/400/IMGP5654.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/1600/IMGP5711.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/400/IMGP5711.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Flying!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/1600/IMGP5747.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/400/IMGP5747.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Go McLaren!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/1600/IMGP5765.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/400/IMGP5765.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Alonso waving to the crowd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/1600/IMGP5662.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/400/IMGP5662.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kimi.... we love you!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/1600/IMGP5690.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/1600/IMGP5771.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/400/IMGP5771.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And the winner is.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/1600/IMGP5774.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/400/IMGP5774.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Storming the track after the race!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/1600/IMGP5778.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/400/IMGP5778.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/1600/IMGP5760.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/400/IMGP5760.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I can't show you any more photos of the winners podium etc because I was clicking so madly the camera overheated and broke. - Don't worry, it's fixed now. It just needed to cool down &amp; rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a fantastic weekend! A storm was predicted for the race weekend and both days were perfect and sunny. It couldn't have been any better... well it could of if Raikkonen won the GP! I was sitting on the lateral parabola. The cars would fly past me then jump on the brakes for the curve. I think I have whiplash from turning my head so fast. All you could see was a flash of colour and when you could actually see the car, you knew they were losing serious time. I got to see some great overtaking and afew wheels touching and some real sprints to reach the corner first. Brilliant!! The TV screen and english/italian commentary was opposite me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the race we all jumped the fence and ran onto the track upto the start-finish line so that we could see the winners podium. I got there just as the champagne was spraying but then it was all over. The next big problem was how to climb back over the fence because it was triple the height now and I had on a little skirt and sandles. I managed! It involved me and 30,000 people all trying to squeeze through a small hole in the chicken wire and it took about an hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to give a big shout-out to Trenitalia!! You've out done yourself - Milan should be proud! The city has hosted a world-wide event and the train company scheduled trains to Monza 2.5hrs apart on friday, 1.5hrs apart on saturday &amp;amp; more than 45min apart on sunday race day. And the bus system on paper looked to be more frequent but turned out to be even longer. Well done Milan!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I managed to fit in some sightseeing in the late afternoons. The duomo is the most magnificent building and I went there daily. I went to a shop that made hand blocked fabric &amp; wall paper. They had a museum that boasted the worlds largest collection of printing blocks as old as 16th century and the recent prints seen on nearly every bedspread in any hotel/motel I've been in!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I went to a Sforza Castle. The moat around the outer &amp;amp; inner perimeters of the walls has dried up and has grass in it. I was too late for a tour of the museums but it was enough to just walk through the premises. The Hari Krishna's had a huge float that was being pulled by people &amp; they dragged it all through the city (slowly) for what seemed like hours. I was wandering around sightseeing &amp;amp;amp; every corner I turned, the float (&amp;amp; the singing) was there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think tomorrow I will do a small day trip somewhere. It all hangs in the balance of how early I wake up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27424414-115791773401097977?l=hellolibby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hellolibby.blogspot.com/feeds/115791773401097977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27424414&amp;postID=115791773401097977' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27424414/posts/default/115791773401097977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27424414/posts/default/115791773401097977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hellolibby.blogspot.com/2006/09/monza-gran-premio.html' title='Monza Gran Premio!!'/><author><name>Libby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16324103658181877289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27424414.post-115774905447756680</id><published>2006-09-08T13:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-07T01:22:15.766-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The photos the computer doesn't want you to see...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/1600/IMGP4902.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/1600/IMGP4555.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/400/IMGP4555.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/1600/IMGP4559.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/400/IMGP4559.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/1600/IMGP4568.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/400/IMGP4568.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/1600/IMGP4667.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/400/IMGP4667.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; What are Dinosaur Designs doing in the National Archeological Museum of Rome??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/1600/IMGP4664.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/400/IMGP4664.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;For some reason, I cannot load some of the photos onto certain pages. I can't explain. So I'll throw random photos on here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27424414-115774905447756680?l=hellolibby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hellolibby.blogspot.com/feeds/115774905447756680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27424414&amp;postID=115774905447756680' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27424414/posts/default/115774905447756680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27424414/posts/default/115774905447756680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hellolibby.blogspot.com/2006/09/photos-computer-doesnt-want-you-to-see.html' title='The photos the computer doesn&apos;t want you to see...'/><author><name>Libby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16324103658181877289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27424414.post-115774657254381909</id><published>2006-09-08T13:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-13T11:13:13.873-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Greetings from the Italian Grand Prix</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/1600/IMGP5551.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/400/IMGP5551.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Where the hell am I? &lt;br /&gt;This is where the bus dropped me off for the GP.  Don't know where I'm supposed to go now!  I followed the noise behind the trees in the far distance. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/1600/IMGP5560.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/400/IMGP5560.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Alonso&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/1600/IMGP5577.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/400/IMGP5577.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Schumi.  Raikk's was just too quick. I could never get a photo of his car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/1600/IMGP5664.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/400/IMGP5664.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/1600/IMGP5548.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/400/IMGP5548.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is Monza!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I caught the train to Milan, dumped my bags &amp; went straight to the autodrome in Monza. It was the most insanely difficult exercise getting to the track. The city of Milan didn't bother throwing in any extra trains to Monza or direct buses to the track on Friday. By the time I waited an hour for each connecting transport I arrived at the very end of the 2nd (and final) practice session for the F1 cars. My Friday ticket gave me access to all the grandstands &amp;amp; I checked out my seat for tomorrow's action &amp; it is a very good spot indeed - up high &amp;amp; right infront of the giant TV.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27424414-115774657254381909?l=hellolibby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hellolibby.blogspot.com/feeds/115774657254381909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27424414&amp;postID=115774657254381909' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27424414/posts/default/115774657254381909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27424414/posts/default/115774657254381909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hellolibby.blogspot.com/2006/09/greetings-from-italian-grand-prix.html' title='Greetings from the Italian Grand Prix'/><author><name>Libby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16324103658181877289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27424414.post-115774577547097991</id><published>2006-09-08T12:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-13T12:25:51.723-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bike riding in Viareggio</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/1600/IMGP5480.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/400/IMGP5480.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Last time at the beach (in europe)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/1600/IMGP5490.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/400/IMGP5490.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Party at Virgy's!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/1600/IMGP5493.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/400/IMGP5493.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/1600/IMGP5519.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/400/IMGP5519.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The most delicious cake EVER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/1600/IMGP5503.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/400/IMGP5503.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/1600/IMGP5509.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/400/IMGP5509.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/1600/IMGP5514.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/1600/IMGP5532.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/400/IMGP5532.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elisa &amp; I went bike riding around Viareggio today. I loved the bike but I found it difficult to keep right &amp;amp; turn corners whilst staying on the correct side. Wearing no helmet didn't fill me with confidence! We met Elisa's mum on the beach &amp; I surprised myself by falling asleep on the sand. When I woke up, Elisa's dad was there instead!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Virginia was throwing a party at her house that night. Coincidently, Viareggio was celebrating another festival with huge bonfires from pine trees &amp;amp; fireworks which we could see from the terrace. Now it's 4 fantastic dinners in 3 days! Virgy has an open fireplace style BBQ on the terrace and the flavour it gave to the meat was brilliant! Virginia can throw a great party!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27424414-115774577547097991?l=hellolibby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hellolibby.blogspot.com/feeds/115774577547097991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27424414&amp;postID=115774577547097991' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27424414/posts/default/115774577547097991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27424414/posts/default/115774577547097991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hellolibby.blogspot.com/2006/09/bike-riding-in-viareggio.html' title='Bike riding in Viareggio'/><author><name>Libby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16324103658181877289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27424414.post-115774506567455150</id><published>2006-09-08T12:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-13T12:05:03.593-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Home Cooked Dinner!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/1600/IMGP5440.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/400/IMGP5440.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; On the pier at Fort dei Marmi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/1600/IMGP5446.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/400/IMGP5446.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A common site - blocks of marble - everywhere!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/1600/IMGP5460.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/400/IMGP5460.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The beautiful village of Pietrosanta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/1600/IMGP5449.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/400/IMGP5449.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The first floor of the restaurant we had lunch in used to be a prison.  They have left the walls untouched to show the drawings of the prisoners back in the day.   This guy was obviously no Picasso!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/1600/IMGP5451.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/400/IMGP5451.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/1600/IMGP5455.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/400/IMGP5455.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/1600/IMGP5457.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/400/IMGP5457.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; prisoner drawings on the wall as early as 1868.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/1600/IMGP5461.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/400/IMGP5461.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; an unusual sculpture in the middle of the piazza&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/1600/IMGP5462.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/400/IMGP5462.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Bellino!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/1600/IMGP5463.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/400/IMGP5463.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Virginia &amp; friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/1600/IMGP5464.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/400/IMGP5464.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The beautiful church of Pietrosanta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/1600/IMGP5479.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/400/IMGP5479.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Elisa's parents&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the villages surrounding Viareggio are 10min away. Virginia took me to Forte dei Marmi (Fort of Marble). It is a beautiful village populated in summer by the rich &amp; famous. Many talented marble sculptors live here. Virgy told me that back in the day, MichaelAngelo would go into these hills to choose his piece of marble to sculpt from. A suprising fact: Cararra is only 10min away!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a great market on today. It had your better than average stock to what is normally sold at a market. I was shocked to see Miss Sixty jeans for €30! I almost thought that a department store had been robbed &amp;amp; the market was a garage sale. The quality of the leather &amp; fur on sale was amazing. I only shopped at the €2 shop!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elisa's parents invited me over for dinner at their house. Mmmm..... home cooking! Elisa's mum made the nicest risotto, roast beef, potatoes &amp;amp; peppers, mushrooms &amp;amp; bruscetta. I was in food-heaven! That is 3 brilliant meals in 2 days - for lunch, Virginia had taken me to her friend's restaurant for traditional Tuscan cuisine. No pasta in site (I keep thinking back to my frozen microwave pasta in Siena - disgraceful).