<?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-726356758649056843</id><updated>2012-02-17T01:42:42.100+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Moore Time in Italy</title><subtitle type='html'>Your tax dollars hard at work!!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mooretimeinitaly.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/726356758649056843/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mooretimeinitaly.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Moore Time in Italy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04714171055184434267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sqkNAP4-DAo/SHMfc0DQoiI/AAAAAAAAABA/kxmX0gN1FHU/S220/Prague+May+2008+(178).jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>9</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-726356758649056843.post-1862959918309311116</id><published>2009-01-12T10:45:00.018+01:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T07:27:44.640+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Playing Catch Up</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Since my last entry. A lot has gone on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I guess I should start with our trip to Rome in early November.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Thanks to the tip from Giovanna, the Italian Liason at Tom's clinic, we went to see Andrea Bocelli in the Piazza del Polpolo in Rome. It was a national holiday, and the minister of defense put on a free concert featuring the famous tenor. It has been a wish of mine to see Andrea live. So, my wonderful husband took us along with our friend Cindy Harvey and her 2 girls (it was Cindy's Birthday that day) to Rome for the weekend. I was on cloud 9!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290344849431226818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sqkNAP4-DAo/SWsUnHGqacI/AAAAAAAAB4E/SUQZG8Xu2Bo/s320/New+Pictures+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The only bummer about is was that since it was free, there were about 30,000 other people in the piazza, and in keeping with Italian tradition, very little personal space was allowed. But, I was about 75 yards away from Signore Bocelli and we had a big screen right in front of us. I was still a happy girl.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290344849578245154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sqkNAP4-DAo/SWsUnHptvCI/AAAAAAAAB4M/6d8_wzzuTrI/s320/New+Pictures+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;(&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The blurry figure in the center of the picture is Andrea) We stayed for about an hour, our feet were hurting, and the 4 girls had reached their limit. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="319" height="267" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-c626a62ab4a3b0b3" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v15.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dc626a62ab4a3b0b3%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331669384%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D58164A3E092A39D805F5CBD60DA2E2485E2492E7.709291560ADE0E458B2944E1E6D91A7207984FA7%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dc626a62ab4a3b0b3%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dt0P-pPgrSKuiCGar5jGJ0ipWYGA&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="319" height="267" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v15.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dc626a62ab4a3b0b3%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331669384%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D58164A3E092A39D805F5CBD60DA2E2485E2492E7.709291560ADE0E458B2944E1E6D91A7207984FA7%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dc626a62ab4a3b0b3%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dt0P-pPgrSKuiCGar5jGJ0ipWYGA&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;To finish off the weekend, we got another good taste of true Italian living, and had to deal with a transportation strike. Imagine being in Rome and having no buses, Metro or trains. Since we trained up the day before, getting home was going to be a challenge. Instead of fighting with all the other people fighting to get on the few trains they allowed in the evening for commuters, we rented a car and drove home. Viva Italia!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Taking advantage of the 4 day weekend for Thanksgiving, we went to Umbria (the region east of Tuscany). Again we went with Cindy Harvey, but this time her husband, Doug, was home and able to come. We went to Assisi, Montefalco, Cortone, Gubbio, and Norcia. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290355949534568322" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sqkNAP4-DAo/SWsetONh34I/AAAAAAAAB4U/J8fwkClMXy8/s400/New+Pictures+057.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;St. Francis Basilica, Assisi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sqkNAP4-DAo/SWseuGyH15I/AAAAAAAAB40/0n5T_zlgmR8/s1600-h/New+Pictures+105.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290355964720437138" style="WIDTH: 225px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sqkNAP4-DAo/SWseuGyH15I/AAAAAAAAB40/0n5T_zlgmR8/s400/New+Pictures+105.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sqkNAP4-DAo/SWset-rmgzI/AAAAAAAAB4s/S3ZwX9T85lI/s1600-h/New+Pictures+098.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290355962545603378" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sqkNAP4-DAo/SWset-rmgzI/AAAAAAAAB4s/S3ZwX9T85lI/s400/New+Pictures+098.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Taking in the View in Gubbio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sqkNAP4-DAo/SWsetk55GzI/AAAAAAAAB4k/Gz5wl0mOxFY/s1600-h/New+Pictures+067.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290355955626220338" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sqkNAP4-DAo/SWsetk55GzI/AAAAAAAAB4k/Gz5wl0mOxFY/s400/New+Pictures+067.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Victoria in Cortona (&lt;em&gt;Under the Tuscan Sun&lt;/em&gt; location)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Along with visiting these towns for their beauty, we also ate at some restaurants who belong to the Unione del Buon Ricordo ( The Union of Good Memories). When you eat the special dish, usually typical of that area, you also receive a commemorative plate. Doug and Cindy introduced us to this, and I must say, we are hooked. Now, when we travel, going to a "plate restaurant" will always be considered. We now have 4, and that number will grow quickly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sqkNAP4-DAo/SWsetthVNsI/AAAAAAAAB4c/gVk9V0A_iyY/s1600-h/New+Pictures+064.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290355957939123906" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sqkNAP4-DAo/SWsetthVNsI/AAAAAAAAB4c/gVk9V0A_iyY/s400/New+Pictures+064.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Our First Plate, We are so proud! With us is the owner of the restaurant, Giovanni.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;The next big event was Anabelle's 6th birthday on December 14th. She started her big day opening a plethora of gifts from the family. As you can see from the pictures below, she did not like any of them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sqkNAP4-DAo/SWsiOtm2JSI/AAAAAAAAB48/ZT9EHP1w8JU/s1600-h/New+Pictures+173.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290359823432820002" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 112px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sqkNAP4-DAo/SWsiOtm2JSI/AAAAAAAAB48/ZT9EHP1w8JU/s200/New+Pictures+173.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sqkNAP4-DAo/SWsiOnxV4II/AAAAAAAAB5E/pbz9jkTPg48/s1600-h/New+Pictures+174.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290359821866229890" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 112px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sqkNAP4-DAo/SWsiOnxV4II/AAAAAAAAB5E/pbz9jkTPg48/s200/New+Pictures+174.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sqkNAP4-DAo/SWsiO4ICMzI/AAAAAAAAB5M/G1cJENpFvGM/s1600-h/New+Pictures+182.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290359826256376626" style="WIDTH: 112px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sqkNAP4-DAo/SWsiO4ICMzI/AAAAAAAAB5M/G1cJENpFvGM/s200/New+Pictures+182.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sqkNAP4-DAo/SWsi7pNEU8I/AAAAAAAAB5s/bO2-CqBZPlI/s1600-h/New+Pictures+191.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290360595345068994" style="WIDTH: 112px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sqkNAP4-DAo/SWsi7pNEU8I/AAAAAAAAB5s/bO2-CqBZPlI/s200/New+Pictures+191.