<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20043857</id><updated>2011-07-14T05:27:14.458-05:00</updated><title type='text'>M.E.'s Blog</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariaelenaprice.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20043857/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariaelenaprice.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Maria Elena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05077791436369436957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/152/9120/640/DSCN0842.0.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>17</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20043857.post-115920694056896740</id><published>2006-09-25T12:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-25T12:55:40.590-05:00</updated><title type='text'>ExpeditionPlus inaugural expedition</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2379/1996/640/spice_bazaar.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CLEAR: all; FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2379/1996/320/spice_bazaar.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20043857-115920694056896740?l=mariaelenaprice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariaelenaprice.blogspot.com/feeds/115920694056896740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20043857&amp;postID=115920694056896740' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20043857/posts/default/115920694056896740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20043857/posts/default/115920694056896740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariaelenaprice.blogspot.com/2006/09/expeditionplus-inaugural-expedition.html' title='ExpeditionPlus inaugural expedition'/><author><name>Maria Elena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05077791436369436957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/152/9120/640/DSCN0842.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20043857.post-115920503211865647</id><published>2006-09-25T12:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-25T12:23:52.180-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Test photo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2379/1996/640/spice_bazaar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CLEAR: all; FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2379/1996/320/spice_bazaar.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  Here's a test photo for M.E.'s blog.&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20043857-115920503211865647?l=mariaelenaprice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariaelenaprice.blogspot.com/feeds/115920503211865647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20043857&amp;postID=115920503211865647' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20043857/posts/default/115920503211865647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20043857/posts/default/115920503211865647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariaelenaprice.blogspot.com/2006/09/test-photo.html' title='Test photo'/><author><name>Maria Elena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05077791436369436957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/152/9120/640/DSCN0842.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20043857.post-115472916845986617</id><published>2006-08-04T17:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-04T17:13:31.916-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Istanbul - Spice Bazaar (part 1)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2379/1996/1600/DSCN1191.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2379/1996/320/DSCN1191.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2379/1996/1600/DSCN1190.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2379/1996/320/DSCN1190.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2379/1996/1600/DSCN1189.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2379/1996/320/DSCN1189.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Spice Bazaar is beautiful - colorful and full of amazing smells! They've still managed to stick some souvenir stores in there, but not too many.&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2379/1996/640/DSCN1185.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2379/1996/320/DSCN1185.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2379/1996/640/DSCN1186.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2379/1996/320/DSCN1186.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2379/1996/640/DSCN1187.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2379/1996/320/DSCN1187.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2379/1996/640/DSCN1188.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2379/1996/320/DSCN1188.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" alt="Posted by Picasa" style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20043857-115472916845986617?l=mariaelenaprice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariaelenaprice.blogspot.com/feeds/115472916845986617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20043857&amp;postID=115472916845986617' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20043857/posts/default/115472916845986617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20043857/posts/default/115472916845986617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariaelenaprice.blogspot.com/2006/08/istanbul-spice-bazaar-part-1.html' title='Istanbul - Spice Bazaar (part 1)'/><author><name>Maria Elena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05077791436369436957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/152/9120/640/DSCN0842.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20043857.post-115472899490159384</id><published>2006-08-04T17:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-04T17:03:14.903-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Istanbul - the Grand Bazaar</title><content type='html'>The Grand Bazaar is I think 4 square kms in the center of the historic district of Istanbul. You can find anything from rugs, lamps, clothes, souvenirs, food, jewellery . . . &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2379/1996/640/DSCN1172.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CLEAR: all; FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2379/1996/320/DSCN1172.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2379/1996/640/DSCN1174.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CLEAR: all; FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2379/1996/320/DSCN1174.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;It is completely covered too - so even on a rainy day you can come and look for things you never thought you might need!&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2379/1996/640/DSCN1176.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CLEAR: all; FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2379/1996/320/DSCN1176.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2379/1996/640/DSCN1177.