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6th Sept 2006&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27424414-115774506567455150?l=hellolibby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hellolibby.blogspot.com/feeds/115774506567455150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27424414&amp;postID=115774506567455150' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27424414/posts/default/115774506567455150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27424414/posts/default/115774506567455150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hellolibby.blogspot.com/2006/09/home-cooked-dinner.html' title='Home Cooked Dinner!'/><author><name>Libby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16324103658181877289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27424414.post-115774350347563821</id><published>2006-09-08T11:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-13T12:36:21.496-07:00</updated><title type='text'>'Country Party'</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/1600/IMGP5394.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/400/IMGP5394.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Chiara, Virginia, Elisa &amp; me on my first night in Viareggio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/1600/IMGP5389.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/400/IMGP5389.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Out to dinner at a traditional Tuscan-style trattoria&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/1600/IMGP5400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/400/IMGP5400.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; On the pier at Viareggio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/1600/IMGP5398.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/400/IMGP5398.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/1600/IMGP5406.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/400/IMGP5406.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Note the desert table in bottom left of the picture - mmmm!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/1600/IMGP5407.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/400/IMGP5407.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Francesca, Virgy &amp; me at the 'country party!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/1600/IMGP5409.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/400/IMGP5409.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Dinner best dinner ever! - Tuscan style.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/1600/IMGP5417.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/400/IMGP5417.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/1600/IMGP5418.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/400/IMGP5418.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Bingo!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/1600/IMGP4935.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/400/IMGP4935.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Cheers! Last night at Francesco's (Ios). Candice had made us some mystery shots!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/1600/IMGP4889.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/400/IMGP4889.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Virginia &amp; Elisa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/1600/IMGP4915.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/400/IMGP4915.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The view from Francesco's. The postcard photographers come here to take their pictures of the sunset.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/1600/IMGP4925.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/400/IMGP4925.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/1600/IMGP4921.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/1600/IMGP4944.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/400/IMGP4944.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I decided to blow off the Amalfi coast &amp; Naples part of my holiday in favour for another week in Tuscany. It was an easy choice really..... risk having my bag snatched by thieves on scooters &amp;amp; stay in a dirty hostel? Or go north to fashionable &amp; picturesque Toscany &amp;amp; stay with my new friends Virginia &amp; Elisa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best decision ever!! I stayed with Virginia in Viareggio, a coastal town 10min drive from Lucca. Viareggio has everything: Boats of the rich &amp;amp; famous, beautiful beaches, a promenade lined with fantastic designer shops &amp; boutiques, dozens of public swimming pools located adjacent to the beach, bike trails, gelaterias, bars with free antipasto in the evenings....Great!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girls picked me up from the station &amp;amp; took me out to dinner with their friend Chiara who was just lovely! Virgy told me it is very rare for an Italian person to have an Australian friend so all of her friends were curious to meet me - to see what an Australian girl is like!! The next morning Virginia's younger brother came over as soon as I'd gotten out of bed - to see his sister's Australian friend! It was very nice that people were so interested in meeting me &amp; I was so impressed that everybody knew so much english - and even if they didn't, they would be too polite to say so &amp;amp; continue listening to me! I think that happened alot! Everyone I spoke with was so extremely nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was taken to a 'country party' (aka, la sagra). It was a porcini mushroom festival held in the countryside marking the arrival of the mushroom season. There was an enormous amount of food &amp;amp; it was one of the best meals I've eaten. I played Italian bingo!! It was so much fun. I know the numbers 1-99!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5th Sept 2006&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27424414-115774350347563821?l=hellolibby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hellolibby.blogspot.com/feeds/115774350347563821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27424414&amp;postID=115774350347563821' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27424414/posts/default/115774350347563821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27424414/posts/default/115774350347563821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hellolibby.blogspot.com/2006/09/country-party.html' title='&apos;Country Party&apos;'/><author><name>Libby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16324103658181877289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27424414.post-115730877327194098</id><published>2006-09-03T11:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-12T07:26:49.253-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Barcelona has 2 pirate bars opposite eachother!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/1600/IMGP5341.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/400/IMGP5341.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More Gaudi....&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/1600/IMGP5139.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/400/IMGP5139.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smurf-house!&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/1600/IMGP5140.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/400/IMGP5140.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;' Sagrada Familia' Gaudi's most famous landmark! It is absolutely amazing - so much detail in every square inch. Every wall is a different style. It's completely crazy, especially the bunches of fruit on the roof-tops!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/1600/IMGP5220.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/400/IMGP5220.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/1600/IMGP5224.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/400/IMGP5224.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/1600/IMGP5195.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/400/IMGP5195.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/1600/IMGP5181.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/400/IMGP5181.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/1600/IMGP5194.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/400/IMGP5194.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/1600/IMGP5192.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/400/IMGP5192.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fled Barcelona today on the back of my shocking salsa performance last night. Every one of my dance partners dumped me as soon as the song ended.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning I was woken to the soothing sounds of a whistle. The Spanish think it's great to take a whistle out on a saturday night because it's very musical. But not at 7am in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in Rome now &amp; I finally got to see the Raphael exhibition on display at Galleria Borghese. I made the booking when I was here 1 month ago..... I was so cross when I went the first time. I planned my whole day around this gallery, arrived well before it opened, lined up in the queue for ages, got to the desk &amp;amp; was told no ticket if I didn't have a booking. Nowhere in any of the brochures did it say you have to book. So today I felt so sorry for this old man who was lugging his suitcase all the way to the gallery (and we waited 1hr for the bus) only to be turned away at the door.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27424414-115730877327194098?l=hellolibby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hellolibby.blogspot.com/feeds/115730877327194098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27424414&amp;postID=115730877327194098' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27424414/posts/default/115730877327194098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27424414/posts/default/115730877327194098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hellolibby.blogspot.com/2006/09/barcelona-has-2-pirate-bars-opposite.html' title='Barcelona has 2 pirate bars opposite eachother!'/><author><name>Libby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16324103658181877289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27424414.post-115721934249178081</id><published>2006-09-02T10:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-03T14:49:46.760-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wolfmother play Barcelona!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/1600/IMGP5254.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/1600/IMGP5257.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/400/IMGP5257.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/1600/IMGP5259.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/400/IMGP5259.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/1600/IMGP5260.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/400/IMGP5260.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The beautiful beach at Setges! Lovely!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/1600/IMGP5047.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/400/IMGP5047.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Tapas bar. The payment method is: at the end of eating, take your toothpicks to the counter &amp; you pay per toothpick! Gotta love that system!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/1600/IMGP5242.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/400/IMGP5242.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Muchos mojitos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/1600/IMGP5252.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/1600/IMGP5169.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/400/IMGP5169.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Crazy cafè&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/1600/IMGP5290.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/400/IMGP5290.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Manuel Gonzalez- the best spanish guitarist in the world!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/1600/IMGP5327.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/1600/IMGP5330.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/400/IMGP5330.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; the 'tree' cafè. And that's a real waterfall! (doesn't photograph very well).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/1600/IMGP5335.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/400/IMGP5335.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; is that a bed in the corner of the cafè? and why is there a woman hovering in the air??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/1600/IMGP5168.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/1600/IMGP5175.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/400/IMGP5175.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The famous wee on the street! It ran the entire block!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/1600/IMGP5333.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night Wolfmother played a support gig for Pearl Jam in Barca. It was so cool seeing the posters around the city and adverts on the ATM. The ATM´s give you the option to buy concert tickets as well as withdraw money! If Pearl Jam weren´t in their 5o´s and totally lame I would´ve gone to the show. Instead, I saw Concerto de Aranjuez played by Manuel Gonzalez inside a grande cathedral. The acoustics were amazing. I had my photo taken with him after the show! His photo on the promo posters was taken about 20yrs ago &amp; he looks nothing like it now!&lt;br /&gt;Today I went to a shoe museum! They had shoes from the 12th, 16th &amp;amp; 17th centuries. The little old man who ran the shop gave us a detailed tour &amp; luckily Jo could translate it to english for us! No photos allowed because they wanted us to buy the shoe poster at the end of the tour. The shoe poster was so awful. I would´ve bought it if it were a little bit funny, but it was just plain awful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jo took us on a quirky cafe-bar tour of the city. Some of the bars are completely insane. One had mop tops as seats and oragami figurines all over the walls and windows. One was pitch black with some candle light &amp;amp; had fake trees &amp; leaves everywhere &amp;amp; even a waterfall inside. It was very bizaaro - like something out of alice in wonderland. The toilets had crazy mirrors and trees in there too! At the place where we had lunch, we sat at a table that was already occupied with people &amp; just sat down one at a time every few minutes so they wouldn´t feel like we were taking over the table!? I had the hottest chilli of my life &amp;amp; nearly passed out! my lips were stinging for hours! One thing is certain: this town makes the best mojitos ever! I am bringing the 'special recipe' home with me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were walking home the other night (when I say 'we' I mean Joanna, her boyfriend Eddie, her friend from Warnambool Ange, me &amp; whatever other friends of hers are tagging along!). There was this little old lady pushing her little shopping trolley along the street and as I passed her I felt spray on my feet &amp;amp; so did Joanna. We then realised she was doing a massive wee as she walked down the street and it was gushing out like a hose. Gross! It continued all up the street! Yuck! That was probably the only un-choice thing I´ve seen whilst here in Barcelona. It is so amazing here. I´ve seen no dodgy people. No hassels. No drunk &amp; disorderly people at night. Its all very civilised!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday we all went to Setges which is Barcelona´s prettiest beach. It was an hour train ride but well worth it. The water was amazingly warm, the sand soft, the waves perfect. There were these 2 people giving massage on the beach and all of a sudden a whistle blew and they got up and bolted, halfway through giving the massage. Tonight we are going to a party at a friends house then off to a Spanish Salsa club! I hope I can remember the salsa from my bullring days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day in Valencia was the festival of tomato throwing! It´s this crazy annual event where tonnes of tomatoes get dumped across the village &amp;amp; at 11am to 1pm, people go nuts throwing tomatoes at eachother. But the crazy part is that before the tomatoes can be thrown, someone has to climb the greasy pole &amp; retrieve a giant ham that is bolted to the top of the pole. Makes sense!? I nearly went! Ange was going for 2 days &amp;amp; I so nearly went with her. Believe it or not, the friends she was meeting up with in Valencia were also friends of mine from Melbourne! I couldn´t believe it. It never occurred to me to ask 'who are your friends?' Maybe I´ll bump into them further down the track. It´s my last night in Barca then I´m back in Rome to catch up with the girls I met in Ios. I miss being in Greece - the land of fake Paul Frank merchandise and €20 havaianas (what a rip-off). And the genuine paul frank t-shirts were €85. Thats about $160AUD.&lt;br /&gt;I will post photos next time. I have the CD... i just cant read spanish instructions on how to upload the photos. Anyway, if my salsa dancing is that bad tonight it doesn´t matter coz i´m leaving the country tomorrow!