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sqkNAP4-DAo/SWsiPdK6FmI/AAAAAAAAB5U/9Izg7Pitjv4/s1600-h/New+Pictures+180.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290359836200539746" style="WIDTH: 112px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sqkNAP4-DAo/SWsiPdK6FmI/AAAAAAAAB5U/9Izg7Pitjv4/s200/New+Pictures+180.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sqkNAP4-DAo/SWsiPvk--CI/AAAAAAAAB5c/hqtm3O60Z38/s1600-h/New+Pictures+186.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290359841141749794" style="WIDTH: 112px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sqkNAP4-DAo/SWsiPvk--CI/AAAAAAAAB5c/hqtm3O60Z38/s200/New+Pictures+186.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sqkNAP4-DAo/SWsi7Ru0CpI/AAAAAAAAB5k/KngSKjc2bPo/s1600-h/New+Pictures+189.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290360589044157074" style="WIDTH: 112px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sqkNAP4-DAo/SWsi7Ru0CpI/AAAAAAAAB5k/KngSKjc2bPo/s200/New+Pictures+189.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;We had a very lazy afternoon, then headed to the bar for Anabelle's party. I know, that sounds inappropriate, but in Italy, bars are not only alcohol, they mainly serve coffee and pastries. This particular bar has a room in the back that they rent out for functions. So, we shelled out the euro, and had the party catered. We also hired a girl we know, Mariangela, to entertain the kids. All 23 (mostly Italian) kids had a ball playing games and dancing. My only job was to socialize with the other mom's there. I didn't lift a finger from start to finish. It was the best party EVER! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290366913231738674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sqkNAP4-DAo/SWsorZKoVzI/AAAAAAAAB6k/e38fW9UVraQ/s320/New+Pictures+204.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290366919034811906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sqkNAP4-DAo/SWsoruyMNgI/AAAAAAAAB6s/KvFpwSZ2LI4/s320/New+Pictures+209.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290361425758701474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sqkNAP4-DAo/SWsjr-vGx6I/AAAAAAAAB6U/NbXxqWRT3x0/s320/New+Pictures+272.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290367820749289282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sqkNAP4-DAo/SWspgN7rN0I/AAAAAAAAB60/pf59n3XoVJE/s400/New+Pictures+270.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;The last couple of pictures are of the girls when we took some pictures to send with our Christmas cards. They are beautiful (and goofy) if I do say so myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290367821927222210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sqkNAP4-DAo/SWspgSUhC8I/AAAAAAAAB68/aXikFuMwUI0/s400/New+Pictures+149.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290367826948654850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sqkNAP4-DAo/SWspglBuBwI/AAAAAAAAB7E/OA0iYIHYNFU/s400/New+Pictures+155.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Well, I need to get to cleaning my house and besides, any pictures taken after that are still on our camera. So, once my lazy behind gets them downloaded, I will finish the update. See Ya!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/726356758649056843-1862959918309311116?l=mooretimeinitaly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=c626a62ab4a3b0b3&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mooretimeinitaly.blogspot.com/feeds/1862959918309311116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=726356758649056843&amp;postID=1862959918309311116' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/726356758649056843/posts/default/1862959918309311116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/726356758649056843/posts/default/1862959918309311116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mooretimeinitaly.blogspot.com/2009/01/playing-catch-up.html' title='Playing Catch Up'/><author><name>Moore Time in Italy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04714171055184434267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sqkNAP4-DAo/SHMfc0DQoiI/AAAAAAAAABA/kxmX0gN1FHU/S220/Prague+May+2008+(178).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sqkNAP4-DAo/SWsUnHGqacI/AAAAAAAAB4E/SUQZG8Xu2Bo/s72-c/New+Pictures+005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-726356758649056843.post-1465305121424965252</id><published>2008-12-29T09:28:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T09:39:11.602+01:00</updated><title type='text'>I have no time!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Sorry for the lack of blog entries in the last couple of months. As I am sure with most of you, the holiday season gets very busy. In order for me to get an entry done, I need a good few hours to do it. I haven't had the free time in the last month. Hopefully, this week I will. I have lots of great stuff to tell everyone, so please be patient.&lt;br /&gt;Hope you had a very Merry Christmas and your New Year will be as fabulous as we hope ours will be.&lt;br /&gt;God Bless you all.&lt;br /&gt;Leslie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/726356758649056843-1465305121424965252?l=mooretimeinitaly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mooretimeinitaly.blogspot.com/feeds/1465305121424965252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=726356758649056843&amp;postID=1465305121424965252' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/726356758649056843/posts/default/1465305121424965252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/726356758649056843/posts/default/1465305121424965252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mooretimeinitaly.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-have-no-time.html' title='I have no time!'/><author><name>Moore Time in Italy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04714171055184434267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sqkNAP4-DAo/SHMfc0DQoiI/AAAAAAAAABA/kxmX0gN1FHU/S220/Prague+May+2008+(178).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-726356758649056843.post-4260190413674719312</id><published>2008-10-05T09:26:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T15:20:14.346+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Zu Deutschland, zu Österreich und zur Rückseite Wieder</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Does anyone know what that says? Well, since I had to use Babel Fish (great translation website) to write it, I guess I can let you know. It simply means "To Germany, Austria and Back Again".&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;We recently returned from our trip to Bavaria and the greater Salzburg area. It was a fabulous time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;We started off on Sunday, September 21, with an overnight stop in Modena to break up the long drive. No, we did not buy any vinegar. But, we did get to see a small town Medieval festival. Everyone was dressed in period costumes, with music, crafts and food from that time. It was an unexpected treat to stumble upon while there. The Ferrari factory is not too far away, but we did not make it over there. I couldn't fit one in the back of the car, so I figured we'll come back and pick one up another time..... HA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Monday, we drove up to Austria to a small town just south of Salzburg where we stayed while in that area. The pension was beautiful, and super clean, and the staff (family) were more than accommodating. The highlight of that evening was dining at a Chinese restaurant. Just what we drove to Austria to do! Not really our first choice, but since all other restaurants within walking distance of our hotel were closed on Mondays, we ate there. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Tuesday, we hopped on the train and went to Munich for Oktoberfest. It was "family day" and supposedly one of the less crowded days at the festival. If that were true, I would hate to be there on a busy day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;We had lunch in the Hofbrau "tent" with about a thousand of our closest friends. These structures are unbelievable! I will post a picture of it at the end. We found a place at one of the tables, and had real German fare and a liter of beer. Even Tom drank one! He figures, when in Rome...I mean Munich... There was a band and after every song, everyone sang a toasting song. We "prost"ed with everyone at our table. It was quite fun and everyone was in a festive mood. After lunch, we walked around the rest of the fairgrounds. We rode some rides, played some games, and ate some treats. After our wallets were empty, we headed for home. We had a great time, but I don't know if I would go again. But, we can check off one more thing in our &lt;em&gt;1,000 Places to See Before You Die&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sqkNAP4-DAo/SOiuDXSn_gI/AAAAAAAABxA/esVFbUo2Sm8/s1600-h/Germany-Austria+2008+(12).