<?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-5839179255249226975</id><updated>2012-02-16T04:42:43.881-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Yukoner</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theyukoner.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5839179255249226975/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theyukoner.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>The Yukoner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09344439303998460410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TxDkmRbO_WQ/TwWt2MWlCpI/AAAAAAAAAQc/ZCth_UPm34w/s220/RonWeb2.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>27</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5839179255249226975.post-4358169838170241599</id><published>2012-01-27T17:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-27T17:31:37.510-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Travel Adventures of The Yukoner</title><content type='html'>Hello, again, blog readers;&lt;br /&gt;It has been a wonderful two weeks since I last wrote here. After being rained on in Juneau, snowed on in Haines, and almost frozen in Whitehorse, I decided to go down to the 48th parallel near Vancouver, BC. Abbotsford/Aldergrove was my destination. I decided to visit my children and their families. Surprise, surprise, my daughter-in-law's baby decided to make an appearance, seven weeks early!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bkQHSXlw7iE/TyNFy637P2I/AAAAAAAAAS4/8SJQYhViH18/s1600/100_3001.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="181" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bkQHSXlw7iE/TyNFy637P2I/AAAAAAAAAS4/8SJQYhViH18/s320/100_3001.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Born on January 22nd, 2012, Kaleb Alexander Lang weighed 4 pounds, 1.5 ounces, fully developed and very healthy. Although his mother was discharged from the hospital on January 25th, he was sentenced to stay at the hospital until he has gained enough weight to be legal in a carseat, minimum five pounds. (Maybe they should feed him some McD's burgers and fries...HaHa).&lt;br /&gt;I was also available to attend my 3rd grandson's (Ethan) 11th birthday dinner at his parent's new house. All in all, a fortuitous trip! &lt;br /&gt;While here, I'm also taking advantage of the cost reductions to fix my car up, for it to last a few more kilometers safely. Windshield, tires, headlight lenses, oil change, all in a good cause, safe driving, day or night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mwmddrYVwg8/TyNF1nQiafI/AAAAAAAAATA/c1QTAKIvjBc/s1600/100_3002.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="181" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mwmddrYVwg8/TyNF1nQiafI/AAAAAAAAATA/c1QTAKIvjBc/s320/100_3002.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I wanted to check out what was available in Bellingham and had to go through the Peace Arch Crossing. It took about ten minutes and the agent was polite and let me through without a lot of flack which some are prone to do.&lt;br /&gt;After some late lunch and a quick trip through WalMart, I returned to Abbotsford by the Sumas-Huntingdon Crossing. Today a quick trip to Sumas for gas and lunch, then back home. Gas in Sumas was $3.53 a gallon. What a saving!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1btdtmHCKB8/TyNF3ujd8LI/AAAAAAAAATI/lOG5M_oxIR0/s1600/100_3003.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="180" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1btdtmHCKB8/TyNF3ujd8LI/AAAAAAAAATI/lOG5M_oxIR0/s320/100_3003.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Well, last night, I wanted some Japanese sushi for supper and upon entering the restaurant, I was pleasantly surprised to discover one of the cooks was a friend who used to work at my hotel restaurant. I spent a nice evening conversing with the staff and drinking Sake, one of my favourites. I really look forward to returning there again while I am here.&lt;br /&gt;That's all for now. Watch for the next episode of the travels of the Yukoner!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5839179255249226975-4358169838170241599?l=theyukoner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theyukoner.blogspot.com/feeds/4358169838170241599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theyukoner.blogspot.com/2012/01/hello-again-blog-readers-it-has-been.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5839179255249226975/posts/default/4358169838170241599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5839179255249226975/posts/default/4358169838170241599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theyukoner.blogspot.com/2012/01/hello-again-blog-readers-it-has-been.html' title='Travel Adventures of The Yukoner'/><author><name>The Yukoner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09344439303998460410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TxDkmRbO_WQ/TwWt2MWlCpI/AAAAAAAAAQc/ZCth_UPm34w/s220/RonWeb2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bkQHSXlw7iE/TyNFy637P2I/AAAAAAAAAS4/8SJQYhViH18/s72-c/100_3001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5839179255249226975.post-4937034528334835783</id><published>2012-01-10T06:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-10T06:33:58.258-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Haines &amp; Over the top</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Hello again. I have now arrived in Haines, Alaska, after a three hour delay because the Gyrometer on the ferry was not working and had to be repaired. The trip was uneventful with light following seas and a tail wind to boot. You could see whitecaps out on the water and the ferry had a slight roll but all-in-all, a great trip on the water. After unloading at the Haines Terminal, I headed out to the Chilkoot Park area to see if any of the grizzly bears were still around.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MKubWvwrdRk/Tww_dUIzzKI/AAAAAAAAASI/Ds3VV8LDgtQ/s1600/100_0131.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="181" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MKubWvwrdRk/Tww_dUIzzKI/AAAAAAAAASI/Ds3VV8LDgtQ/s320/100_0131.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;The picture shows the ones in which I was interested. They must have gone into hibernation as none were to be seen. I returned to Haines and found the city had been buried in the snow storm of Friday night when we came through on the ferry. After having supper, I found my camping spot for the night. Saturday morning, after breakfast, I took my leave of Haines and started up the highway back to Canada. I saw many eagles like this one watching for their opportunity to catch breakfast. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QEIna4RAKug/TwxD7rkpixI/AAAAAAAAASU/z8D0nlHQijw/s1600/100_0389.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QEIna4RAKug/TwxD7rkpixI/AAAAAAAAASU/z8D0nlHQijw/s320/100_0389.JPG" width="181" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;There is much competition amongst the visiting eagles for the salmon going up the river to spawn at this time of the year. More than 6000 eagles visit this hunting ground for the feed of fish which is available. From the beginning of November until the end of February, the salmon stock come into the Chilkat River to spawn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-G2NEYvEAsmg/TwxF1iOVcvI/AAAAAAAAASg/mCiwqWPGK8E/s1600/100_0386.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="181" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-G2NEYvEAsmg/TwxF1iOVcvI/AAAAAAAAASg/mCiwqWPGK8E/s320/100_0386.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZSkzxALJK_I/TwxJFu4es9I/AAAAAAAAASo/FyUapXFTsQk/s1600/100_0423.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="180" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZSkzxALJK_I/TwxJFu4es9I/AAAAAAAAASo/FyUapXFTsQk/s320/100_0423.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;This cow moose was trying to hide but there was enough open spaces between the trees to get a good image with my camera. She's very photogenic, isn't she? It's a good thing it wasn't hunting season. Just after I passed the highest part of the highway, I found this cross fox hunting for his breakfast, probably an Arctic Ground Squirrel, which burrows it's way under the snow looking for ripened grass seeds.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;I also had the opportunity to watch a grader/snowblower team clearing some of the snow from the highway as shown in the next photo. A highly efficient method of snow removal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qP_LG_Il1JY/TwxJ9xEp7mI/AAAAAAAAASw/j1mQX3VEmHg/s1600/100_0405.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="180" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qP_LG_Il1JY/TwxJ9xEp7mI/AAAAAAAAASw/j1mQX3VEmHg/s320/100_0405.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;I will be leaving later this week for the rest of my winter trip. Hopefully I will be back about the beginning of February to follow the Yukon Quest 2012.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5839179255249226975-4937034528334835783?l=theyukoner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theyukoner.blogspot.com/feeds/4937034528334835783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theyukoner.blogspot.com/2012/01/haines-over-top.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5839179255249226975/posts/default/4937034528334835783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5839179255249226975/posts/default/4937034528334835783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theyukoner.blogspot.com/2012/01/haines-over-top.html' title='Haines &amp; Over the top'/><author><name>The Yukoner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09344439303998460410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TxDkmRbO_WQ/TwWt2MWlCpI/AAAAAAAAAQc/ZCth_UPm34w/s220/RonWeb2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MKubWvwrdRk/Tww_dUIzzKI/AAAAAAAAASI/Ds3VV8LDgtQ/s72-c/100_0131.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5839179255249226975.post-5196968224103153292</id><published>2012-01-07T19:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-07T20:19:32.673-08:00</updated><title type='text'>First Part of January Journey</title><content type='html'>Whitehorse to Skagway, Skagway to Haines and then to Juneau, six and a half hours of ferry ride in a snowstorm and the pouring rain. The nice part of the trip was from Whitehorse in the early morning with the sunrise coming in over the snowcapped mountains. It was sure pretty seeing the sun hit the tops of the mountains.(Photo included)&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-y44m6g353YA/TwkFYM5wm1I/AAAAAAAAARM/qrtW_5m5KMA/s1600/100_0353.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear:right; float:right; margin-left:1em; margin-bottom:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="181" width="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-y44m6g353YA/TwkFYM5wm1I/AAAAAAAAARM/qrtW_5m5KMA/s320/100_0353.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I took the ferry from Skagway to Juneau, by way of Haines. The view from the ferry was hampered by the snow storm through which we travelled. Haines, Alaska, was lost in the storm as we approached the dock. The crew of the ferry was careful and thorough. The approach was perfectly performed, the landing soft and accurate. Once we had left Haines, the trip moved into the darkness and as we travelled closer to Juneau,the weather warmed and the snow turned to heavy rainfall. &lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dR_l-C9K_2c/TwkHf7IlR9I/AAAAAAAAARY/obvqiWW_Eu8/s1600/100_0358.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear:right; float:right; margin-left:1em; margin-bottom:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="181" width="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dR_l-C9K_2c/TwkHf7IlR9I/AAAAAAAAARY/obvqiWW_Eu8/s320/100_0358.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arriving in Juneau, the rainstorm continued throughout the night and all of Saturday. I managed to take a few photos of the Governor's Mansion during the day and evening from my motel room. It is so hard to find my way around the inner part of the town because the traffic control patterns are very diversionary, little sections disembodied from the other parts of the inner city.&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vgCcpa6shxg/TwkMS4-WeAI/AAAAAAAAARk/UM0CUe9H8HA/s1600/100_0362.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear:left; float:left;margin-right:1em; margin-bottom:1em"&gt; &lt;img border="0" height="320" width="181" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vgCcpa6shxg/TwkMS4-WeAI/AAAAAAAAARk/UM0CUe9H8HA/s320/100_0362.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The shopping center of the inner city has narrow streets and little parking areas, apart from a large parking garage just off the downtown core. &lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BVc8F5rPVcI/TwkPLljm6QI/AAAAAAAAAR8/5wwP9ovuAv8/s1600/100_0363.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear:right; float:right; margin-left:1em; margin-bottom:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="181" width="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BVc8F5rPVcI/TwkPLljm6QI/AAAAAAAAAR8/5wwP9ovuAv8/s320/100_0363.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This will be a long trip through Alaska at a time when most tourists stay home, apart from the hardy tourists who are at home in the snow, cold, and wind. I look forward to seeing Alaska in her hardest time of the year. Much happens in the far north of the 60th parallel that we don't see too much of, skiing, mushing, snowmobilling, and of course, staying warm in front of a blazing fireplace.&lt;br /&gt;This day is coming to a close as bedtime is nearly here. 4am start tomorrow, ferry to Haines, should be a great day!&lt;br /&gt;So long for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5839179255249226975-5196968224103153292?l=theyukoner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theyukoner.blogspot.com/feeds/5196968224103153292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theyukoner.blogspot.com/2012/01/first-part-of-january-journey.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5839179255249226975/posts/default/5196968224103153292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5839179255249226975/posts/default/5196968224103153292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theyukoner.blogspot.com/2012/01/first-part-of-january-journey.html' title='First Part of January Journey'/><author><name>The Yukoner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09344439303998460410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TxDkmRbO_WQ/TwWt2MWlCpI/AAAAAAAAAQc/ZCth_UPm34w/s220/RonWeb2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-y44m6g353YA/TwkFYM5wm1I/AAAAAAAAARM/qrtW_5m5KMA/s72-c/100_0353.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5839179255249226975.post-6777245718793903291</id><published>2012-01-05T05:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-05T05:53:34.273-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Trying Once Again!!</title><content type='html'>Dear folks;&lt;br /&gt;I wrote about my European trip, and then crashed and burned... I stopped writing for no other reason than procrastination. Well, here I am again, apologetic and soulful. I don't promise to not miss a day, to forget to write or be here at all times, but I do promise to do my best...MY BEST...to keep up this blog on a regular basis. No New Years resolutions to set my life by, and then break. &lt;br /&gt;Why is it that we must always make promises to do this, or that, and then we disappoint someone or other when we don't accomplish what we promised. Does that mean we are not trustworthy, or just incapable of living up to our promises, or of other peoples' expectations of us? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-omLCJZDCgfI/TwWmpD7gHCI/AAAAAAAAAP4/EekZBMdGzhw/s1600/100_0229.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="181" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-omLCJZDCgfI/TwWmpD7gHCI/AAAAAAAAAP4/EekZBMdGzhw/s320/100_0229.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;As of January 1st, 2012, I am retired from working for someone else. I won't be like many other people who retire and then travel to their heart's content, but, I will travel about the Yukon and close areas doing my photography of local events, the environment and the animals as they appear. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CtpnEFBlh5g/TwWpeuO2hbI/AAAAAAAAAQE/oiXvwOjtDkg/s1600/100_0065.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CtpnEFBlh5g/TwWpeuO2hbI/AAAAAAAAAQE/oiXvwOjtDkg/s320/100_0065.JPG" width="181" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;As I write this blog tonight, I am thinking about my future endeavours. It's just possible that I may be able to do my photography with enough skill to have people purchase my photographs as souvenirs to support myself with my craft. I love the world around me and it is my goal to portray it with a passion that stands out to other people.&lt;br /&gt;Another of the activities which I will attempt is the challenge of two things, both in the health issues which I have - losing weight and quit smoking.&lt;br /&gt;But this is the New Year! No chicken hatching before it's time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AqpSpUqsjmw/TwWjIX_h9LI/AAAAAAAAAPs/c3ESztLWmXE/s1600/100_0131.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="181" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AqpSpUqsjmw/TwWjIX_h9LI/AAAAAAAAAPs/c3ESztLWmXE/s320/100_0131.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I have included a few photos which have been taken this past year. I won't bore you with any from my European trip, but instead hope to wow! you with some new Yukon and Alaska ones which brought me great pleasure, mainly the animals and views of this beautiful territory. I hope you will be impressed enough to plan a visit to our wonderful part of the continent.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5839179255249226975-6777245718793903291?l=theyukoner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theyukoner.blogspot.com/feeds/6777245718793903291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theyukoner.blogspot.com/2011/12/trying-once-again.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5839179255249226975/posts/default/6777245718793903291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5839179255249226975/posts/default/6777245718793903291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theyukoner.blogspot.com/2011/12/trying-once-again.html' title='Trying Once Again!!'/><author><name>The Yukoner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09344439303998460410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TxDkmRbO_WQ/TwWt2MWlCpI/AAAAAAAAAQc/ZCth_UPm34w/s220/RonWeb2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-omLCJZDCgfI/TwWmpD7gHCI/AAAAAAAAAP4/EekZBMdGzhw/s72-c/100_0229.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5839179255249226975.post-3848483028647824830</id><published>2011-01-25T01:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-26T16:59:21.516-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fairbanks to Home!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fI7dsfDvp-M/TUDBssRCVBI/AAAAAAAAAOU/0qew7kClYVU/s1600/100_2910.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fI7dsfDvp-M/TUDBssRCVBI/AAAAAAAAAOU/0qew7kClYVU/s320/100_2910.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566662112970953746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I should say I am happy to be on my way home at last. Well, I am!!! I arrived in Fairbanks right on time, well, a half hour later than the scheduled time - on time, I guess, as most airlines go.  I waited for my car to arrive, but alas, no ride. Then I had the idea, maybe I should check to see if my car had been delivered. Well, what a pleasant surprize. I found out my keys were waiting to be picked up at the Hertz dealer desk.