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CLEAR: all; FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2379/1996/320/DSCN1177.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20043857-115472899490159384?l=mariaelenaprice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariaelenaprice.blogspot.com/feeds/115472899490159384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20043857&amp;postID=115472899490159384' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20043857/posts/default/115472899490159384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20043857/posts/default/115472899490159384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariaelenaprice.blogspot.com/2006/08/istanbul-grand-bazaar.html' title='Istanbul - the Grand Bazaar'/><author><name>Maria Elena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05077791436369436957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/152/9120/640/DSCN0842.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20043857.post-115472870484691955</id><published>2006-08-04T16:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-04T16:58:24.853-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Istanbul - the rugs</title><content type='html'>You can't go to Turkey without going shopping for a turkish carpet or Kilim (the woven instead of knotted rugs. Carpet and Kilim stores line the bazaars and the streets of the historic district. They have all sorts of ways to get you into their shop. This one had Obi - the Cat.&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2379/1996/640/DSCN1165.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CLEAR: all; FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2379/1996/320/DSCN1165.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2379/1996/640/DSCN1166.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CLEAR: all; FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2379/1996/320/DSCN1166.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;When you begin looking at a rug in the store, there is a process and protocol to it. If you are relatively serious then you accept the tea that is usually offered after the first 10 rugs have been unfolded and shown to you. We went to 3 rug places and in the end my folks find what they liked at the bazaar (last picture).&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2379/1996/640/DSCN1167.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CLEAR: all; FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2379/1996/320/DSCN1167.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2379/1996/640/DSCN1179.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CLEAR: all; FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2379/1996/320/DSCN1179.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20043857-115472870484691955?l=mariaelenaprice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariaelenaprice.blogspot.com/feeds/115472870484691955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20043857&amp;postID=115472870484691955' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20043857/posts/default/115472870484691955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20043857/posts/default/115472870484691955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariaelenaprice.blogspot.com/2006/08/istanbul-rugs.html' title='Istanbul - the rugs'/><author><name>Maria Elena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05077791436369436957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/152/9120/640/DSCN0842.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20043857.post-115469741427486870</id><published>2006-08-04T08:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-04T17:18:31.186-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Istanbul - The historical monuments</title><content type='html'>Istanbul I found was an incredibly varied and beautiful city of around 17 million! The historic district is on the peninsula that sits between the Bosphorous and the Golden Horn. Perfectly placed for a city that was the capitol of the Holy Roman Empire and later the Ottoman Empire for 500 years!&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2379/1996/640/DSCN1130.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2379/1996/320/DSCN1130.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2379/1996/640/DSCN1134.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2379/1996/320/DSCN1134.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This being my first time in a Muslim country I was fascinated by the mosques and minarets (I'm so used to Cathedrals and bell towers!) What I found interesting was seeing thie Haya Sophia (Holy Wisdom) - originally built by Justinian to be the largest Catholic(!) church in the world - turned into a Mosque. Not unlike what happened in Cordoba to the mosque there, which afterwards was converted/made into a Cathedral. Here is the Haya Sophia now, as a Mosque with four minarets&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2379/1996/640/DSCN1137.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2379/1996/320/DSCN1137.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The "Blue" Mosque - also known as SultanAhment Mosque - is across from the Haya Sophia. This is the view of the internal courtyard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The blue mosque is beautiful inside - the carpets and lights are nice - but I really liked the opennes of Mosques. No Choirs, chapels or pews to fill up the space, just carpets, lights and beautiful designs on the walls. The designs are all blue and red, hence the name - you can't really tell that from this picture unfortunately&lt;br /&gt;Of course every great empire has a castle for its rulers. The Emperors of the Ottoman Empire lived in Topkapi Palace - entrance below&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2379/1996/640/DSCN1151.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2379/1996/320/DSCN1151.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; . &lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" alt="Posted by Picasa" style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20043857-115469741427486870?l=mariaelenaprice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariaelenaprice.blogspot.com/feeds/115469741427486870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20043857&amp;postID=115469741427486870' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20043857/posts/default/115469741427486870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20043857/posts/default/115469741427486870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariaelenaprice.blogspot.com/2006/08/istanbul-historical-monuments.html' title='Istanbul - The historical monuments'/><author><name>Maria Elena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05077791436369436957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/152/9120/640/DSCN0842.