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                    <title>The Desert</title>
                    <description>As you know my visitors live in almosteveramazinglygreen Tuscany. they wanted to see the desert. ltbr stylefontfamily arial sansserif fontsize 13px lineheight normal backgroundcolor rgba255 255 255 0.917969 gtI don39t like the desert. It doesn39t keep me calm and relaxed as it is for others for me it39s stressing and depressing... well... I was always a Nor</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Middle-East/Israel/South-District/Mitzpe-Ramon/blog-703978.html</link>
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                    <title>The "Best" weather condition to start a visit to Israel</title>
                    <description>The last day before a vacation is always hectic busy it39s all about running around to get everything done this time was the same  my friends live in this amazing quit distant farm when at nights you hear nothing. only bambis dads barking.I on the other hand live in central tel aviv. on a main street. the only thing you hear at night here are cars busses shouting drunk people city cou</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Middle-East/Israel/Tel-Aviv-District/Tel-Aviv/blog-698714.html</link>
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                    <title>Touring Israel  is it possible to be a tourist in my own country</title>
                    <description>They said they are coming for a visit and I got excited.They are the couple I39ve lived with in Italy. The couple that taught me Italian language culture and cooking a couple that became friends mentors family. Confused Let39s start from the beginning. Early 2007. I39ve returned to Israel after almost 2 years in east Africa. Couldn39t settle back couldn39t understand the c</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Middle-East/Israel/Tel-Aviv-District/Tel-Aviv/blog-697941.html</link>
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                    <title>I'm no longer blogging</title>
                    <description>SO    whats going on with youWhy don39t you writeWhere are youWe miss your updatesWe have no idea whats going on with youWe miss you I know. you are right those who care enough to write or call or askwell.. I no longer write as I no linger travel. I have set roots in Tel Aviv again I have adopted 2 kitties and fostering a blindpeople guide dog puppy. so basically I am a mother of thr</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Middle-East/Israel/Tel-Aviv-District/Tel-Aviv/blog-668720.html</link>
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                    <title>Dead Sea Jordan. I'm losing my traveling skills.... </title>
                    <description>Too long. Too long. Again. I39ve heard some complaints about neglecting my Travel Blog people who don39t have FaceBook accounts you know who you are all three people out there not knowing what39s going on with me or if I39m aliveSo  before the Jordan II blog entry let me give you a short update. I39m in Israel. I have a job. I am all back into the I work 247 thing. As </description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Middle-East/Jordan/West/Dead-Sea/blog-613330.html</link>
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                    <title>Fethiye Beer Beer and more Beer</title>
                    <description>8 months. 8 long months since I've last presented my passport to an immigration officer. 8 long months since I've inhaled the great artificial airport air. 8 months since I had this hhhhmmmm feeling of a flight.And there it is. I'm heading to Turkey for few days. Half of it is gonna be probably deleted from my memory due to severe alcohol consumption and some of it are gonna be in Istanbul. For </description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Middle-East/Turkey/blog-538623.html</link>
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                    <title>Settling back in Israel  TAKE II</title>
                    <description>Once again I've decided to try and live in Israel.Last year when I've decided to stay in Israel I did all the right things a friend had helped me find a job that seemed like the perfect place for me to be in a new young company in the area of solar energy. Only 4 people myself and three guys. In the first week when I was the one that complained about the heat in the office the AC is on 2</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Middle-East/Israel/Tel-Aviv-District/Tel-Aviv/blog-518737.html</link>
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                    <title>Israel's National Trail and I are on a break</title>
                    <description>HP hiking partner it's great sweating like this so early in the dayME glaring angry  NO  Its not GREAT. I have a different definition to what GREAT is.This dialogue took place at 6.30 AM. We were already about one hour into that days hike climbing   Mount Carmel  once again the Israeli mountains are hills not that far from Haifa.From this point and on it became worst I just</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Middle-East/Israel/Haifa-District/Yagur/blog-498121.html</link>
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                    <title>Cross Israel Hike</title>
                    <description>Is it possible to hike in my own language The Israel National Trail H Shvil Israel is a hiking path that crosses the entire country of Israel. Its northern end is at Dan near the Lebanese border in the far north of the country and it extends to Eilat at the southernmost tip of Israel on the Red Sea a length of approximately 940 km 580 mi that's what the gods of WIKI tells us. And I've dec</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Middle-East/Israel/North-District/Mount-Meron/blog-490862.html</link>
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                    <title>Frankfurt Friends</title>
                    <description>Frankfurt is exactly what I like in my travels a cool places with great people. After Berlin Frankfurt and it's 2 to 2 was nice warm and welcoming. I could wander around the streets and I did enjoying the churches and renovated buildings without the need to worry where is the next warm place I could protect myself... I even went to the Museum to watch Botticelli's art exhibition and could</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Europe/Germany/Hesse/Frankfurt/blog-475560.html</link>
