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<description>Travel adventures in journals and photos from The Lady Nomad</description>
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                    <title>Paris</title>
                    <description>Boarding the plane a tingle began to burrow itself into my mood Paris for Christmas with old friends and new setting the stage for old stories to be told and new adventures to be had. A quick flight a quick nap and me and my friend Dan began scouring the crowded mass of black coats searching for the familiar face of our friend Reid. Suddenly there he was hugs and stares of disbelief were exc</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Europe/France/Ile-de-France/Paris/blog-682025.html</link>
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                    <title>Same Blog New Look</title>
                    <description>I39m moving my blog to another website that allows for a more aesthetic layout. Follow my adventures now at httptheladynomand.wordpress.com</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Europe/blog-670789.html</link>
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                    <title>Las Islas Canarias</title>
                    <description>He kept throwing me respectful glances across table at the seaside caf as we all drank caas of beer while the pink sky a lit with the last lingering rays of the Saharan sun. White hair contrasted the tightly pulled brown skin of his defined face enhancing the devious twinkle in his level bright blue eyes. A thick Scottish accent told stories and cracked sarcastic jokes leaving me insatiably c</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Europe/Spain/Canary-Islands/Gran-Canaria/blog-670052.html</link>
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                    <title>Otoo en Gran</title>
                    <description>Orange is my favorite color. When most people hear that they look at me with surprise in their eyes not green or blue Orange is often dismissed as an important color due to the orange that39s omnipresent in the states traffic cones and neon hipster sweatbands. Yet the abandoned orange to which i am referring is beautifully displayed in Granada during the crisp autumn days. Living on the coa</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Europe/Spain/Andalusia/Granada/blog-670055.html</link>
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                    <title>Venezia</title>
                    <description>Time plays funny tricks. It turns facts false actual imagines into illusions and memories into mush. Ticktock n gone. Venice has been tricked by time into becoming a tourist treat. After visiting I can honestly say that Ive been to EuroDisneyland. Everything is overpriced most of the hotels are a half and hour bus ride away and it39s hard not to think that the city itself is a fak</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Europe/Italy/Veneto/Venice/blog-662532.html</link>
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                    <title>Milano</title>
                    <description>It always starts the same way you land you impatiently wait as people block the aisle for what seems like an eternity you thank the stewards in the wrong language you shuffle off the plane. The transition has begun. As you walk through the bustling hoards of people youre weary of the directional signs that are now suddenly written in a different tongue. Unrecognizable words float in and out</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Europe/Italy/Lombardy/Milan/blog-662530.html</link>
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                    <title>Crdoba</title>
                    <description>13.30 train from Madrid arriving in Granada. A blonde bobbing head in the crowd. My mom had arrived and I immediately began to relax as seeing her gave me comfort. Seeing her gave me a rapid reminder of who I am seeing her was like seeing me in my purest form. The hotel receptionist begins talking to me Mother and daughter You two look very similar. Yes. Como dos gotas de agua. The voice th</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Europe/Spain/Andalusia/C-rdoba/A-Mezquita/blog-660288.html</link>
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                    <title>La Alhambra</title>
                    <description> An exceptional statement of selfexpression a superb declaration of identity stands strong in the heart of my home for the next year Granada. Living proof of the Arabic influence is evident as one walks into the most visited site in Spain the Alhambra. Each lacy design each horseshoe arch each carved prayer from the Koran each meticulously placed tileall are saturated with astounding bea</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Europe/Spain/Andalusia/Granada/blog-651853.html</link>
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                    <title>Santiago de Compostela y Fisterra</title>
                    <description>Airborne a word that now means two important things to me. A I39m traveling so obliviously I am excited to see and explore some new place and B I39m surrounded by nothing but air allowing a clean slate for my perception of the world to be completely reborn. I have been fortunate enough to have visited Santiago de Compostela before and I vividly remember seeing the towering Catedral the</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Europe/Spain/Galicia/Santiago-de-Compostela/blog-636484.html</link>
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                    <title>Bilbao</title>
                    <description>Electricitya shocka sudden burst of raw energyfor me Bilbao. One step off the bus from Santiago de Compostela and the citys magnetic atmosphere bewitched me without a moments hesitation. The warm rain began to pour as I walked around trying to find the first street off of Google map directions as lighting light up the grey dusk sky raising the hair on my arms. I walked asked for </description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Europe/Spain/Basque-Country/Bilbao/blog-637078.html</link>