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20043857.post-115472687670152385</id><published>2006-08-03T16:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-04T16:27:56.703-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Topkapi Palace - the Ottoman Empire's palace</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2379/1996/1600/DSCN1146.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2379/1996/320/DSCN1146.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Palace has many entraces, but this is one of the smaller entrances I believe to the inner courtyards. This is what they talk about when they say "to live like kings"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The outdoor courtyard and fountain is where one of the Emperors would have breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2379/1996/1600/DSCN1149.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2379/1996/320/DSCN1149.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2379/1996/1600/DSCN1150.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2379/1996/320/DSCN1150.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20043857-115472687670152385?l=mariaelenaprice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariaelenaprice.blogspot.com/feeds/115472687670152385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20043857&amp;postID=115472687670152385' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20043857/posts/default/115472687670152385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20043857/posts/default/115472687670152385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariaelenaprice.blogspot.com/2006/08/topkapi-palace-ottoman-empires-palace_03.html' title='Topkapi Palace - the Ottoman Empire&apos;s palace'/><author><name>Maria Elena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05077791436369436957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/152/9120/640/DSCN0842.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20043857.post-115125180948059332</id><published>2006-08-02T10:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-04T17:19:22.973-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Where in the world am !!??</title><content type='html'>I thought I was used to traveling . . . . but I think this summer I'm beating my own records. I've also been terrible about "updating" my blog, so I'm going to summarize what I've done in these last two months below with words and pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May - I got to Italy and immediately headed off to Spain by van and ferry. It was actually pretty cool because I got to just hang out and skip about 1000 kms of France while I hung out on a souped up ferry boat. I was hoping to get some rest of course but the screaming high school students on their field trip who happened to be sleeping in the same hallway as me didn't feel others on the boat should sleep!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was headed off to Andalucia to meet my first group. This tour is so beautiful and we get to see so many cool things - including Olive trees - lots and lots of them . . . .&lt;br /&gt;After finishing my tour in Andalucia I flew back to Italy for a little over a week where I did our classic Venice to Florence and had a wonderful dinner with my family (we all managed to be within 20 miles of each other so we took advantage of this rare occasion to have dinner).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, I flew back to Spain to begin my tours on the Camino de Santiago. Still, one of my favorite places to bike and visit. I did two of these trips, back to back - one with some great neighbors from the Fort! and the other with customers who have been with me and us for over 10 trips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This brings me to the end of June. I then drove back to Italy and spent a week there (without moving!) before driving back to France to begin some scouting for our Pamplona Running of the Bulls and Tour de France tour.  Which began in July.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mid July I finished that tour and trained back to Italy. Of course as usual after running around 3 countries it was bound to happen . . . I lost my cell phone - or I should say I left my cell phone - at the Customer Service office of the Central Milan train station. Fortunately I had made friends with the little old men working there as I was trying to work on my computer and recharge the battery before my train ride home, so they kindly put my phone on the train that was coming one hour later and I just had to wait for it in Bologna! I've never seen such efficiency in the train system!! Amazing what human connections can do :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I quickly changed the clothes in my suitcase for clean clothes and jumped on a plane with  my mother to Romania! This is when the real adventure began.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was meeting the  &lt;a href="http://www.expeditionplus.com"&gt;ExpedtionPlus!&lt;/a&gt; that was coming from St. Petersburg and arriving in Bucharest a couple of days later. Bucharest is not a beautiful European capital city.  It has a lot of history though, which is partly what makes it a peacemeal city that shows traces of older better times and the destruction a communist dictator can bring when he is obsessed with himself and his ideas! (see the pictures of the Palace). Here I was able to meet up with Yaya! which was so fun because it is always nice to see a familiar face in unfamiliar surroundings :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cyclists arrived in Bucharest slightly bewildered by the traffic, but safe and sound. They had just cycled across 7 different countries, starting in June in St. Petersburg. To get a good idea of what they went through check out my dad's blog (linked above).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cycling adventure with them began as we left Bucharest the next day and headed to the Bulgarian border and the Danube. This was going to be my second border crossing by bike this year (the first was in February when I crossed over the Andes from Argentina to Chile!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to try and upload some pictures now and I'll continue the story of Bulgaria and Turkey in the next post!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20043857-115125180948059332?l=mariaelenaprice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariaelenaprice.blogspot.com/feeds/115125180948059332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20043857&amp;postID=115125180948059332' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20043857/posts/default/115125180948059332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20043857/posts/default/115125180948059332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariaelenaprice.blogspot.com/2006/08/where-in-world-am.html' title='Where in the world am !!??'/><author><name>Maria Elena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05077791436369436957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/152/9120/640/DSCN0842.