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<description>Travel adventures in journals and photos from bridgeterin</description>
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<pubDate>Tue, 14 Oct 2008 05:11:36 BST</pubDate>
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                    <title>My telenovela</title>
                    <description>So the telenovela started with the amicable discharge from Mercedesrsquo house.  She had family coming in for the boda and needed the space in her quaint little piso.  I found myself in the palace of Mara Jos whom I thought was just an acquaintance but turned out to play a much larger role in my own personal telenovela.The Spanish boda was incredible.  Antonio sexy host brother and I lef</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org//Europe/Spain/Andalusia/Seville/blog-287396.html</link>
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                    <title>And then I moved into a museum</title>
                    <description>So due to some family complications Mercedes had to kick me out onto the street.  Take your glasseswearing redheaded butt OUTTA HERE.  But Irsquom still invited to the wedding so allrsquos well that endrsquos well donrsquot you know my little scissors legsSo Mara Jos de Soto Sierra lives in an apartment right outside the Feria by herself.  She has a grown son Antonio who is actua</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org//Europe/Spain/Andalusia/Seville/blog-277828.html</link>
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                    <title>Dorktown USA two redheads in brown North Face jackets touring Lisbon Portugal together</title>
                    <description>For Halliersquos last weekend in Europe we decided to do a fiveday trip to Lisbon and Lagos Portugal.  We took the midnight bus from Sevilla after saying goodbye to Donny and Julia for the last time.  As we found our seats a redheaded boy in the back of the bus gave us a knowing nod acknowledging that we were all Americans.  Ben as he calls himself Benji as I took to calling him approac</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org//Europe/Portugal/Algarve/Lagos/blog-277802.html</link>
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                    <title>This entry is digustingly long. So I sugarcoated it with pictures.</title>
                    <description>So our Semana Santa journey started with a short flight from Sevilla to Milan.  We landed with a full day left and met up my friend Heidi's friend who volunteered to herd us around all day.  Milan is a pretty big city with a deep passion for animal skins and money hoarding. I'm glad we saw the duomo cathedral and then peaced out asap.Our next stop was Gnova after a decently long train ride. We </description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org//Europe/Italy/blog-259197.html</link>
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                    <title>The mother of all fairs</title>
                    <description>So before coming to Spain I imagined the Feria being a bunch of Spaniards dressed in Flamenco outfits riding horses and drinking rioja. Upon stepping into Feria I realized that it was anytownUSA County Fair but with young Spaniards clad in Flamenco wear speckling the crowd rather than white trash wearing wifebeaters.The first night Gubba Mom Auntie Gail and I rode the carnival rides lea</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org//Europe/Spain/Andalusia/Seville/blog-255729.html</link>
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                    <title>Traveling on a budget has never been so luxurious</title>
                    <description>Our trip to France started with losing one of our compatriots due to poor planning.  Originally we had intended to take the 8 am bus from Sevilla to Madrid. Due to every student in Sevilla leaving for the four day weekend we were only able to get the 1 am bus THAT night before our 5 pm flight. This is when we lost the weak.The bus ride was miserable no surprise there and we sat for six and a h</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org//Europe/France/blog-252766.html</link>
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                    <title>There wasn't an effing "hearth"quake Nico</title>
                    <description>So we finally finished our threeweek angstfest that was the Intensive Session and now I have time to write something other than an unnecessarily long analytical journal about each cultural visit we made around Sevilla. Our intensive session was probably the best thing yet.  ngel our 5rsquo5rdquolittleballofhistory wrapped in a stylish sweater and scarf has now replaced Zac Efron in my </description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org//Europe/Spain/Andalusia/Seville/blog-242516.html</link>
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                    <title>I think I might like this city of streets lined with orange trees.</title>
                    <description>Wow.  The long anticipated first blog entry.  I have been thinking about writing this since before I even got here and now that my laziness has subsided be prepared for a verbose summary of things I have experienced as of yet. The language is tough.  People speak insanely fast and the times are not few that I have stared blankly after someone tries to say something to me.  In addition to speakin</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org//Europe/Spain/Andalusia/Seville/blog-236119.html</link>
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