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fI7dsfDvp-M/TUDBrzSz7iI/AAAAAAAAAOE/3DvgaoTn1hc/s1600/100_2911.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fI7dsfDvp-M/TUDBrzSz7iI/AAAAAAAAAOE/3DvgaoTn1hc/s320/100_2911.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566662097677577762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After finding my car in the parking lot, I drove through the checkout and found a service station to fill my tank and I was on my way home, at last.&lt;br /&gt;After being on the highway for about two hours, I was starting to fall asleep at the wheel. Figuring I could make it to Tok, Alaska, I continued driving. Bad idea...I ended up in a snow bank 22 miles from Tok, necessitating a tow from the toolies.  After signing for a $340 towing bill, I had something to eat at Fast Eddies and continued on my way.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fI7dsfDvp-M/TUDBs05YlfI/AAAAAAAAAOc/3y2Se0e_FO4/s1600/100_2909.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fI7dsfDvp-M/TUDBs05YlfI/AAAAAAAAAOc/3y2Se0e_FO4/s320/100_2909.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566662115287668210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;As the day approached, I was greeted with some amazing vistas of beauty.  The sun rose on some of the prettiest pictures of the true north - trees frosted with snow and ice. The pictures I was able to take are here for all to see.&lt;br /&gt;I made it home with 9 kilometers of gas left in my gastank. I immediately went to bed and over the next 48 hours had 30 hours of sleep.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fI7dsfDvp-M/TUDBsTnKBHI/AAAAAAAAAOM/6zhnHI5dPTs/s1600/100_2908.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fI7dsfDvp-M/TUDBsTnKBHI/AAAAAAAAAOM/6zhnHI5dPTs/s320/100_2908.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566662106352845938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being refreshed by the long sleep, I tackled the piled up mail and communications. As usual, bills to pay and special offers from businesses were all I had to look forward to. Checking my email, a note from the boss to see when I could return to work, which of course, was as soon as possible, to be able to pay for those accrued bills.  All in all, a successful trip!!&lt;br /&gt;Next blog, my impressions of the trip as a whole adventure!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5839179255249226975-3848483028647824830?l=theyukoner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theyukoner.blogspot.com/feeds/3848483028647824830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theyukoner.blogspot.com/2011/01/fairbanks-to-home.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5839179255249226975/posts/default/3848483028647824830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5839179255249226975/posts/default/3848483028647824830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theyukoner.blogspot.com/2011/01/fairbanks-to-home.html' title='Fairbanks to Home!'/><author><name>The Yukoner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09344439303998460410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TxDkmRbO_WQ/TwWt2MWlCpI/AAAAAAAAAQc/ZCth_UPm34w/s220/RonWeb2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fI7dsfDvp-M/TUDBssRCVBI/AAAAAAAAAOU/0qew7kClYVU/s72-c/100_2910.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5839179255249226975.post-4749081921508625439</id><published>2011-01-24T23:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-22T02:06:38.267-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Home again!  What a Joy!!</title><content type='html'>Well, the long and winding road has finally led me to my "Home Sweet Home". It was a long road and it had a few twists and turns, but I have reached my final destination, home.&lt;br /&gt;This has been an expensive trip to see a part of the world that many people, from abroad and locally, have told me about, but all in all, it has been a profitable one in more ways than financially. Financially, it has been a bust, as now I have to pay for the privilege of having travelled around Europe. Socially, it has been a great success. I have made many new friends, and acquaintances, in places I never thought I would ever visit. It was also an eye-opener to see how the world of my preconceptions was nowhere near what I had preconceived. The differences in the cultures of the various countries which I visited, were not as great as I had supposed. People still lived as I do at home.  They shop, they work, and they pay bills, just as I do. &lt;br /&gt;Where I had thought to learn about the differences of a country and its people, I discovered a disproportionate number of "foreigners" in their place. Immigration throughout Europe has increased exponentially, and it is not uncommon to encounter people from an entirely different culture in place of the historically local people.&lt;br /&gt;This was, in a way, difficult for me to assimulate into my thinking. I am used to being one of the "historically local people". It was hard for me to imagine how a prominent culture could be so overwhelmed by other cultures, that the original culture would begin to lose it's local flavour.&lt;br /&gt;When I think of our Canadian culture, I remember that it is an homogenous mixture of many different cultures from around the world. Maybe, because we, as a physical landmass, are further away from the rest of the world, we are not currently experiencing the massive movement of many cultures integrating with our own.  It has been a slow process of change which is not as noticable as it is in Europe. There, the immigration policies of the various countries are more lax than our own. Also, the access to another country is easier for the immigration process.&lt;br /&gt;Here in the Yukon, there is more of an influx of Canadians into the north as more and more jobs become available. "Chechakos", new people who have not spent a winter in the north, have been steadily arriving, finding employment and housing for themselves. Most Canadians can handle the cold of our winters as the climate in the south is sometimes more fierce than we experience in the north.  Snow and windy conditions are what make some people dislike the north, but those who enjoy winter sports, in particular, snowmobiling and dog sledding, take to the north, like a seal to water.&lt;br /&gt;The main thing is, I'm home again! Back to my mountains, wild animals by the roadside, creeks, lakes, and rivers to fish in, any number of places to visit and camp at. Sunsets and sunrises, nighttime aurora borealis to watch and photograph, friends to share with - all the things that make this my home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5839179255249226975-4749081921508625439?l=theyukoner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theyukoner.blogspot.com/feeds/4749081921508625439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theyukoner.blogspot.com/2011/01/home-again-what-joy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5839179255249226975/posts/default/4749081921508625439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5839179255249226975/posts/default/4749081921508625439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theyukoner.blogspot.com/2011/01/home-again-what-joy.html' title='Home again!  What a Joy!!'/><author><name>The Yukoner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09344439303998460410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TxDkmRbO_WQ/TwWt2MWlCpI/AAAAAAAAAQc/ZCth_UPm34w/s220/RonWeb2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5839179255249226975.post-8545469047957249299</id><published>2011-01-17T02:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-17T03:37:53.785-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Seattle...homeward bound!</title><content type='html'>I would say that this is my last posting on this trip but, actually, there will be a few more yet. I am sitting here in the Seatac airport in Seattle, Washington. It is 2:45 in the morning and the place is beginning to come alive, slowly, of course, but, surely. The night janitors are doing their thing, dusting, sweeping and washing the floors, and not forgetting, the cleaning of the washrooms, a never-ending job at the best of times. The armed security guards are making their rounds and being very unobtrusive, considering the responsabilities of their position. Some of the coffee and snack vendors are doing their early morning prep to be ready for the avalanche of people who will descend on their booths looking for their morning coffee and donut before flying off to unknown destinations.&lt;br /&gt;I won't be leaving the airport until 21:00 hours tonight. I will be able to observe the hustle and bustle of humanity as it flows through the doors and passageways of the airport.  I have had the opportunity to observe this anthill of activity in several places on this voyage of mine, airports, bus terminals, train stations and on the streets of many cities as I pass through the rush of humanity going about their everyday activities. I am constantly amazed at the complexity, yet simplicity of this dance of life.&lt;br /&gt;My mind has been working constantly while on this trip, especially on how, no matter where I have been, the life and lives around me doesn't change. There are the complexities of human relationships which, as a whole, we, as humans on this planet, need to observe in order that there is order. Perhaps, my observations won't make any sense to the readers of this column, but, I guess, they are after all, only my observations. People are the same everywhere I have been. They move around the streets, shopping for their everyday food, and other necessities. &lt;br /&gt;They travel to work and to do business, on busses, subways, taxis, trains, commuter trains, bicycles, scooters and motorcycles and, especially on foot. It's no wonder that the average European is in such good physical condition. They drink expresso coffee (a serious jolt of caffeine) and have a sweet pastry or croissant for breakfast. Many will have a quick bun with cheese and meat for lunch, and then eat a healthy supper to end the day. Many drink a beer for lunch, or two, and yet, while travelling around Europe, I didn't see anyone who was drunk. There is a responsibility to those people which is unnoticed in the normal observation of the population. I wasn't looking for the inebriation of the populace as a conscious observation, but when I thought about it for a bit, I realized that I hadn't seen the typical drunkeness which we sometimes observe in our own society. Granted, I wasn't paying any particular attention to the drinkers, but still, as a whole, the population seems to know when to quit!&lt;br /&gt;I'm beginning to ramble here, so I shall close this blog for now and I will resume when I get settled back at home.  Whitehorse...here I come.&lt;br /&gt;To my spanish and french friends who are following this blog, I'm sorry that I am not publishing today as I don't know how this would translate into another language with the translator. A la manana, et a bientot!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5839179255249226975-8545469047957249299?l=theyukoner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theyukoner.blogspot.com/feeds/8545469047957249299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theyukoner.blogspot.com/2011/01/seattlehomeward-bound.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5839179255249226975/posts/default/8545469047957249299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5839179255249226975/posts/default/8545469047957249299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theyukoner.blogspot.com/2011/01/seattlehomeward-bound.html' title='Seattle...homeward bound!'/><author><name>The Yukoner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09344439303998460410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TxDkmRbO_WQ/TwWt2MWlCpI/AAAAAAAAAQc/ZCth_UPm34w/s220/RonWeb2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5839179255249226975.post-2099296594995519365</id><published>2011-01-14T05:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-14T05:43:43.077-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lisboa at last!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fI7dsfDvp-M/TTBLlBQdC9I/AAAAAAAAANk/6tQnANmVSVE/s1600/100_2861.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fI7dsfDvp-M/TTBLlBQdC9I/AAAAAAAAANk/6tQnANmVSVE/s320/100_2861.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562028639167253458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Well folks, my adventure is drawing to a close. I am finally in Lisbon, Portugal. This is my final European destination and guess what! The fog is so thick, I can barely see across the parking lot at the airport.&lt;br /&gt;Bueno amigos, mi aventura está llegando a su fin. Finalmente estoy en Lisboa, Portugal. Este es mi destino final europea y ¿adivinen qué! La niebla es tan espesa, que apenas puede ver a través del estacionamiento en el aeropuerto.&lt;br /&gt;Eh bien les gens, mon aventure tire à sa fin. Je suis enfin à Lisbonne, Portugal. Ceci est ma destination finale européenne et devinez quoi! Le brouillard est si épais, que je peux à peine voir à travers le parc de stationnement à l'aéroport. &lt;br /&gt;I managed to take a few photographs when I first arrived at the Sante Apolonia train station.  By the time I had taken the city bus to the airport, the fog had rolled in off the sea and nothing was to be seen. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fI7dsfDvp-M/TTBLlYDhWRI/AAAAAAAAAN0/0Ltf6djrqfM/s1600/100_2872.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fI7dsfDvp-M/TTBLlYDhWRI/AAAAAAAAAN0/0Ltf6djrqfM/s320/100_2872.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562028645287024914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me las arreglé para tomar algunas fotografías cuando llegué por primera vez en la estación de tren de Santa Apolonia. En el momento en que había tomado el autobús de la ciudad al aeropuerto, la niebla se había rodado desde el mar y nada se veía.&lt;br /&gt;J'ai réussi à prendre quelques photos quand je suis arrivé à la station de train Sante Apolonia. Au moment où j'avais pris le bus de la ville à l'aéroport, le brouillard s'est roulé dans de la mer et rien ne devait être vu.&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, I took a few shots around the airport, but unfortunately, they are not your NORMAL tourist photographs. I have a penchent for looking for the unusual as you can see by the birds on the lamppost. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fI7dsfDvp-M/TTBLlcFoanI/AAAAAAAAANs/ODPYzDoJ1nM/s1600/100_2863.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fI7dsfDvp-M/TTBLlcFoanI/AAAAAAAAANs/ODPYzDoJ1nM/s320/100_2863.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562028646369618546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ayer, tomé algunas fotos de todo el aeropuerto, pero por desgracia, no son sus fotografías turísticas NORMAL. Tengo un penchent para buscar lo inusual como se puede ver por las aves en el poste de luz.&lt;br /&gt;Hier, j'ai pris quelques coups de feu autour de l'aéroport, mais malheureusement, ils ne sont pas vos photos touristiques NORMAL. J'ai un penchent pour la recherche de l'insolite comme vous pouvez le voir par les oiseaux sur le lampadaire.&lt;br /&gt;Last evening, I was outside and realized the taxis here, are almost as prolific as they were at the Madrid, Chamartin Train Station. In the thick fog, the lineup of waiting taxicabs makes it's ghostly appearance.  I will post this blog today and hopefully I'll have something to say before I leave Europe for the long flight home on Sunday morning, with maybe some photos too. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fI7dsfDvp-M/TTBLlpsLshI/AAAAAAAAAN8/zZKULGw5DLU/s1600/100_2873.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fI7dsfDvp-M/TTBLlpsLshI/AAAAAAAAAN8/zZKULGw5DLU/s320/100_2873.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562028650020975122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ayer por la tarde, yo estaba afuera y se dio cuenta de los taxis aquí son casi tan prolífico como lo fueron en la Comunidad de Madrid, la estación de Chamartín. En la espesa niebla, el cartel de espera de taxis hace que su apariencia fantasmal. Voy a publicar este blog hoy y espero tener algo que decir antes de salir de Europa para el vuelo de regreso a largo en la mañana del domingo, tal vez con algunas fotos también.&lt;br /&gt;Hier soir, j'étais à l'extérieur et réalisé les taxis ici, sont presque aussi prolifique comme ils étaient à l'Arrangement de Madrid, la gare de Chamartin. Dans l'épais brouillard, la programmation d'attente des taxis fait son apparition fantomatique. Je vais poster ce blog aujourd'hui et j'espère que je vais avoir quelque chose à dire avant que je quitte l'Europe pour le vol de longue le dimanche matin, avec peut-être quelques photos aussi.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5839179255249226975-2099296594995519365?l=theyukoner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theyukoner.blogspot.com/feeds/2099296594995519365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theyukoner.blogspot.com/2011/01/lisboa-at-last.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5839179255249226975/posts/default/2099296594995519365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5839179255249226975/posts/default/2099296594995519365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theyukoner.blogspot.com/2011/01/lisboa-at-last.html' title='Lisboa at last!'/><author><name>The Yukoner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09344439303998460410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TxDkmRbO_WQ/TwWt2MWlCpI/AAAAAAAAAQc/ZCth_UPm34w/s220/RonWeb2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fI7dsfDvp-M/TTBLlBQdC9I/AAAAAAAAANk/6tQnANmVSVE/s72-c/100_2861.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5839179255249226975.post-3023777427647618366</id><published>2011-01-11T04:04:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-11T05:46:17.849-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Madrid, Spain</title><content type='html'>Finally, I am catching up in my blogging. As I have said in previous blogs, my computer has been refusing to connect to the internet at some of my stops. I am now able to catch up to my present location, Madrid, Spain.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fI7dsfDvp-M/TSxRvBWfuwI/AAAAAAAAAM0/KE3Wn47aVjA/s1600/100_2738.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fI7dsfDvp-M/TSxRvBWfuwI/AAAAAAAAAM0/KE3Wn47aVjA/s320/100_2738.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560909508154211074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por último, estoy poniendo al día en mi blog. Como ya he dicho en blogs  anteriores, mi ordenador se ha negado a conectarse a la Internet en  algunos de mis paradas. Ahora soy capaz de ponerse al día a mi ubicación  actual, Madrid, España.&lt;br /&gt;Enfin, je suis rattrapage dans mon blog. Comme je l'ai dit dans les  blogs précédents, mon ordinateur a été de refuser de se connecter à  l'internet à certains de mes arrêts. Je suis maintenant en mesure de  rattraper mon emplacement actuel, Madrid, Espagne.&lt;br /&gt;The train on which I arrived in Madrid was one of the high speed trains. In the photo, we are travelling at 267 kilometers per hour. I was unable to get a clear photo of when we were travelling at 300 kph. The close landscape was just a blur, while the distant landscape was passing rapidly. We even had an american movie to watch, although it was in spanish (no english subtitles).&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fI7dsfDvp-M/TSxRvQqhPNI/AAAAAAAAAM8/CT4pm6zDmio/s1600/100_2818.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fI7dsfDvp-M/TSxRvQqhPNI/AAAAAAAAAM8/CT4pm6zDmio/s320/100_2818.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560909512264727762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fI7dsfDvp-M/TSxRvk1PKqI/AAAAAAAAANE/H0NlaYBDGRg/s1600/100_2814.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fI7dsfDvp-M/TSxRvk1PKqI/AAAAAAAAANE/H0NlaYBDGRg/s320/100_2814.