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20043857.post-115451356122545867</id><published>2006-08-02T05:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-02T05:12:41.226-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bulgaria by bike!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2379/1996/640/DSCN1113.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CLEAR: all; FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2379/1996/320/DSCN1113.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Sunflowers - lots of sunflowers in Bulgaria!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was waiting for the cyclists so I could join them after having gone ahead to mark the road for the first 20km. The front crew of the group usually rode with one thing in mind - getting to the end of the day's ride - on this day (the longest day I've ever riden - 145 km) I stayed with them for the first 85 Km, then I decided it was time to stop and smell the flowers . . . and fix my flat :-)&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2379/1996/640/DSCN1114.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CLEAR: all; FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2379/1996/320/DSCN1114.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This part of the ride reminded me of S. Spain, with the trees and arid landscape&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2379/1996/640/DSCN1119.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CLEAR: all; FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2379/1996/320/DSCN1119.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ended this long day in Nessebar, a tiny fishing village (you can see the old town here) that has become a huge Black Sea resort town!&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2379/1996/640/DSCN1120.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CLEAR: all; FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2379/1996/320/DSCN1120.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20043857-115451356122545867?l=mariaelenaprice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariaelenaprice.blogspot.com/feeds/115451356122545867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20043857&amp;postID=115451356122545867' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20043857/posts/default/115451356122545867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20043857/posts/default/115451356122545867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariaelenaprice.blogspot.com/2006/08/bulgaria-by-bike.html' title='Bulgaria by bike!'/><author><name>Maria Elena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05077791436369436957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/152/9120/640/DSCN0842.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20043857.post-115451313348480998</id><published>2006-08-02T04:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-02T05:07:19.226-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bucharest Fotos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2379/1996/640/DSCN1089.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2379/1996/320/DSCN1089.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't figured out how to put captions with pictures soooo - Below you find&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mother with one of the many tiny orthodox churches in Bucharest&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2379/1996/640/DSCN1095.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2379/1996/320/DSCN1095.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every city wants to be like Paris - the Arc de Triumph!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2379/1996/640/DSCN1101.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2379/1996/320/DSCN1101.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ceacescu's Palace - 2nd largest in the world after the Pentagon. This sucked up most of Romania's wealth. As someone asked during our guided tour "how did he pay for this" another person piped up - "with his life"!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The view from the terrace of the Palace. In the  back you can see the Ceacescu's attempt at creating a Civic Center - an area where government was centralized the citizen's lived next to it. He destroyed most of the old town (although some churches still are interspered between the ugle apartment buildings).&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2379/1996/640/DSCN1107.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2379/1996/320/DSCN1107.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" alt="Posted by Picasa" style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20043857-115451313348480998?l=mariaelenaprice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariaelenaprice.blogspot.com/feeds/115451313348480998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20043857&amp;postID=115451313348480998' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20043857/posts/default/115451313348480998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20043857/posts/default/115451313348480998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariaelenaprice.blogspot.com/2006/08/bucharest-fotos.html' title='Bucharest Fotos'/><author><name>Maria Elena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05077791436369436957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/152/9120/640/DSCN0842.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20043857.post-115451409726647271</id><published>2006-07-06T05:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-02T05:43:13.490-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pamplona and Running of the Bulls</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2379/1996/1600/DSCN1060.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2379/1996/320/DSCN1060.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our first dinner was in the private club in the central square - amazing! but in true Spanish fashion we didn't start eating until 10:30ish and finally we were the first table to leave at 12:15 . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2379/1996/640/DSCN1065.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2379/1996/320/DSCN1065.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before the running of the bulls every morning during the festival of the Bulls in pamplona &lt;img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2379/1996/320/DSCN1066.jpg" border="0" /&gt;the crowd gathers and then is pushed behind this line of Police men. They need to clean the 900 meters of the run, which is why they try and clear it 20 minutes before 8:00 (when the bulls are unleashed).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 10 till 8:00 am they open up and anyone who wants to go into the Bull Ring at the end of the course needs to run down there. (no bulls yet)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The great thing about the San Fermines are the Fireworks. I am going to try and upload the video I made of the finale of this particular night. They have companies from all over the world set up the fireworks.