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                    <title>The Return</title>
                    <description>No I39m not traveling anymore. In fact it39s been one full month since I hopped off the plane and into Ryan39s waiting arms. Actually he was sitting and reading a book about cholesterol... but he did launch out of his seat when he finally saw me and so concessions must be made. The other night though Aunt Sonia asked what had happened to the blog I had written in Bariloche and then</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/North-America/United-States/North-Carolina/Charlotte/blog-743722.html</link>
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                    <title>Bariloche the AlaskaColorado combo pack  Chocolate</title>
                    <description>You never know how much you miss the green lushness of NC until you havent seen it for awhile and then BAM there it is in front of you after so many weeksmonthsyears on the road. I have felt this familiar sensation of appreciation for my home state many times though usually from an airplane. On Monday I was welcomed into the arms of the most beautiful place I have ever seen and let me tell</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/South-America/Argentina/Rio-Negro/San-Carlos-de-Bariloche/blog-732720.html</link>
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                    <title>Unexpected Birthday Loveliness and All that Lies Ahead</title>
                    <description>Sitting alone in the Nina Cafe last Sunday I was feeling quite despondent and alone. Every few minutes I would look up from my veggie sandwich and cafe con leche to a wall post on facebook wishing me the best for my 31st birthday. I was in Argentina in the middle of a very powerful two weeks at Finca La Rosendo and all I wanted was to be home with my loves spending the day in Carolina.Then thin</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/South-America/Argentina/Mendoza/San-Rafael-/blog-731834.html</link>
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                    <title>Finca La Rosendo</title>
                    <description>After a week of not having any contact with the outside world here I sit in a swanky hotel in San Rafael with the sun streaming in the windows and thoughts of Finca La Rosendo swirling about in my head. To describe the finca after being there only 6 days would take pages and pages. Here and now then the highlights.Situated about 20 minutes south of San Rafael tiny little Finca La Rosendo gets l</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/South-America/Argentina/Mendoza/San-Rafael-/blog-730305.html</link>
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                    <title>Gauchos and Pupurichu</title>
                    <description>Pupurichu Pipirichu Pupirichi fixed me with a stare that said I will eat you for breakfast gringa. This giant cocoacolored horse was to be my trusty steed for the evening and I was terrified. The remaining horses could have been small dwarves in Disneyland. I secretly gave them the following monikers Sleepy SirOldasHelland Grumptitude Stiltskin. I was granted the pleas</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/South-America/Argentina/Mendoza/Mendoza/blog-728471.html</link>
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                    <title>We never get rain here in Mendoza...</title>
                    <description>If Cordoba encouraged me to take nothing for granted and appreciate the little things in life then Mendoza raises her ruby glass of Malbec with a wink and whispers Live a littleMendoza is flatout gorgeous. Unlike Buenos Aires and Cordoba Mendoza takes such pride in her appearance that a great shifting of the natural landscape had to occur in order to make Mendoza possible and despite the</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/South-America/Argentina/Mendoza/Mendoza/blog-727445.html</link>
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                    <title>Bewilderment.  Im totally buying it.</title>
                    <description>Rumi says that we should sell our cleverness and buy bewilderment. He also says a lot of other things that are right on and lovely but Im sticking with this one for tonight because it seems to apply for Cordoba. Usually when I sit down to put one of these posts together an attempt is made to pick out one story or situation and make it bigger than it was using words cleverness. Tonight I say</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/South-America/Argentina/Cordoba/Quebrada-del-Condorito-National-Park/blog-726708.html</link>
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                    <title>Mayonesa etc.</title>
                    <description>I have never liked mayonnaise. The white globs of goo that folks from our part of the country pile high on their lunchtime foodstuffs make me gag. When looking at the list of ingredients one spies things that should go nowhere near each other nor a turkey sandwich I have even discounted potential suitors on the basis that they appreciate this most despicable of condiments. Yesterday as I was wa</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/South-America/Argentina/Buenos-Aires/Buenos-Aires/blog-725813.html</link>
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                    <title>Viva Argentina</title>
                    <description>After months of non preparation and thinking about today it finally arrived... and with it my first interaction with an Argentinewho happened to be Chilean. Rodrigo is in his late 60s if I were to guess and moved here from Santiago after the coup in 1973 that left democraticallyelected Socialist president Allende dead thanks NixonFord and instated the lovely Pinochet thanks CIA. </description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/South-America/Argentina/Buenos-Aires/Buenos-Aires/blog-725007.html</link>
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                    <title>Argentina falta una semanita</title>
                    <description>The flight to Argentina was bought so many months ago in response to the understanding that two months off of work could only lend itself to one purpose Latin America. I have spent the time between then and now learning what it means to be a teachercounselorlistening ear spending a lot of wonderful time with lovely friends and family and meeting someone who I now consider to be one of my most</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/South-America/Argentina/Buenos-Aires/Buenos-Aires/blog-723141.html</link>