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560909517678389922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fI7dsfDvp-M/TSxJhZ5KARI/AAAAAAAAAMs/hdYBWj7Q5MQ/s1600/100_2826.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fI7dsfDvp-M/TSxJhZ5KARI/AAAAAAAAAMs/hdYBWj7Q5MQ/s320/100_2826.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560900478130848018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fI7dsfDvp-M/TSxJhM8fcDI/AAAAAAAAAMk/xZ_MdDfaPn8/s1600/100_2821.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fI7dsfDvp-M/TSxJhM8fcDI/AAAAAAAAAMk/xZ_MdDfaPn8/s320/100_2821.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560900474655174706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El tren en el que llegué a Madrid fue uno de los trenes de alta velocidad. En la foto, estamos viajando a 267 kilómetros por hora. No he podido conseguir una foto clara de cuando estábamos viajando a 300 kilómetros por hora. El paisaje cercano estaba a sólo una falta de definición, mientras que el paisaje lejano que pasaba rápidamente. Incluso teníamos una película americana de ver, a pesar de que estaba en español (sin subtítulos en Inglés).&lt;br /&gt;Le train dans lequel je suis arrivé à Madrid a été l'un des trains à grande vitesse. Sur la photo, nous nous déplaçons à 267 kilomètres par heure. Je n'ai pas pu obtenir une photo claire du moment où nous nous déplacions à 300 km / h. Le paysage proche était juste un flou, alors que le paysage lointain passait rapidement. Nous avons même eu un film américain de regarder, même si elle a été en espagnol (pas de sous-titres anglais).&lt;br /&gt;As I walked out of the Atocha train station, these two gigantic baby sculptures were there to greet the passersby.&lt;br /&gt;Mientras salía de la estación de trenes de Atocha, estas dos gigantescas esculturas bebé estaban allí para saludar a los transeúntes.&lt;br /&gt;Comme je l'ai sorti de la gare d'Atocha, ces deux sculptures gigantesques bébé étaient là pour saluer les passants.&lt;br /&gt;The city as a whole is very large and spread out for a long distance. Tall, grandiose skyscrapers are at a premium here. The six buildings in the two photos included are the tallest in the city, from what I have seen.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fI7dsfDvp-M/TSxclPggBsI/AAAAAAAAANM/5TYiwp6LJyU/s1600/100_2750.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fI7dsfDvp-M/TSxclPggBsI/AAAAAAAAANM/5TYiwp6LJyU/s320/100_2750.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560921434783483586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fI7dsfDvp-M/TSxclq7sA_I/AAAAAAAAANU/XkJt2kmwbho/s1600/100_2765.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fI7dsfDvp-M/TSxclq7sA_I/AAAAAAAAANU/XkJt2kmwbho/s320/100_2765.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560921442145272818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La ciudad en su conjunto es muy grande y se extienden por una distancia larga. De altura, los rascacielos son grandiosos en un premio aquí. Los seis edificios en las dos fotos se incluyen los más altos de la ciudad, por lo que he visto.&lt;br /&gt;La ville dans son ensemble est très large et étalée sur une longue distance. Tall, gratte-ciel grandioses sont à une prime ici. Les six immeubles dans les deux photos incluses sont les plus hautes de la ville, de ce que j'ai vu.&lt;br /&gt;The evening I arrived in Madrid, there was a huge parade, to celebrate "Cabalgata de los Reyes Magos". This is translated as the Cavalcade of the Magi to celebrate the arrival of the Magi at the birthplace of Jesus, on January 5th. There were over 100,000 people lining the street for the parade which was concluded with a concert on one of the busiest thoroughfares in Madrid.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fI7dsfDvp-M/TSxcl716juI/AAAAAAAAANc/W5aG1M5PG7w/s1600/100_2786.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fI7dsfDvp-M/TSxcl716juI/AAAAAAAAANc/W5aG1M5PG7w/s320/100_2786.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560921446684462818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La noche que llegué a Madrid, hubo un gran desfile, para celebrar la "Cabalgata de los Reyes Magos". Esto es para celebrar la llegada de los Reyes Magos en el lugar de nacimiento de Jesús, el 5 de enero. Hubo más de 100.000 personas que bordean la calle para el desfile que se celebró con un concierto en una de las más concurridas calles de Madrid.Le soir de mon arrivée à Madrid, il y avait un grand défilé, pour célébrer "Cabalgata de los Reyes Magos". Cela se traduit comme la Cavalcade des Rois Mages pour célébrer l'arrivée des mages à la ville natale de Jésus, le 5 Janvier. Il y avait plus de 100.000 personnes qui bordent la rue pour le défilé qui a été conclu avec un concert sur l'une des artères les plus fréquentées de Madrid.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5839179255249226975-3023777427647618366?l=theyukoner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theyukoner.blogspot.com/feeds/3023777427647618366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theyukoner.blogspot.com/2011/01/madrid-spain_11.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5839179255249226975/posts/default/3023777427647618366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5839179255249226975/posts/default/3023777427647618366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theyukoner.blogspot.com/2011/01/madrid-spain_11.html' title='Madrid, Spain'/><author><name>The Yukoner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09344439303998460410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TxDkmRbO_WQ/TwWt2MWlCpI/AAAAAAAAAQc/ZCth_UPm34w/s220/RonWeb2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fI7dsfDvp-M/TSxRvBWfuwI/AAAAAAAAAM0/KE3Wn47aVjA/s72-c/100_2738.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5839179255249226975.post-6852183318596240695</id><published>2011-01-11T01:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-11T04:02:35.073-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Barcelona, Spain</title><content type='html'>Hi! again folks. It has been a while since last heard from, I know. After getting my internet to work again, I was unable to connect anywhere. Now I can write about my time there.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fI7dsfDvp-M/TSwmnJxe-dI/AAAAAAAAAME/39-bAwxqwek/s1600/100_2672.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fI7dsfDvp-M/TSwmnJxe-dI/AAAAAAAAAME/39-bAwxqwek/s320/100_2672.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560862093975943634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hola! más gente. Ha sido un tiempo desde la última vez que supe de, lo sé. Después de conseguir mi internet a trabajar de nuevo, no fui capaz de conectarse en cualquier lugar. Ahora puedo escribir sobre mi estancia allí.&lt;br /&gt;Salut! à nouveau les gens. Il a été un moment depuis la dernière entendu, je sais. Après avoir obtenu mon internet de travailler à nouveau, j'ai été incapable de communiquer n'importe où. Maintenant, je peux écrire sur mon temps là-bas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was fortunate to find a small hostel style accommodation right across the street from the rail station. The price was right and the bed was comfortable. The internet access was there, but for some reason, my computer wouldn't connect. When I finally found out the problem, I was on my way to Madrid.&lt;br /&gt;Tuve la suerte de encontrar un estilo pequeñas albergue un alojamiento a través de la calle de la estación de ferrocarril. El precio estaba bien y la cama era cómoda.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fI7dsfDvp-M/TSwmm3_nunI/AAAAAAAAAL8/vmwwE5ts_ck/s1600/100_2654.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fI7dsfDvp-M/TSwmm3_nunI/AAAAAAAAAL8/vmwwE5ts_ck/s320/100_2654.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560862089203399282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; El acceso a Internet estaba allí, pero por alguna razón, mi ordenador no se conectan. Cuando por fin encontré el problema, yo estaba en mi camino a Madrid.&lt;br /&gt;J'ai eu la chance de trouver une petite auberge de style droit d'hébergement à travers la rue de la gare ferroviaire. Le prix était bon et le lit était confortable. L'accès Internet était là, mais pour une raison quelconque, mon ordinateur ne serait pas communiquer. Quand j'ai finalement trouvé le problème, je me rendais à Madrid.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fI7dsfDvp-M/TSwmmshLlNI/AAAAAAAAAL0/llI5FDNzwc8/s1600/100_2657.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fI7dsfDvp-M/TSwmmshLlNI/AAAAAAAAAL0/llI5FDNzwc8/s320/100_2657.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560862086122935506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a great time in Barcelona. I walked everywhere. I walked down what looked like alleyways, but in reality were small streets with many small shops with every kind of thing you could possibly want to buy. I found market places with fruit and vegetables, meats - cooked and raw, (some very strange meats too), Candies (called bonbons here), and pastries and cakes. One shop even only had peppers, almost every variety of which you could think.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fI7dsfDvp-M/TSwmnk9UMMI/AAAAAAAAAMM/-n9tVUODANs/s1600/100_2696.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fI7dsfDvp-M/TSwmnk9UMMI/AAAAAAAAAMM/-n9tVUODANs/s320/100_2696.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560862101273325762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuve un gran tiempo en Barcelona. Caminé por todas partes. Caminé por lo que parecía callejones, pero en realidad eran pequeñas calles, con muchas pequeñas tiendas con todo tipo de cosa que usted pueda desear comprar. He encontrado plazas de mercado de frutas y verduras, carnes - cocidas y crudas, (algunas carnes muy extraño también), Golosinas (bombones) llamado, y los pasteles y tortas. Una tienda aunque sólo tenía pimientos, casi todas las variedades de las cuales usted podría pensar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J'ai eu un grand temps à Barcelone. Je marchais partout. Je marchais sur ce qui ressemblait ruelles, mais en réalité, étaient des petites rues avec de nombreux petits commerces de toutes sortes de chose que vous pourriez peut-être voulez acheter. J'ai trouvé des places de marché avec des fruits et légumes, viandes - cuits et crus, (certaines viandes très étrange aussi), bonbons (bonbons appelle ici), et des pâtisseries et des gâteaux. Un atelier de même que les poivrons ont, presque toutes les variétés dont vous pourriez penser.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fI7dsfDvp-M/TSwmntfgBDI/AAAAAAAAAMU/Un-501K_j48/s1600/100_2709.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fI7dsfDvp-M/TSwmntfgBDI/AAAAAAAAAMU/Un-501K_j48/s320/100_2709.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560862103564190770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walked so far one day, that I was able to go to the Sugrada Familia, a church which is still in the process of being built. The church is festooned with sculptures of various scenes from the bible. The stained glass windows are amazing, a sample of which I was only able to see from the outside at night. A photo of this is in facebook photos for Madrid.&lt;br /&gt;Tuve un gran tiempo en Barcelona. Caminé por todas partes. Caminé por lo que parecía callejones, pero en realidad eran pequeñas calles, con muchas pequeñas tiendas con todo tipo de cosa que usted pueda desear comprar. He encontrado plazas de mercado de frutas y verduras, carnes - cocidas y crudas, (algunas carnes muy extraño también), Golosinas (bombones) llamado, y los pasteles y tortas. Una tienda aunque sólo tenía pimientos, casi todas las variedades de las cuales usted podría pensar. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fI7dsfDvp-M/TSw5IyH1FFI/AAAAAAAAAMc/mjssx9pp2ZY/s1600/100_2725.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fI7dsfDvp-M/TSw5IyH1FFI/AAAAAAAAAMc/mjssx9pp2ZY/s320/100_2725.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560882462952068178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J'ai eu un grand temps à Barcelone. Je marchais partout. Je marchais sur ce qui ressemblait ruelles, mais en réalité, étaient des petites rues avec de nombreux petits commerces de toutes sortes de chose que vous pourriez peut-être voulez acheter. J'ai trouvé des places de marché avec des fruits et légumes, viandes - cuits et crus, (certaines viandes très étrange aussi), bonbons (bonbons appelle ici), et des pâtisseries et des gâteaux. Un atelier de même que les poivrons ont, presque toutes les variétés dont vous pourriez penser.&lt;br /&gt;When I was returning to the hotel, I was also able to photograph the building in which is housed the Water Authority for Barcelona. This building changes colour all night and is a major nighttime attraction.&lt;br /&gt;Cuando regresaba al hotel, tuve la oportunidad de fotografiar el edificio en el que se encuentra la Autoridad del Agua para Barcelona. Este edificio cambia de color toda la noche y la noche es una atracción importante.&lt;br /&gt;Lorsque je rentrais à l'hôtel, j'ai également pu photographier le bâtiment dans lequel est logé l'Autorité de l'eau pour Barcelone. Ce bâtiment change de couleur toute la nuit et la nuit est une attraction majeure.&lt;br /&gt;While I was in Barcelona, there was a partial solar eclipse which occurred. I was fortunate enough to be able to see part of it through the clouds. I have included a photo which just barely shows the eclipse.&lt;br /&gt;Mientras yo estaba en Barcelona, hubo un eclipse solar parcial que se produjo. Yo tuve la suerte de poder ver parte de ella a través de las nubes. He incluido una foto que apenas muestra el eclipse.&lt;br /&gt;Pendant que j'étais à Barcelone, il y avait une éclipse solaire partielle qui a eu lieu. J'ai eu la chance d'être en mesure de voir une partie de celui-ci à travers les nuages. J'ai inclus une photo qui montre à peine de l'éclipse.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5839179255249226975-6852183318596240695?l=theyukoner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theyukoner.blogspot.com/feeds/6852183318596240695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theyukoner.blogspot.com/2011/01/barcelona-spain.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5839179255249226975/posts/default/6852183318596240695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5839179255249226975/posts/default/6852183318596240695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theyukoner.blogspot.com/2011/01/barcelona-spain.html' title='Barcelona, Spain'/><author><name>The Yukoner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09344439303998460410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TxDkmRbO_WQ/TwWt2MWlCpI/AAAAAAAAAQc/ZCth_UPm34w/s220/RonWeb2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fI7dsfDvp-M/TSwmnJxe-dI/AAAAAAAAAME/39-bAwxqwek/s72-c/100_2672.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5839179255249226975.post-4272287226101818757</id><published>2011-01-04T10:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-04T11:18:37.420-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Paris, The City of Lights.</title><content type='html'>Hi, folks.  It's good to be back online.  Discovered a connection was deleted and had to be turned back on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fI7dsfDvp-M/TSNq9-9B4oI/AAAAAAAAALc/xZcbTIrzC7M/s1600/100_2329.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fI7dsfDvp-M/TSNq9-9B4oI/AAAAAAAAALc/xZcbTIrzC7M/s320/100_2329.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558403978208862850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hola, amigos. Es bueno estar de vuelta en línea. Descubierta una conexión se ha eliminado y tuvo que ser encendida de nuevo.&lt;br /&gt;Salut, les gars. Il est bon d'être de retour en ligne. Découverte d'une connexion a été supprimé et a dû être remis en marche.&lt;br /&gt;What can be said about Paris that hasn't yet been said?  Not much! I came to know my way around Paris by some trial and much error, but I did get some of what I wanted to do, done.  I took photos of the Arc de Triomph, the Eiffel Tower, The Louvres, Sacre Coeur Cathedral, the Champ d'Elysees and some photos of Paris in general. The Eiffel Tower was easy to see from many places in Paris, if you could see through the low cloud cover or the fog over the city.&lt;br /&gt;¿Qué puede decirse de París que aún no se ha dicho? No mucho! Conocí a mi manera alrededor de París por un error de prueba y mucho, pero conseguí algo de lo que quería hacer, hacer. Tomé fotos del Arco de Triunfo, la Torre Eiffel, el Museo del Louvre, la Catedral del Sagrado Corazón, Champ d'Campos y algunas fotos de París en general. La Torre Eiffel fue fácil de ver desde muchos lugares de París, si se podía ver a través de la cubierta de nubes bajas y la niebla sobre la ciudad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fI7dsfDvp-M/TSNqJDhtk5I/AAAAAAAAALU/tOBvHTl5EgQ/s1600/100_2517.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fI7dsfDvp-M/TSNqJDhtk5I/AAAAAAAAALU/tOBvHTl5EgQ/s320/100_2517.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558403068903396242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que peut-on dire que Paris n'a pas encore été dit? Pas grand-chose! J'ai appris à connaître ma façon autour de Paris par une erreur de première instance et bien, mais j'ai eu une partie de ce que je voulais faire, c'est fait. J'ai pris des photos de l'Arc de Triomphe, la Tour Eiffel, Le Louvre, la cathédrale du Sacré-Cœur, le Champ d'Elysées et quelques photos de Paris en général. La Tour Eiffel était facile de voir de nombreux endroits à Paris, si vous pouviez voir à travers la couverture nuageuse ou de la brume sur la ville.&lt;br /&gt;One of the things which interested me here, and for that matter, in most of the cities I have visited, was the lose of culture, native to each country and city. &lt;br /&gt;There is a diversification to all the cities which was there before but not that noticeable. Today, where before, there was a french restaurant on every corner, there is now a restaurant of a different culture or ethnic background. In my pursuit of italian food in Rome, german food in Hamburg, french food in France, I found it difficult to locate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fI7dsfDvp-M/TSNrbCn256I/AAAAAAAAALk/RYbZaA6ijSk/s1600/100_2521.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fI7dsfDvp-M/TSNrbCn256I/AAAAAAAAALk/RYbZaA6ijSk/s320/100_2521.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558404477410011042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Una de las cosas que me interesa aquí, y para el caso, en la mayoría de las ciudades que he visitado, se pierden de la cultura originaria de cada país y la ciudad.&lt;br /&gt; Hay una diversificación de todas las ciudades que estaba allí antes, pero no que notable. Hoy en día, cuando antes, había un restaurante francés en cada esquina, hay ahora un restaurante de una cultura diferente o el origen étnico. En mi búsqueda de comida italiana en Roma, comida alemana en Hamburgo, la comida de francés en Francia, me resultaba difícil de localizar.&lt;br /&gt;Une des choses qui m'a intéressé ici, et d'ailleurs, dans la plupart des villes que j'ai visitées, était le perdre de la culture, originaire de chaque pays et la ville.&lt;br /&gt; Il ya une diversification à l'ensemble des villes qui était là avant, mais ne remarque pas. Aujourd'hui, alors qu'auparavant, il y avait un restaurant français à chaque coin, il ya maintenant un restaurant d'une autre culture ou d'origine ethnique. Dans ma quête de la cuisine italienne à Rome, de la nourriture allemande à Hambourg, cuisine française en France, j'ai trouvé ça difficile à localiser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fI7dsfDvp-M/TSNxhsghQdI/AAAAAAAAALs/3J4SMTgKmAc/s1600/100_2481.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fI7dsfDvp-M/TSNxhsghQdI/AAAAAAAAALs/3J4SMTgKmAc/s320/100_2481.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558411188802503122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope everyone has been checking out the blog.  