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253640338142658050" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sqkNAP4-DAo/SOiuDXSn_gI/AAAAAAAABxA/esVFbUo2Sm8/s320/Germany-Austria+2008+(12).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sqkNAP4-DAo/SOiuDaLPCcI/AAAAAAAABxI/PnIGiEgH5f4/s1600-h/Germany-Austria+2008+(16).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253640338916968898" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sqkNAP4-DAo/SOiuDaLPCcI/AAAAAAAABxI/PnIGiEgH5f4/s320/Germany-Austria+2008+(16).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sqkNAP4-DAo/SOiuDibPYqI/AAAAAAAABxQ/wcgNbuVQ9HY/s1600-h/Germany-Austria+2008+(17).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253640341131584162" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sqkNAP4-DAo/SOiuDibPYqI/AAAAAAAABxQ/wcgNbuVQ9HY/s320/Germany-Austria+2008+(17).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sqkNAP4-DAo/SOiuDlsGR8I/AAAAAAAABxY/tqPSsiWLv_8/s1600-h/Germany-Austria+2008+(19).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253640342007596994" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sqkNAP4-DAo/SOiuDlsGR8I/AAAAAAAABxY/tqPSsiWLv_8/s320/Germany-Austria+2008+(19).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sqkNAP4-DAo/SOiveHzZZ-I/AAAAAAAABxg/jIGUO7CB_qc/s1600-h/Germany-Austria+2008+(42).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253641897353242594" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sqkNAP4-DAo/SOiveHzZZ-I/AAAAAAAABxg/jIGUO7CB_qc/s320/Germany-Austria+2008+(42).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sqkNAP4-DAo/SOivea_e3wI/AAAAAAAABxo/KRbk_HhXC7A/s1600-h/Germany-Austria+2008+(55).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253641902504206082" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sqkNAP4-DAo/SOivea_e3wI/AAAAAAAABxo/KRbk_HhXC7A/s320/Germany-Austria+2008+(55).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Wednesday, we took a bus tour to the salt mines near Berchtesgaden. We have been there before, but Anabelle was only 6 months old. We thought it would be fun for the girls to do again.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sqkNAP4-DAo/SOixBXu7xYI/AAAAAAAAByI/fLtmlynx7VA/s1600-h/Germany-Austria+2008+(75).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253643602436539778" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sqkNAP4-DAo/SOixBXu7xYI/AAAAAAAAByI/fLtmlynx7VA/s320/Germany-Austria+2008+(75).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sqkNAP4-DAo/SOiveqpYRAI/AAAAAAAABx4/QOiQPesSx3g/s1600-h/Germany-Austria+2008+(70).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253641906706465794" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sqkNAP4-DAo/SOiveqpYRAI/AAAAAAAABx4/QOiQPesSx3g/s320/Germany-Austria+2008+(70).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;The bus dropped us off right across the street from Mirabell gardens in downtown Salzburg. A lot of the scenes from the "Do, Re, Mi" song in&lt;em&gt; The Sound of Music&lt;/em&gt; were filmed there. The girls are big fans of the movie, so they enjoyed singing and acting things out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sqkNAP4-DAo/SOixCFlxu5I/AAAAAAAAByo/C1J8ftNXTao/s1600-h/Germany-Austria+2008+(100).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253643614746164114" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sqkNAP4-DAo/SOixCFlxu5I/AAAAAAAAByo/C1J8ftNXTao/s320/Germany-Austria+2008+(100).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sqkNAP4-DAo/SOixBvgZkoI/AAAAAAAAByQ/ATTRYnqc4Qs/s1600-h/Germany-Austria+2008+(91).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253643608818029186" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sqkNAP4-DAo/SOixBvgZkoI/AAAAAAAAByQ/ATTRYnqc4Qs/s320/Germany-Austria+2008+(91).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sqkNAP4-DAo/SOixB3cVoaI/AAAAAAAAByY/sckH3LWtKUs/s1600-h/Germany-Austria+2008+(94).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253643610948477346" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sqkNAP4-DAo/SOixB3cVoaI/AAAAAAAAByY/sckH3LWtKUs/s320/Germany-Austria+2008+(94).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sqkNAP4-DAo/SOixBytL5VI/AAAAAAAAByg/sHfr75aab64/s1600-h/Germany-Austria+2008+(96).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253643609676965202" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sqkNAP4-DAo/SOixBytL5VI/AAAAAAAAByg/sHfr75aab64/s320/Germany-Austria+2008+(96).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Thursday, we drove out into Bavaria to the town of Oberammergau. My intention was to buy a nativity set from there. They are well known for their wood carvings. But.....I was not willing to pay 200-300 Euro PER FIGURE for it. Now, the set I was looking at was one of the larger ones, but I didn't want a tiny set. The town is very cute, and well worth a stroll around, and I did go into a Christmas shop and bought a nutcracker and smoker to add to my collection. So, Leslie is now a happy girl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sqkNAP4-DAo/SOizwu_jI6I/AAAAAAAAByw/-CC1dCyL9Us/s1600-h/Germany-Austria+2008+(112).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253646615157351330" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sqkNAP4-DAo/SOizwu_jI6I/AAAAAAAAByw/-CC1dCyL9Us/s320/Germany-Austria+2008+(112).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;On our way home, we stopped in Ettal, where there is a beautiful monastery. We walked around there for a while, then bought some wine and beer that they produce. Gotta support the brothers!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sqkNAP4-DAo/SOizwyNSzjI/AAAAAAAABy4/nI4wLXImtJo/s1600-h/Germany-Austria+2008+(129).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253646616020307506" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sqkNAP4-DAo/SOizwyNSzjI/AAAAAAAABy4/nI4wLXImtJo/s320/Germany-Austria+2008+(129).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Friday, we drove over to Chiemsee, and took a ferry over to an island where King Ludwig II built, or was in the process of building, the palace, Herrenchiemsee. He was making a replica of Verseille, but didn't finish it because he ran out of money. How does a king run out of money!!!! Anyway, we took a tour of the palace and got to see some of the unfinished part. It was very interesting. The grounds of course were beautiful, and we had good weather, so we did a lot of walking around.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sqkNAP4-DAo/SOizw3WnSyI/AAAAAAAABzA/9ALC2H4EyJg/s1600-h/Germany-Austria+2008+(134).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253646617401576226" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sqkNAP4-DAo/SOizw3WnSyI/AAAAAAAABzA/9ALC2H4EyJg/s320/Germany-Austria+2008+(134).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sqkNAP4-DAo/SOizxCpSVoI/AAAAAAAABzI/IBd7YDeXZOY/s1600-h/Germany-Austria+2008+(136).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253646620432684674" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sqkNAP4-DAo/SOizxCpSVoI/AAAAAAAABzI/IBd7YDeXZOY/s320/Germany-Austria+2008+(136).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sqkNAP4-DAo/SOizxA3MVyI/AAAAAAAABzQ/65xyd_CDgDk/s1600-h/Germany-Austria+2008+(162).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253646619954140962" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sqkNAP4-DAo/SOizxA3MVyI/AAAAAAAABzQ/65xyd_CDgDk/s320/Germany-Austria+2008+(162).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;That evening we went to &lt;em&gt;The Sound of Salzburg &lt;/em&gt;dinner show. We ate mediocre banquet food and saw a corny show, but the girls enjoyed it, so it was worth it. The singers were very talented, so I can't completely trash it, but my suggestion is to avoid it if you are ever in Salzburg.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Saturday, we went to Schloss Hellbrunn, right outside of downtown Salzburg. It is a palace built by a Prince Archbishop back in the early 1600's. The main attraction of this palace is the trick water fountains. The prince got is kicks from getting his guests wet as they walked through the gardens. He even had a table outdoors that squirted water out of the seats and table and got his guests soaked. Of course his chair did not come with a water feature. It was a chilly and damp morning, so the girls were not able to get wet, so that was a bummer for them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sqkNAP4-DAo/SOi16eMpOMI/AAAAAAAABzY/hoioNuAL1RA/s1600-h/Germany-Austria+2008+(201).