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                    <title>A Patient with Patience</title>
                    <description>They say that getting sick or injured while traveling is inevitable and I am not one to argue.  I have seen the evidence of it.  Consider please kind reader the following  1.  While on a mission trip in Costa Rica my mother fell in a pothole and had to have stiches above her eye.  Strike one against karma  2.  When I was a child the family decided to have a reunion in Florida.  Being fro</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/North-America/Mexico/Jalisco/Guadalajara/blog-424486.html</link>
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                    <title>Tlaquepaque and Tonala</title>
                    <description>Tlaquepaque and Tonala are the younger crazier twin sisters of Guadalajara.  Lying equidistant from Guadalajara at 45 minutes in opposite directions they share one main commonality  they are both known for being quite large market towns that specialize in handmade crafts from this region of Mexico.This is where there similarities end however.  Tlaquepaque is the snobbier of the two.  If you we</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/North-America/Mexico/Jalisco/Guadalajara/blog-423075.html</link>
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                    <title>Guadalajara First Impressions</title>
                    <description>To a mosquito I have always been the holy grail the Mecca the Wailing Wall.  To a mosquito taking a chunk of my forearm or calf is akin to the feeling one gets upon scaling their first mountain puckering up for the first time or meeting their redhaired pianoplaying idol.  If two mosquitos were having a conversation one would most likely say to the other  She's the cat's meow.  Mosquito</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/North-America/Mexico/Jalisco/Guadalajara/blog-420444.html</link>
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                    <title>Teotihuacan</title>
                    <description>After returning from a rainy yet beautiful dinner last night Becca Kara and I decided that further walking around the city just wasnt a possibility.  We returned to the hostel and to our respective knitting and reading downstairs over a familysize Corona to pass the time while the rain poured down.  At some point we were invited upstairs by some of our fellow hostelmates to watch a movie... Th</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/North-America/Mexico/Distrito-Federal/Mexico-City/blog-419519.html</link>
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                    <title>My 28th with Frida</title>
                    <description>The intensely bright blue walls greeted us even before we had reached Calle Londres.  Strolling through the side streets of Coyoacan this morning searching for her house was sort of like a grownup version of I spy. Anything even attempting to be that vivid color would cause a quick sideways glance and the openended question of Is that it When I finally came upon it however I knew righ</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/North-America/blog-419028.html</link>
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                    <title>Centro Historico</title>
                    <description>One day down in Mexico and the familiarity of it already smacks me in the face.  I look to my left and I see Ecuador.  To my right glimmers of Venezuela induce a second glance.  Down the street Costa Rica waves hello and if I turn my head ever so slightly I see that Peru is tapping me on the shoulder.  They are all here... and although Latin America is made up of a myriad of cultures peoples a</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/North-America/blog-418265.html</link>
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                    <title>5 days and counting...</title>
                    <description>Hello all and welcome backTo those of you who followed the Ghana chronicles I hope I can continue to delight and entertain.  For any newbies to the blog a hearty welcome.As some of you might know I am headed to Mexico this coming Sunday for six weeks in a country that I feel I already know by heart.  For the first week I will be seeing the sights of DF Mexico City for the layman among us wi</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/North-America/Mexico/Distrito-Federal/Mexico-City/Centro-Historico/blog-416236.html</link>
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                    <title>I'm out</title>
                    <description>My last day at the orphanage was a day like any other really.  I got frustrated a lot I had a kid on my lap or in my arms for 80 of the time and I cried a bit at the end.  Picture if you will climbing into a van after a long day of running around.  Your white Tshirt is now brown your feet look like they will never get clean and so many tiny pairs of hands have been through your hair that </description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Africa/Ghana/Volta/Ho/blog-241796.html</link>
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                    <title>NaNa and the English Alphabet</title>
                    <description>I came to realize today that I haven't really told any of you too much about the orphanage and what it is we try to do there.  I realized this today as I was sitting on the floor three children on my lap two playing with my hair and one searching my pockets.  Several thoughts went through my head  1.  White people hair really is strange.  2. I had no idea it would be like this.  3.  Get </description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Africa/Ghana/Volta/Ho/blog-241155.html</link>
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                    <title>Sickly.</title>
                    <description>Last week I was invincible.  Each morning I arose from my top bunk lifted the mandatory mosquito netting and hopped down to fill myself with nescafe granulated coffee.  yes I'm mentioning it again.  Whilst other volunteers were lounging about green in the face or rushing to the restroom I popped around the homebase cheery and healthy as ever.  Ah Africa I thought I've taken your pu</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Africa/Ghana/Volta/Ho/blog-240445.html</link>
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