Please leave comments to let me know you were here. I really like the feedback, good or bad...helps me to make this blog better. The next blog will be about Barcelona, Spain, so stay tuned!!&lt;br /&gt;Espero que todo el mundo ha estado revisando el blog. Por favor, dejar comentarios para hacerme saber que estás aquí. Me gusta mucho los comentarios, bueno o malo ... me ayuda a hacer este blog mejor. El próximo blog será sobre Barcelona, España, así que estad atentos!&lt;br /&gt;J'espère que tout le monde a été consultant le blog. S'il vous plaît laisser des commentaires pour me faire savoir que vous étiez ici. J'aime bien les commentaires, bons ou mauvais ... m'aide à faire de ce blog mieux. Le prochain blog sera sur Barcelone, en Espagne, alors restez branchés!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5839179255249226975-4272287226101818757?l=theyukoner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theyukoner.blogspot.com/feeds/4272287226101818757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theyukoner.blogspot.com/2011/01/paris-city-of-lights.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5839179255249226975/posts/default/4272287226101818757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5839179255249226975/posts/default/4272287226101818757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theyukoner.blogspot.com/2011/01/paris-city-of-lights.html' title='Paris, The City of Lights.'/><author><name>The Yukoner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09344439303998460410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TxDkmRbO_WQ/TwWt2MWlCpI/AAAAAAAAAQc/ZCth_UPm34w/s220/RonWeb2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fI7dsfDvp-M/TSNq9-9B4oI/AAAAAAAAALc/xZcbTIrzC7M/s72-c/100_2329.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5839179255249226975.post-1156968071723949855</id><published>2010-12-28T07:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-28T09:25:32.557-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chartres and friends visited.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fI7dsfDvp-M/TRoBwZcagTI/AAAAAAAAAK0/qcJtFu_auDc/s1600/100_2276.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fI7dsfDvp-M/TRoBwZcagTI/AAAAAAAAAK0/qcJtFu_auDc/s320/100_2276.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555755021290340658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I arrived in Chartres to visit my friends whom I met in Whitehorse during the summer of 2010, while they were visiting a Yukon friend. I was met at the train station and after a quick visit to their home to leave my baggage, I was whisked away to visit Chartres while there was dry weather, albeit, a very cloudy and cold day. I was taken to the Chartres Cathedral, a church which was built in the eleventh century.  The spires rising above the city can be seen from 20 or more miles away in any direction, weather permitting, of course, as the church is built on the only hill for many miles around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fI7dsfDvp-M/TRoBvrQ0YfI/AAAAAAAAAKk/xw3WIgc6j4I/s1600/100_2302.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fI7dsfDvp-M/TRoBvrQ0YfI/AAAAAAAAAKk/xw3WIgc6j4I/s320/100_2302.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555755008893673970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Llegué a Chartres para visitar a mis amigos que conocí en Whitehorse durante el verano de 2010, mientras estaban visitando a un amigo Yukón. Me encontré en la estación de tren y después de una rápida visita a su casa para dejar mi equipaje, que fue llevado a visitar Chartres, mientras que hubo un tiempo seco, aunque, un día muy nublado y frío. Me llevaron a la catedral de Chartres, una iglesia que fue construida en el siglo XI. Las torres elevarse por encima de la ciudad se puede ver en 20 o más millas de distancia en cualquier dirección, el tiempo lo permite, por supuesto, como la iglesia está construida sobre la colina sólo para muchas millas alrededor.&lt;br /&gt;Je suis arrivé à Chartres pour visiter mes amis que j'ai rencontré à Whitehorse au cours de l'été 2010, alors qu'ils rendaient visite à un ami Yukon. J'ai été accueilli à la gare et après une rapide visite à leur famille, de quitter mes bagages, j'ai été emportée à visiter Chartres tandis que le temps était sec, mais, un jour très nuageux et froid. On m'a emmenée à la Cathédrale de Chartres, une église qui fut construite au XIe siècle. Les flèches s'élevant au-dessus de la ville peut être vu à partir de 20 miles ou plus loin dans n'importe quelle direction, le temps le permet, bien sûr, que l'église est construite sur la colline que pour de nombreux miles autour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fI7dsfDvp-M/TRoBvz7MUOI/AAAAAAAAAKs/P06Z4-B4NLY/s1600/100_2247.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fI7dsfDvp-M/TRoBvz7MUOI/AAAAAAAAAKs/P06Z4-B4NLY/s320/100_2247.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555755011218886882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A personal tour by my own "officianado" in the form of Aline, one of my friends here in Chartres, gave me insight into this very ancient and beautiful building.  Restoration is an ongoing ordeal, but a tour if this magnificent place is almost to be compared with a tour of the Sistene Chapel in Rome.&lt;br /&gt;Un recorrido personal por mi propia "officianado" en forma de Aline, una de mis amigos aquí en Chartres, me dio idea de este edificio muy antiguo y hermoso. La restauración es una prueba en curso, pero un viaje si este magnífico lugar es casi comparable con una visita a la Capilla Sistene en Roma.&lt;br /&gt;Une visite à caractère personnel par mes propres "officianado" sous la forme d'Aline, un de mes amis ici à Chartres, m'a donné un aperçu de ce bâtiment très ancien et beau. La restauration est une épreuve en cours, mais une visite si ce magnifique endroit est presque à comparer avec une visite de la chapelle Sixtine à Rome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fI7dsfDvp-M/TRoBxC6QXHI/AAAAAAAAAK8/fFMQL0w1-Rs/s1600/100_2292.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fI7dsfDvp-M/TRoBxC6QXHI/AAAAAAAAAK8/fFMQL0w1-Rs/s320/100_2292.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555755032421358706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A visit to Chartres is not complete without going to one or more of the small bakeries or pastry shops which number in the "many". Almost every couple of city blocks has it's own localized bakery where the pastries cause the mouth to water just looking at them.&lt;br /&gt;Una visita a Chartres no está completa sin ir a uno o más de las pequeñas panaderías o pastelerías que el número de los "muchos". Casi cada par de cuadras de la ciudad tiene su propia panadería localizada en la pastelería causa la boca agua sólo de mirarlos.&lt;br /&gt;Une visite à Chartres n'est pas complète sans passer par un ou plusieurs des petites boulangeries ou pâtisseries dont le nombre dans «plusieurs». Presque tous les deux pâtés de maisons possède sa propre boulangerie localisées où les pâtisseries cause l'eau a la bouche rien qu'en les regardant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fI7dsfDvp-M/TRoBxS99nQI/AAAAAAAAALE/NhkfHJCSJkM/s1600/100_2301.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fI7dsfDvp-M/TRoBxS99nQI/AAAAAAAAALE/NhkfHJCSJkM/s320/100_2301.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555755036731874562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The library to which my friend Mattieu took me was one of the most complete libraries I have had occasion to visit. The building not only had books, but also video, cds, and dvd's for film and music.  An exposition of old maps of the local area was on when I was there.  A couple of the old maps from 1857 and 1866 were on exhibit and photos of them can be found on my facebook page. The next blog comes from Paris.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fI7dsfDvp-M/TRoZwr17V3I/AAAAAAAAALM/fYMGHWQOEpg/s1600/100_2304.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fI7dsfDvp-M/TRoZwr17V3I/AAAAAAAAALM/fYMGHWQOEpg/s320/100_2304.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555781414508255090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La biblioteca a la que mi amigo me llevó Mattieu fue una de las colecciones más completas que he tenido ocasión de visitar. El edificio no sólo había libros, sino también de vídeo, discos compactos y DVD's de películas y música. Una exposición de mapas antiguos de la zona estaba en cuando yo estaba allí. Algunos de los mapas antiguos de 1857 y 1866 estaban en exhibición y las fotos de ellos se puede encontrar en mi página de facebook. El próximo blog viene de París ..&lt;br /&gt;La bibliothèque à laquelle mon ami m'a pris Mattieu a été l'une des bibliothèques les plus complètes, j'ai eu l'occasion de visiter. Le bâtiment n'avait pas seulement des livres, mais aussi de la vidéo, CD et DVD pour les films et la musique. Une exposition de cartes anciennes de la région a été le moment où j'y étais. Un couple de vieilles cartes de 1857 et 1866 ont été exposées et des photos d'entre eux peuvent être trouvés sur ma page facebook. Le prochain blog vient de Paris.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5839179255249226975-1156968071723949855?l=theyukoner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theyukoner.blogspot.com/feeds/1156968071723949855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theyukoner.blogspot.com/2010/12/chartres-and-friends-visited.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5839179255249226975/posts/default/1156968071723949855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5839179255249226975/posts/default/1156968071723949855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theyukoner.blogspot.com/2010/12/chartres-and-friends-visited.html' title='Chartres and friends visited.'/><author><name>The Yukoner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09344439303998460410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TxDkmRbO_WQ/TwWt2MWlCpI/AAAAAAAAAQc/ZCth_UPm34w/s220/RonWeb2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fI7dsfDvp-M/TRoBwZcagTI/AAAAAAAAAK0/qcJtFu_auDc/s72-c/100_2276.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5839179255249226975.post-3311653122947838859</id><published>2010-12-23T14:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-28T07:10:17.455-08:00</updated><title type='text'>London, England - Home of my ancestors.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fI7dsfDvp-M/TRn6QqkwfNI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/IGvsmmyL_4I/s1600/100_2090.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fI7dsfDvp-M/TRn6QqkwfNI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/IGvsmmyL_4I/s320/100_2090.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555746779551530194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am finally here, London, England. This is the home of my Queen and my ancestors. Not being knowledgeable of my family tree, I am not able to contact any long lost relatives. I have met some very nice British subjects and also some other British Commonwealth subjects. The makeup of the British people is a mixed bag of nationalities. &lt;br /&gt;Por fin estoy aquí, en Londres, Inglaterra. Esta es la casa de mi reina y de mis antepasados. Al no ser informado de mi árbol genealógico, no soy capaz de ponerte en contacto con algún familiar perdido hace mucho tiempo. He conocido a algunos súbditos británicos muy agradable y también algunos otros temas de la Commonwealth británica. La distribución de los británicos es una mezcla de nacionalidades.&lt;br /&gt;Je suis enfin arrivé, Londres, Angleterre. C'est la maison de ma reine et mes ancêtres. N'étant pas informé de mon arbre généalogique, je ne suis pas en mesure de communiquer avec un des parents depuis longtemps perdu. J'ai rencontré certains sujets très agréable britannique et aussi d'autres sujets britanniques du Commonwealth. La composition de la population britannique est un mélange de nationalités.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fI7dsfDvp-M/TRn6Q3vX-8I/AAAAAAAAAKE/K2dPpOXOzF0/s1600/100_2088.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fI7dsfDvp-M/TRn6Q3vX-8I/AAAAAAAAAKE/K2dPpOXOzF0/s320/100_2088.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555746783085722562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have met many people just by striking up a conversation with them at bus stops and on the buses. Just today, I have spoken to people from Sri Lanka, Sweden, France, Italy, Mainland China, and Norway. Fortunately for me, they all spoke english, or french.&lt;br /&gt;Today, my first full day in London, I was able to visit the House of Parliament, Big Ben, Buckingham Palace, Westminster Abbey, and St James Park.&lt;br /&gt;He conocido a muchas personas simplemente por entablar una conversación con ellos en las paradas de autobús y en los autobuses. Hoy mismo, he hablado con la gente de Sri Lanka, Suecia, Francia, Italia, China continental, y Noruega. Afortunadamente para mí, todos hablaban Inglés o francés.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fI7dsfDvp-M/TRn6RXfUWKI/AAAAAAAAAKM/vhOdO9L6o7Q/s1600/100_2106.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fI7dsfDvp-M/TRn6RXfUWKI/AAAAAAAAAKM/vhOdO9L6o7Q/s320/100_2106.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555746791608309922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Hoy en día, mi primer día en Londres, tuve la oportunidad de visitar la Casa del Parlamento, el Big Ben, el Palacio de Buckingham, el Abbey Westminster, y St. James Park.&lt;br /&gt;J'ai rencontré beaucoup de gens simplement par la suppression de la conversation avec eux aux arrêts d'autobus et sur les autobus. Justement aujourd'hui, j'ai parlé à des gens en provenance du Sri Lanka, Suède, France, Italie, Chine continentale, et la Norvège. Heureusement pour moi, ils parlaient tous anglais ou en français.&lt;br /&gt; Aujourd'hui, ma première journée à Londres, j'ai pu visiter la Maison du Parlement, Big Ben, Buckingham Palace, l'Abbey de Westminster. et St James Park.&lt;br /&gt;Riding the buses, I get to see more of the city and get a small feeling of the people.  Of course, at this time of year, everyone is concerned primarily about Christmas.  Many of the people whom I met and spoke with, were like me, single, older and living away from relatives. They also were experiencing the aloneness of the season. So I will have Christmas dinner at the local pub called Saints &amp; Sinners on Christmas Eve.  On Christmas Day the pub is open for Happy Hour from noon until three pm. A few of us will be there to pass the time with new and old friends.&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow, I will be going back into Central London to visit the Tower of London, High Park and possibly the Sea Life Aquarium.  I will post today and tomorrow's photos on Facebook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fI7dsfDvp-M/TRn6Rt8QptI/AAAAAAAAAKU/czwBFCQ6nSU/s1600/100_2121.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fI7dsfDvp-M/TRn6Rt8QptI/AAAAAAAAAKU/czwBFCQ6nSU/s320/100_2121.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555746797635282642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Viajar en el autobús, me pongo a ver más de la ciudad y obtener una pequeña sensación de la gente. Por supuesto, en esta época del año, todo el mundo se ocupa principalmente de la Navidad. Muchas de las personas que conocí y hablé con el, eran como yo, solo, viejo y vivir lejos de sus familiares. Ellos también estaban experimentando la soledad de la temporada. Así que voy a tener la cena de Navidad en el pub local llamado Saints &amp; Sinners la víspera de Navidad. El día de Navidad el bar está abierto para el "Happy Hour" desde el mediodía hasta las tres de la tarde. Algunos de nosotros estaremos allí para pasar el tiempo con nuevos y viejos amigos.&lt;br /&gt; Mañana, voy a ir de nuevo en el centro de Londres para visitar la Torre de Londres, Parque Alto y, posiblemente, el Acuario Sea Life. Voy a publicar fotos de hoy y mañana en Facebook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fI7dsfDvp-M/TRn6R-elLfI/AAAAAAAAAKc/IKFerDMJgvs/s1600/100_2128.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fI7dsfDvp-M/TRn6R-elLfI/AAAAAAAAAKc/IKFerDMJgvs/s320/100_2128.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555746802074201586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Voyager sur l'autobus, j'arrive à voir plus de la ville et d'obtenir un petit sentiment de la population. Bien sûr, à cette époque de l'année, tout le monde est préoccupé surtout de Noël. Beaucoup de gens que j'ai rencontré et parlé avec, étaient comme moi, seule, plus âgés et qui vivent loin de leurs proches. Ils ont également été l'expérience de la solitude de la saison. Je vais donc le repas de Noël au pub du coin appelé Saints &amp; Sinners la veille de Noël. Le jour de Noël de la pub est ouvert pour le Happy Hour de midi à quinze heures. Quelques-uns d'entre nous seront là pour passer le temps avec des amis anciens et nouveaux.&lt;br /&gt; Demain, je vais retourner au centre de Londres pour visiter la Tour de Londres, High Park et, éventuellement, l'Aquarium Sea Life. Je vais poster des photos d'aujourd'hui et de demain sur Facebook.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5839179255249226975-3311653122947838859?l=theyukoner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theyukoner.blogspot.com/feeds/3311653122947838859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theyukoner.blogspot.com/2010/12/london-england-home-of-my-ancestors.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5839179255249226975/posts/default/3311653122947838859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5839179255249226975/posts/default/3311653122947838859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theyukoner.blogspot.com/2010/12/london-england-home-of-my-ancestors.html' title='London, England - Home of my ancestors.'/><author><name>The Yukoner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09344439303998460410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TxDkmRbO_WQ/TwWt2MWlCpI/AAAAAAAAAQc/ZCth_UPm34w/s220/RonWeb2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fI7dsfDvp-M/TRn6QqkwfNI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/IGvsmmyL_4I/s72-c/100_2090.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5839179255249226975.post-4185672942988063838</id><published>2010-12-18T10:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-18T11:47:36.083-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hamburgers Galore - Everywhere You Look</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fI7dsfDvp-M/TQ0JlB2vKuI/AAAAAAAAAJw/CFKE3kYcB0k/s1600/100_1989.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fI7dsfDvp-M/TQ0JlB2vKuI/AAAAAAAAAJw/CFKE3kYcB0k/s320/100_1989.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552104447375518434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fI7dsfDvp-M/TQ0JlAzMYJI/AAAAAAAAAJo/BgpocMKAIf0/s1600/100_1995.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fI7dsfDvp-M/TQ0JlAzMYJI/AAAAAAAAAJo/BgpocMKAIf0/s320/100_1995.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552104447092220050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fI7dsfDvp-M/TQ0Jky0oxNI/AAAAAAAAAJg/M4H8zbadtN4/s1600/100_1996.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fI7dsfDvp-M/TQ0Jky0oxNI/AAAAAAAAAJg/M4H8zbadtN4/s320/100_1996.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552104443340178642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fI7dsfDvp-M/TQ0Jkje9o8I/AAAAAAAAAJY/17mlE-E5IX8/s1600/100_2007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fI7dsfDvp-M/TQ0Jkje9o8I/AAAAAAAAAJY/17mlE-E5IX8/s320/100_2007.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552104439222739906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fI7dsfDvp-M/TQ0JkZlmkFI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/SyPYQNRAtho/s1600/100_2006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fI7dsfDvp-M/TQ0JkZlmkFI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/SyPYQNRAtho/s320/100_2006.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552104436566233170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hamburgers galore! I didn't know that people who live in Hamburg were called Hamburgers.  