&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2379/1996/640/DSCN1075.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2379/1996/320/DSCN1075.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" alt="Posted by Picasa" style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20043857-115451409726647271?l=mariaelenaprice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariaelenaprice.blogspot.com/feeds/115451409726647271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20043857&amp;postID=115451409726647271' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20043857/posts/default/115451409726647271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20043857/posts/default/115451409726647271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariaelenaprice.blogspot.com/2006/07/pamplona-and-running-of-bulls.html' title='Pamplona and Running of the Bulls'/><author><name>Maria Elena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05077791436369436957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/152/9120/640/DSCN0842.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20043857.post-115451491259780411</id><published>2006-07-04T05:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-02T05:35:42.406-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh the people you meet . . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2379/1996/640/Loreto%20y%20Joan%20en%20Portomarin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2379/1996/320/Loreto%20y%20Joan%20en%20Portomarin.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, my summers are also filled with wonderful people. Here you have my oh so fabulous co - workers, Loreto and Joan. Hanging out, "working" after a long day!&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2379/1996/640/dinner%20santa%20marina.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2379/1996/320/dinner%20santa%20marina.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course the people we take across these countries also make the tours what they are! Dinner below and a lunch stop along the way.&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2379/1996/640/lunch%20in%20samos1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2379/1996/320/lunch%20in%20samos1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" alt="Posted by Picasa" style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20043857-115451491259780411?l=mariaelenaprice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariaelenaprice.blogspot.com/feeds/115451491259780411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20043857&amp;postID=115451491259780411' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20043857/posts/default/115451491259780411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20043857/posts/default/115451491259780411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariaelenaprice.blogspot.com/2006/07/oh-people-you-meet.html' title='Oh the people you meet . . .'/><author><name>Maria Elena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05077791436369436957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/152/9120/640/DSCN0842.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20043857.post-115451464046497851</id><published>2006-06-30T05:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-02T05:32:09.100-05:00</updated><title type='text'>One of my favorite tours!</title><content type='html'>The Camino de Santiago tour that begins on the North Eastern corner of Spain and crosses to the North West is still one of my favorites&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2379/1996/640/day%201.1%20spb024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2379/1996/320/day%201.1%20spb024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. It has beautiful roads, great food and fascinating history. Plus, it is one of our only tours that has direction and where there are thousands of other "pilgrim's" walking on the same path or biking on the same road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my favorite churches of all time. St. Maria Eunate - out in Navarra - surrounded by wheat fields! &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2379/1996/640/st.%20maria%20eunate%20panorama.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2379/1996/320/st.%20maria%20eunate%20panorama.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's my bike there in the corner - I really do ride it on these trips!&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2379/1996/640/st.maria%20eunate%20with%20bike.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2379/1996/320/st.maria%20eunate%20with%20bike.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2379/1996/640/day%205%20explus%20logo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2379/1996/320/day%205%20explus%20logo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" alt="Posted by Picasa" style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20043857-115451464046497851?l=mariaelenaprice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariaelenaprice.blogspot.com/feeds/115451464046497851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20043857&amp;postID=115451464046497851' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20043857/posts/default/115451464046497851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20043857/posts/default/115451464046497851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariaelenaprice.blogspot.com/2006/06/one-of-my-favorite-tours.html' title='One of my favorite tours!'/><author><name>Maria Elena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05077791436369436957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/152/9120/640/DSCN0842.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20043857.post-114550427059746380</id><published>2006-04-19T22:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-25T10:42:09.386-05:00</updated><title type='text'>On being original</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2379/1996/1600/M.E."&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2379/1996/320/M.E.%27s%20Swing%20Co-1.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone beat me to it . . . who would have known there was another M.E. out there who loved to swing . . . dance that is!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20043857-114550427059746380?l=mariaelenaprice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariaelenaprice.blogspot.com/feeds/114550427059746380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20043857&amp;postID=114550427059746380' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20043857/posts/default/114550427059746380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20043857/posts/default/114550427059746380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariaelenaprice.blogspot.com/2006/04/on-being-original.html' title='On being original'/><author><name>Maria Elena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05077791436369436957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/152/9120/640/DSCN0842.