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253648981470820546" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sqkNAP4-DAo/SOi16eMpOMI/AAAAAAAABzY/hoioNuAL1RA/s320/Germany-Austria+2008+(201).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sqkNAP4-DAo/SOi16iFTbvI/AAAAAAAABzg/MrjvqQ2zPog/s1600-h/Germany-Austria+2008+(215).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253648982513774322" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sqkNAP4-DAo/SOi16iFTbvI/AAAAAAAABzg/MrjvqQ2zPog/s320/Germany-Austria+2008+(215).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sqkNAP4-DAo/SOi16wZ7MpI/AAAAAAAABzo/yrDx_Po-k2Q/s1600-h/Germany-Austria+2008+(232).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253648986358362770" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sqkNAP4-DAo/SOi16wZ7MpI/AAAAAAAABzo/yrDx_Po-k2Q/s320/Germany-Austria+2008+(232).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sqkNAP4-DAo/SOi17M3ifgI/AAAAAAAABzw/L6MoE2KGwWs/s1600-h/Germany-Austria+2008+(234).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253648993998765570" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sqkNAP4-DAo/SOi17M3ifgI/AAAAAAAABzw/L6MoE2KGwWs/s320/Germany-Austria+2008+(234).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;To redeem the day, we walked over to the palace zoo. While there, the sun decided to come out, so the rest of the day was gorgeous.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sqkNAP4-DAo/SOi3mkBAXaI/AAAAAAAAB0A/3wphFSh2q74/s1600-h/Germany-Austria+2008+(263).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253650838458490274" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sqkNAP4-DAo/SOi3mkBAXaI/AAAAAAAAB0A/3wphFSh2q74/s320/Germany-Austria+2008+(263).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sqkNAP4-DAo/SOi3mCszzwI/AAAAAAAABz4/uzjW6Lb3bRE/s1600-h/Germany-Austria+2008+(249).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253650829515411202" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sqkNAP4-DAo/SOi3mCszzwI/AAAAAAAABz4/uzjW6Lb3bRE/s320/Germany-Austria+2008+(249).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sqkNAP4-DAo/SOi3mneSGAI/AAAAAAAAB0I/S_eXt9l7lyw/s1600-h/Germany-Austria+2008+(274).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253650839386593282" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sqkNAP4-DAo/SOi3mneSGAI/AAAAAAAAB0I/S_eXt9l7lyw/s320/Germany-Austria+2008+(274).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;We walked the rest of the grounds and saw the gazebo from none other than......&lt;em&gt;The Sound of Music&lt;/em&gt;. We took the obligatory pictures in front of it and found a wonderful playground where the kids frolicked for a while. You got to hand it to the Germans/Austrians, they make some beautiful parks and playgrounds.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sqkNAP4-DAo/SOi3mwPGj2I/AAAAAAAAB0Q/4erwBDPbKT4/s1600-h/Germany-Austria+2008+(283).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253650841738841954" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sqkNAP4-DAo/SOi3mwPGj2I/AAAAAAAAB0Q/4erwBDPbKT4/s320/Germany-Austria+2008+(283).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sqkNAP4-DAo/SOi3m4vSI0I/AAAAAAAAB0Y/KJargCS5e6I/s1600-h/Germany-Austria+2008+(299).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253650844021302082" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sqkNAP4-DAo/SOi3m4vSI0I/AAAAAAAAB0Y/KJargCS5e6I/s320/Germany-Austria+2008+(299).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Sunday, we went up to the fortress in Salzburg. We got to see some gorgeous views of the city with the snow capped Alps in the background.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sqkNAP4-DAo/SOi6KAWLR_I/AAAAAAAAB0o/bKClK9D8eDQ/s1600-h/Germany-Austria+2008+(321).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253653646382155762" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sqkNAP4-DAo/SOi6KAWLR_I/AAAAAAAAB0o/bKClK9D8eDQ/s320/Germany-Austria+2008+(321).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sqkNAP4-DAo/SOi6JiSF_lI/AAAAAAAAB0g/SnL1gZseqMY/s1600-h/Germany-Austria+2008+(350).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253653638311968338" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sqkNAP4-DAo/SOi6JiSF_lI/AAAAAAAAB0g/SnL1gZseqMY/s320/Germany-Austria+2008+(350).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sqkNAP4-DAo/SOi6KTBNNDI/AAAAAAAAB0w/hI36T4GqP7g/s1600-h/Germany-Austria+2008+(371).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253653651394475058" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sqkNAP4-DAo/SOi6KTBNNDI/AAAAAAAAB0w/hI36T4GqP7g/s320/Germany-Austria+2008+(371).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sqkNAP4-DAo/SOi6KkX4bYI/AAAAAAAAB04/QUh4JpCr7VU/s1600-h/Germany-Austria+2008+(380).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253653656052985218" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sqkNAP4-DAo/SOi6KkX4bYI/AAAAAAAAB04/QUh4JpCr7VU/s320/Germany-Austria+2008+(380).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;We ate lunch at a wurst stand, walked around the town, and watched some street performers. Some of them were really awesome. That afternoon, Anabelle and I went back to the hotel to start packing, and Victoria and Tom took a gondola to the top of the Untersburg Mountain, which was very close to where we were staying. Leslie doesn't care for heights all that much, so I was glad to pass on that one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sqkNAP4-DAo/SOi6K53YYAI/AAAAAAAAB1A/0UaupnlkU98/s1600-h/Germany-Austria+2008+(417).jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sqkNAP4-DAo/SOi7xVLMS7I/AAAAAAAAB1Y/Re4aEea6Tak/s1600-h/Germany-Austria+2008+(402).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253655421499755442" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sqkNAP4-DAo/SOi7xVLMS7I/AAAAAAAAB1Y/Re4aEea6Tak/s320/Germany-Austria+2008+(402).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sqkNAP4-DAo/SOi7wZp2yOI/AAAAAAAAB1I/uj4jYiED-as/s1600-h/Germany-Austria+2008+(426).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253655405522241762" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sqkNAP4-DAo/SOi7wZp2yOI/AAAAAAAAB1I/uj4jYiED-as/s320/Germany-Austria+2008+(426).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sqkNAP4-DAo/SOi7ww1niKI/AAAAAAAAB1Q/UjxA0z9VMx8/s1600-h/Germany-Austria+2008+(424).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253655411745589410" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sqkNAP4-DAo/SOi7ww1niKI/AAAAAAAAB1Q/UjxA0z9VMx8/s320/Germany-Austria+2008+(424).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Monday we headed back to Italy. We stopped in Vicenza where there is an Army base. We stayed at the Lodge on base and ate some American comfort food (fast food).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;We were back home by Tuesday evening, and I have been working semi-hard since then to get everything washed and/or put away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;That area of the world is one of our favorites. You could probably tell since we have been to either Germany and/or Austria 5 times in our collective 3 years in Europe. We will probably go back again. There is still so much to see and do. Hope you enjoyed my recap of our trip. Sorry it was so long.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Con molto affetto, mit vieler Neigung,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;The Moore Family&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/726356758649056843-4260190413674719312?l=mooretimeinitaly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mooretimeinitaly.blogspot.com/feeds/4260190413674719312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=726356758649056843&amp;postID=4260190413674719312' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/726356758649056843/posts/default/4260190413674719312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/726356758649056843/posts/default/4260190413674719312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mooretimeinitaly.blogspot.com/2008/10/zu-deutschland-zu-sterreich-und-zur.html' title='Zu Deutschland, zu Österreich und zur Rückseite Wieder'/><author><name>Moore Time in Italy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04714171055184434267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sqkNAP4-DAo/SHMfc0DQoiI/AAAAAAAAABA/kxmX0gN1FHU/S220/Prague+May+2008+(178).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sqkNAP4-DAo/SOiuDXSn_gI/AAAAAAAABxA/esVFbUo2Sm8/s72-c/Germany-Austria+2008+(12).