McDonald's and Burger King aside, there are a lot of people in this huge city. It being the time of the Christmas sidewalk sales, there were as many people crowded into the fair sites as there were at the Salzburg Christmas Fair. I finally connected with my friend Jochen today, and he showed me some of Hamburg, his city.&lt;br /&gt;Hamburgers à gogo! Je ne savais pas que les gens, qui vivent à Hambourg ont été appelés Hamburgers. McDonald's et Burger King de côté, il ya beaucoup de gens dans cette ville immense. Il est le moment de la vente trottoir de Noël, il y avait autant de gens entassés dans les sites juste car il y avait à la Foire de Noël de Salzbourg. J'ai finalement en contact avec mon ami Jochen aujourd'hui, et il m'a montré certaines de Hambourg, sa ville.&lt;br /&gt;Hamburguesas en abundancia! Yo no sabía que las personas que viven en Hamburgo fueron llamados hamburguesas. McDonald's y Burger King a un lado, hay un montón de gente en esta gran ciudad. Que sea el momento de la venta de las aceras de Navidad, hubo mayor número de personas se apiñaron en los sitios justo ya que había en la Feria de Navidad de Salzburgo. Finalmente relacionada con mi amigo Jochen hoy, y me mostró algunos de Hamburgo, su ciudad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the season to be jolly and we were walking everywhere.  We were having such a great time together, I didn't realize how far we had walked until Joe asked me if I wanted to walk home or take the train.  The train, of course.  We had walked so far, I don't think I could have walked home. &lt;br /&gt;C'est la saison des réjouissances et nous nous promenions partout. Nous avions tellement de plaisir ensemble, je ne savais pas dans quelle mesure nous avons marché jusqu'à ce que Joe m'a demandé si je voulais rentrer à pied ou prendre le train. Le train, bien sûr. Nous avions marché si loin, je ne pense pas que j'aurais pu rentré chez lui.&lt;br /&gt;Esta es la temporada para estar alegre y estábamos caminando por todas partes. Teníamos un gran momento juntos, no me di cuenta lo lejos que había caminado hasta que Joe me preguntó si quería volver a casa andando o coger el tren. El tren, por supuesto. Habíamos caminado hasta ahora, no creo que pueda haber caminado a casa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we returned to our starting point, it was only right that we sit in a sidewalk vendor's booth and have a glouwein, a spiced Christmas drink (with rum, of course). As we walked around the central part of Hamburg, we were treated to an impromptu Christmas parade complete with Lady Santa, serenaded by musicians on a balcony of a large store, and watched the oldest river steam tourboat (150 years old) push it's way through an ice covered lake with its load of passengers.&lt;br /&gt;Quand nous sommes revenus à notre point de départ, il n'était que juste que nous sommes assis dans le stand d'un vendeur de trottoir et un glouwein, une boisson épicée de Noël (avec du rhum, bien sûr). Tandis que nous marchions autour de la partie centrale de Hambourg, nous avons eu droit à un défilé impromptu de Noël avec Lady Santa, la sérénade de musiciens sur un balcon d'un grand magasin, et vu l'tourboat plus vieille rivière de vapeur (150 ans) pousser son chemin à travers une lac gelé avec son chargement de passagers.&lt;br /&gt;Cuando regresamos a nuestro punto de partida, que era justo que nos sentamos en la cabina de un vendedor de la acera y tener un glouwein, una bebida con especias de Navidad (con ron, por supuesto). A medida que caminaba alrededor de la parte central de Hamburgo, que fueron agasajados con un improvisado desfile de Navidad completa con la Virgen Santa, serenata por músicos en un balcón de una de las grandes superficies, y observó el tourboat río más antiguo de vapor (150 años) impulsar su camino a través de un lago cubierto de hielo con su carga de pasajeros.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5839179255249226975-4185672942988063838?l=theyukoner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theyukoner.blogspot.com/feeds/4185672942988063838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theyukoner.blogspot.com/2010/12/hamburgers-galore-everywhere-you-look.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5839179255249226975/posts/default/4185672942988063838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5839179255249226975/posts/default/4185672942988063838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theyukoner.blogspot.com/2010/12/hamburgers-galore-everywhere-you-look.html' title='Hamburgers Galore - Everywhere You Look'/><author><name>The Yukoner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09344439303998460410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TxDkmRbO_WQ/TwWt2MWlCpI/AAAAAAAAAQc/ZCth_UPm34w/s220/RonWeb2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fI7dsfDvp-M/TQ0JlB2vKuI/AAAAAAAAAJw/CFKE3kYcB0k/s72-c/100_1989.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5839179255249226975.post-7342299364226768611</id><published>2010-12-14T11:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-17T05:01:30.881-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Prague Blog!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fI7dsfDvp-M/TQfMqhfrWzI/AAAAAAAAAIY/9UE4l9IIvQY/s1600/100_1801.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fI7dsfDvp-M/TQfMqhfrWzI/AAAAAAAAAIY/9UE4l9IIvQY/s320/100_1801.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550630096675232562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am here in Prague, Praha to some and Praga to others.  This is one beautiful ancient city. How the people have been able to restore the damage after many wars is really amazing. I have been a small part of this city for 3 days now.  I can still get lost amongst the tiny winding streets.  I have not mastered the art of using the public transportation yet. I have managed to find my way to the old city and up the tramway to the top of the mountain.  I still haven't found my way to the castle yet.  I get so turned around, I feel like I'm chasing my tail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estoy aquí en Praga, Praga para algunos y Praga a otras personas. Esta es una antigua ciudad hermosa. ¿Cómo la gente ha sido capaz de restaurar los daños después de muchas guerras es realmente asombroso. He sido una pequeña parte de esta ciudad durante 3 días ahora. Todavía puede perderse entre las callejuelas sinuosas. No he dominado el arte de utilizar el transporte público todavía. He logrado encontrar mi camino a la ciudad vieja y el tranvía a la cima de la montaña. Todavía no he encontrado mi camino hacia el castillo todavía. Me siento tan dio la vuelta, me siento como que estoy persiguiendo mi cola.&lt;br /&gt;Je suis ici, à Prague, Praha pour certains et à d'autres Praga. C'est une belle ville ancienne. Comment les gens ont été en mesure de réparer les dégâts après de nombreuses guerres est vraiment étonnant. J'ai été une petite partie de cette ville pendant 3 jours maintenant. Je peux encore vous perdre entre les ruelles sinueuses. Je n'ai pas maîtrisé l'art d'utiliser les transports en commun pour le moment. J'ai réussi à trouver mon chemin jusqu'à la vieille ville et le tramway vers le haut de la montagne. Je n'ai pas encore trouvé mon chemin vers le château pour le moment. Je suis tellement tourné autour, je me sens comme si je chasse ma queue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fI7dsfDvp-M/TQfNwysiGbI/AAAAAAAAAIg/g56uT316hUM/s1600/100_1838.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fI7dsfDvp-M/TQfNwysiGbI/AAAAAAAAAIg/g56uT316hUM/s320/100_1838.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550631303883397554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the beautiful old artifacts of the city is the old Charles Bridge. The view from the bridge, both up and down the river Voltava, is spectacular. The riverboat tours continue through rain, sun or as life would have it, SNOW and cold. The wildlife, in the form of ring-necked mallards, seagulls, and wild white swans, (I have seen black swans while here, but was unable to get to my camera in time) continue to fend for themselves along the river edges. Meanwhile, the locals are busy feeding, and watering the tourists and visitors, such as I, in different forms of establishments. There are many hundreds of people who pass over this bridge every day, no matter what the weather.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fI7dsfDvp-M/TQtYCNkiFSI/AAAAAAAAAI4/f0p59J3TQN4/s1600/100_1867.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fI7dsfDvp-M/TQtYCNkiFSI/AAAAAAAAAI4/f0p59J3TQN4/s320/100_1867.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551627760690140450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uno de los artefactos hermosa y antigua de la ciudad es el antiguo Puente de Carlos. La vista desde el puente, hacia arriba y río abajo Voltava, es espectacular. Los viajes por el río continuará través de la lluvia, el sol o la vida quiso que nieve y el frío. La vida silvestre, en forma de patos de collar, gaviotas y cisnes salvajes blancos, (he visto los cisnes negro, mientras que aquí, pero no pudo llegar a la cámara en el tiempo) siguen a su suerte a lo largo de los bordes del río. Mientras tanto, los locales están ocupados de alimentación, y el riego de los turistas y visitantes, como yo, en diferentes formas de establecimientos. Hay cientos de personas que pasan por este puente todos los días, sin importar el clima.&lt;br /&gt;L'un des objets magnifique de la vieille ville est l'ancien pont Charles. La vue depuis le pont, à la fois le long de la rivière Voltava, est spectaculaire. Les visites continuent bateau-mouche sous la pluie, du soleil ou que la vie aurait-il, la neige et froid. La faune, sous la forme de canards colverts à collier, des mouettes et cygnes sauvages blanc, (j'ai vu des cygnes noirs tout ici, mais n'a pas pu obtenir de mon appareil photo dans le temps) de continuer à se débrouiller par eux-mêmes le long des bords du fleuve. Pendant ce temps, les locaux sont occupés alimentation et l'abreuvement des touristes et des visiteurs, comme moi, dans différentes formes d'établissements. Il ya plusieurs centaines de personnes qui passent sur ce pont chaque jour, quelle que soit la météo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fI7dsfDvp-M/TQtYB33c9qI/AAAAAAAAAIw/qAg-KwQFlu0/s1600/100_1814.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fI7dsfDvp-M/TQtYB33c9qI/AAAAAAAAAIw/qAg-KwQFlu0/s320/100_1814.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551627754863916706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is one of the sculptures which adorn both sides of the bridge thoroughfare. The shiny places on this statue are from people rubbing the surface for good luck, and to have their prayer come true. I am including a few pictures today of the river and the special astrological clock in Wensaslas Square.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fI7dsfDvp-M/TQtYCcnkxkI/AAAAAAAAAJA/YBatST22PLs/s1600/100_1887.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fI7dsfDvp-M/TQtYCcnkxkI/AAAAAAAAAJA/YBatST22PLs/s320/100_1887.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551627764729431618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esta es una de las esculturas que adornan ambos lados de la vía del puente. Los lugares brillante en esta estatua son de personas frotando la superficie para la buena suerte, ya que sus oraciones se hagan realidad. Estoy incluyendo una hoy algunas fotos del río y el reloj astrológico en especial Wensaslas Square.&lt;br /&gt;C'est l'une des sculptures qui ornent les deux côtés de la voie du pont. Les lieux brillant sur cette statue sont des gens frotter la surface pour la bonne chance, et d'avoir leur prière se réalise. Je suis notamment un aujourd'hui quelques images de la rivière et l'horloge astrologique particulière dans Wensaslas Square.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I write this blog, there is a huge Christmas fair going on here in the square.  There are booths which sell hot drinks, both alcoholic and non-alcoholic, teas, hot chocolate, etc. Sausage vendors, hat vendors, decorations and cold weather clothing vendors.  The treats available make a person want to sample each and everyone. New treats which I am glad to see, surprise me with their simplicity of manufacture while you wait. Fry bread, which we have served with sweet toppings are served here with garlic, ketchup, and grated cheese.  Fried cheese, and potato pancakes, potato pizzas, kholbasa and other sausages grilled and served in a bun, all for good prices and ready to warm your heart and your body on these cold days and nights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fI7dsfDvp-M/TQtevTlKyJI/AAAAAAAAAJI/fDGTleUrNAE/s1600/100_1914.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fI7dsfDvp-M/TQtevTlKyJI/AAAAAAAAAJI/fDGTleUrNAE/s320/100_1914.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551635132467300498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Al momento de escribir este blog, hay una gran feria de Navidad pasando aquí en la plaza. Hay stands que venden bebidas calientes, alcohólicas y no alcohólicas, té, chocolate caliente, los vendedores de salchichas, etc, los vendedores de sombreros, adornos y ropa para clima frío vendedores. La trata disponibles hacen que una persona quiere probar todos y cada uno. Nuevas sorpresas que no me alegro de ver, me sorprende por su sencillez de fabricación mientras espera. El pan frito, que nos han servido con ingredientes dulces se sirven con salsa de tomate ajo y queso rallado. Queso frito y patatas crepes, pizzas, patatas, kholbasa y otros embutidos a la parrilla y servido en un pan, todos por los buenos precios y listo para calentar tu corazón y tu cuerpo en estos días fríos y noches.&lt;br /&gt;Au moment où j'écris ce blog, il ya un grand champ de foire de Noël se passe ici sur la place. Il ya des cabines qui vendent des boissons chaudes, les boissons alcoolisées et non alcoolisées, thé, chocolat chaud, etc vendeurs de saucisses, les vendeurs de chapeaux, décorations et le froid les vendeurs de vêtements météorologiques. Les gâteries offertes rendre une personne à échantillonner tous et chacun. Nouveau traite que je suis heureux de voir, me surprennent par leur simplicité de fabrication pendant que vous attendez. Pain Fry, qui nous ont servi avec des garnitures sucrées sont servis avec de l'ail, le ketchup et de fromage râpé. Fromage frit, pommes de terre et crêpes, pizzas de pommes de terre, saucisses et autres kholbasa grillé et servi dans un pain, le tout pour un bon prix et prêt à vous réchauffer le cœur et votre corps ces jours froids et les nuits.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5839179255249226975-7342299364226768611?l=theyukoner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theyukoner.blogspot.com/feeds/7342299364226768611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theyukoner.blogspot.com/2010/12/prague-blog.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5839179255249226975/posts/default/7342299364226768611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5839179255249226975/posts/default/7342299364226768611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theyukoner.blogspot.com/2010/12/prague-blog.html' title='The Prague Blog!'/><author><name>The Yukoner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09344439303998460410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TxDkmRbO_WQ/TwWt2MWlCpI/AAAAAAAAAQc/ZCth_UPm34w/s220/RonWeb2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fI7dsfDvp-M/TQfMqhfrWzI/AAAAAAAAAIY/9UE4l9IIvQY/s72-c/100_1801.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5839179255249226975.post-2779875549789268780</id><published>2010-12-09T13:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-09T13:31:57.514-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Travelling in Austria</title><content type='html'>This blog is going to be a short one tonight.  Wireless systems are at a premium tonight here at the hostel.  Everyone is taking bandwidth and there isn't much left to upload for very long.&lt;br /&gt;My first train ride was a long one, thirteen and a half hours in a compartment with 4 other people, one a four year old who didn't want to sleep.  I have picked up a nasty cough and I felt so bad for my fellow passengers, that I stood out in the passageway for most of the night, so they wouldn't be disturbed.  This made for a rough night for me.  Today after checking in at the hostel, I slept for 5 hours.  I still feel rough around the edges but will be able to sleep more later tonight.&lt;br /&gt;I went out for an early supper and discovered that in Vienna, there are many Turkish restaurants.  The food I had was really good and quite filling.  A type of patty made with lamb and beef with garlic was the main item, A green salad and something like a sticky rice complimented the patties which had a tomato and yogurt sauce on a bed of bread chunks.  This was an excellent idea for several dishes which I have served in my restaurants.&lt;br /&gt;Many of the people whom I have had reason to talk to are friendly and as cooperative as they could be with our limited communications capacity.&lt;br /&gt;I am sitting here with a latte machiato coffee, something I have never ordered at home, but discovered it is the closest to a canadian coffee which is served over here. Also it comes in a large size, one cup does it all.&lt;br /&gt;A few other guests are sitting around me here in the common room and everyone is on line.  I am prewriting my blog, so tonight there are no pictures as it takes too long to upload.  I took a few photos here in Vienna as I'm only here for a short time.&lt;br /&gt;Although I am sitting with some others and discussing different things, I realize just how much I miss my friends from home.  The weather since I arrived in Vienna, is typical Yukon weather and almost makes me homesick (not really..well maybe a little).  Windy, cold and snowing..what you think?&lt;br /&gt;I'll say goodnight for now and try to upload as quickly as possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Este blog va a ser un corto esta noche. Los sistemas inalámbricos están en un premio de esta noche aquí en el albergue. Todo el mundo está tomando el ancho de banda y no queda mucho para cargar durante mucho tiempo.&lt;br /&gt;Mi viaje en tren primero fue largo, trece horas y media en un compartimento con 4 personas más, uno un niño de cuatro años que no quería dormir. He recogido una tos horrible y me sentí tan mal por mis compañeros de viaje, que me quedé en el pasillo de la mayor parte de la noche, para que no le molesten. Esto hizo que una noche difícil para mí. Hoy, después de registrarse en el hostal, me dormí durante 5 horas. Todavía me siento irregularidades en sus bordes, pero se puede dormir más tarde esta noche.&lt;br /&gt;Salí a dar una cena temprana, y descubrió que en Viena, hay muchos restaurantes turcos. La comida que tenía era muy buena y el llenado del todo. Es un tipo de hamburguesa hecha con carne de cordero y ternera con ajo fue el tema principal, una ensalada verde y algo así como un arroz pegajoso felicitó a las empanadas que tenía una salsa de tomate y el yogur en un lecho de trozos de pan. Esta fue una excelente idea para varios platos que me han servido en mis restaurantes.&lt;br /&gt;Muchas de las personas que he tenido motivos para hablar es amable y como cooperativa, ya que podría estar con nuestra capacidad de comunicación limitadas.&lt;br /&gt;Estoy sentado aquí con un café latte machiato, algo que nunca ha pedido en casa, pero descubrí que es el más cercano a un café canadiense que se sirve aquí. También viene en un tamaño grande, una taza lo hace todo.&lt;br /&gt;Un invitados algunos otros están sentados a mi alrededor aquí en la sala común y todo el mundo está en la línea. Estoy previas a la escritura de mi blog, así que esta noche no hay imágenes, ya que toma demasiado tiempo para cargar. Tomé algunas fotos aquí, en Viena, sólo estoy aquí por un corto tiempo.