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20043857.post-114541061509312267</id><published>2006-04-18T20:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-18T20:36:55.120-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Cherry Blossoms in DC</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2379/1996/640/DSCN0929.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CLEAR: all; FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2379/1996/320/DSCN0929.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  Pic Nic in the park!&lt;br /&gt;Laura, Claire and Kate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2379/1996/640/DSCN0930.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CLEAR: all; FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2379/1996/320/DSCN0930.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  The blossoms were so pink that it literally changed the light around the tidal basin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2379/1996/640/DSCN0931.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CLEAR: all; FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2379/1996/320/DSCN0931.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2379/1996/640/DSCN0934.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CLEAR: all; FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2379/1996/320/DSCN0934.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  Yours truly&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20043857-114541061509312267?l=mariaelenaprice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariaelenaprice.blogspot.com/feeds/114541061509312267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20043857&amp;postID=114541061509312267' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20043857/posts/default/114541061509312267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20043857/posts/default/114541061509312267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariaelenaprice.blogspot.com/2006/04/cherry-blossoms-in-dc.html' title='Cherry Blossoms in DC'/><author><name>Maria Elena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05077791436369436957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/152/9120/640/DSCN0842.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20043857.post-114308064740918810</id><published>2006-03-22T21:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-18T20:25:39.206-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Connecting the . . . moments - part 1</title><content type='html'>My adventure in DC is slowly winding down and although I haven't had much time to think about it, a few highlights though do stick out in my head:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Looking for a place to live . . .&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who knew the new language or vocabulary I would have to learn in order to navigate around 'Craigslist' and find a place to live. Here is a quick vocab lesson for anyone looking into houses in DC:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Young Professional:&lt;/em&gt; a person over 21 and under 38 who for an undetermined amount of time is 'gainfully' employed . . . but doesn't necessarily know what it is he or she is doing or why after undergraduate or graduate school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Group House:&lt;/em&gt; where young Professionals live, not to be confused with group home or "insane asylum" - although other similiraties may exist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Happy Hour&lt;/em&gt;: Although the concept wasn't foreign to me, I'll admit I didn't expect it to be the institution and norm that it is here! This is where you can go out and only pay $5 for a drink instead of $9 two hours too late. You have happy hours for anything and everything here - it's great.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20043857-114308064740918810?l=mariaelenaprice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariaelenaprice.blogspot.com/feeds/114308064740918810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20043857&amp;postID=114308064740918810' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20043857/posts/default/114308064740918810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20043857/posts/default/114308064740918810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariaelenaprice.blogspot.com/2006/03/connecting-moments-part-1.html' title='Connecting the . . . moments - part 1'/><author><name>Maria Elena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05077791436369436957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/152/9120/640/DSCN0842.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20043857.post-114099291415691735</id><published>2006-02-26T17:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-26T17:28:34.163-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Torres del Paine, Patagonia Chile - November 2006&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2379/1996/640/M.E.%20a%20Roma.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CLEAR: all; FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2379/1996/320/M.E.%20a%20Roma.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2379/1996/640/M.E.%20y%20Lago%20Nahuel%20Huapi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CLEAR: all; FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2379/1996/320/M.E.%20y%20Lago%20Nahuel%20Huapi.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  Lago Nahuel Huapi,&lt;br /&gt;Argentina - Patagonia&lt;br /&gt;November 2006&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2379/1996/640/Argentina%20and%20Chile%20and%20Chiloe%20115.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CLEAR: all; FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2379/1996/320/Argentina%20and%20Chile%20and%20Chiloe%20115.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  Saltos de Petrohue, Puerto Varas, Chile&lt;br /&gt;November 2006&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2379/1996/640/Argentina%20and%20Chile%20and%20Chiloe%20422.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20043857-114099291415691735?l=mariaelenaprice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariaelenaprice.blogspot.com/feeds/114099291415691735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20043857&amp;postID=114099291415691735' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20043857/posts/default/114099291415691735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20043857/posts/default/114099291415691735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariaelenaprice.blogspot.com/2006/02/torres-del-paine-patagonia-chile.html' title=''/><author><name>Maria Elena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05077791436369436957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/152/9120/640/DSCN0842.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