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-726356758649056843.post-2814462352170021173</id><published>2008-09-04T07:49:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T00:49:47.265+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Labor Day Weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Well, we had your average Labor Day weekend. We spent a lot of time at the beach and playing around in the water. The only difference was, we were on a little island in the Mediterranean Sea. We went with two other families that live on our "compound", to the small resort island of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ponza&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. It is right off the coast of where we live, just north of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Ischia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and Capri. Not well known to the American tourists, but very popular with Italians. It is very similar to La Maddalena, where we did our last Italian tour. We took a ferry over on Saturday morning, got settled in our apartment and went down a PLETHORA of steep stairs to the "beach". I use that term loosely, because there was no sand to be found, everyone was laying on the rock. You will get the idea from the pictures. The area was called &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;piscine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;naturali&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, natural pools, because there were several spots in the cove that dipped down and looked like swimming pools. One in particular was surrounded by rock. That is the one where I spent all my time floating around. The water was very salty, so you were able to stay afloat without much effort. There were also spots on the rocks around the water where you could jump in, some higher than others. It was what I consider wimpy cliff diving. There were sea urchins to be careful about as well as a few jellyfish. Tom actually got a good sting from one of the jellies. Just a little &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;souvenir&lt;/span&gt; from the natives.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;On Sunday, we went on a boat ride around &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Ponza&lt;/span&gt; and another small island, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Palmarola&lt;/span&gt;. We stopped in several places on got to jump in the water. The rock formations were quite interesting and different from each other. The water was so blue and clear. It was amazing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;We made our way home on Monday afternoon and got ready for the week. We all had a great time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;As far as our day to day life, we are pretty boring. Victoria started school on the 25&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; of August. She seems to be doing well. She is even tolerating the commute down to Naples. We are trying to encourage her to use that hour productively. She is required to read 25 books this year. With as much time as she has and as much as she enjoys reading, that shouldn't be a problem. She is also able to get some of her homework done on the ride home. I think she is going to knock our socks off this year. It will be a nice change from the challenges we had last year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Anabelle starts back at the Italian school on the 12&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; of September. Thanks to the closing of the American school here in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Gaeta&lt;/span&gt;, we get funding to pay her tuition as well as an allowance for an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Italian&lt;/span&gt; tutor. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Sooo&lt;/span&gt;, I am hoping that she will be able to ramble on in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Italian&lt;/span&gt; before we know it. Maybe she will give her mom and dad a lesson or two.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Tom's job has not changed a bit in the last month. We are still holding our breath to see what will become of the clinic. The hospital in Naples was nice enough to grant Tom's leave request for the end of September. We are off to Germany and Oktoberfest. We are staying outside of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Salzburg&lt;/span&gt; and are going to travel around Bavaria from there. We just love Germany. We were there before, but didn't get to see everything. We will go back to a couple of places we really enjoyed. I think the girls will have fun too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;So, that's all for now. I will have a new entry when we return the beginning of October.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Ciao Tutti!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242104291350847970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sqkNAP4-DAo/SL-yFEGEoeI/AAAAAAAABt8/b0f5YMNpSh4/s400/New+pictures+042.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Tom, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Lello&lt;/span&gt; and Aaron on the ferry to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Ponza&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242105417739593538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sqkNAP4-DAo/SL-zGoOE50I/AAAAAAAABuE/SEdB6G4NEjo/s400/New+pictures+054.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242105420808318162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sqkNAP4-DAo/SL-zGzpt7NI/AAAAAAAABuM/MDisFdQW_uo/s400/New+pictures+076.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Leslie, Anabelle and Julia at the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Piscine&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Naturali&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;See? No sand, just rock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242106512264644034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sqkNAP4-DAo/SL-0GVpLxcI/AAAAAAAABuU/sobFRmmB4g8/s400/New+pictures+083.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;The view from our apartment. The natural pools are to the right of the boats.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242107253596225874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sqkNAP4-DAo/SL-0xfUaAVI/AAAAAAAABuc/xSyNgl0w9BE/s400/New+pictures+151.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242107256584365154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sqkNAP4-DAo/SL-0xqc1ZGI/AAAAAAAABuk/HldFVTza8gw/s400/New+pictures+152.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Faye, Victoria, Tom and Anabelle on the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;tourboat&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242108672237643490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sqkNAP4-DAo/SL-2EEK4JuI/AAAAAAAABus/0u4DJzeMuq0/s400/New+pictures+181.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242108674797544450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sqkNAP4-DAo/SL-2ENtNJAI/AAAAAAAABu0/8srIrnpK11w/s400/New+pictures+185.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Tom and the girls, and Madison and Anabelle swimming off the side of the boat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Pretty water, huh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242111947520299106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sqkNAP4-DAo/SL-5CtjHUGI/AAAAAAAABvc/sv4Z8WbOvZA/s400/New+pictures+109.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242111949011732642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sqkNAP4-DAo/SL-5CzGsyKI/AAAAAAAABvk/9ZFrF4dU3N8/s400/New+pictures+146.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242109951163620834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sqkNAP4-DAo/SL-3Ogil3eI/AAAAAAAABvU/0QS6TiVhrjY/s400/New+pictures+218.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242111954002313906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sqkNAP4-DAo/SL-5DFsjArI/AAAAAAAABvs/qFFtAeTetw8/s400/New+pictures+155.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242111959390978770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sqkNAP4-DAo/SL-5DZxTgtI/AAAAAAAABv0/XA9GuDdSu2A/s400/New+pictures+176.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242111961238784130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sqkNAP4-DAo/SL-5Dgp2yII/AAAAAAAABv8/inaY6oIggTU/s400/New+pictures+177.