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27424414-115721934249178081?l=hellolibby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hellolibby.blogspot.com/feeds/115721934249178081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27424414&amp;postID=115721934249178081' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27424414/posts/default/115721934249178081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27424414/posts/default/115721934249178081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hellolibby.blogspot.com/2006/09/wolfmother-play-barcelona.html' title='Wolfmother play Barcelona!'/><author><name>Libby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16324103658181877289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27424414.post-115702623856723391</id><published>2006-08-31T05:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-03T15:24:00.840-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Barcelona</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/1600/IMGP5070.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/400/IMGP5070.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Classic Gaudi mosaic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/1600/IMGP5101.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/1600/IMGP5076.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/400/IMGP5076.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Smurf house!  Parc Guell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/1600/IMGP5076.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/1600/IMGP5102.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/400/IMGP5102.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/1600/IMGP5069.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/400/IMGP5069.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/1600/IMGP5147.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/400/IMGP5147.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am in Barcelona now! My friend Joanna who lived at Whitley College with me now lives right in the heart of the city. It´s great having a nice apartment and the luxury of being able to throw toilet paper in the toilet again. I really missed it! I´ve done a very leisurely tour of Barcelona over the days (because I´m here for so long). My first trip was to the Gaudi casa-museum at Parc Guell.  The park was absolutely amazing with tile mosaics &amp; crazy curvey shaped structures everywhere.  Everything there was so impressive!  I walked back into the city (it was a long walk!) and saw most of the famous buildings designed by Gaudi.  They were completely insane.  Like out of topsy-turvey land or something.  The buildings in the city were completely random.  Some were ornamental style dolls houses but with a crazy roof!   Mad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am pleased to announce that I got to see the Picasso exhibition!!  The reason the museum in Antibes was closed for the year was because all of the works were being loaned to the Picasso museum in Barcelona (not Melbourne).  So I got to see 2 shows for the price of 1.   Bonus!  And of course that meant another book!  I have since posted (or shipped - not sure what I agreed to as I just nodded  to whatever Spanish was being said to me &amp; handed over the money) all of the books back to Oz so I no longer have to lug them around.  It was a great day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27424414-115702623856723391?l=hellolibby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hellolibby.blogspot.com/feeds/115702623856723391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27424414&amp;postID=115702623856723391' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27424414/posts/default/115702623856723391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27424414/posts/default/115702623856723391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hellolibby.blogspot.com/2006/08/barcelona.html' title='Barcelona'/><author><name>Libby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16324103658181877289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27424414.post-115702611417169998</id><published>2006-08-31T04:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-13T12:54:53.163-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Ugly-Boat Cometh!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/1600/IMGP4972.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/400/IMGP4972.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Welcome to Santorini&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/1600/IMGP4948.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/400/IMGP4948.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Perissa beach - where I was staying. It is small black pebbles on the beach, but once you step into the water you are standing on smooth solid lava.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/1600/IMGP4958.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/400/IMGP4958.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The famous Santorini sunset&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/1600/IMGP4962.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/400/IMGP4962.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here I am wearing Roberto Coin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/1600/IMGP4967.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/400/IMGP4967.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Just amazing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/1600/IMGP4968.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/400/IMGP4968.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; There is a chance I may have bought this ring! - a small chance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/1600/IMGP4965.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/400/IMGP4965.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I never went back to Ios. Apparently the ugly boat arrived just after I left. I know this because a day later my 2 roomies Simon &amp; Tim &amp;amp; 2 other guys arrived at my Santorini hostel. It was great having the same familiar faces close by. Two nights before I left Ios, I went to bed early &amp; half an hour later, 20 people bust through my door making all sorts of noise. I thought it was friends bringing the party to me because they were sorry I left early, but then I saw Simon being carried in and dumped into bed. He´d broken his foot. It had to happen to someone (I really thought it would be me because the stone steps are really hard to negotiate &amp;amp; if I hadn´t been wearing flat shoes the entire time I definitely would´ve done some damage). It was really quite funny because he´d fallen really far away from our hostel &amp; here was this 6foot giant being carried in by 2 shorties. And the funniest part was that in all the commotion, someone had carried his broken havaiana thong home too! Out of all the things to be worried about, it just seemed mad that someone had bothered. - All over Ios there are single shoes scattered across the footpaths - where people have fallen, and lost their shoe. I can imagine if there was a lost property or something, there´d be a thousand shoes to choose from. So the mission for the next day was to find a matching thong! It was no wonder they´d fled to Santorini now.... it is the place where everyone from Ios goes to recover before leaving Greece!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Santorini has some of the best gold jewellry in the world. Some of the pieces were amazing. I was hanging out at this particular shop where I´d made friends with the girl that works there &amp;amp; for the hours that I´d just sit around chatting they let me wear some of the most breath-taking diamond &amp;amp; precious stone jewellry. And they photographed me with it on! It was great. Every so often I´d put on another elaborate piece ie, diamond mega-bracelet worth €30,000! and matching ring! And I´d just sit their with my glass of wine (or espresso) and enjoy the sunsets (the shop was right on the rocky coastline). I happened to go into another shop where they knew Anastacia (the nice doctor) from RCH neonate dept.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was really nice being back in Athens again. The hostel I stayed at was really great and in an area I was familiar with from my first visit. There were 2 girls in my room that I´d sat with on the ferry to Santorini so that was a nice suprise. I spent the day at the Archeological Museum which is full of ancient treasures that they found at excavation sites. It was truly amazing (I took lots of photos!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27424414-115702611417169998?l=hellolibby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hellolibby.blogspot.com/feeds/115702611417169998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27424414&amp;postID=115702611417169998' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27424414/posts/default/115702611417169998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27424414/posts/default/115702611417169998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hellolibby.blogspot.com/2006/08/ugly-boat-cometh.html' title='The Ugly-Boat Cometh!'/><author><name>Libby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16324103658181877289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27424414.post-115635028554972289</id><published>2006-08-23T09:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-03T13:57:57.776-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally left Ios</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/1600/IMGP4888.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/400/IMGP4888.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; These are the Italian boys I spoke to for an hour and then at the end they told Virginia &amp; Elisa (my translation team) that they had no idea what I was saying for the past hour &amp;amp; they couldn't understand English!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/1600/IMGP4829.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/400/IMGP4829.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This guy met a girl named Sarah last night and then went to the tattoo shop. What a dickhead!  A group of us were actually gonna get Sarah's name tattooed on our shoulders but a policeman came out of no where &amp; blew a whistle &amp;amp; the tattooist rolled his little sheet-on-the-ground shop up &amp; ran away!  Too bad.  It looks really good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/1600/IMGP4830.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/400/IMGP4830.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Now this is his mate showing us the right way to get a tattoo.  Coincidently, it happened to be Mandy's boyfriend!  Nice one Mandy!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/1600/IMGP4936.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/400/IMGP4936.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; These girls were hysterical!  They came to Ios for afew days at the start of the month and then flew home to London.  But they loved Ios so much that they came back 2 weeks later to stay for a month &amp; brought their entire wardrobes with them.  It was quite exciting to see them come down the stairs every night in their many glamorous outfits!  Rumour has it that one the sisters is 15!&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/1600/IMGP4816.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/400/IMGP4816.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This little kid was in the clubs every single night selling glow sticks &amp; glow necklaces.  It was insane!  Every single night - at midnight to sunrise.  And the bouncers let him in all of the clubs.  I think he's 8.  Madness! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've made it to Santorini! It was a half-hour ferry ride. I spent all day on a beautiful black sand beach in Perissa but I kept wishing I was in Ios. I think I'll go back after I get some rest here. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27424414-115635028554972289?l=hellolibby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hellolibby.blogspot.com/feeds/115635028554972289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27424414&amp;postID=115635028554972289' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27424414/posts/default/115635028554972289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27424414/posts/default/115635028554972289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hellolibby.blogspot.com/2006/08/finally-left-ios.html' title='Finally left Ios'/><author><name>Libby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16324103658181877289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27424414.post-115624090547627627</id><published>2006-08-22T02:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-03T12:32:25.556-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I think I might live here......</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/1600/IMGP4835.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/400/IMGP4835.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Me &amp; Amir. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/1600/IMGP4832.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/400/IMGP4832.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jager.  Evil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/1600/IMGP4887.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/400/IMGP4887.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Virginia &amp; Elisa - my Italian posse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/1600/IMGP4871.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/400/IMGP4871.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 10:30 drinks at Francesco's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/1600/IMGP4836.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/400/IMGP4836.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Nice One!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have extended my stay here yet again! I'm having so much fun. The days are all rolling into one because it's the same thing every day but with different people. Each day I hang out with someone new. The other night when we all got back from clubbing, I shaved this guys beard off! He had been travelling for 3 months and hadn't shaved &amp; at 5 in the morning it seemed like a great idea to take it off! It was quite a group effort, everyone contributed razors, shaving cream, lotion etc. It took me about an hour to clip it with little nail scissors and just as I was cutting the part on his throat, he was like "oh my god! are you drunk?" and I was like "Ummmm.....!!" The Aussies are taking over the hostel. I am in a dorm with 2 Sydney boys &amp;amp; they own so much pink clothing and one even has the same girl-shorts as me, that when the 4th person moved in he thought he was sharing a room with 3 girls!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am getting to practise my Italian alot because I'm hanging out with 2 Italian girls. It's really good. Tonight is my last night here in Ios and then I'm off to Santorini to dry out for a couple of days. The Italian girls are coming with me! A big group of us are meeting up at the beach today for a 'last day party'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh I forgot to mention, I spotted Millsy on the beach &amp;amp; also Charlie from Lost!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27424414-115624090547627627?l=hellolibby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hellolibby.blogspot.com/feeds/115624090547627627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27424414&amp;postID=115624090547627627' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27424414/posts/default/115624090547627627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27424414/posts/default/115624090547627627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hellolibby.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-think-i-might-live-here.html' title='I think I might live here......'/><author><name>Libby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16324103658181877289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27424414.post-115589047145845984</id><published>2006-08-18T01:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-13T13:04:19.053-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ios Update!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/1600/IMGP4866.3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/400/IMGP4866.3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Matching shorts!  Me &amp; my room-mate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/1600/IMGP4867.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/400/IMGP4867.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My other room-mate!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/1600/IMGP4902.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/400/IMGP4902.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And here they are keeping the beach safe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/1600/IMGP4866.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/1600/IMGP4934.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/400/IMGP4934.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The blonde girl sitting next to me 'appeared' in my dorm one night and sneaks in every night to sleep on the floor. Apparently the place she's meant to be staying at is a filth-hole &amp; she feels safer &amp;amp; cleaner in my room on the floor. Who is this girl??? She just shows up then vanishes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/1600/IMGP4866.