&lt;br /&gt;Aunque soy de estar con otros y discutiendo cosas diferentes, me doy cuenta de lo mucho que extraño a mis amigos de la casa. El tiempo desde que llegué a Viena, es el clima típico de Yukon y hace poco me nostalgia (no es realmente así .. tal vez un poco). Viento, el frío y nevando .. ¿qué te parece?&lt;br /&gt;Voy a decir buenas noches por el momento y tratar de subir lo más rápido posible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ce blog va être un peu un ce soir. Les systèmes sans fil sont à une prime de ce soir ici à l'auberge. Tout le monde prend la bande passante et il n'y a pas grand-chose à télécharger pour très longtemps.&lt;br /&gt;Mon tour premier train a été long, treize heures et demie dans un compartiment avec 4 autres personnes, dont un enfant de quatre ans qui ne voulait pas dormir. J'ai ramassé une toux désagréable et je me suis senti si mal pour mes compagnons de voyage, que je me trouvais dans la voie de passage pour la plupart de la nuit, afin de ne pas être dérangé. Ce fait d'une nuit agitée pour moi. Aujourd'hui, après l'enregistrement à l'auberge, j'ai dormi pendant 5 heures. Je me sens encore un peu rudes sur les bords, mais sera capable de dormir plus tard ce soir.&lt;br /&gt;Je suis sorti pour un souper de bonne heure et a découvert que, à Vienne, il ya beaucoup de restaurants turcs. La nourriture que j'avais était vraiment bon et tout à fait le remplissage. Un type de galette à base d'agneau et de boeuf à l'ail était le point principal, une salade verte et quelque chose comme un riz gluant félicité les galettes qui avait une sauce tomate et du yaourt sur un lit de morceaux de pain. Ce fut une excellente idée pour plusieurs plats que j'ai servi dans mes restaurants.&lt;br /&gt;Beaucoup de gens que j'ai eu raison de parler à sont amicaux et aussi coopératifs que ce serait possible avec notre capacité de communication limitée.&lt;br /&gt;Je suis assis ici avec un café latte machiato, quelque chose que je n'ai jamais commandé à la maison, mais il a découvert qu'il est plus proche d'un café canadien qui est servi ici. En outre, il vient dans une grande taille, une tasse-t-elle tous.&lt;br /&gt;A quelques invités d'autres sont assis autour de moi ici dans la salle commune et tout le monde est en ligne. Je suis prewriting mon blog, alors ce soir il n'ya pas de photos car il prend trop de temps à télécharger. J'ai pris quelques photos ici, à Vienne comme je ne suis ici que pour une courte période.&lt;br /&gt;Même si je suis assis avec quelques autres et discuter de différentes choses, je me rends compte à quel point je manque mes amis de la maison. Le temps depuis mon arrivée à Vienne, est typique météorologique du Yukon et me donne presque le mal du pays (pas vraiment .. et peut-être un peu). Windy, le froid et la neige .. ce que vous pensez?&lt;br /&gt;Je vais dire bonsoir pour le moment et essayez de télécharger le plus rapidement possible.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5839179255249226975-2779875549789268780?l=theyukoner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theyukoner.blogspot.com/feeds/2779875549789268780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theyukoner.blogspot.com/2010/12/travelling-in-austria.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5839179255249226975/posts/default/2779875549789268780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5839179255249226975/posts/default/2779875549789268780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theyukoner.blogspot.com/2010/12/travelling-in-austria.html' title='Travelling in Austria'/><author><name>The Yukoner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09344439303998460410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TxDkmRbO_WQ/TwWt2MWlCpI/AAAAAAAAAQc/ZCth_UPm34w/s220/RonWeb2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5839179255249226975.post-4479717560085175940</id><published>2010-12-07T05:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-07T06:12:45.690-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Last thoughts in Rome.</title><content type='html'>Well, the time has come to say "Salut a Roma".  I hate to say it, but, I really love this town.  Were I rich enough, I could settle here quite easily.  The atmosphere here is unlike anyplace I have ever been.  Integrating into this society would not be hard.  There is an overwhelming atmosphere generated by the millions of people who live and work here.  Samples, good and bad, of society are all around you as you walk or ride the buses. Today I am generating my next few days travel arrangements.  The rail system is gigantic and complicated, but there is method to the madness.  I will be leaving tomorrow evening for Vienna, Austria.  I'll be passing through Bologna, and Verona, Italy.  I will arrive in Vienna about 08:30am on thursday and leaving there for Salzburg on friday evening.  I'll be spending about 3 days in Salzburg and then on to Berlin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fI7dsfDvp-M/TP4-9HTMnII/AAAAAAAAAIA/-H9rxqmElLo/s1600/100_1604.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fI7dsfDvp-M/TP4-9HTMnII/AAAAAAAAAIA/-H9rxqmElLo/s320/100_1604.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547941010619538562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a very hot-blooded country with very strong feelings about life.  Some things are expensive and others not so.  I find though, that I have not spent much money while here.  Time seems to go by quickly as life is very fast paced for me here in comparison to my home town.  I just never seem to have enough time in the day to accomplish whatever I have planned to do.  I have seen much of Rome but not all of it was the major attractions which tourists normally visit.  I rode buses from one terminal to another in several directions and discovered totally different environments in each direction.  The differences were subtle in some cases, but were there none-the-less.  Ethnic communities are spread throughout the area.  It is easier to see while travelling on the different bus lines as the cultural differences become apparent through dress and language.  "All roads lead to Rome" is as true today as in was in Roman times.&lt;br /&gt;Bueno, ha llegado el momento de decir "Salut a Roma". Odio decirlo, pero, realmente me encanta esta ciudad. Si yo fuera lo suficientemente rico, podía establecerse aquí con bastante facilidad. La atmósfera aquí es diferente a cualquier lugar que he estado. La integración en esta sociedad no sería difícil. Hay una atmósfera abrumadora generado por los millones de personas que viven y trabajan aquí. Las muestras, buenos y malos, de la sociedad están a tu alrededor como caminar o viajar en autobús. Hoy estoy generando mi próximo arreglos pocos días de viaje. El sistema ferroviario es gigantesca y complicada, pero hay un método a la locura. Me iré mañana por la tarde a Viena, Austria. Voy a estar pasando por Bolonia y Verona, Italia. Llegaré en Viena sobre la 8:30 de la mañana del jueves y salir de allí para Salzburgo en la noche del viernes. Voy a pasar unos 3 días en Salzburgo y luego a Berlín.&lt;br /&gt;Este es un país muy apasionado con sentimientos muy fuertes acerca de la vida. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fI7dsfDvp-M/TP5AYlrEirI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/3SePS0i_vro/s1600/100_1606.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fI7dsfDvp-M/TP5AYlrEirI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/3SePS0i_vro/s320/100_1606.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547942582140832434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Algunas cosas son caras y otras no tanto. Me parece, sin embargo, que no he gastado mucho dinero mientras que aquí. El tiempo parece pasar más rápido la vida es bastante rápida para mí aquí en comparación con mi ciudad natal. Pensé que nunca parecen tener suficiente tiempo en el día de lograr todo lo que tengo planeado hacer. He visto mucho de Roma, pero no todo fueron los principales lugares de interés que los turistas suelen visitar. Monté a los autobuses de una terminal a otra en varias direcciones y descubrió ambientes totalmente diferentes en cada dirección. Las diferencias fueron sutiles en la mayoría de los casos, pero hubo ninguno-los menos-. Las comunidades étnicas se extienden por toda la zona. Es más fácil ver al viajar en las líneas de autobuses diferentes como las diferencias culturales se manifiestan a través de vestir y el lenguaje. "Todos los caminos llevan a Roma" es tan cierto hoy como lo fue en la época romana.&lt;br /&gt;Eh bien, le moment est venu de dire "Salut a Roma". Je déteste dire cela, mais, j'ai vraiment aimé cette ville. Si j'étais assez riche, je ne pouvais s'installer ici assez facilement. L'atmosphère ici est la différence de n'importe quel endroit que j'ai jamais été. L'intégration dans cette société ne serait pas difficile. Il ya une atmosphère écrasante générées par les millions de personnes qui vivent et travaillent ici. Les échantillons, bons et mauvais, de la société sont tout autour de vous pendant que vous marchez ou prenez l'autobus. Aujourd'hui, je suis ma génération à venir arrangements jour Voyage. Le système ferroviaire est gigantesque et complexe, mais il est procédé à la folie. Je vais quitter demain soir à Vienne, en Autriche. Je serai en passant par Bologne et Vérone, en Italie. Je vais arriver à Vienne sur 8 heures 30 le jeudi et le laisser là pour Salzbourg le vendredi soir. Je vais passer environ 3 jours à Salzbourg, puis à Berlin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fI7dsfDvp-M/TP4_jsxnSZI/AAAAAAAAAII/n6EjPdrwfwI/s1600/100_1554.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fI7dsfDvp-M/TP4_jsxnSZI/AAAAAAAAAII/n6EjPdrwfwI/s320/100_1554.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547941673514256786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C'est un pays très chaud à sang avec des sentiments très forts de la vie. Certaines choses sont chères et d'autres pas. Je trouve cependant, que je n'ai pas dépensé beaucoup d'argent tout ici. Le temps semble passer plus rapidement que la vie est jeu très rapide pour moi ici par rapport à ma ville natale. Je ne semble jamais avoir assez de temps dans la journée pour accomplir tout ce que j'ai prévu de faire. J'ai vu beaucoup de Rome, mais pas tous, il ont été les principales attractions de touristes qui visite normalement. J'ai roulé bus d'un terminal à un autre dans plusieurs directions et a découvert des environnements totalement différents dans chaque direction. Les différences sont subtiles dans la plupart des cas, mais il n'affecte cependant pas le moins. Les communautés ethniques sont répartis dans toute la région. Il est plus facile de voir tout en voyageant sur les lignes de bus que les différences culturelles se manifestent par leur habillement et la langue. «Tous les chemins mènent à Rome" est aussi vrai aujourd'hui qu'il l'était à l'époque romaine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5839179255249226975-4479717560085175940?l=theyukoner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theyukoner.blogspot.com/feeds/4479717560085175940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theyukoner.blogspot.com/2010/12/last-thoughts-in-rome.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5839179255249226975/posts/default/4479717560085175940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5839179255249226975/posts/default/4479717560085175940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theyukoner.blogspot.com/2010/12/last-thoughts-in-rome.html' title='Last thoughts in Rome.'/><author><name>The Yukoner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09344439303998460410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TxDkmRbO_WQ/TwWt2MWlCpI/AAAAAAAAAQc/ZCth_UPm34w/s220/RonWeb2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fI7dsfDvp-M/TP4-9HTMnII/AAAAAAAAAIA/-H9rxqmElLo/s72-c/100_1604.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5839179255249226975.post-5801165136203753281</id><published>2010-12-04T18:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-04T21:35:16.745-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vatican Museum</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fI7dsfDvp-M/TPsey5BdGmI/AAAAAAAAAH4/28qtFNOem-Q/s1600/100_1516.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fI7dsfDvp-M/TPsey5BdGmI/AAAAAAAAAH4/28qtFNOem-Q/s320/100_1516.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547061225686112866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Well folks, it was an adventurous day. First of all, now think of this, I HAD TO WALK.  My doctor tells me I should walk more for my heart health.  Well, I walked.  From my hotel to the Termini Centrale, through the many tunnels from one track to another, I found the right subway platform to get to the Vatican.  As I had entered the wrong entrance, it was a serious walk to my final destination.  Finally situated on the train, I realized people were just the same everywhere you go - in a hurry and desperate to go someplace!  The ride was pleasant enough and even enjoyable.  When a seat became available, a older lady was surprised when I offered her the seat.  I guess courtesy is a lost art in some parts of the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fI7dsfDvp-M/TPsaqGpSuCI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/XO2uvBhJq3c/s1600/100_1554.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fI7dsfDvp-M/TPsaqGpSuCI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/XO2uvBhJq3c/s320/100_1554.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547056676677531682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After arriving at the proper station, again, I had to walk.  A lady on the street guided me to the proper direction for access to the Vatican Museum.  Unknown to me was the actual distance to travel to get there.  After a 20 minute walk (for me in my seriously unphysical condition), I arrived at the Museum - along with several hundred other visitors, groups and individuals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fI7dsfDvp-M/TPseyTUN5AI/AAAAAAAAAHo/pb9sLSPmNdY/s1600/100_1528.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fI7dsfDvp-M/TPseyTUN5AI/AAAAAAAAAHo/pb9sLSPmNdY/s320/100_1528.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547061215564260354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After standing in a slow moving lineup of people, I finally arrived at the doors to the museum, itself.  As the flow of people is governed by the Vatican's very efficient constabulary, movement was then through security and ticket booths.  Efficiency was the word of the day.  We were assembled and moved like sheep to the slaughter.  Once in the actual museum, you could take your time visiting the exquisite exibitions of Egyption artifacts up through the current Vatican history.&lt;br /&gt;The tapestries, paintings, and sculptures surround you as you travel through the many hallways which guide you at last to the Sistine Chapel, the culmination of the visit to the Vatican Museum.  Although you are there with many other tourists from all over the world, I found that it was almost as if you were all alone with the saints of the Catholic Church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fI7dsfDvp-M/TPseypY0ChI/AAAAAAAAAHw/QpEfhIZ1KN0/s1600/100_1523.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fI7dsfDvp-M/TPseypY0ChI/AAAAAAAAAHw/QpEfhIZ1KN0/s320/100_1523.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547061221489117714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I was sitting on a bench, I realized that I was sitting where a famous Cardinal of the Roman Catholic Church had voted on who would be the next Pope.  After praying for my friends and family in this holy place, I asked a Vatican guard if this was where the enclave was held for the election of the Pope.  I was told that not 5 feet away from me was where the stove was situated where they burned the ballots after each vote, black smoke for a nay vote and white smoke to indicate that a Pope had been elected.  We were warned upon entry into this room, that there would be no photographs taken while in this sacred place.  I did, however notice that some people were indeed sneaking some shots of the beautifully restored artwork on the ceiling and walls.  Believe me, it is beautiful and tranquil.  The angel scenes on the walls were absolutely gorgeous.  The detail was a thing of beauty.  All of the artwork was inspiring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fI7dsfDvp-M/TPsex1rliCI/AAAAAAAAAHg/lgGTVVVMPcc/s1600/100_1547.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fI7dsfDvp-M/TPsex1rliCI/AAAAAAAAAHg/lgGTVVVMPcc/s320/100_1547.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547061207609215010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally making my way out to the streets of Rome again,  I found another restaurant to have lunch.  The gnocchi with meat and tomato sauce was excellent, and a half bottle of red wine helped to ease the necessity of walking back to the metro terminal to return to downtown Rome.  After making my way back to the hotel, I immediately had a 4 hour sleep to ease the pain of legs, long unused.  After another great meal at Mamma Angela's, the rest of the evening (until 3 am) was spent sousing in the local pub, with old friends (3 days worth) and new.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fI7dsfDvp-M/TPsaqcEcRkI/AAAAAAAAAHY/xM1PH9XOjYA/s1600/100_1549.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fI7dsfDvp-M/TPsaqcEcRkI/AAAAAAAAAHY/xM1PH9XOjYA/s320/100_1549.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547056682428548674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bueno amigos, fue un día lleno de aventuras. En primer lugar, ahora pensar en esto, tuve que caminar. Mi médico me dice que debo caminar más por mi salud del corazón. Bueno, yo caminaba. Desde mi hotel a la Central de Termini, a través de los muchos túneles de una pista a otra, me encontré con la plataforma del metro derecho a recibir en el Vaticano. Como ya había entrado en la entrada equivocada, era un paseo grave a mi destino final. Por último situado en el tren, me di cuenta de la gente lo mismo donde quiera que vaya - en un apuro y desesperado por ir a algún lugar! El viaje fue bastante agradable e incluso agradable. Cuando se convirtió en un asiento disponible, una señora mayor se sorprendió cuando le ofreció el asiento. Supongo que la cortesía es un arte perdido en algunas partes del mundo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Después de llegar a la estación adecuada, de nuevo, tuve que caminar. Una señora en la calle me guió en la dirección adecuada para el acceso a los Museos Vaticanos. Desconocida para mí era la distancia real que viajar para llegar allí. Después de una caminata de 20 minutos (para mí en mi condición de serio no físico), que llegó en el Museo - junto con varios cientos de visitantes de otras personas, grupos e individuos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Después de estar parado en una rueda de movimiento lento de las personas, que finalmente llegó a las puertas del museo, sí. A medida que el flujo de personas que se rige por la policía de Carabineros y del Vaticano, un policía muy eficiente, el movimiento fue luego a través de cabinas de seguridad y el billete. Eficiencia es la palabra del día. Estábamos reunidos y se movía como ovejas a la masacre. Una vez en el museo real, puede tomar su tiempo a visitar las exposiciones de artefactos exquisitos Egipcio hasta la historia del Vaticano actual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Los tapices, pinturas y esculturas que rodean a medida que viajan a través de los pasillos de muchos que le guiarán por fin a la Capilla Sixtina, la culminación de la visita al Museo del Vaticano. A pesar de que están allí con muchos otros turistas de todo el mundo, me pareció que era casi como si estuviera a solas con los santos de la Iglesia Católica.