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Some of the scenery from the boat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242672033553511682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sqkNAP4-DAo/SMG2cAnU9QI/AAAAAAAABwc/iV8yMg66NbY/s400/New+pictures+253.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Madison, Anabelle, Garrett, and Victoria enjoying some of the views.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/726356758649056843-2814462352170021173?l=mooretimeinitaly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mooretimeinitaly.blogspot.com/feeds/2814462352170021173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=726356758649056843&amp;postID=2814462352170021173' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/726356758649056843/posts/default/2814462352170021173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/726356758649056843/posts/default/2814462352170021173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mooretimeinitaly.blogspot.com/2008/09/our-labor-day-weekend.html' title='Our Labor Day Weekend'/><author><name>Moore Time in Italy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04714171055184434267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sqkNAP4-DAo/SHMfc0DQoiI/AAAAAAAAABA/kxmX0gN1FHU/S220/Prague+May+2008+(178).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sqkNAP4-DAo/SL-yFEGEoeI/AAAAAAAABt8/b0f5YMNpSh4/s72-c/New+pictures+042.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-726356758649056843.post-7463229315801449222</id><published>2008-08-06T08:48:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T13:54:24.575+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Dog Days of Summer</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;I am sure everyone is wondering where in the world is a new post?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Well, unfortunately, we haven't done much that is newsworthy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;The girls have been swimming and playing with neighbors and I have been trying to stay as cool as possible. The weather has finally gotten to the "stinking hot" time. Air conditioning is not a norm here in Italy. We do have it in our house, the landlord just installed it for us last month. We normally don't use it during the day, but we turn our units on in our bedrooms at night. I can't imagine being without now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Tom's job is at a standstill. Let me fill everyone in on what's going on here. The powers that be have decided to downsize the base here in Gaeta. So, the small base that we have (one large building) is going to close and move down to the pier where the flag ship for 6th Fleet is. No one understands why. We live in paradise, but someone decided that having everything down in Naples is a better idea. If anyone doesn't know, Naples is a corrupt nasty city. I am sure everyone has seen the trash issues they have been having. That is just one thing. There are a plethora of other issues. Anyway, there was not room for the clinic at the pier. They are having to move trailers in for some of the departments as it is. The naval hospital in Naples has negotiated with one of the private clinics here in town to let us lease a space from which to see patients. There is a bunch of red tape that needs to be sorted out before Tom can move the clinic over there. It is much smaller than the space he is in now, so for the last 2 months, they have been getting rid of everything they don't need. That job is now finished, so he is doing a lot of thumb twiddling. Our population is relatively healthy and add on the fact that it is not cold/flu season and that people are off on vacation, Tom is definitely not overworked at the moment. Most people would say, "Aw, poor baby. I really feel for you." But, Tom actually has a work ethic and doesn't like to not be productive. We shall see how this all works out. We are as unsure as everybody else. That includes the people who are supposed to be making the decisions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;I am including a few more pictures of the girls' trip back to the states. Hope you enjoy, and hopefully, something exciting will happen in the next little while for us to tell everyone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sqkNAP4-DAo/SJl_x7uNcHI/AAAAAAAABrw/Y7Nk20hSubU/s1600-h/New+pictures+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231352937989369970" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sqkNAP4-DAo/SJl_x7uNcHI/AAAAAAAABrw/Y7Nk20hSubU/s400/New+pictures+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Happy Birthday Pop-Pop!!!! Tom's dad had a birthday while he was here last month. I made him a "Birthday Pie" since that is what he prefers. Of course the girls helped blow out the candles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sqkNAP4-DAo/SJmFen3hSTI/AAAAAAAABsY/ENDHBspClDY/s1600-h/New+pictures+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231359203311962418" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sqkNAP4-DAo/SJmFen3hSTI/AAAAAAAABsY/ENDHBspClDY/s400/New+pictures+012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;We dog-sat our friend's dog, Missy Lou, while they went back to the states. She is very sweet and easy going and was a joy to have. I am begging them to go out of town again so we can watch her. Here she is with Anabelle taking a little rest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231357820354565714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sqkNAP4-DAo/SJmEOH8yFlI/AAAAAAAABsA/DGkBKf0ijPc/s400/Charleston+pics+023.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Anabelle is serving tea to our cousin Joe on my mother's porch. She is such a good hostess!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231357819289177554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sqkNAP4-DAo/SJmEOD-xjdI/AAAAAAAABsI/MqpMmg8cudw/s400/Charleston+pics+029.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;This is Victoria, Anabelle, my mother, Marlene with our cousin Edie during her and her son Joe's visit to my parent's house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231357823460253202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sqkNAP4-DAo/SJmEOThPHhI/AAAAAAAABsQ/dKbQuJ1KBpc/s400/Charleston+pics+037.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Just a day at the beach with Aunt Stacy and cousin James. I just don't understand how Victoria can stand all that sand all over her!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231359743222242882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sqkNAP4-DAo/SJmF-DMKXkI/AAAAAAAABsg/qNri4sHQ9nA/s400/Charleston+pics+045.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231359747926316994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sqkNAP4-DAo/SJmF-Uts18I/AAAAAAAABso/V54EGWFpeVQ/s400/Charleston+pics+047.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231359747038504994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sqkNAP4-DAo/SJmF-RaB6CI/AAAAAAAABsw/TRx-IBe4AWI/s400/Charleston+pics+051.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231359751628834402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sqkNAP4-DAo/SJmF-igcxmI/AAAAAAAABs4/l1_YtwkA7o8/s400/Charleston+pics+059.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;My mom took the girls to the aquarium in Charleston with my sister, Stacy and my nephew James. You can tell who is the animal lover in the family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231360768226746626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sqkNAP4-DAo/SJmG5toR4QI/AAAAAAAABtA/CD8Txj3r5No/s400/Charleston+pics+084.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Another picture of Victoria and Anabelle at the beach by Jim and Dixie's house. They are with our friend Kelly's daughter, Sophia. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231361682206457362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sqkNAP4-DAo/SJmHu6eBfhI/AAAAAAAABtI/6-zk8dPApAg/s400/Charleston+pics+108.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Uncle Jim and Granddaddy took the girls out in the kayak on Lake Marion where Jim and Stacy have a house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231362627649745378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sqkNAP4-DAo/SJmIl8hRMeI/AAAAAAAABtQ/7TX46S3hvjs/s400/Charleston+pics+130.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231362630886465170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sqkNAP4-DAo/SJmImIk9npI/AAAAAAAABtY/hkRdSs58wXs/s400/Charleston+pics+132.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231362636745766450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sqkNAP4-DAo/SJmImeZ7djI/AAAAAAAABtg/ulyh3nC3PI4/s400/Charleston+pics+148.