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/1600/IMGP4823.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/400/IMGP4823.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The girl in the yellow (Valentina) is 17! She's here for 2 weeks it's hilarious!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/1600/IMGP4882.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/400/IMGP4882.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Every afternoon we'd leave the beach &amp; go to this place for drinks &amp;amp; dancing, 6pm sharp!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/1600/IMGP4934.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/1600/IMGP4824.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/400/IMGP4824.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yamas!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm staying in Ios. I've cancelled the next island to stay here as long as possible because it is so much fun! A 2nd Melissa from Cinque Terre is flying over to Ios especially and we will spend the rest of my time in Greece together! Cool!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27424414-115589047145845984?l=hellolibby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hellolibby.blogspot.com/feeds/115589047145845984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27424414&amp;postID=115589047145845984' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27424414/posts/default/115589047145845984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27424414/posts/default/115589047145845984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hellolibby.blogspot.com/2006/08/ios-update.html' title='Ios Update!'/><author><name>Libby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16324103658181877289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27424414.post-115580716506541829</id><published>2006-08-17T02:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-13T13:26:44.686-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ios party scene better then Melbourne!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/1600/IMGP4942.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/1600/IMGP4790.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/400/IMGP4790.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Candice - the loveliest girl ever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/1600/IMGP4799.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/400/IMGP4799.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/1600/IMGP4939.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/400/IMGP4939.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/1600/IMGP4798.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/400/IMGP4798.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/1600/IMGP4811.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/400/IMGP4811.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/1600/IMGP4817.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/400/IMGP4817.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is a not a girl - yet he had the most fantastic hair ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/1600/IMGP4859.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/400/IMGP4859.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/1600/IMGP4860.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/400/IMGP4860.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/1600/IMGP4861.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/400/IMGP4861.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/1600/IMGP4846.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/400/IMGP4846.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Limbo - on the dancefloor!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/1600/IMGP4848.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/400/IMGP4848.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/1600/IMGP4790.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/1600/IMGP4786.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/1600/IMGP4764.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/400/IMGP4764.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The water-melo donkey!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/1600/IMGP4777.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/400/IMGP4777.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mylopotas Beach&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/1600/IMGP4754.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/400/IMGP4754.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The view from my bedroom doorstep!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/1600/IMGP4814.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/400/IMGP4814.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/1600/IMGP4790.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ios goes off. It's nightlife is way better than Mykonos &amp;amp; I'm sorry to say, better than Melbourne. Everyone here is young, and Australian (with afew Canadians). The locals say it's like a suburb of Melbourne. All the lifesavers, bar staff, club promoters are Aussies who came here to party, and then decided to live here. I'm at this really cool place that has it's own bar, and every night at 10:30 everyone meets there and at 1am we all hit the clubs together. It's so great! There's some guys who I met in Mykonos who are staying at my hostel. It was such a nice suprise because neither of us knew we'd be in Ios.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday on the beach there was a donkey carrying tubs of whole watermelons and you could buy them and then feed the green bit to the donkey when finished! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27424414-115580716506541829?l=hellolibby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hellolibby.blogspot.com/feeds/115580716506541829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27424414&amp;postID=115580716506541829' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27424414/posts/default/115580716506541829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27424414/posts/default/115580716506541829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hellolibby.blogspot.com/2006/08/ios-party-scene-better-then-melbourne.html' title='Ios party scene better then Melbourne!'/><author><name>Libby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16324103658181877289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27424414.post-115559694797262615</id><published>2006-08-14T15:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-03T12:00:02.980-07:00</updated><title type='text'>More Mykonos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/1600/IMGP4744.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/400/IMGP4744.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/1600/IMGP4721.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/400/IMGP4721.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are policemen in Mykonos! I saw one car.&lt;br /&gt;It's my last night here on this island &amp; what a great time I've had. It's so easy to just go up to people and talk but really strange because you're in bathers. I've barely had to wash any clothes because you just put your bathers on and hang around in them all day, even in the cafes &amp;amp; restaurants! Tonight I joined strangers at their outdoor dinner table because I wanted to sit outside but there were no tables left. One guy from Milan knew Melbourne Mayor John So &amp; helped design Piazza Italia (near lygon st). He says John So has a cool reputation in Milan!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight I found the main village centre. It only took me 4 nights! I'm so glad I found it because my impression of Mykonos has changed dramatically now. Originally, I figured it to be similar to how you'd imagine the mountain desert land of Afghanistan to be, with all the rocks! And the occasional little white upside-down ice-cream tub house. But now that I've seen the part with actual civilisation &amp;amp; the glittering lights on the port &amp; water front restaurants, I'm alot more impressed &amp;amp; can see why it's so popular. There are so many jewellery shops. I've just decided to buy nothing now because there is so much range to choose from. I'm so lucky that I only discovered these shops until now. I was standing outside a jewellery shop window ogling an enormous gold necklace masterpiece &amp; the owner/creator came out and told me "40 thousand euro". I went inside! I am so lucky to be leaving tomorrow because the man was going to create a ring for me &amp;amp; needed afew days to make it. In my head I could see the bank taking my house......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27424414-115559694797262615?l=hellolibby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hellolibby.blogspot.com/feeds/115559694797262615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27424414&amp;postID=115559694797262615' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27424414/posts/default/115559694797262615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27424414/posts/default/115559694797262615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hellolibby.blogspot.com/2006/08/more-mykonos.html' title='More Mykonos'/><author><name>Libby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16324103658181877289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27424414.post-115550243897616229</id><published>2006-08-13T13:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-03T15:36:41.546-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mykonos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/1600/IMGP4732.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/400/IMGP4732.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/1600/IMGP4718.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/400/IMGP4718.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My cousin Cynthia.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/1600/IMGP4719.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/400/IMGP4719.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/1600/IMGP4704.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/400/IMGP4704.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Paradise Beach!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/1600/IMGP4715.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/400/IMGP4715.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Double click on this image to get  a closer look at that girls abs.  I put my t-shirt on that afternoon..... Actually, I think I left the beach!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm staying at Paradise Beach which is the 24hr party-centre of Mykonos! There was a ministry of sound party on my first night &amp; only 2 days earlier felix da housecat played (I'm so bummed out I missed that). I met up with Melissa (from the baggage carousel in Athens - &amp;amp; Cinque Terre) and her friend Janelle. Had an absolute ball. I'd bought a lilo &amp; was floating around on it in the sea. Entertained half the beach trying to get on the lilo...kept slipping off it! I also bumped into my cousin Cynthia from Shepparton. Small world!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone zips around on little motorbikes without helmets. Dunno how no one gets killed. The roads are skinny &amp;amp; the buses often get stuck trying to turn the corners. When I arrived at the port, i was herded across the road and joined a queue of people (who I assumed were waiting for the bus to take us into town). I waited about 10min and then my big group began to board the ferry I had just got off! Then I saw the man holding the big sign for my accommodation. 25 people &amp; luggage were jammed into a 12 seat minibus. During the journey through the hills, the driver was concentrating more on peeling &amp;amp; eating his pistachio nuts. I do not think there are any policemen in Mykonos! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27424414-115550243897616229?l=hellolibby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hellolibby.blogspot.com/feeds/115550243897616229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27424414&amp;postID=115550243897616229' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27424414/posts/default/115550243897616229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27424414/posts/default/115550243897616229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hellolibby.blogspot.com/2006/08/mykonos.html' title='Mykonos'/><author><name>Libby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16324103658181877289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27424414.post-115524164803137599</id><published>2006-08-10T12:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-17T02:58:53.246-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Greece</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/1600/IMGP4163.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/400/IMGP4163.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; One of the Cinque Terre Villages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/1600/IMGP4202.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/400/IMGP4202.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yummy octopus salad!  Mmmmm&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/1600/IMGP4170.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/400/IMGP4170.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This isn't Greece. I don't have the CD burnt yet! This is all of us at the Cinque Terre doing the hike! I couldn't fit any more photos on that page.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the baggage carousel in Athens I bumped into Melissa, a Melbourne girl who walked with us at the Cinque Terre. What are the odds? We caught the train into town &amp; arranged to meet up in Mykonos. Again, what are the odd? (well pretty high actually considering everyone in Athens goes to Mykonos). I was determined not to get a taxi to my hotel because I'd spent enough money to get here full stop. Except I had no map, and no idea where the hotel was. The lady at metro security office caught not have been more helpful (except if she'd driven me). She phoned my hotel and asked them (in Greek) which train station to get off at &amp;amp; what streets it's near. So I was on my way. I got off at my train stop &amp; looked at the wall map (that every bus &amp;amp; train stop has.....and it was all written in Greek alphabet! I knew it started with an A so I searched all the A's and found afew that might have been my street. Then I asked a passer-by to read the names to me &amp; I found it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe how swish this place is for such a budget listing. It has a trendy bathroom with glass mosaic tiles &amp;amp; glass basin. The shower has got side jets! There are double doors that open to a big balcony, and of course, my favorite Phillipe Starck chairs! There aircon is brilliant! And here is the down side: you have to throw your toilet paper in the bin, not the toilet. So gross.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is so easy to get around Athens &amp; figure out (very roughly) which Greek alphabet words correspond to the English equivalent. So long as I don't speak, the locals leave me alone. That is because I look exactly like nearly everyone in Athens. They all assume I'm a local &amp;amp; I get really good service in shops and restaurants possibly because of it, but I think it may just be that everyone is naturally very friendly &amp; extremely helpful. And after just one day in Athens so far, my skin has already gone 3 shades darker. Amazing! Today I climbed the hill (in my dress shoes.... I assumed there would be a sealed road) to the Acropolis. It was amazing. I didn't know that each column consisted of several slabs of marble all sitting ontop of one another (with metal reinforcements of course). At the bottom of the hill I bought a bottle of water for 50cents. At the top, it cost 3.50EU. Of course it did! Why not make it 4EU?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The food here is amazing. Greece is a country where a small is large! and large is large! I got a whole salad bowl full of tomato &amp;amp; cucumber. A large salad bowl... for 1. I also got chopped meat &amp; potatoes. There was so much food. Including bread &amp;amp; large bottle of water, my bill came to 7.50 euro. I nearly died. In France, the salad alone costs that much. At breakfast, I put on my elastic waisted pants and went to town on the buffet! The buffet won. There was too much food &amp; I just couldn't eat them out of house &amp;amp; home like I did at the French places. We're talking skinless frankfurts &amp;amp; bacon, scrambled eggs, real toast in a proper pop-toaster, pastries, fruit, cakes, the works! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27424414-115524164803137599?l=hellolibby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hellolibby.blogspot.com/feeds/115524164803137599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27424414&amp;postID=115524164803137599' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27424414/posts/default/115524164803137599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27424414/posts/default/115524164803137599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hellolibby.blogspot.com/2006/08/greece.html' title='Greece'/><author><name>Libby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16324103658181877289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27424414.post-115523942293226109</id><published>2006-08-10T12:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-25T04:24:54.586-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Love Rome!