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                    <title>Day Eight  Enough of All This World War II Stuff....Let's Go Medieval</title>
                    <description>Still no relief from the sauna that is our bathroom. We actually cracked the windows open to get some fresh sea air during the night. Nevertheless I got a good night39s rest in preparation for our drive on to our next destination. I was going to miss the old Hotel Normandie which had been our French home for the past 4 nights. I might have been talked into one last big breakfast at the hotel </description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Europe/France/Lower-Normandy/Mont-Saint-Michel/blog-782016.html</link>
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                    <title>Day Seven  No Blue Bayeux on Gail's Birthday</title>
                    <description>No worries about freezing in our room last night.  The bathroom nuclear zone was keeping not just our room but part of the hallway nice and toasty.  We almost didn39t need to towel dry after our showers.  The water evaporated quickly.  Outisde our hotel window the parking lot was dry as well.  There was even a glimmer of sun out over the Channel. It looked to be a rather promising day weatherw</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Europe/France/Lower-Normandy/Bayeux/blog-775665.html</link>
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                    <title>Day Six  Boxing Day Stinks for the Lunds</title>
                    <description>Back home in the States the day after Christmas means business as usual. In fact it39s one of the busiest days in the retail season. Oh contraire in Europe. On almost all of our Christmas forays into Europe December 26th is also a holiday be it St. Stephen39s Day Feast of the Holy Family the first day of Kwanzaa Synaxis of the Theotokos or Boxing Day. And that means most businesses mus</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Europe/France/Lower-Normandy/Argentan/blog-772996.html</link>
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                    <title>Day Five  Remembering June 6 1944 on Christmas 2012</title>
                    <description>We gave ourselves a Christmas present this morning  we slept in an extra hour.  Once I got up and looked out our hotel room window I was tempted to crawl back into bed.  It was absolutely ugly out there dark rainy and depressingly deserted.  There were only three other cars in the whole vast parking lot.  But since Gail and her mother were in a different room on a different floor and since this</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Europe/France/Lower-Normandy/Courseulles-Sur-Mer/blog-771107.html</link>
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                    <title>Day Four  I Thought We Would All EndUp In Seine</title>
                    <description>The day started with an even better breakfast. Eric the owner laid on the same spread as the previous day but added softboiled eggs and tea to the breakfast. We were stuffed even more than the previous day. How we could work up the stomach to return to LeClerc for the third time for more food shopping is beyond me.It was already getting very difficult to load our luggage.  Our purchase of the </description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Europe/France/Upper-Normandy/blog-768881.html</link>
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                    <title>Day Three  Flexing our Mussels as We Pass Through Fatcamp Again</title>
                    <description>Whenever we travel I always prefer to stay in the same accomodations for as long as possible. Packing up and moving every morning is a pain. Because we were covering so much territory on this vacation we didn39t get to experience that luxury too often. But here in St. Valery we were booked for two nights. That meant that today we could spend the whole day doing whatever we found interesting ra</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Europe/France/Upper-Normandy/Saint-Valery-en-Caux/blog-766659.html</link>
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                    <title>Day Two  The Long Rain of Henry IV</title>
                    <description>As much as I endedup loving France I mean Normandy on this trip there is one aspect of travel where the French fail miserably against their Germand and English competitors breakfast. The French breakfasts were very good when we chose to have them but whereas the Brits and Krauts offer breakfast as part of the hotel or BB price the French choose to tack on the cost as an extra. 8 Euro per pe</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Europe/France/Upper-Normandy/Dieppe/blog-765807.html</link>
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                    <title>Day One  How to Rouen Your Vacation</title>
                    <description>Our plane actually landed at Paris De Gaulle Airport a few minutes early. Perhaps the bumpiness was the result of strong tailwinds. In any case I made it across the Atlantic in one piece and without using the barfbag. Like all European airports customs and immigration was quick and painless. It was a pretty nice hike from the arrival gate through immigration where the bored agent didn39t even</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Europe/France/Upper-Normandy/blog-765208.html</link>
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                    <title>The Best Laid Schemes o' Mice an' Men  Gang aft Agley</title>
                    <description>I39ve been told that we get but once to celebrate our 60th birthday and since the end of 2012 would usher in that formidable milestone in my life I wanted to do so in style. I was given the opportunity to pick where we would spend our Christmas Holidays this year and I opted to choose a place we had never been to before. Last February in my efforts to avoid doing the taxes for as long as possi</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Europe/France/Upper-Normandy/blog-765027.html</link>
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                    <title>Leaving So Soon</title>
                    <description>Because of the Mardi Gras holiday and the ensuing brouhaha it had caused with our winter tire rental we needed to get up early in the morning to meet with Annette Wagner a representative of ED Winter Tires. She and her husband would be taking our car to their tire facility so that the original allseason tires could be put back on the car when they reopened for business on Wednesday. One of the</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Europe/Germany/Bavaria/Erding/blog-697497.html</link>