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                    <title>Valncia</title>
                    <description>Stepping off the plane I knew it was time to step up to the challenge this would be the first time that I would be exploring a new city completely by myself. All I had where backwards Google map directions to my hotel. By instinct I walked out of the airport and straight to the Metro I studied the map still not grasping just how big Valncia really is. I bought a ticket asked for help looked</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Europe/Spain/Valencian-Community/Valencia/blog-634960.html</link>
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                    <title>Zahara de la Sierra e Almazara El Vinculo</title>
                    <description>It was the hottest day yet and we were extremely inlandhalf way between Cdiz and Granada. HOT. Everyone was complaining while I was enjoying the tight squeeze of my skin in the Spanish sun. The combination of the heat free chilled white wine jamn and the scene that arose in front of me left an amazing mood hovering above my head like evaporated sweat. I was sitting in a comfortable silen</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Europe/Spain/Andalusia/Zahara-de-la-Sierra/blog-633307.html</link>
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                    <title>The Real Flamenco</title>
                    <description>You could use the common clichs and descriptions the room was filled with anticipation everyone was on the edge of their seats people saw the sparks of passion. None of these work. I dont believe that anyone not even the greatest writer could capture what is live flamenco. Not the tourist crap that everyone who visits for a week gets suckered into Ive been thereIve seen the g</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Europe/Spain/Andalusia/C-diz/blog-631582.html</link>
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                    <title>Tarifa Olas y Dudes</title>
                    <description>It39s honestly like every legitimate surf town that I39ve been to in California the side walks while driving into town where store after store of neon colored signs advertising wind surf equipment and lessons with Spaniards strutting around the streets like flamingos in bright boardshorts and flipflops. Once off the bus we all rushed the bathrooms at the ferry station and scoured the hori</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Europe/Spain/Andalusia/Tarifa/blog-631148.html</link>
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                    <title>A Word About Language</title>
                    <description>Learning a new language outside of the safety of the classroom is very similar to a person becoming blind. Everyday we take our tongue for granted assuming it will be understood no matter what situation we are put into. When its ripped away from your mouth you learn to adapt to rely on other forms of senses and communication reading the slightest twitch in an otherwise placid facial expressio</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Europe/Spain/Andalusia/C-diz/blog-630536.html</link>
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                    <title>An Outline Of Art</title>
                    <description>The tour guide was rushing. I hate it when people rush by acting as if they are late for something more important especially in museums. When I go to a museum I have a purpose an incentive to be there one that cannot be fulfilled when rushed. I take my time absorbing each piece. Stopping. Examining. With each piece of artwork there is a voice that cannot be heard but seen. Anguish Love Torme</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Europe/Spain/Andalusia/C-diz/blog-630537.html</link>
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                    <title>Sangria Sol y Siestas</title>
                    <description>SUMMARY for those who don39t want to read this whole description I39ve jumped off of an old fortress into an extremely warm turquoise ocean.I39ve taken flamenco lessons.I39ve ate a live shrimp at a market which was given to me by an old man with no teeth who sang to me.I39ve woken up to a catedral at my door step every single day which has doubled as my alarm clock.I39ve dan</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Europe/Spain/Andalusia/C-diz/blog-627734.html</link>
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                    <title>Two Days in Sevilla</title>
                    <description>Everything went as according to plan smooth flights edible plane food no layovers and my baggage was delivered in a timely fashion. As I began telling my taxi driver where to go it slowly began to sink in holy crap I39m finally here. The heat was intense the physical and the emotional. My cabbie began to obsess over the 44C weather as my new reality began roaring in my head the phrase</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Europe/Spain/Andalusia/Seville/blog-626747.html</link>
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                    <title>The Day Approaches</title>
                    <description>The excitement nervousness and anticipation is hanging over my head like a mist. Never have I been forced to focus on the future like this before and to my surprise I39m enjoying the planning process. Saying goodbye to friends have been hard these past few weeks but I39m reminding myself of how easily I have made friends in the past and to be confident in the next steps I39m taking. Sa</description>
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