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/1600/IMGP4552.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/1600/IMGP4553.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/400/IMGP4553.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/1600/IMGP4544.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/400/IMGP4544.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/1600/IMGP4529.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/400/IMGP4529.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/1600/IMGP4528.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/400/IMGP4528.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/1600/IMGP4527.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/400/IMGP4527.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/1600/IMGP4526.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/400/IMGP4526.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/1600/IMGP4492.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/1600/IMGP4516.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/400/IMGP4516.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rome is the most amazing city on earth!! Everything there is just lovely. Everything has been built to look beautiful, for example, an insignificant road between 2 brick walls has carved marble statues encased in the brick walls - purely for the motorists to see. What a nice city! Before I arrived in Rome I hopped off the train at Siena. So many people have raved about it and my travel book says 'absolutely don't miss it!' so I went. Coincidently Anna was at the bus stop when I arrived (I had to bring my bags along with me as there were not bag lockers at the station). We both left the dorm &amp; caught the same train without even knowing it! When the bus dropped us into Siena I did the 20 min walk down the hill to to the tourist information office to find out where to dump my bags. The woman told me that it was at the top of the hill right where the bus dropped me off (It was also about 33degrees).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was about 10am on Sunday. All the shops were closed. All the museums/churches were closed or opened at 2pm and when we tramped uphill to the Duomo, it had a big canvas cloth covering the front of it with a printed picture of the duomo on the cloth. I had to laugh...but no photo. So we found a place that looked great with a set lunch menu. When lunch arrived, it was a frozen microwave pasta dish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll give you a minute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've gone to Italy - to Tuscany - to experience traditional Italian cuisine at a real sit-down restaurant, and I get a frozen microwave dinner. The reason I know this is because they served it in the plastic dish it comes in with abit of the plastic top that you rip off, still on! And half of the tortollini that cooked in the cream sauce had gone back to its original flour and water consistency &amp;amp; the other half that had frozen near the top of the packet was bright yellow and hard like macaroni. And the cream sauce had separated. And then the power in the restaurant went off momentarily. I swear the alarm bells should have been ringing as soon as the waiter put us upstairs where it was like a sauna &amp; the ceiling fans were broken. After lunch, I left Siena. Forget about the church &amp;amp; museums... Siena sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My hostel in Rome was fabulous. It must have huge publicity in Japan because all of my room mates were Japanese &amp; all the signs were in Japanese. The girls there were lovely, I had a great time with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because it was monday, nearly all of the museums were closed. I went to was the Vatican museum. It was one of the best I've ever been to. I also think the Sistine Chapel is overrated because the ceilings in the other rooms were equally impressive, if not more. I spent all day there looking at everything. The coolest bit was in the private apartment quarters where one of the pope's had collected some art for his personal collection - and it had alot of extremely modern art (even some contemporary stuff). I couldn't believe that amongst all the thousands of Jesus &amp;amp; Mary portraits were some brilliant modern art from 2000, 1970's etc. but you won't find pictures of it in any of the Vatican books. I could find absolutely no books on this art collection anywhere. I had that section of the museum completely to myself because it was on the way to the Sistine Chapel &amp; everyone just walked straight past. Next was the Collosseum (pls excuse spelling) &amp;amp; Roman Forum (all the ruins of the ancient city). Camera battery died so was forced to buy another book... heavy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Tuesday, I think I saw all the museums in Rome! So sad to leave. I considered blowing off Greece completely to stay in Rome for the month, but I'll be coming back to Rome again next month (when the shops re-open!) and thankfully, it's not on a Monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6th August 2006&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27424414-115523942293226109?l=hellolibby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hellolibby.blogspot.com/feeds/115523942293226109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27424414&amp;postID=115523942293226109' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27424414/posts/default/115523942293226109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27424414/posts/default/115523942293226109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hellolibby.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-love-rome.html' title='I Love Rome!!!'/><author><name>Libby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16324103658181877289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27424414.post-115479854071563167</id><published>2006-08-05T10:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-02T00:08:35.116-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sight-seeing in Florence</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/1600/Libby&amp;Sarah.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/400/Libby%26Sarah.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/1600/Libby&amp;Anna.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/400/Libby%26Anna.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/1600/Anna.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/400/Anna.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/1600/IMGP4312.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/400/IMGP4312.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/1600/IMGP4314.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/400/IMGP4314.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Picnic in the park with Anna &amp; Sarah (from North Fitzroy)! 2hrs later the security rock up &amp;amp; inform us it is forbidden to be on the grass. Oops!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anna (the Brazillian girl I'm sharing the dorm with) &amp; I went to quite afew museums/palaces. No photos is typically the norm but I managed to sneak a picture of the ceiling at the Palazzo Pitti (which was the Medici residence). Anna got me entry to the palace at a student price!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Piazzale Michelangelo is at the top of a hill overlooking the river and most of Florence. There is a replica bronze statue of David on the top of the hill. This guy asked me to take a photo of him infront of the statue &amp;amp; for some reason when I took the photo I cut him out of it and just got the statue! He was quite irritated when he saw the picture saying "I could have taken this one myself.... you've chopped me out of it!" &amp; I was just rolling around with laughter!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I went to a gallery that had the real statue of David. The line was 3hrs long but I bought my ticket straightaway from another outlet &amp;amp; walked straight in! I was quite amazed to see the before &amp; after restoration photos of some of the paintings. Some paintings had deteriorated &amp;amp; discolored quite badly, and some of the naked people had clothes painted on them in a later century but the gallery staff had restored the paintings to the original condition - nakedness &amp; all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wandered for miles today. I think I have walked through every street in Florence. The shops have all closed up for the month (summer vacation) which is typical of France &amp;amp; Italy. The only shops open are the tourist type stalls and market-style outlets. Fur lined coats with huge fur collars and fur-trim are huge this winter. Unfortunately these shops aren't open until September so I haven't been able to go in and look closely at them. Tomorrow Anna &amp;amp; I are off to Rome. It is coincidental that we are going at the same time. I hope we get to meet up and go sight-seeing together. In a few days, I join the masses and jet off to the Greek islands for the rest of August.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27424414-115479854071563167?l=hellolibby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27424414/posts/default/115479854071563167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27424414/posts/default/115479854071563167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hellolibby.blogspot.com/2006/08/sight-seeing-in-florence.html' title='Sight-seeing in Florence'/><author><name>Libby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16324103658181877289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27424414.post-115462191739992980</id><published>2006-08-03T08:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-05T11:46:51.940-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuscany</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/1600/IMGP4274.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/400/IMGP4274.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Statues outside the Palazzo Vecchio - Just before it started to rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/1600/IMGP4277.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/400/IMGP4277.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/1600/IMGP4260.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/400/IMGP4260.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; An unexpected Florentine artwork outside the Uffizi Gallery!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/1600/IMGP4271.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/400/IMGP4271.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Palazzo Vecchio&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/1600/IMGP4267.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/400/IMGP4267.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; View of the roof of the Duomo from the window of Uffizi Gallery.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/1600/IMGP4229.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/400/IMGP4229.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Intricate stone carvings adorning the walls of the buildings at Pisa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/1600/IMGP4224.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/1600/IMGP4224.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/400/IMGP4224.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/1600/IMGP4222.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/400/IMGP4222.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The tourist attractions of Pisa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/1600/IMGP4235.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/400/IMGP4235.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/1600/IMGP4242.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/400/IMGP4242.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/1600/IMGP4210.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/400/IMGP4210.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I can't believe how fashionable the cafès in Lucca are:  Phillipe Starck chairs on the street outside..... unbelievable.  Incase you're wondering, these are the chairs I was desperate to get for my place, but I opted for a more heavy duty type that you can hit with a hammer, and they won't shatter!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/1600/IMGP4209.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/400/IMGP4209.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; One of the buildings in Lucca.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lucca was my first stop. I spent most of the day there. It is a gorgeous little village with a high stone wall built around the perimeter. There were alot of grand buildings to look at and heaps of great shops with great bargains for the summer stock. I could not believe that there were Roberto Cavalli, Costume National, D&amp;G etc, going out for 48euro! I got lost trying to get out of the little circular town and missed my train to Pisa. When I caught the next train I only had 1hr to spend in town then was off to Florence. When I was chatting to a local Florence man he was saying "don't bother going to Pisa.... there's nothing there" &amp;amp; I said I passed through there for 10 minutes &amp; he said "10min too long...maybe 5min!" I was glad I went there although I didn't get the obligatory photo of me trying to push the leaning tower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Florence is AMAZING!!! My hostel is right in the centre of it all. It's actually really nice. I'm sharing a room with a girl from North Fitzroy &amp;amp; a Brazillian girl who's studying here. We're all going out for dinner tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got up super early &amp; went to the Galleria degli Uffizi at 8:15. It was absolutely amazing. So grand! There were paintings from the 13th century &amp;amp; beyond. Some of them were so precious they were in a temperature controlled glass box. There were heaps &amp; heaps of marble statues and an exhibition of Leonardo Da Vinci's inventions &amp;amp; sculptures. I was wandering aimlessly around the streets &amp; all of a sudden was infront of the Duomo. I nearly died when I saw it. It is so impressive. I have taken a million photos of everything - although the weather was gloomy so they are all dark. Today is the first day it has rained in Florence in 25 days. It rained for 5min. It is very Melbourne-like... rainy, then hot &amp;amp; sunny, then freezing &amp; windy, then sunny. One thing that stands out is that nearly every corner has a designer store on it (to the extent that Carlton has a pub on every corner). Everywhere you look there is a Zegna, Gucci, Ferugamo, Armani shop. And the business men going off to workat 8am this morning are all dressed in that stuff. There clothes are amazing! I've seen nothing like it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to say that the flute is my most hated instrument ever. Everywhere I go there are flautists busking. What makes it painful is that they're plugged into an amp that is turned up full ball &amp;amp; it echoes between the stone walls of the lanes. It is so high pitched, it's really awful!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27424414-115462191739992980?l=hellolibby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hellolibby.blogspot.com/feeds/115462191739992980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27424414&amp;postID=115462191739992980' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27424414/posts/default/115462191739992980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27424414/posts/default/115462191739992980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hellolibby.blogspot.com/2006/08/tuscany.html' title='Tuscany'/><author><name>Libby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16324103658181877289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27424414.post-115462019029442330</id><published>2006-08-03T08:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-10T13:39:18.313-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Arrived in Italy!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/1600/IMGP4195.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/400/IMGP4195.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is what the hiking trail looked like. I conquered it in my thongs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/1600/IMGP4184.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/400/IMGP4184.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Vernazza....The 2nd last village in the trek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/1600/IMGP4183.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/400/IMGP4183.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ellis, me, Melissa, Sjod, Jessica, Colleen and Pete from Morwell.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/1600/IMGP4192.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/400/IMGP4192.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The 5th Village: Monterossa - beautiful beach awaits. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Italy was just how I imagined it would be. The second the train was over the border the passengers started talking to me (a big no-no in France). I was waiting for the bus to my hostel &amp; there were 10 America/Canadian girls also going to my hostel. It turned out that I was to share a room with the 2 girls I was chatting to! It was great to have a big group to walk around &amp;amp; eat with. We went to the Cinque Terre together &amp; during the 9km trek across the 5 villages we kept adopting more &amp;amp; more people to walk with us. Swimming was great. The tide is ferociously strong and the waves were huge &amp;amp; would throw you forward with great force. The hike was so much fun. I did it in thongs!&lt;br /&gt;Italy is a little bit cheaper than France. The gelati is 1euro 50cents here (france: 3euro). I've eaten my body weight in gelati so far!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31st July 2006&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27424414-115462019029442330?l=hellolibby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hellolibby.blogspot.com/feeds/115462019029442330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27424414&amp;postID=115462019029442330' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27424414/posts/default/115462019029442330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27424414/posts/default/115462019029442330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hellolibby.blogspot.com/2006/08/arrived-in-italy.html' title='Arrived in Italy!'/><author><name>Libby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16324103658181877289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27424414.post-115420593337795742</id><published>2006-07-29T13:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-25T04:55:26.253-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Monaco is Awesome!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/1600/IMGP4104.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/400/IMGP4104.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/1600/IMGP4100.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/400/IMGP4100.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/1600/IMGP4102.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/400/IMGP4102.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/1600/IMGP4113.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/400/IMGP4113.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/1600/IMGP4103.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/400/IMGP4103.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/1600/IMGP4107.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/400/IMGP4107.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/1600/IMGP4112.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/400/IMGP4112.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/1600/IMGP4110.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/400/IMGP4110.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/1600/IMGP4098.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/400/IMGP4098.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/1600/IMGP4106.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/400/IMGP4106.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monte Carlo is the essence of cool!&lt;br /&gt;Never have I been to a place so chic &amp; .....cool! There were ferraris &amp;amp; maseratis whipping past every second &amp; when I got to the casino it was as if there was a luxury car dealership out the front. I wandered around alot, checked out all the high end shops (big deal if I couldn't afford any of it! I'm leaving the city in afew hours &amp;amp; the country in 2 days so I didn't real care!) It was so hot! I left my bathers back at the hotel because I didn't want to look like a sweaty, lotioned up hag on the beach front - what if Prince Albert walked by? As it turned out, it wouldn't have made any difference. I was completely melting on the footpath &amp; I was suprised the shop staff even let me touch the merchandise let alone try it on! By the time I caught the train back to Nice I felt so gross, like the way you do when you leave a nightclub at 3am in summer. Yuck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I probably should backtrack to yesterday. I arrived in Nice and the hostel I'm staying at put me in the studio apartment! - a real little apartment! It was as if I'd never left Melbourne. There's a kitchen and table &amp;amp; chairs, and beautiful clean white bathroom. The whole place had been renovated and it was so clean &amp; smelt so lovely. Today when I got in (after monaco) it smelt like depilitary cream. What went wrong? (it turned out to be the neighbours cooking...I don't even own depilitary cream!). My apartment exits into a busy mall (kind of like bourke st), when I'm not shopping or taking my afternoon nap, I like to hang out on the beach &amp;amp; swim! (how spoilt does that sound?!) The beach has huge big smooth pebbles instead of sand. Its lovely not having to wipe sand off everything and having sand all through the house. They are the same pale blue/grey rocks that Freedom Furniture package up and sell for $10 per small bag.......if my bag wasn't so heavy already!! Today I saw a knew kind of busking that just amazed me. A old man was sitting on the footpath doing crochet. He had 3 or 4 big crochet doilies spread out on the ground beside him and a cup. And people would throw money in the cup and he kept sewing! That was it! You couldn't buy the doilies, you could only appreciate them from a distance and then throw money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cannes, the town that seemed to be giving me money gave me a final treat to leave with. I was across the road from the train station expecting to pay about 12euro for my fare and a bus headed for Nice stopped right infront of where I was going to cross the road. So I hopped onto the bus and the whole trip cost me 1euro 30cents! Voila!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when I got to Nice, I got my envelope! Too easy!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27424414-115420593337795742?l=hellolibby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hellolibby.blogspot.com/feeds/115420593337795742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27424414&amp;postID=115420593337795742' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27424414/posts/default/115420593337795742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27424414/posts/default/115420593337795742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hellolibby.blogspot.com/2006/07/monaco-is-awesome.html' title='Monaco is Awesome!'/><author><name>Libby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16324103658181877289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27424414.post-115402845507388652</id><published>2006-07-27T12:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-25T05:00:21.243-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Swimming &amp; Shopping</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/1600/IMGP4116.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/400/IMGP4116.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/1600/IMGP4119.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/400/IMGP4119.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/1600/IMGP4093.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/400/IMGP4093.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/1600/IMGP4090.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/400/IMGP4090.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/1600/IMGP4043.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/400/IMGP4043.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yellow dress!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/1600/IMGP4085.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/400/IMGP4085.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is the building where the Cannes Film Festival is held.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/1600/IMGP4084.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/400/IMGP4084.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Look! France has ugly shops too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another great day in the sun! Although most of it was spent walking around from post office to post office, carrying my 2kg shopping bag (and handbag) in the heat. And when I finally found it, it was closed for lunch (some of the shops close at 12-2pm). Ali had warned me that post-office staff weren't very helpful and always sold you a cumbersome, expensive item when there is a similar one that is ideal and 3 times cheaper - but because i'm not aware they have such an item, i do not know to ask for it, and the staff do not suggest it! 4 visits to 4 different postoffice people in 2 different postoffices, and i still don't have my damn envelope! I will carry the stupid books and try my luck in Italy next week.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27424414-115402845507388652?l=hellolibby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hellolibby.blogspot.com/feeds/115402845507388652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27424414&amp;postID=115402845507388652' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27424414/posts/default/115402845507388652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27424414/posts/default/115402845507388652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hellolibby.blogspot.com/2006/07/swimming-shopping.html' title='Swimming &amp; Shopping'/><author><name>Libby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16324103658181877289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27424414.post-115394257265450593</id><published>2006-07-26T12:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-10T14:07:04.440-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Antibes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/1600/IMGP4051.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/400/IMGP4051.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The little wall surrounding the village.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/1600/IMGP4058.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/1600/IMGP4079.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/400/IMGP4079.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The beach at Antibes (about 7pm). The stone wall surrounds the entire village, fortress-style!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/1600/IMGP4050.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/1600/IMGP4046.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/400/IMGP4046.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;One of the stalls at the Market Place in Antibes; freshly ground spices. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/1600/IMGP4064.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/400/IMGP4064.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There is some amazing handmade jewelry stores in Antibes. Unfortunately for $500AUD, this necklace was out of my price range!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/1600/IMGP4074.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/400/IMGP4074.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;You probably don't have this flavour in Australia yet but watch out.... It's Awesome!!!&lt;br /&gt;My new favorite drink! With all the goodness of the peach flavour, but better!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My tour book says &lt;em&gt;"you might want to buy your yatch in Antibes, but the Rolls-Royce dealer is in Cannes"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this sentence sums up these two towns in a nutshell!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I went to Antibes which is an 8min train ride. Chateau Grimaldi (of Monaco royalty) overlooks the ocean and houses the Picasso Museum - which is on every brochure &amp; booklet. So I went to the museum and it was closed.... for a year! The Picasso show is in Melbourne at the NGV! Antibes is full of wealthy British folk with boats in the Marina. I was listening to afew conversations whilst I had my lunch (&amp;amp; secretly had my phone charging in a socket near my table) and their lives were like a movie. I have nutted out the streets of Cannes now &amp; am really glad I'm staying here for afew nights. For a minute, I thought it was like being in Cavill Ave in QLD with all the horrible souvenir t-shirt shops. Then I discovered the better part of town (which my hotel is not near). The beach is just down the road from me. I've lost that fluorescent white glow now but I'm stunned at the amount of oil used on the beach and how black &amp;amp; overcooked everyone looks. I really would've been in my element here afew years ago in the height of my coconut oil days, but now I'm abit more sunsmart!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loaded heaps and heaps of images onto this site &amp;amp; then I lost them.....twice! So gradually I'll get more up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27424414-115394257265450593?l=hellolibby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hellolibby.blogspot.com/feeds/115394257265450593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27424414&amp;postID=115394257265450593' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27424414/posts/default/115394257265450593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27424414/posts/default/115394257265450593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hellolibby.blogspot.com/2006/07/antibes.html' title='Antibes'/><author><name>Libby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16324103658181877289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27424414.post-115393924633632026</id><published>2006-07-26T11:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-10T13:55:51.456-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Good luck comes in 3!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/1600/IMGP4027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/400/IMGP4027.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/1600/IMGP4025.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/400/IMGP4025.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/1600/IMGP4022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/400/IMGP4022.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My teeny-tiny little room in Cannes. To the left, is the little toilet room. To the right, is the little shower!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me start off by saying Marseille is a dump and unless you have a boat, a kitchen (to cook the catch of the day), or a heap of friends, it is definitely off my list of places to return to. But on a good note, I paid the man at the internet cafe a 5euro note &amp; he mistook it for a 20, and gave me 17 euro change!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good luck #2 was when I got off the train at Cannes &amp;amp; jumped onto a bus so I didn't have to walk to my hotel in the heat &amp; the bus driver gave me a free ride &amp;amp; dropped me off at my street!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And lastly, #3: I checked into my hotel &amp; the manager undercharged me by about 20euro! And he also upgraded my room from one without a toilet or shower, to one with a toilet &amp;amp; shower!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If this carries on, my holiday will pay for itself!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27424414-115393924633632026?l=hellolibby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hellolibby.blogspot.com/feeds/115393924633632026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27424414&amp;postID=115393924633632026' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27424414/posts/default/115393924633632026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27424414/posts/default/115393924633632026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hellolibby.blogspot.com/2006/07/good-luck-comes-in-3.html' title='Good luck comes in 3!'/><author><name>Libby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16324103658181877289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27424414.post-115373760146799856</id><published>2006-07-24T03:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-10T13:50:51.390-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Marseilles</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/1600/IMGP4014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/400/IMGP4014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/1600/IMGP4017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/400/IMGP4017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/1600/IMGP4016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/400/IMGP4016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/1600/IMGP4015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/400/IMGP4015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've arrived in Marseilles. I still cannot believe how friendly everybody is. I'm only here for the afternoon then I head to the Côte d'Azure! There are little poodles everywhere &amp; I've gone abit mad with the camera! The old fishing port is hosting a little festival either for the Tour de France or a yatching race - not sure, can't really understand the signage and I don't want to pay 25euro to go inside the marquee. It's a really grotty by the port. My book says they haven't beautified this town for the sake of the tourists so it feels abit like North/West Melbourne. Last night at dinner I got chatting with a french family who were totally dumb founded by my aussie accent &amp;amp; told me how completely incomprehensible I sounded! I think they kept striking up conversation with me just so they could amuse themselves by listening to me! And then an Australian Contiki tour group arrived at my restaurant just as I was leaving. I wonder if they knew that this restaurant has tripe (all kinds) as it's specialty! I learnt this fact after I had committed myself to the restaurant by sitting down! Luckily I was saved by salmon! - the only non-tripe item on the menu!