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Here are some pictures of the girls with my mom and nephew at my friend Amy's boyfriend Peter's farm. Peter is on the 4-wheeler with the kids. They had an awesome time!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231363788941496978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sqkNAP4-DAo/SJmJpiqzEpI/AAAAAAAABto/0uyIlwFUnOs/s400/Charleston+pics+160.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;This is something only a Granddaddy would let you do!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231364311686891746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sqkNAP4-DAo/SJmKH-DAyOI/AAAAAAAABtw/0048mvYgNcI/s400/Charleston+pics+190.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;The Sassy Molassy's posing in their new dresses. Boy, are we in trouble&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/726356758649056843-7463229315801449222?l=mooretimeinitaly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mooretimeinitaly.blogspot.com/feeds/7463229315801449222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=726356758649056843&amp;postID=7463229315801449222' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/726356758649056843/posts/default/7463229315801449222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/726356758649056843/posts/default/7463229315801449222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mooretimeinitaly.blogspot.com/2008/08/dog-days-of-summer.html' title='Dog Days of Summer'/><author><name>Moore Time in Italy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04714171055184434267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sqkNAP4-DAo/SHMfc0DQoiI/AAAAAAAAABA/kxmX0gN1FHU/S220/Prague+May+2008+(178).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sqkNAP4-DAo/SJl_x7uNcHI/AAAAAAAABrw/Y7Nk20hSubU/s72-c/New+pictures+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-726356758649056843.post-7709772851009041087</id><published>2008-07-21T12:28:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T13:26:06.513+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Just a Few Pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_sqkNAP4-DAo/SIRv-XkxuXI/AAAAAAAABrg/2ztwR4R4jlY/s1600-h/Dad+and+Barb%27s+pics+114.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Just wanted to show everyone a few pictures of Victoria and Anabelle's trip to the States.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225421582095587010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_sqkNAP4-DAo/SIRtPlJ3lsI/AAAAAAAABrQ/5avdATHoH9Y/s400/victoria_and_anabelle_2008_057.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Getting some snuggle time with Jim (Uncle Biggs) at Jim and Dixie's beach house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225413456655804802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_sqkNAP4-DAo/SIRl2niD6YI/AAAAAAAABqo/i0NlwJxbwI8/s400/victoria+and+anabelle+2008+086.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;The girls got to have ice cream with their godfather, Bo (or O'Bo as Anabelle used to call him) and their Auntie Dixie. Bo lives in Florida and is going to law school. He was up in Charleston to get ready to go on a mission trip to Guatemala, and he was able to squeeze in a quick visit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225414044806985234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_sqkNAP4-DAo/SIRmY2kOthI/AAAAAAAABqw/64uLVSK3RLU/s400/victoria+and+anabelle+2008+101.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Their godmother, Amy (or Aunt May), got lots more time with them. She lives in Charleston, so they had time at the beach, at her boyfriend Peter's farm, and at church. For anyone who doesn't know, Bo and Amy are brother and sister. They are some of our best friends. Tom has known them since they were little, I came into the picture much later. Dixie and Jim are their parents and were Tom and my youth group leaders when we were in highschool. Though not blood relations, they are just as much part of our family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225415222330361170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_sqkNAP4-DAo/SIRndZLrhVI/AAAAAAAABq4/wUlodcjmuV0/s400/victoria+and+anabelle+2008+103.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Here's a nice picture of the girls with my parents.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225416156108976466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_sqkNAP4-DAo/SIRoTvx2cVI/AAAAAAAABrI/Xk-Saa_793k/s400/Dad+and+Barb%27s+pics+089.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225415760724943682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_sqkNAP4-DAo/SIRn8u2840I/AAAAAAAABrA/J0PjFlM_Kh0/s400/Dad+and+Barb%27s+pics+068.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;They got to go swimming in their clothes at Bubba and Pop-Pop's house.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225424458026267602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_sqkNAP4-DAo/SIRv2-1LM9I/AAAAAAAABrY/Yw_26t9bhMg/s400/Dad+and+Barb%27s+pics+114.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Tom's dad took the girls out for a paddle around the St. John's River.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;I have a lot more pictures, which I will share once I get them all on the computer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/726356758649056843-7709772851009041087?l=mooretimeinitaly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mooretimeinitaly.blogspot.com/feeds/7709772851009041087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=726356758649056843&amp;postID=7709772851009041087' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/726356758649056843/posts/default/7709772851009041087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/726356758649056843/posts/default/7709772851009041087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mooretimeinitaly.blogspot.com/2008/07/just-few-pictures.html' title='Just a Few Pictures'/><author><name>Moore Time in Italy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04714171055184434267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sqkNAP4-DAo/SHMfc0DQoiI/AAAAAAAAABA/kxmX0gN1FHU/S220/Prague+May+2008+(178).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_sqkNAP4-DAo/SIRtPlJ3lsI/AAAAAAAABrQ/5avdATHoH9Y/s72-c/victoria_and_anabelle_2008_057.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-726356758649056843.post-3574265487482082912</id><published>2008-07-19T08:31:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-07-20T10:11:18.829+02:00</updated><title type='text'>The Girls are Back in Town!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;We got our babies back on Wednesday evening. We were very excited to see them. They came home to a large welcome banner, and a yard full of their friends. That actually was not my doing. My next door neighbor was watching quite a few kids from our small community. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225005686047735778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_sqkNAP4-DAo/SILy_PpFf-I/AAAAAAAABoQ/RKFSqMLGx7M/s400/Girls+summer+2008+015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It didn't take long for it to feel like they never left. Life is back to normal. Clothes and toys on the floor, fighting between the sisters, threats from the parents to stop. It's fabulous.&lt;br /&gt;Tom, Sr. and Barbara are here for a few more days before they make their trip back to a quiet home. I think they need a vacation now.&lt;br /&gt;I want to thank everyone for treating my girls so well. Cousins Edie and Joe, Tiffannie, Ami and Chris, Amy, Dixie and Kelly, and Molly.....you helped make the girls' trip spectacular!!&lt;br /&gt;I especially want to thank our parents and my sister. You all went above and beyond. The girls had such a good time. Take a good rest and get ready for next summer!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/726356758649056843-3574265487482082912?l=mooretimeinitaly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mooretimeinitaly.blogspot.com/feeds/3574265487482082912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=726356758649056843&amp;postID=3574265487482082912' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/726356758649056843/posts/default/3574265487482082912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/726356758649056843/posts/default/3574265487482082912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mooretimeinitaly.blogspot.com/2008/07/girls-are-back-in-town.html' title='The Girls are Back in Town!!!!'/><author><name>Moore Time in Italy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04714171055184434267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sqkNAP4-DAo/SHMfc0DQoiI/AAAAAAAAABA/kxmX0gN1FHU/S220/Prague+May+2008+(178).