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mientras estaba sentado en un banco, me di cuenta que estaba sentado en un famoso cardenal de la Iglesia Católica Romana había votado sobre quién sería el próximo Papa. Después de orar por mis amigos y familia en este lugar santo, le pregunté a un guardia del Vaticano si éste era el enclave donde se llevó a cabo para la elección del Papa. Me dijeron que no 5 pies de distancia de mí era el lugar donde estaba situada la estufa donde se queman las papeletas después de cada votación, el humo negro de un voto más aún y el humo blanco para indicar que un Papa había sido elegido. Se nos advirtió al entrar en esta sala, que no habría tomado fotografías mientras que en este lugar sagrado. Yo, sin embargo cuenta de que algunas personas eran realmente furtivamente algunas fotos de la obra restaurada en el techo y las paredes. Créeme, es hermoso y tranquilo. Las escenas de ángeles en las paredes eran absolutamente magnífico. El detalle era una cosa de la belleza. Todas las obras de arte fue inspirador.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por último hacer que mi manera de salir a las calles de Roma de nuevo, he encontrado otro restaurante para almorzar. Los ñoquis con salsa de carne y tomate fue excelente, y media botella de vino tinto ayuda a aliviar la necesidad de caminar de regreso a la terminal de metro para volver al centro de Roma. Después de hacer mi camino de regreso al hotel, inmediatamente tuve un sueño de 4 horas para aliviar el dolor de piernas, largas no utilizados. Después de otra gran comida a mamá de Angela, el resto de la tarde (hasta las 3 am) se destinó sousing en el pub local, con viejos amigos (3 días vale la pena) y los nuevos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fI7dsfDvp-M/TPsaprD4wFI/AAAAAAAAAHI/4A52-n6hrW8/s1600/100_1559.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fI7dsfDvp-M/TPsaprD4wFI/AAAAAAAAAHI/4A52-n6hrW8/s320/100_1559.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547056669272883282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh bien les gens, c'était une journée pleine d'aventures. Tout d'abord, maintenant penser à cela, j'ai dû marcher. Mon médecin m'a dit que je devrais marcher plus pour ma santé cardiaque. Eh bien, je marchais. De mon hôtel à la Centrale de Termini, à travers les nombreux tunnels d'une piste à une autre, j'ai trouvé le quai du métro à droite pour rejoindre le Vatican. Comme j'étais entré dans l'entrée tort, c'était une promenade grave pour ma destination finale. Enfin situé sur le train, je me suis rendu personnes ont tout de même partout où vous allez - dans l'urgence et désespéré d'aller quelque part! Le trajet a été assez agréable et même agréable. Lorsqu'un siège devient disponible, une vieille dame a été surpris quand je lui ai offert le siège. Je suppose que la courtoisie est un art perdu dans certaines parties du monde.&lt;br /&gt;Après son arrivée à la gare proprement dite, encore une fois, j'ai dû marcher. Une dame dans la rue m'a guidé vers la bonne direction pour l'accès au musée du Vatican. Inconnu pour moi, c'était la distance réelle de Voyage pour y arriver. Après 20 minutes de marche (pour moi dans mon état sérieux non physiques), je suis arrivé au Musée - ainsi que plusieurs centaines d'autres visiteurs, des groupes et des individus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Après un repos dans une programmation lent de personnes, je suis finalement arrivé à la porte du musée, lui-même. Comme la circulation des personnes est régie par la police et les carabiniers du Vatican, un corps de garde très efficace, le mouvement a été ensuite à travers des sas de sécurité et de billets. L'efficacité a été le mot de la journée. Nous avons été assemblé et déplacé comme des moutons à l'abattoir. Une fois dans le musée proprement dit, vous pouvez prendre votre temps à visiter les expositions de choix d'objets Egyption jusqu'à l'histoire actuelle du Vatican.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fI7dsfDvp-M/TPsapOCPrBI/AAAAAAAAAHA/EW_miPgAr5I/s1600/100_1565.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fI7dsfDvp-M/TPsapOCPrBI/AAAAAAAAAHA/EW_miPgAr5I/s320/100_1565.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547056661481368594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Les tapisseries, peintures, sculptures et vous entourent que vous Voyage à travers les couloirs de nombreux qui vous guide à la fin de la Chapelle Sixtine, le point culminant de la visite du Musée du Vatican. Bien que vous êtes là avec de nombreux autres touristes de partout dans le monde, j'ai trouvé que c'était presque comme si vous étiez tout seul avec les saints de l'Eglise catholique.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pendant que j'étais assis sur un banc, j'ai réalisé que j'étais assis là où un célèbre cardinal de l'Église catholique romaine a voté sur qui serait le prochain pape. Après avoir prié pour mes amis et la famille dans ce lieu saint, j'ai demandé à un garde du Vatican si c'est là que l'enclave a eu lieu pour l'élection du pape. On m'a dit que pas 5 mètres de moi a été lorsque le poêle est situé là où ils ont brûlé les bulletins de vote après chaque vote, la fumée noire pour un vote non et de la fumée blanche pour indiquer que le pape avait été élu. Nous avons été avertis à l'entrée dans cette chambre, qu'il n'y aurait pas de photos prises alors que dans ce lieu sacré. J'ai cependant remarqué que certaines personnes ont effectivement été furtivement quelques photos de l'œuvre d'art magnifiquement restauré sur le plafond et les murs. Croyez-moi, elle est belle et tranquille. Les scènes ange sur les murs ont été absolument magnifique. Le détail a été de toute beauté. Toutes les œuvres ont été source d'inspiration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fI7dsfDvp-M/TPsaorqYAQI/AAAAAAAAAG4/OeHYt2hOmtw/s1600/100_1580.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fI7dsfDvp-M/TPsaorqYAQI/AAAAAAAAAG4/OeHYt2hOmtw/s320/100_1580.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547056652254445826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enfin faire mon chemin dans les rues de Rome à nouveau, j'ai trouvé un autre restaurant pour déjeuner. Les gnocchi avec sauce à la viande et la tomate a été excellente, et une demi-bouteille de vin rouge contribué à atténuer la nécessité de la marche de retour au terminal de métro pour retourner au centre de Rome. Après avoir fait mon chemin de retour à l'hôtel, j'ai immédiatement eu un sommeil 4 heures pour soulager la douleur des jambes, longtemps inutilisées. Après un autre bon repas au Mamma Angela, le reste de la soirée (jusqu'à 3 heures) ont été dépensés sousing dans le pub local, avec de vieux amis (de 3 jours) et de nouvelles.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5839179255249226975-5801165136203753281?l=theyukoner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theyukoner.blogspot.com/feeds/5801165136203753281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theyukoner.blogspot.com/2010/12/vatican-museum.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5839179255249226975/posts/default/5801165136203753281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5839179255249226975/posts/default/5801165136203753281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theyukoner.blogspot.com/2010/12/vatican-museum.html' title='Vatican Museum'/><author><name>The Yukoner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09344439303998460410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TxDkmRbO_WQ/TwWt2MWlCpI/AAAAAAAAAQc/ZCth_UPm34w/s220/RonWeb2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fI7dsfDvp-M/TPsey5BdGmI/AAAAAAAAAH4/28qtFNOem-Q/s72-c/100_1516.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5839179255249226975.post-5553373660956598155</id><published>2010-12-03T12:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-03T12:56:36.695-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Down Day</title><content type='html'>Well folks, I'm sorry to say, the body has let me down, literally.  Since my travels were so long, my legs and feet have swollen up quite badly.  I have taken today off to allow them to shrink back to normal.  My blog tonight is definitely not inspiring.  I made a couple of small ventures out, but only for necessities, breakfast, supper and a new toothbrush as mine was left at home. The rest of tonight will be spent with my feet raised and resting.&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow, I will venture out again.  First is the subway system to and from the Vatican, then the Vatican itself.  St. Peter's Square is included in a full day of tourism.  Maybe I'll see the Bernini sculpture, Fountain of the Angels from the movie "Angels &amp; Demons".  When I am in Paris, I will try to follow the "Rose Line" from the movie "The Davinci Code" concluding at the Louvres Gallery. &lt;br /&gt;The next few days will be busy for me.  I now have a map which shows where all the sights are located in relationship to my hotel.  I have a good photo of it, so I will post it also.  So much for today. Ciao, amores.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fI7dsfDvp-M/TPlYEZZRn5I/AAAAAAAAAGw/atgknenUl64/s1600/100_1499.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fI7dsfDvp-M/TPlYEZZRn5I/AAAAAAAAAGw/atgknenUl64/s400/100_1499.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546561248643096466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bueno amigos, lo siento decir, el cuerpo me ha defraudado, literalmente. Desde mis viajes eran tan largos, las piernas y los pies se han hinchado bastante mal. Me he tomado hoy de que les permitan reducir a la normalidad. Mi blog esta noche definitivamente no es fuente de inspiración. Hice un par de pequeñas empresas, pero sólo para las necesidades, desayuno, cena y un nuevo cepillo de dientes como el mío se quedó en casa. El resto de la noche se pasó con los pies levantados y apoyados.&lt;br /&gt;Mañana, me atrevo a salir. El primero es el sistema de metro hacia y desde el Vaticano, el propio Vaticano. Plaza de San Pedro está incluido en un día de turismo. Tal vez voy a ver la escultura de Bernini, la Fontana de los Ángeles de la película "Ángeles y demonios". Cuando estoy en París, voy a tratar de seguir la "Línea Rosa" de la película "El Código Davinci", concluyendo en la Galería del Louvre.&lt;br /&gt;Los próximos días estará ocupado para mí. Ahora tengo un mapa que muestra que todos los lugares de interés se encuentran en relación a mi hotel. Tengo una buena foto de él, así que lo publicaremos también. Tanto para hoy. Ciao, amores.&lt;br /&gt;Eh bien les gens, je suis désolé de le dire, le corps a me laisser tomber, littéralement. Depuis mes voyages ont été si longtemps, mes jambes et les pieds ont enflé assez mal. J'ai pris aujourd'hui au large pour leur permettre de reculer à la normale. Mon blog ce soir n'est certainement pas source d'inspiration. J'ai fait une couple de petites entreprises, mais seulement pour les nécessités, le petit déjeuner, le souper et une nouvelle brosse à dents que la mienne a été laissé à la maison. Le reste de ce soir sera passé avec mes pieds surélevés et de repos.&lt;br /&gt;Demain, je me risque à nouveau. Le premier est le réseau de métro vers et depuis le Vatican, le Vatican lui-même. Place Saint-Pierre est incluse dans une journée de tourisme. Peut-être que je vais voir la sculpture du Bernin, Fontaine-des-Anges du film "Anges &amp; Démons". Quand je suis à Paris, je vais essayer de suivre la «Ligne Rose» du film «Le Da Vinci Code», concluant à la Galerie du Louvre.&lt;br /&gt;Les prochains jours seront occupés pour moi. J'ai maintenant une carte qui montre où tous les sites sont situés par rapport à mon hôtel. J'ai une bonne photo de lui, donc je vais le poster aussi. Voilà pour aujourd'hui. Ciao, amores.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5839179255249226975-5553373660956598155?l=theyukoner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theyukoner.blogspot.com/feeds/5553373660956598155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theyukoner.blogspot.com/2010/12/down-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5839179255249226975/posts/default/5553373660956598155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5839179255249226975/posts/default/5553373660956598155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theyukoner.blogspot.com/2010/12/down-day.html' title='A Down Day'/><author><name>The Yukoner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09344439303998460410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TxDkmRbO_WQ/TwWt2MWlCpI/AAAAAAAAAQc/ZCth_UPm34w/s220/RonWeb2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fI7dsfDvp-M/TPlYEZZRn5I/AAAAAAAAAGw/atgknenUl64/s72-c/100_1499.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5839179255249226975.post-4798453086901017771</id><published>2010-12-02T13:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-02T14:26:35.458-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bella Roma!  At Last!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fI7dsfDvp-M/TPgcxK7iD_I/AAAAAAAAAGo/p0eyl1_Jlj4/s1600/100_1491.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fI7dsfDvp-M/TPgcxK7iD_I/AAAAAAAAAGo/p0eyl1_Jlj4/s400/100_1491.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546214572179984370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fI7dsfDvp-M/TPgcwzREsfI/AAAAAAAAAGg/6mny1D7ILuw/s1600/100_1493.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fI7dsfDvp-M/TPgcwzREsfI/AAAAAAAAAGg/6mny1D7ILuw/s400/100_1493.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546214565827883506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fI7dsfDvp-M/TPgcwfdjIjI/AAAAAAAAAGY/IAYfgHrJD74/s1600/100_1494.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fI7dsfDvp-M/TPgcwfdjIjI/AAAAAAAAAGY/IAYfgHrJD74/s400/100_1494.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546214560511500850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fI7dsfDvp-M/TPgcwI6l73I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/Uj_T_Uox7ks/s1600/100_1496.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fI7dsfDvp-M/TPgcwI6l73I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/Uj_T_Uox7ks/s400/100_1496.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546214554459303794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have finally arrived in Rome, Italy.  After wandering the streets of Rome for about an hour, I finally found my hotel.  The weather was cooperating with a beautiful sunny day.  Cosidering that I had left Fairbanks at -37C, this was a very balmy +13C.  People looked at me funny, because they were dressed in winter clothing and I was walking around in a t-shirt, and perspiring freely. After getting situated in my hotel, the first thing I enjoyed was a 7 hour sleep to catch up on some of the sleep I missed on the airplane.  I arose at 1900 hours and went to eat my first real italian meal.&lt;br /&gt;The first thing my waiter, Giovanni, did was to bring me a glass of Italian champagne to celebrate my arrival in Bella Roma!  A supper of fettuccini with portocini mushroom sauce and a veal scallopini with a light lemon sauce began my adventure with foods of Europe.  I sat in an outdoor setting with a late rainstorm brewing around me.  To some people, it would have seemed as if hell was sending me a warning, but I enjoyed my dinner with gusto.  A young man from Argentina, and a second waiter from Romania, helped to make my first evening in Rome a success.&lt;br /&gt;J'ai finalement arrivé à Rome, Italie. Après avoir erré dans les rues de Rome pendant environ une heure, j'ai finalement trouvé mon hôtel. La météo a coopéré avec une belle journée ensoleillée. CONSIDÉRANT que les j'avais quitté Fairbanks à-37C, ce fut une très doux 13 C. Les gens me regardaient drôle, parce qu'ils étaient habillés de vêtements d'hiver et je me promenais dans un t-shirt, et en sueur librement. Après avoir situé dans mon hôtel, la première chose que j'ai apprécié a été un sommeil 7 heures à rattraper son retard sur certains de sommeil j'ai raté l'avion. Je me levai à 1900 heures et est allé manger mon premier vrai repas italien.&lt;br /&gt;La première chose que mon garçon, Giovanni, ne devait m'apporter un verre de champagne italien pour célébrer mon arrivée à Bella Roma! Un souper de fettuccini avec sauce aux champignons portocini et escalopes de veau avec une sauce légère au citron commencé mon aventure avec les aliments de l'Europe. Je me suis assis dans un décor naturel avec un brassage de pluie fin autour de moi. Pour certaines personnes, il aurait semblé que si l'enfer était de m'envoyer un avertissement, mais j'ai apprécié mon dîner avec brio. Un jeune homme de l'Argentine, et un serveur deuxième à partir de la Roumanie, ont contribué à faire ma première soirée à Rome un succès.&lt;br /&gt;Por fin he llegado a Roma, Italia. Después de vagar por las calles de Roma durante una hora, finalmente encontré a mi hotel. El clima está cooperando con un hermoso día soleado. Cosidering que había dejado en Fairbanks-37C, se trataba de una muy suave 13 C. La gente me miraba divertido, porque estaban vestidos con ropa de invierno y yo andaba en una camiseta y sudando. Después de conseguir situado en mi hotel, lo primero que me gustó fue un sueño de 7 horas para ponerse al día sobre algunos de los sueño que me perdí en el avión. Me levanté a las 19.00 horas y se fue a comer mi primera comida italiana de verdad.&lt;br /&gt;Lo primero mi camarero, Giovanni, se fue a traerme un vaso de champán italiano para celebrar mi llegada a Bella Roma! Una cena de fettuccini con salsa de setas y un portocini Escalopines de ternera con salsa de limón luz comenzó mi aventura con los alimentos de Europa. Me senté en un escenario al aire libre con una tormenta a finales de preparación a mi alrededor. Para algunas personas, hubiera parecido como si el infierno se me envía una advertencia, pero he disfrutado de mi cena con gusto. Un joven de Argentina, y un camarero segunda de Rumanía, ha ayudado a hacer mi primera tarde en Roma un éxito.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5839179255249226975-4798453086901017771?l=theyukoner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theyukoner.blogspot.com/feeds/4798453086901017771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theyukoner.blogspot.com/2010/12/bella-roma-at-last.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5839179255249226975/posts/default/4798453086901017771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5839179255249226975/posts/default/4798453086901017771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theyukoner.blogspot.com/2010/12/bella-roma-at-last.html' title='Bella Roma!  At Last!'/><author><name>The Yukoner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09344439303998460410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TxDkmRbO_WQ/TwWt2MWlCpI/AAAAAAAAAQc/ZCth_UPm34w/s220/RonWeb2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fI7dsfDvp-M/TPgcxK7iD_I/AAAAAAAAAGo/p0eyl1_Jlj4/s72-c/100_1491.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5839179255249226975.post-6893481369521122671</id><published>2010-11-09T01:32:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-30T20:47:43.848-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Journey - Day 1 - Nov 30, 2010</title><content type='html'>I left Whitehorse at 6:20 AM this morning, straight from work.  I only had 17 hours to drive to Fairbanks.  I am sitting here in the Fairbanks Airport waiting for the boarding call for the 1:20 AM direct flight to Seattle's SeaTac Airport.  I only saw one critters today and it was a caribou in a big hurry to get away from the traffic.  I have also included a photo of the Terminal here at Fairbanks.  The airline staff were very friendly, even at this hour.  It is a good thing I bought some donuts for a travel lunch to travel non-stop except for gas at the border.  I was tempted to stop and visit Santa at North Pole, but needed the time to get to Fairbanks.  The road was pretty bad, many frost heaves along the way, and a lot of ice.  The snow slowed things down too.  Well, that's all for now.  Until tomorrow.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J'ai quitté Whitehorse à 6h20 ce matin, droit du travail. Je n'ai eu que 17 heures pour se rendre à Fairbanks. Je suis assis ici, à l'aéroport de Fairbanks en attente de l'appel d'embarquement pour le vol AM 1:20 direct à l'aéroport de Seattle SeaTac. J'ai seulement vu une bestioles aujourd'hui et c'était un caribou dans une grande hâte de sortir de la circulation. J'ai aussi inclus une photo du terminal ici à Fairbanks. Le personnel des compagnies aériennes ont été très amicaux, même à cette heure. C'est une bonne chose, j'ai acheté des beignets pour un déjeuner Voyage Voyage non-stop, sauf pour le gaz à la frontière. J'ai été tenté d'arrêter et de visiter Santa au Pôle Nord, mais avait besoin de temps pour se rendre à Fairbanks. La route était très mauvaise, le gel de nombreux soulèvements le long du chemin, et beaucoup de glace. La neige a ralenti les choses aussi. Eh bien, c'est tout pour aujourd'hui. Jusqu'à demain .....