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27424414-115373760146799856?l=hellolibby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hellolibby.blogspot.com/feeds/115373760146799856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27424414&amp;postID=115373760146799856' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27424414/posts/default/115373760146799856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27424414/posts/default/115373760146799856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hellolibby.blogspot.com/2006/07/marseilles.html' title='Marseilles'/><author><name>Libby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16324103658181877289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27424414.post-115368658848158989</id><published>2006-07-23T13:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-27T12:40:50.726-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lyon</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/1600/IMGP3995.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/1600/IMGP3994.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/400/IMGP3994.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A model of the machine that weaves silk thread into elaborately patterned silk fabric.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/1600/IMGP4003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/400/IMGP4003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A &lt;em&gt;Leonard &lt;/em&gt;dress on display.  It's a crap image but it's meant to show how the designer sees a painting that he likes and copies the pattern onto a fabric.  And then I was banned from taking photos!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/1600/IMGP3955.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/400/IMGP3955.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Church nearby the huge plaza where all the good little restaurants are! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/1600/IMGP3979.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/400/IMGP3979.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The Saone River at night, Lyon.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/1600/IMGP3949.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/400/IMGP3949.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The bridge over the Saone River...in day!  The village on the hill is &lt;em&gt;Vieux Lyon&lt;/em&gt; (Old Lyon) ...which is currently my favorite city visited.  The church at the very top of the hill is the one in the photo below.  The view from the top of the hill overlooks &lt;em&gt;New Lyon&lt;/em&gt; and this is the view I had from my restaurants window seat!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/1600/IMGP3961.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/400/IMGP3961.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/1600/IMGP3972.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/400/IMGP3972.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My favorite little street; it opens out into a huge plaza infront of the church shown afew pics above.  There are steps at the very top of the hill that go all the way down to the plaza so it was quite a long walk, but a good one!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am in Lyon now. It is the next big city in France after Paris &amp; I would have to say it is my favourite city so far. 'Old Lyon' is my favourite part. It is situated on a hill and has the most amazing architecture &amp;amp; maze of streets. Lyon is huge for its silk fabric industry. Today I went to a textile museum &amp; saw how they produce such ornate &amp;amp; decorative fabrics &amp; saw a crazy fashion exhibition which was an insane mish-mash of colour/floral/patterned silk haute couture. The shops in Lyon are so cool. Along the river is the most extravagant french furniture - traditional &amp;amp; crazy modern, and tucked away in the myriad of little streets is the antique furniture.... And there are also some lovely clothes shops. Unfortunately the shops are closed on Sundays which meant I was unable to buy anything (a blessing in disguise!) Lyon is also meant to be the culinary capital of France so I've made sure I've eaten at some really nice restaurants so I can experience true French cuisine! Even the salads are like nothing I've ever eaten! However, it is the 2nd time I've been caught out with the cutlery! I was given a special utensil for fish I had no idea how to use it! I felt like such a feral! (The 1st bad cutlery experience was with the snails!) Lyon is probably as picturesque as Paris but less crowded (which is much nicer). I will definitely return here. There are soooo many Aussies here in lyon! I know which ones they are because they're super-white like me! It's also really easy to navigate around this city because there are 2 rivers which help with the geography &amp; the metro is dead easy. Tomorrow I leave for Marseilles. A really weird thing about France is that you turn on the TV, and there's Law &amp;amp; Order - in French! The American characters are dubbed over in French! And all the same American sitcoms &amp;amp; dramas that are shown in Oz, are here, dubbed in French!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27424414-115368658848158989?l=hellolibby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hellolibby.blogspot.com/feeds/115368658848158989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27424414&amp;postID=115368658848158989' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27424414/posts/default/115368658848158989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27424414/posts/default/115368658848158989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hellolibby.blogspot.com/2006/07/lyon.html' title='Lyon'/><author><name>Libby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16324103658181877289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27424414.post-115355211824218298</id><published>2006-07-22T00:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-27T13:25:58.423-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Symphony on the Lake</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/1600/IMGP3937.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/400/IMGP3937.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ps, the pictures don't look blurry when they're tiny, and i dare not delete any incase all of them delete!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/1600/IMGP3944.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/400/IMGP3944.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/1600/IMGP3920.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/400/IMGP3920.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/1600/IMGP3919.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/400/IMGP3919.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Picnic on the lakeside waiting for the symphony to begin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/1600/IMGP3772.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/400/IMGP3772.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; At the Musee d'Orsay.  The building used to be a train station.  Seriously!  Below are afew of the exhibits that I liked from this museum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/1600/IMGP3763.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/400/IMGP3763.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/1600/IMGP3769.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/400/IMGP3769.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/1600/IMGP3761.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/400/IMGP3761.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/1600/IMGP3795.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/400/IMGP3795.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/1600/IMGP3793.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/400/IMGP3793.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/1600/IMGP3799.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/400/IMGP3799.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/1600/IMGP3801.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/400/IMGP3801.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/1600/IMGP3816.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/400/IMGP3816.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/1600/IMGP3830.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/400/IMGP3830.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/1600/IMGP3831.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/400/IMGP3831.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And now presenting....Monet's waterlillies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/1600/IMGP3868.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/400/IMGP3868.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/1600/IMGP3850.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/400/IMGP3850.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/1600/IMGP3853.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/400/IMGP3853.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/1600/IMGP3726.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/400/IMGP3726.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ali's birthday dinner at her house with her French cousins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/1600/IMGP3725.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/400/IMGP3725.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/1600/IMGP3727.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/400/IMGP3727.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/1600/IMGP3719.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/400/IMGP3719.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The Opera House in Paris&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The following pics are from the Louvre.  Photos were banned in the rooms with the grande paintings so I mostly have sculptures to show you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/1600/IMGP3672.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/400/IMGP3672.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/1600/IMGP3702.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/400/IMGP3702.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/1600/IMGP3664.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/400/IMGP3664.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/1600/IMGP3675.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/400/IMGP3675.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/1600/IMGP3667.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/400/IMGP3667.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/1600/IMGP3671.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/400/IMGP3671.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night the Il de France Symphony orchestra performed on a floating stage on a lake in a picturesque park. There were floating lights &amp; speakers. It was a pretty big deal for the locals. I had a picnic by the lake with Ali &amp;amp; her friends who live near the park. They told us this was the quality of production &amp; performance that is seen at the Opera house for a grande fee &amp;amp; tonight we get to experience it for free, which is a very rare honour for the local Parisians so I felt quite priveledged. Also,the sun doesn't set till 10pm which is a novelty! Ali slept over at my hotel after the concert. We were walking around trying to find an open supermarket to buy a toothbrush &amp; we nearly went into the erotic supermarket situated near the Moulin Rouge!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'v been lucky enough to go to the Louvre, Musee D'Orsay &amp;amp; L'Orangerie (to see Monet's water lillies)...... Spectacular!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can see, i do not know how to move the photos up the right way! but i hope to add more soon. Im getting kicked off the computer now, bye!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27424414-115355211824218298?l=hellolibby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hellolibby.blogspot.com/feeds/115355211824218298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27424414&amp;postID=115355211824218298' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27424414/posts/default/115355211824218298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27424414/posts/default/115355211824218298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hellolibby.blogspot.com/2006/07/symphony-on-lake.html' title='Symphony on the Lake'/><author><name>Libby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16324103658181877289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27424414.post-115339757519763757</id><published>2006-07-20T05:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-23T13:42:32.860-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Night out on the Town</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/1600/384.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/400/384.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                  The Sacre Coeur was just up the road from my hotel. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/1600/397.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/400/397.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                  Me &amp; Ali infront of the pyramids at the Louvre.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/1600/403.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/400/403.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                  Me, Andrew, Ali, Martin &amp; Luke &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are my friends from Melbourne! Ali, Martin &amp;amp; Luke live in Paris. Today Martin got a job at an Irish Pub! He worked afew hours today &amp; got paid in beer &amp;amp; free drinks for all of us!! Free drinks in europe - woohoo!! Today Ali took us to the Sacre Coeur which is around the corner from where i'm staying (so is the Moulin Rouge). We walked around the city all day looking at famous monuments like the Louvre, various bridges, statues etc. Ali knows heaps of history about Paris so it was like having a personal tour guide!  It was abit of a lazy day.  I think we were all so rapt to see Melbourne friends that we just wanted to sit around &amp; chat.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27424414-115339757519763757?l=hellolibby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hellolibby.blogspot.com/feeds/115339757519763757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27424414&amp;postID=115339757519763757' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27424414/posts/default/115339757519763757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27424414/posts/default/115339757519763757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hellolibby.blogspot.com/2006/07/night-out-on-town.html' title='Night out on the Town'/><author><name>Libby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16324103658181877289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27424414.post-115324818321752784</id><published>2006-07-18T11:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-18T12:40:49.193-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bike Riding through the Valley</title><content type='html'>I have just learnt that croissants are not something to be had every day for breakfast &amp; that the French usually reserve them as a weekend treat.  I wish I had that information 4 days ago before I ate that poor hotel bankrupt during the breakfast buffet! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I hired a bike &amp; rode along the bike track beside the Loire river. I rode for about 5hrs and passed through some pretty beautiful villages. Stopped at a winery that adjoined a huge cave. They had a cave tour that went 35m underground and was 3km long, showing the wine production/storage etc. It was 12° inside &amp;amp; although I was roasting from hours of riding, it was just too cold in the cave without a jumper. I was desperate to go swimming but the Loire river is a disgusting shade of green &amp; looked horrible so I tracked down the local swimming pool but it was closed (at 5:30 in the afternoon).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The food is sooo good. Iv put on weight already - on my ankles! Of all the places! the reason i know is that my ankle straps of my sandles dont go round 3 times anymore. So I hav cankles. (By the way, everone in France is wearing strappy ankle sandles this summer &amp;amp; floaty white skirts which is very similar too our summer). For the life of me, i cannot pronounce 'water' properly - eau eau eau!!!! its not that hard yet noone can understand me &amp; its a bummer since im buying 10 bottles a day!I liked my home cooked meatballs &amp;amp; homegrown salad so much last night that I went back there again! Tomorrow it's back to Paris to meet up with Ali ( a college friend from melbourne).