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_sqkNAP4-DAo/SILy_PpFf-I/AAAAAAAABoQ/RKFSqMLGx7M/s72-c/Girls+summer+2008+015.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-726356758649056843.post-6351163636025108068</id><published>2008-07-07T16:50:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T17:53:09.949+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Summer So Far</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_sqkNAP4-DAo/SHI4v3bijdI/AAAAAAAAAAc/Hhu7X7buUoI/s1600-h/Tom%27s+Promotion+020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220297313060294098" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_sqkNAP4-DAo/SHI4v3bijdI/AAAAAAAAAAc/Hhu7X7buUoI/s320/Tom%27s+Promotion+020.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Our summer started with a flourish. First, Tom was promoted to Commander at the beginning of June. I am so proud of him, but of course he doesn't think of it as a big deal. Tom's dad, Tom Sr. and his wife Barbara came over for the ceremony. His dad, being a retired Navy Captain, was able to perform the ceremony. We had a big cook out at our house that evening which I would not have been able to pull off with out Barbara's help. Thanks, Bubba!!! &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220300337180830722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_sqkNAP4-DAo/SHI7f5KD7AI/AAAAAAAAAA0/KxcwzCfBvpQ/s320/Tom%27s+Promotion+093.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;The grandparents took Victoria and Anabelle back to the states with them for 5 weeks. The girls went to a day camp at the Jacksonville Zoo, had Victoria's 10th birthday celebration at Adventure Landing with some friends, and spent endless hours in the pool and on the dock crabbing, fishing and learning how to use a cast net. Victoria is apparently a pro now. They also got to go out in a neighbor's boat and go tubing and knee boarding. Barbara took them up to our old neighborhood in Georgia and they got to spend a couple of nights with our friends the Lacaria's. Ami and Chris and their kids Zach, Sarah and Emily were wonderful to them, going to the local water park and out to eat. They ended their almost 3 week visit with a night at the local dinner theater to see &lt;em&gt;The Sound of Music&lt;/em&gt;. Their seats were front and center and were mesmerized the whole time.&lt;br /&gt;They are spending 2 weeks with my parents in Charleston, SC right now. They have been equally busy there going to the beach, waterparks, pools, lakehouses, and doing fun stuff in the yard and cottage with Granddaddy. Our dear extended family, Jim and Dixie Roberts, hosted a 4th of July celebration and invited my parents, V and A to their beach house. They spent all sorts of time on the beach, stayed up till the wee hours watching movies, and Dixie, daughters Kelly and Amy (the girls' godmother) had an "unbirthday party" for the girls. They are in Charleston for a few more days, then get ready for their return to Italy on the 15th. We are ready for them to come home. We miss them terribly.&lt;br /&gt;We have tried to have a little fun ourselves while they were gone. We were able to take a day and go just south of Rome to Castello Gandolfo (the Pope's summer residence) and just stroll along the lake and eat a typical Italian 3 hour lunch. It was a wonderfully relaxing day.&lt;br /&gt;We have been very lazy as well. I had all these grand plans to get some reorganizing and sewing done, but it is just too hot here most of the day.&lt;br /&gt;Our 4th of July weekend was spent traveling with our friends, Joe and Terry Mooney. We ferried to Sardinia, got to eat dinner at our favorite agriturismo (farm/restaurant/hotel), then up the next morning to ferry to Corsica to our favorite spot up on a mountain with the hotel set right next to a mountain stream in Corte, the capital of Corsica. We wandered around the town of Corte, and had a typical Corsican dinner. Saturday we headed up to the "finger" of Corsica to the village of Luri and went to a wine festival that we went to every summer we lived on La Maddalena. It is a small to-do, but very fun and not something you normally find in the travel books. We bought several cases of wine, and returned to our little oasis in the mountains to get some rest before having to ferry back to the mainland of Italy on Sunday. It was a lot of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;traveling to go to a tiny wine festival, but well worth it for us to get back to some of the places we enjoyed when we were stationed in Italy before.&lt;br /&gt;I am going to stop now. I didn't realize how much I wrote!!!&lt;br /&gt;Hope everyone had a wonderful 4th of July.&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_sqkNAP4-DAo/SHI4wfab2EI/AAAAAAAAAAk/5LmYmc87EQA/s1600-h/Fiera+di+u+Vinu,+Luri,+Corsica+July+2008.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220297323793078338" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 288px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 162px" height="166" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_sqkNAP4-DAo/SHI4wfab2EI/AAAAAAAAAAk/5LmYmc87EQA/s320/Fiera+di+u+Vinu,+Luri,+Corsica+July+2008.jpg" width="307" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/726356758649056843-6351163636025108068?l=mooretimeinitaly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mooretimeinitaly.blogspot.com/feeds/6351163636025108068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=726356758649056843&amp;postID=6351163636025108068' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/726356758649056843/posts/default/6351163636025108068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/726356758649056843/posts/default/6351163636025108068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mooretimeinitaly.blogspot.com/2008/07/our-summer-so-far.html' title='Our Summer So Far'/><author><name>Moore Time in Italy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04714171055184434267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sqkNAP4-DAo/SHMfc0DQoiI/AAAAAAAAABA/kxmX0gN1FHU/S220/Prague+May+2008+(178).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_sqkNAP4-DAo/SHI4v3bijdI/AAAAAAAAAAc/Hhu7X7buUoI/s72-c/Tom%27s+Promotion+020.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-726356758649056843.post-4826812138510964994</id><published>2008-07-07T10:38:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T11:10:51.179+02:00</updated><title type='text'>First Blog</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_sqkNAP4-DAo/SHHYrBR1NPI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7PMTEOSFuFE/s1600-h/Prague+again+May+2008+(11).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220191676688315634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_sqkNAP4-DAo/SHHYrBR1NPI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7PMTEOSFuFE/s320/Prague+again+May+2008+(11).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Hello everyone. This is my first time ever trying something like this, but I figure it was a good way to keep people updated on our lives. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Well, we have lived in Italy for 11 months now and are enjoying almost every minute. There are a few minutes of every day that I get frustrated with the cultural differences, but they soon disappear, especially when I look out my kitchen window.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;I will try to keep things updated, so check up on us often.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;All my love, Leslie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/726356758649056843-4826812138510964994?l=mooretimeinitaly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mooretimeinitaly.blogspot.com/feeds/4826812138510964994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=726356758649056843&amp;postID=4826812138510964994' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/726356758649056843/posts/default/4826812138510964994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/726356758649056843/posts/default/4826812138510964994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mooretimeinitaly.blogspot.com/2008/07/first-blog.html' title='First Blog'/><author><name>Moore Time in Italy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04714171055184434267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sqkNAP4-DAo/SHMfc0DQoiI/AAAAAAAAABA/kxmX0gN1FHU/S220/Prague+May+2008+(178).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sqkNAP4-DAo/SHHYrBR1NPI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7PMTEOSFuFE/s72-c/Prague+again+May+2008+(11).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry></feed>