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Salí de Whitehorse a las 6:20 horas de esta mañana, directamente desde el trabajo. Yo sólo tenía 17 horas para conducir a Fairbanks. Estoy sentado aquí en el aeropuerto de Fairbanks esperando la llamada de embarque para el vuelo directo a 1:20 SeaTac aeropuerto de Seattle. Yo sólo vi a uno criaturas de hoy y fue un caribú en un gran apuro para escapar del tráfico. También he incluido una foto de la Terminal de aquí, en Fairbanks. El personal de la aerolínea era muy amable, incluso a esta hora. Es una buena cosa que compré unas rosquillas para un almuerzo de viaje para viajar sin parar, excepto para el gas en la frontera. Estuve tentado de parar y visitar Santa en el Polo Norte, pero necesitaba el tiempo para llegar a Fairbanks. El camino era bastante malo, las heladas muchos esfuerzos para levantar a lo largo del camino, y mucho hielo. La nieve se desaceleró las cosas también. Bueno, eso es todo por ahora. Hasta mañana .....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5839179255249226975-6893481369521122671?l=theyukoner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theyukoner.blogspot.com/feeds/6893481369521122671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theyukoner.blogspot.com/2010/11/journey-day-1-nov-30-2010.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5839179255249226975/posts/default/6893481369521122671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5839179255249226975/posts/default/6893481369521122671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theyukoner.blogspot.com/2010/11/journey-day-1-nov-30-2010.html' title='The Journey - Day 1 - Nov 30, 2010'/><author><name>The Yukoner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09344439303998460410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TxDkmRbO_WQ/TwWt2MWlCpI/AAAAAAAAAQc/ZCth_UPm34w/s220/RonWeb2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5839179255249226975.post-609958253275013764</id><published>2010-10-31T15:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-05T11:51:47.436-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dreams do come true.</title><content type='html'>It has been months since I wrote last.  I'm sorry.&lt;br /&gt;All my adult life I have dreamed of travel to foreign places.  Finally, my dream is coming true.  EUROPE, the place where many of the guests come from at the hotel where I work.  EUROPE, the land of history, the land of our forefathers. &lt;br /&gt;The reservations for the flights are all booked and paid for.  Hotels in Rome, London, and Paris are reserved and paid for.  Train schedules are deciphered.  Luggage is planned.  The boss has been notified when I'm leaving.  Friends in Europe have been notified when I'll be there. &lt;br /&gt;This trip will be something I'll remember for the rest of my life.  As I sit here writing this blog, I'm thinking of the places I'll go, the people I'll meet, the historic statues and buildings I'll visit and photograph, and...the food I will sample as I make my way through the many restaurants available in each city.&lt;br /&gt;As the time to depart comes closer, I find myself nervous with anticipation.  I will do my best to write some of my impressions here each day.  I will post a few photos here to show where I've been and what I have done.  My Facebook page will have more of the photos posted.  I will do most of my blog while travelling on the trains between cities, so there will be something new to read here each day.  &lt;br /&gt;Keep in touch, folks.  I hope you like what I will put here.  Until next time, The Yukoner.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5839179255249226975-609958253275013764?l=theyukoner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theyukoner.blogspot.com/feeds/609958253275013764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theyukoner.blogspot.com/2010/10/dreams-do-come-true.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5839179255249226975/posts/default/609958253275013764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5839179255249226975/posts/default/609958253275013764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theyukoner.blogspot.com/2010/10/dreams-do-come-true.html' title='Dreams do come true.'/><author><name>The Yukoner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09344439303998460410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TxDkmRbO_WQ/TwWt2MWlCpI/AAAAAAAAAQc/ZCth_UPm34w/s220/RonWeb2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5839179255249226975.post-5102314952067133831</id><published>2010-04-24T16:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-30T21:38:55.973-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Northern Lights (Aurora Borealis)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fI7dsfDvp-M/S9PmkqwAQzI/AAAAAAAAAEo/sOal4IrEkYQ/s1600/018_24.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fI7dsfDvp-M/S9PmkqwAQzI/AAAAAAAAAEo/sOal4IrEkYQ/s320/018_24.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463964290555855666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fI7dsfDvp-M/S9PmkNrgc0I/AAAAAAAAAEg/Ava3FhC6bu4/s1600/015_21.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fI7dsfDvp-M/S9PmkNrgc0I/AAAAAAAAAEg/Ava3FhC6bu4/s320/015_21.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463964282752365378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fI7dsfDvp-M/S9PmjjehyCI/AAAAAAAAAEY/WCacG4ZxgIs/s1600/011_16A.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fI7dsfDvp-M/S9PmjjehyCI/AAAAAAAAAEY/WCacG4ZxgIs/s320/011_16A.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463964271423637538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Well, as promised, I am able to put up some aurora photos for your enjoyment.  There isn't much time left to take this type of photo as the nights are getting shorter as we approach the longest days of the year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Having good friends with you as you enjoy the beauty of the Yukon night sky with myriad amounts of stars illuminating the sky is such a pleasure.  Having the Northern Lights dance for us, was a treat for all.&lt;br /&gt;These photos were  taken from a back yard in Copper Ridge, Whitehorse and due to a neighbour turning on the yard lights, helped to illuminate the local trees.&lt;br /&gt;This coming Tuesday, the aurora is supposed to be exceptionally bright, so I will be spending a good part of Tuesday night after work taking pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comme j'ai promis, je suis capable de monte les photographs de l'aurore borealis pour vos enjoiment.  Il ni as pas beaucoup des temps pour faire le photographie parsque les nuit ce pas au jour trops vites.&lt;br /&gt;Ces un grande pleasure pour passe la nuit avec des bonnes amies pour regardez les lumiers du nord et d'avoir les lumiers dansez poous nous au meme temps.  Ces photos nos avoir prions dand le jardin a Copper Ridge en Whitehorse.  Un voisin a tourne ces lumiers de jardin quand on a pries les photos.  Cette mardi soir, les lumiers sont suppose l'avoir un lumiers tres brilliant et je va passe la nuit dehors faise encore des photographes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5839179255249226975-5102314952067133831?l=theyukoner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theyukoner.blogspot.com/feeds/5102314952067133831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theyukoner.blogspot.com/2010/04/northern-lights-aurora-borealis.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5839179255249226975/posts/default/5102314952067133831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5839179255249226975/posts/default/5102314952067133831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theyukoner.blogspot.com/2010/04/northern-lights-aurora-borealis.html' title='Northern Lights (Aurora Borealis)'/><author><name>The Yukoner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09344439303998460410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TxDkmRbO_WQ/TwWt2MWlCpI/AAAAAAAAAQc/ZCth_UPm34w/s220/RonWeb2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fI7dsfDvp-M/S9PmkqwAQzI/AAAAAAAAAEo/sOal4IrEkYQ/s72-c/018_24.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5839179255249226975.post-1504859578484908623</id><published>2010-04-23T02:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-23T02:58:07.179-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Aurora Skies</title><content type='html'>Finally, after 9 years in the Yukon, conditions were all lined up for a great night. Two lovely young ladies for company, a sky filled with stars (constellations were abundant), and a sweet show of Northern Lights.  I haven't had a view of the Aurora Borealis when I've had a camera ready to photograph them.  While my lens was open and doing it's job, the sky cooperated by adding a flash of red aurora (not sure if I caught it right).  I won't know if my pictures will be any good as I was using film and long exposures of 30 seconds.  When my film has been processed, if there are any good photographs, I will put them in my next blog, so keep checking here for the next episode in the life of The Yukoner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finalment, apres 9 ans dans le Yukon, les conditions sont parfait pour un bon nuit.  Deux jeune femmes pour compagnier, la ciele plein des etoiles et l'action des Lumieres du Nord.  J'ai ne jamais eu la chance pour les photographes quand j'avais mon camera avec moi.  Aussi, quand le lentier est ouvert, l'aurora est change coleur au rouge, un phenomene rare.  Je n'es c'est pas si iles sont bonnes mais je vais monte les photos apres processment sur mon blog.  Garder ici dans un couple des jours&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5839179255249226975-1504859578484908623?l=theyukoner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theyukoner.blogspot.com/feeds/1504859578484908623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theyukoner.blogspot.com/2010/04/aurora-skies.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5839179255249226975/posts/default/1504859578484908623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5839179255249226975/posts/default/1504859578484908623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theyukoner.blogspot.com/2010/04/aurora-skies.html' title='Aurora Skies'/><author><name>The Yukoner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09344439303998460410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TxDkmRbO_WQ/TwWt2MWlCpI/AAAAAAAAAQc/ZCth_UPm34w/s220/RonWeb2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5839179255249226975.post-3211135329866592484</id><published>2010-04-17T18:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-18T01:13:19.734-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring!  Is it here yet?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fI7dsfDvp-M/S8q6HnRkZCI/AAAAAAAAAEI/xPoYFHaLKJo/s1600/100_0931.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 339px; height: 226px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fI7dsfDvp-M/S8q6HnRkZCI/AAAAAAAAAEI/xPoYFHaLKJo/s400/100_0931.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461382138104669218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hey folks, welcome back.  I'm here at work again, so I'm unable to add photos again until I get home tonight.  I mentioned the last time that I was posting some photos on Facebook and I did.  This time I will post some samples here on "The Blog" and on Facebook.  I have been travelling a little this spring on some of the side roads around Whitehorse (This is the Annie Lake Road on the highway to Skagway, Alaska) and have found some mountain scenery which is just magnificent!  The snow is melting and the swans are returning by the&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fI7dsfDvp-M/S8q7jiBL6eI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/aDQ-gBC_Cww/s1600/Swan+26.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 342px; height: 227px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fI7dsfDvp-M/S8q7jiBL6eI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/aDQ-gBC_Cww/s400/Swan+26.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461383717241743842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;thousands on their way to their nests in the north arctic.  I have some photos already and will add them to my post tonight.  Later....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bonjour, mes amies.  Je suis travaille encore, la, je n'ai pas capable de metes des photos sur mon blog justeque j'arrive chez moi ce soir.  J'ai deja passe sur un couple des chemaines autour de Whitehorse, et j'ai pris beaucoup des photos de les montagnes. Je va mis sur mon blog ce soir, et aussi sur Facebook comme une album.  La neige commence a departe et les cygnes sont arrive en nord.  Bientot iles commencez d'avoir les bebes dans l'arctique de nord.   J'ai pris des photos et je va poste ce soir aussi.  Au tantot!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5839179255249226975-3211135329866592484?l=theyukoner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5839179255249226975/posts/default/3211135329866592484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5839179255249226975/posts/default/3211135329866592484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theyukoner.blogspot.com/2010/04/spring-is-it-here-yet.html' title='Spring!  Is it here yet?'/><author><name>The Yukoner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09344439303998460410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TxDkmRbO_WQ/TwWt2MWlCpI/AAAAAAAAAQc/ZCth_UPm34w/s220/RonWeb2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fI7dsfDvp-M/S8q6HnRkZCI/AAAAAAAAAEI/xPoYFHaLKJo/s72-c/100_0931.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5839179255249226975.post-572177836117241688</id><published>2010-04-05T22:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T03:37:50.332-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring time - At Last!</title><content type='html'>Hi! to all those folks who check here periodically and Welcome to those who might have discovered this site by accident. I'm sorry that my New Years Resolution didn't make it much past New Years.&lt;br /&gt;It's been a bum start to the year with two heart episodes sending me to the hospital. But at least now everything seems to be working fine. Work has been busy and that has kept me going and allows me to pay those pesky bills month after month.&lt;br /&gt;I've finally started using Facebook (Ron Lang mailto:dutchie1944@hotmail.com) and have begun to put some of my photos of the Yukon out to the public. Overall response has been good. Many of the viewers have not been able to get out there to see the beauty which is ours for all to see here in the North. Those of you who are down south have already begun to see flowers blooming and leaves on the trees. Here, our trees haven't even thawed out enough for the sap to flow. Some tourists have even had the opportunity to see the Aurora Borealis (Northern Lights) when they go out at night. For them, this is the reason for them to come to the Yukon at this time of year, not too cold, but still dark enough to enjoy the aerial display of nature.&lt;br /&gt;As I write this blog tonight, I'm at work and not on my own computer, so I am unable to add some photos of the things which happen up here in the north. BUT, if you check out my Facebook page, I have uploaded photos of the beauty of the Yukon, the 2010 Yukon Quest, and some of the big and small animals which share this land with us. I will also be adding some photos of the flora which surrounds us here every year, our Provincial Flower, the Fireweed, and many of the different varieties of colour producing plants which grow here in the Yukon. Also some photos of the snow sculpture from our winter carnival called, Rendezvouz.&lt;br /&gt;All photos presented are those which I have taken personally. For more pictures of places where I have not been, I refer you to alaskastockphotos.com . Almost anything you wish to see about the north, has been photographed by someone somewhere and all that's necessary is to walk your fingers across the keyboard to access any of it.&lt;br /&gt;I will close for now and I hope everyone has had a super Easter weekend. See you soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Et pour mes amies francophone, je va essayer de explique ce que j'ai ecrive avant.  Je vous dire que je suis photographe beaucoup des places dans le Yukon, et j'avais mis beaucoup de cettes photo sur Facebook.  Iles sont de tout chose, les montagnes, les fleurs et aussi les animeux qui s'passe ici.  Rendezvous, et les sculptures de neige, aussi les chiens de la Quest de Yukon, un voyage de 1600 kilometres de Fairbanks, Alaska justque Whitehorse.  Gardez bien et fait tu un comment pour moi S.V.P.  Au tantot!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5839179255249226975-572177836117241688?l=theyukoner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5839179255249226975/posts/default/572177836117241688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5839179255249226975/posts/default/572177836117241688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theyukoner.blogspot.com/2010/04/spring-time-at-last.html' title='Spring time - At Last!'/><author><name>The Yukoner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09344439303998460410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TxDkmRbO_WQ/TwWt2MWlCpI/AAAAAAAAAQc/ZCth_UPm34w/s220/RonWeb2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5839179255249226975.post-2814566052959304458</id><published>2010-01-12T02:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T02:26:14.792-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;   Well, the new year has started and what a year it's going to be.  I'd like to wish all my readers a healthy and prosperous year for 2010.  As usual, I, like many others, have made resolutions, which as many others, usually are set by the wayside as quick as we make them.  This year I only have two - lose weight and stop smoking.  The smoking is a difficult resolution to keep as old habits die hard.  But, I am trying..not always successfully but, non the less, still trying.  Let me know with your comments how your resolutions are going and what they are.&lt;br /&gt;   It's snowing like there's no tomorrow right now, 2 o'clock in the morning.  The temperature is -24 with a chill factor of -31 because of the 17 km wind out of the NW.  Not a good night to be out.  Winter has finally arrived for the Yukon.  The weather has been quite mild for this part of the season, so this cold weather is more true to the northern regions.  It won't be long before we have the winter rendezvous and the finish of the Yukon Quest in February.     Sitting here at work, it's hard to imagine that it is only about 5 weeks until Rendezvous.  Hopefully this year I'll have a better chance to take some pictures of the festivities.&lt;br /&gt;   Good night to all and I look forward to reading your comments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5839179255249226975-2814566052959304458?l=theyukoner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5839179255249226975/posts/default/2814566052959304458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5839179255249226975/posts/default/2814566052959304458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theyukoner.blogspot.com/2010/01/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy New Year'/><author><name>The Yukoner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09344439303998460410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TxDkmRbO_WQ/TwWt2MWlCpI/AAAAAAAAAQc/ZCth_UPm34w/s220/RonWeb2.jpg'/></author></entry></feed>