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27424414-115324818321752784?l=hellolibby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hellolibby.blogspot.com/feeds/115324818321752784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27424414&amp;postID=115324818321752784' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27424414/posts/default/115324818321752784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27424414/posts/default/115324818321752784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hellolibby.blogspot.com/2006/07/bike-riding-through-valley.html' title='Bike Riding through the Valley'/><author><name>Libby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16324103658181877289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27424414.post-115317235862679483</id><published>2006-07-17T14:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-17T14:39:18.636-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chateau Valley Pt2</title><content type='html'>Another roasting hot 40°+ day today &amp; I had joined a minibus tour that drove around the popular chateaux.  It was a good tour coz the guy just drove you to the place, got discount entry &amp; then you could wander around alone and meet back at the bus for the next stop.  It was a great way to see the countryside and all the little villages.  It was just like a picturebook.  The houses here were different to the ones in Paris.  It all looked very ornamental and just like the scenery you see from watching the Tour de France.    I went inside 4 different castles and was blown away by their beauty, and the gardens.  Unfortunately the camera battery died during the 3rd place (which happened to be one of Leonardo Da Vinci residences and he was buried there).  The bus driver was able to reveal the secret street where the locals eat.  Its hidden &amp; tucked out of the way &amp;amp; I had the most delicious home cooked meatballs with salad that had home grown tomatoes.  I will come back tomorrow.  The place where I am staying is the style of accommodation like faulty towers.  It has elegant french funiture in the rooms and marble &amp; plush fabrics.  It feels like I am staying in some lady's house in the countryside.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27424414-115317235862679483?l=hellolibby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hellolibby.blogspot.com/feeds/115317235862679483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27424414&amp;postID=115317235862679483' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27424414/posts/default/115317235862679483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27424414/posts/default/115317235862679483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hellolibby.blogspot.com/2006/07/chateau-valley-pt2.html' title='Chateau Valley Pt2'/><author><name>Libby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16324103658181877289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27424414.post-115317138861122131</id><published>2006-07-17T14:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-23T13:44:43.306-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chateau Valley</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/1600/251.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/400/251.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                          My beautiful room!! The bedside table was too large to fit in my bag!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I left Paris &amp; caught the train down to the Loire Valley; which is the French countryside famous for its castles. The plan was to get a bicycle &amp;amp; ride around....but it happened to be about 40°C so the plan changed to sitting at the pub instead!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16th July 2006&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27424414-115317138861122131?l=hellolibby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hellolibby.blogspot.com/feeds/115317138861122131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27424414&amp;postID=115317138861122131' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27424414/posts/default/115317138861122131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27424414/posts/default/115317138861122131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hellolibby.blogspot.com/2006/07/chateau-valley.html' title='Chateau Valley'/><author><name>Libby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16324103658181877289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27424414.post-115317114512446340</id><published>2006-07-17T14:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-23T13:52:29.210-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Paris Sightseeing</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/1600/229.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/400/229.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                  Beautiful stain glass window inside the Notre Dame Cathedral&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/1600/226.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/400/226.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                   Me, infront of the Notre Dame Cathedral&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/1600/220.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/400/220.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                  One of the neatly stacked pile of human bones at the catacombs &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/1600/209.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/400/209.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/1600/208.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/1600/204.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/400/204.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                  Spooky!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently there were fireworks last night &amp; I slept right through them! Today I went to the catacombs and was completely blown away by the sheer neatness of the stacking of bones. Stacks upon stacks of long bones going for miles with the bony condyles facing outwards forming a neat wall ( oh I'm such an xray nerd!).   I have since learnt that the catacombs used to be an unused quarry &amp; that when the bones arrived to be stored at the quarry, the miners were incharge of laying down the bones.  Since they were experts at building mines &amp; walls out of rock, they used the same principle with the bones and laid down a neat frontage with the odd decorative skull, then chucked all the ugly bones behind the front wall as reinforcements!  Pretty cool huh? I stumbled across Galleries Lafayette. It is a huge department store just like Myer &amp; David Jones. I was shocked to see that they had the same brands of stuff as Myer &amp;amp; DJ's so I left. I went to the Notre Dame church and then did a huge walk along the river back to the eiffel tower &amp; went to the top of it. Pretty spectacular views &amp;amp; then the twinkling lights came on. I am amazed at how all the buildings in Paris look like fancy little doll houses. Even the commission homes look gorgeous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15th July 2006&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27424414-115317114512446340?l=hellolibby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hellolibby.blogspot.com/feeds/115317114512446340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27424414&amp;postID=115317114512446340' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27424414/posts/default/115317114512446340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27424414/posts/default/115317114512446340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hellolibby.blogspot.com/2006/07/paris-sightseeing.html' title='Paris Sightseeing'/><author><name>Libby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16324103658181877289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27424414.post-115317020736906407</id><published>2006-07-17T13:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-24T03:41:39.830-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bonjour, ça va?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/1600/200.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/400/200.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; How on earth do I get the snails out??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/1600/199.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/400/199.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Concentrating very hard! Don't want the shell to go flying across the restaurant!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/1600/194.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/400/194.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Note: Brown leather bag on the left, Andrew's arm on the right!!! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/1600/188.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/400/188.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/1600/187.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/400/187.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/1600/176.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/400/176.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/1600/171.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/400/171.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/1600/169.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/400/169.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A typical Parisian hairdryer! Doubles as spare parts for a vaccuum cleaner!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/1600/165.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/1600/212.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bonjour everybodee! Ive made it to Paris! My first impression of the place is 'wow! the taxis are really nice!' Shiny silver Mercs &amp; black peugeots; just lovely! I am lucky i haven't been run over yet because i keep looking at the wrong side of the road to cross &amp; then step out infront of a car. And I don't know where the rumour started that french people are rude because ive found it to be quite the opposite. People are bending over backwards to be accommodating &amp;amp; polite, even despite my massacre of the french language. I arrived at 6am and caught the metro straight to my hotel. It was too early to check in so I dumped my bags and did my best impersonation of a homeless bum on the street. I was gross! 24hr flight, tired, greasy hair, sweaty! (it was high 30°C by the way). I sat on the street reading a book for afew hours &amp; absolutely noone bothered me at all. I must have looked filthy. Had I put a cup infront of me i probably would've made afew dollars! As soon as I was able to get clean I headed straight for the champs elysee. It was Bastille Day so there were heaps of barricades and police around setting up for the festivities. I climbed the arc de triomph and then went and saw the eiffel tower then had dinner in the Latin quarter which was like a bustling hub of restaurants and musicians on the street. The hotel Im staying at is just lovely. Its super clean, very quiet and the bathroom is impecable. They had this wierd hairdyer in the bathroom that looked just like a vaccuum hose &amp;amp; it blew hot air! Very strange!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will post some photos on this site as soon as I can find a photo shop...not sure when that will be. My email address is: &lt;a href="mailto:libsta2000@hotmail.com"&gt;libsta2000@hotmail.com&lt;/a&gt; Please use this address instead of posting a comment on this page.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14th July 2006.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27424414-115317020736906407?l=hellolibby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hellolibby.blogspot.com/feeds/115317020736906407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27424414&amp;postID=115317020736906407' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27424414/posts/default/115317020736906407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27424414/posts/default/115317020736906407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hellolibby.blogspot.com/2006/07/bonjour-va.html' title='Bonjour, ça va?'/><author><name>Libby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16324103658181877289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27424414.post-115150150552299770</id><published>2006-06-29T05:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-29T13:51:34.176-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Travel Itinerary</title><content type='html'>Only 1 more night-shift to do and then 2 weeks till take-off! My itinerary is all sorted:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;14th July-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Arrive in Paris (in the thick of Bastille Day celebrations). Am staying near Bastille so will hopefully see fireworks! (How corny!)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;16th July-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Loire Valley. Will hire a bicycle and ride around the "chateaux country".&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;19th July-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Back to Paris, staying in Montmartre &lt;em&gt;(think "Moulin Rouge").&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;22nd July-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Fast train to Lyon.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;24th July-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; South of France for a week. Based at Cannes for 4 nights &amp; Nice for 3 nights, but will do little day trips across the riviera.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;31st July-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Cross the border to Italy. Follow the coastline to the Cinque Terre.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;2nd Aug-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Tuscany. Day trips to Lucca, Pisa, Siena, but will be based at Florence.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;6th Aug-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Rome. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;9th Aug-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Fly to Athens. Then sail the Greek islands.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;28th Aug-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Fly to Barcelona. Stay with Joanna (a friend from college). Hi Joanna!!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;3rd Sep- &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Fly to Rome then head south to Naples &amp;amp; the Amalfi coast.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;8th Sep-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Fly to Milan. Look for me in the grandstands at the Monza Grande Prix!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;12th Sep-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Venice. Staying right by St Mark's Square! &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;14th Sep-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Holiday comes to an end. Fly back to Melbourne via singapore!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27424414-115150150552299770?l=hellolibby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27424414/posts/default/115150150552299770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27424414/posts/default/115150150552299770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hellolibby.blogspot.com/2006/06/my-travel-itinerary.html' title='My Travel Itinerary'/><author><name>Libby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16324103658181877289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27424414.post-114658494512834636</id><published>2006-05-02T08:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-15T23:38:07.336-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello &amp; Welcome!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/1600/europe.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/2889/320/europe.0.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hello!&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;Welcome!&lt;/em&gt; This is my very first posting. I'm getting this site ready for my up and coming trip to France, Greece and Italy. I leave for Paris on July 13th 2006, so there are alot of graveyard shifts at work to do until now and then! Luckily I'll have the world cup soccer to occupy me when it's quiet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27424414-114658494512834636?l=hellolibby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hellolibby.blogspot.com/feeds/114658494512834636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27424414&amp;postID=114658494512834636' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27424414/posts/default/114658494512834636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27424414/posts/default/114658494512834636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hellolibby.blogspot.com/2006/05/hello-welcome.html' title='Hello &amp; Welcome!!'/><author><name>Libby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16324103658181877289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