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                    <title>Just a Manic Monday</title>
                    <description>Last night we had new teenage guests staying with us at the Pension Gregory. They were even quieter than the Slovakian lugers. That39s because these were Germans members of the junior German Skelton team. The most insane of the maniacal slider fraternity. They were actually a little boring. Yesterday at breakfast gabby Gail engaged one of the Slovakian boys in a short conversation ending it wi</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Europe/Germany/Bavaria/blog-696499.html</link>
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                    <title>The Hills Are Alive with the Sounds of Mucus</title>
                    <description>It was another night of hacking and wheezing on my part. I39m fine all day but as soon as I lay down I start coughing. It must be the down or feathers in the comforters. I still got adequate rest but I39m not so sure my mother was getting much of a vacation out of this.I was up at the usual 7 am hour. In this room we were living a much more spartan existence. No TV no clock no phone a tin</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Europe/Austria/Salzburg/Salzburg/blog-694117.html</link>
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                    <title>Incredible Day on The Deutsche Alpenstrae</title>
                    <description>Our time in Oberammergau would end this morning. I think we could easily find a week39s worth of things to do if we stayed in this area the Royal Castles GarmischPartenkirchen the Zugspitze Oberammergau itself Wieskirche Steingaden Landsberg Fussen and the country roads leading in and out of Austria. That retirement trip through all the places we want to visit again in Europe might tak</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Europe/Germany/Bavaria/blog-693438.html</link>
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                    <title>South of the Border</title>
                    <description>You would think that after going 36 hours without sleep except for a half hour snooze during Shakespeare on the plane that I would39ve had a long night39s rest once I climbed into bed. Yet I was up most of the night coughing my brains out. I assume I was allergic to the feather bed or some alien German mould in our room. I kept my poor mother awake as well.But when breakfast time rolled ar</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Europe/Austria/Tyrol/Innsbruck/blog-692427.html</link>
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                    <title>Back in the Fatherland</title>
                    <description>Even though that flight over snowdraped fields had us thinking we might be arriving into a Winter Wonderland the airport complex itself seemed totally devoid of snow. In fact after going into the Munich air terminal we were beginning to sweat. We had been reading about severe cold plaguing Eastern Europe for the past few weeks and had come prepared with heavy woolen socks long undies and heavy </description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Europe/Germany/Bavaria/Munich/blog-691098.html</link>
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                    <title>The Start of Another Great Adventure</title>
                    <description>As I get older I seem to get more and more excited no sick when departure day rolls around. I have learned to take a happy pill the day we fly and not only does it keep me from needlessly worrying but it also knocks me out on the plane. The only time I take my Alprazolam is when I fly. I need some stress to keep me going in the rest of my life.The worst part of every trip is having to take our </description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/North-America/United-States/Pennsylvania/Philadelphia/blog-691078.html</link>
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                    <title>2012 BMW European Delivery</title>
                    <description>1979 was a very eventful for year for me it was the year Gail and I started dating the year I took my first trip to Germany and the year that I discovered BMW. My future wife and I were keeping our office romance a secret from our coworkers when a large group of us took advantage of a three day weekend familiarization trip by Pan Am to visit Germany. Up until then I had had absolutely zero inte</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Europe/Germany/Bavaria/blog-691052.html</link>
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                    <title>Day Twelve Men Do What They Do Best</title>
                    <description>Our last day in London and while one group had one idea of a good time involving spending money on frivolities the more intellectual of the two decided to cultivate their minds by taking advantage of the city's free cultural institutions.  After another somewhat uncomfortable continental breakfast in the capacious and somewhat stuffy breakfast room at the Mandarin we decided to make a return vis</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Europe/United-Kingdom/England/Greater-London/Elephant-and-Castle/blog-549296.html</link>
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                    <title>Day Eleven  A Day for MINIs and Beheadings</title>
                    <description>Most Sundays I don't feel like leaving my bed and waking up early in my huge fluffy bed with eight pillows scattered all around me.  It would've been easy to just roll over and wait for Gail or the kids to call and wake me up but London was waiting for us.  The goal for today was to take a leisurely and complete tour of the Tower London.  For once we were not tethered by time constraints placed o</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Europe/United-Kingdom/England/Greater-London/London-City/blog-531482.html</link>
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                    <title>Day Ten  The Pocono Hillbillies Take London</title>
                    <description>Taking a page from the Amazing Race today we would be racing across the country dragging our suitcases behind us as we switched modes of transport time and time again.  To fuel or frenzy we started with yet another marvelous full English breakfast.  No need to detail our orders as we pretty much decided on the same stuff every day.  While we waited for Cassie to packup and perform her morning abl</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Europe/United-Kingdom/England/Greater-London/Knightsbridge/blog-518189.html</link>
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