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                    <title>Berlin Sachsenhausen. Gedenkstatte.</title>
                    <description>Sachsenhausen is Berlin's concentration camp that was the model camp that set the standard for those to follow The famous sign over Auschwitz read Arbeit macht frei which means Work liberates is a copy of the one in Sachenhausen.The camp was used primarily for political prisoners of the Nazi Regime and after the the end of the Second world war as a soviet secret service not only the servi</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Europe/Germany/Berlin/Berlin/blog-474588.html</link>
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                    <title>Berlin. if the temperatures won't kill me the coffee will. or lack of it</title>
                    <description>everyone can tell you how amazing Berlin is. Everyone can talk about the amazing architecture the parks the courtyards the streets the history the nightlife. I'm not everyone very loyal to my decision to travel in difficult challenging conditions I have decided to head to Berlin again in the coldest winter in 20 years. I remember having a previous and a wiser decision never again to spe</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Europe/Germany/Berlin/Berlin/blog-469712.html</link>
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                    <title>my life as a farm boy in Tuscany</title>
                    <description>some of you know and some of you didn't hear yet so ' let me tell you all the details.after 3 months in Israel long long long months I have decided to change my plans and give Europe a chance...the first thing I did was to look for a farm to wwoof in in Italy wwoof  volunteering in organic farm in exchange for accommodation and foodso I found a family in Tuscany. A family that hardly speaks </description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Europe/Italy/Tuscany/Vicchio/blog-462539.html</link>
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                    <title>Sometimes living in Italy is not that easy..</title>
                    <description>this is the day u have all been waiting for... I hate Italy Italians and being here. let me tell u a little bit on where Italy is not that great place to be in they hardly speak English. every time i go to the internet cafe i have to give my ID and they have to register me. for browsing the internet It's an anti terrorism actI also bought a sim card here. in Italy there are 3 cellular comp</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Europe/Italy/blog-462465.html</link>
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                    <title>Florence VS Lucca</title>
                    <description>almost a year ago i have heard an American guy saying i love Nairobi. it's the only place in Africa you can find Oprah's magazine... it was the first time i understood the idea that people have different reasons to like places. i liked Nairobi because it had films supermarkets and pavements....I believe that people have different reasons to hate towns too. I hate Firenze. now you will all sta</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Europe/Italy/Tuscany/Lucca/blog-462447.html</link>
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                    <title>A family visit to Bologna</title>
                    <description>my father's visit was a very emotional visit and you know me  when it comes to emotions  you will get only the clod facts and boring truth... but come on people  use your imagination....So  the main idea of the visit i think was to visit the town i was born in and mainly the 5 families that were my parents best friendsfamilylikefriends. Some of them are very old. when i left Italy i was </description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Europe/blog-462440.html</link>
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                    <title>WWOOFing in Italy</title>
                    <description>one morning few months ago Saverio couldn't stop laughing. I have just started speaking Italian and got one verb wrong one out of manyinstead of saying  I am afraid I said I am fear.he just couldn't stop laughing saying  you are Merav you can't be fear so I smiled at him. then he said  o.k. i see what you are saying. you can be fear. but  normal people can't...I have staye</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Europe/Italy/Tuscany/Vicchio/blog-462436.html</link>
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                    <title>Lushoto</title>
                    <description>I'm back in Arusha. Living in the same pyramid house you've seen photos of before hoping for a short contract with the UN here and basically doing the thing I like the most  NOTHINGrecently 2 of my friends had arrived they are from South Africa a mother and son traveling together for the last 18 month. First we met about a year ago in Kenya we lost touch and they've magically arrived here.</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Africa/Tanzania/East/Lushoto/blog-462434.html</link>
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                    <title>Western Tanzania alone in the car with 4 men</title>
                    <description>about 2 weeks ago Moshe an Israeli friend working in Arusha had suggested out of the blue that I will join him for 2 weeks working tour in Tanzania. Leaving the morning after at 700 am. Oh come on dont you know a girl takes time to get ready The most western spot he was aiming at was Mbeya about 100 KM from the Malawi border. After considering the options I have decided it's a good opportun</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Africa/Tanzania/West/Mbeya/blog-462343.html</link>
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                    <title>I'm 35. Arusha is celebrating</title>
                    <description>I'm getting OLD I forget things I look back at things with this annoying nostalgic smile everything aches I wake up at 4 am someone has to make sure the mosque will work I'm grumpy and snappish o.k.... always was nothing new but  I'm 35 looks like I also forgot the body shrinking part that comes with getting old... unlike the usual me I didn't spend my day crying. only 15 of the time.</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Africa/Tanzania/North/Arusha/blog-462319.html</link>
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