<?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-3152268697925257574</id><updated>2011-07-07T13:15:45.256-07:00</updated><category term='sedlec'/><category term='languages abroad'/><category term='skulls'/><category term='eiffel tower'/><category term='ikkil'/><category term='toronto'/><category term='Paul Klee'/><category term='rome'/><category term='guidebook'/><category term='Czech Republic'/><category term='Diego Velazquez'/><category term='ruins'/><category term='Sidi Bou Said'/><category term='Abou Said ibn Khalef ibn Yahia Ettamini el Beji'/><category term='Tunisia'/><category term='dancing'/><category term='ossuary'/><category term='Habib Thameur'/><category term='kostnice'/><category term='compass travel'/><category term='dead air'/><category term='maya'/><category term='Chichen Itza'/><category term='Andalusia'/><category term='Antonio Machin'/><category term='doors'/><category term='baracoa'/><category term='Christopher Columbus'/><category term='bullfighting'/><category term='Yucatan'/><category term='black plague'/><category term='bone house'/><category term='local'/><category term='Kutna Hora'/><category term='cenotes'/><category term='Salsa'/><category term='flamenco'/><category term='cuba'/><category term='Guillermo de Anda'/><category term='archaeology'/><category term='Seville'/><category term='paris'/><category term='Spain'/><category term='tapas'/><category term='Sevilla'/><category term='venice'/><category term='Gulf of Tunis'/><category term='Prague'/><category term='Mexico'/><category term='skeleton'/><category term='breath'/><category term='moorish architecture'/><title type='text'>TravelFlare</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://travelflare.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3152268697925257574/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://travelflare.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Lusine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06983428006931600702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>13</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3152268697925257574.post-4834268161238975764</id><published>2009-04-26T12:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T13:21:25.582-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cuba'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diego Velazquez'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='compass travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Antonio Machin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christopher Columbus'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baracoa'/><title type='text'>Baracoa – Mirror of the Past</title><content type='html'>Baracoa was the very first capital of CUBA. It is a place where time stands still. A reflection of the past,                  with life in its present. Life seems simple to the foreign eye,                  yet poverty has planted moulds into its existence and hope. A                  cloud of melancholy floats above the city; yet faces glow with                  genuine smiles, homes are filled with love, and streets echo with                  music. This is a lieu of confusion rooted in motionless time. Visit &lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);" href="http://thecompassculture.com/subs/apr09/02.html"&gt;The Compass&lt;/a&gt; to read the full article.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://thecompassculture.com/subs/apr09/02.html"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 222px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aiPSUINvt00/SfS5pfpyqHI/AAAAAAAAAKc/gt0NdzoUbeg/s320/Baracoa+4.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329088381608700018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3152268697925257574-4834268161238975764?l=travelflare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://travelflare.blogspot.com/feeds/4834268161238975764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3152268697925257574&amp;postID=4834268161238975764' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3152268697925257574/posts/default/4834268161238975764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3152268697925257574/posts/default/4834268161238975764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://travelflare.blogspot.com/2009/04/baracoa-mirror-of-past.html' title='Baracoa – Mirror of the Past'/><author><name>Lusine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06983428006931600702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aiPSUINvt00/SfS5pfpyqHI/AAAAAAAAAKc/gt0NdzoUbeg/s72-c/Baracoa+4.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3152268697925257574.post-7452386028548681913</id><published>2008-06-08T12:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T13:18:39.680-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Yucatan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='maya'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cenotes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='compass travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chichen Itza'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ikkil'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Guillermo de Anda'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mexico'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ruins'/><title type='text'>Cenotes- The Sacred Waters of Mexico</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.thecompassculture.com/subs/june08/02.html"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 185px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aiPSUINvt00/SExArlbWyuI/AAAAAAAAAG0/gA0CCCSsvWI/s320/cenote+3.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209609986486225634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="content"&gt;The &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;st1:placename&gt;&lt;span class="content"&gt;Yucatan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:placename&gt;&lt;span class="content"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:placetype&gt;&lt;span class="content"&gt;Peninsula&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;span class="content"&gt;, south-eastern tip of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span class="content"&gt;Mexico&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;span class="content"&gt;, is mainly composed of limestone; hence the region has almost no rivers and only a few lakes. Instead, one finds thousands of underground rivers, exposed to the outer world through cavern formations and passageways. It has taken thousands of years for these flooded underground rivers and caves to form. And once the roof of a cavern collapses due to erosion, it forms a water hole known as - cenote. Over four thousand cenotes are spread through &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:state&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span class="content"&gt;Yucatan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:state&gt;&lt;span class="content"&gt;, with many still not having been studied nor registered. &lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);" href="http://www.thecompassculture.com/subs/june08/02.html"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Read more...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3152268697925257574-7452386028548681913?l=travelflare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://travelflare.blogspot.com/feeds/7452386028548681913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3152268697925257574&amp;postID=7452386028548681913' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3152268697925257574/posts/default/7452386028548681913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3152268697925257574/posts/default/7452386028548681913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://travelflare.blogspot.com/2008/06/cenotes-sacred-waters-of-mexico.html' title='Cenotes- The Sacred Waters of Mexico'/><author><name>Lusine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06983428006931600702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aiPSUINvt00/SExArlbWyuI/AAAAAAAAAG0/gA0CCCSsvWI/s72-c/cenote+3.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3152268697925257574.post-9042100425737398676</id><published>2008-03-14T15:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T13:19:25.033-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sedlec'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='breath'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='skeleton'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Czech Republic'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ossuary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='archaeology'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kutna Hora'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bone house'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='compass travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kostnice'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dead air'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='black plague'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Prague'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='skulls'/><title type='text'>A Breath of Dead Air- Czech Republic</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.thecompassculture.com/subs/mar08/03.html"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aiPSUINvt00/R-RndJPP1VI/AAAAAAAAAGU/ybZw57JAeLw/s320/ossuary1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180379221776651602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;“Would anyone like to stop by the Ossuary?” asked our tour leader with an uncertain voice. One brave lady and I raised hands with excitement. This was the moment I was waiting for! The rest of our passive group sank into the softness of their seats, giving us a disgusted stare with little whispers of, “Oh no, my goodness, No”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Sedlec Ossuary contains approximately 40 000-70 000 human skeletons in forms of decorations and furnishings. During the Black Plague of the 14th century, one of the most deadly pandemics in human history, Europe carried as many as 50 million deaths. &lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);" href="http://www.thecompassculture.com/subs/mar08/03.html"&gt;Read more...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3152268697925257574-9042100425737398676?l=travelflare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://travelflare.blogspot.com/feeds/9042100425737398676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3152268697925257574&amp;postID=9042100425737398676' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3152268697925257574/posts/default/9042100425737398676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3152268697925257574/posts/default/9042100425737398676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://travelflare.blogspot.com/2008/03/breath-of-dead-air.html' title='A Breath of Dead Air- Czech Republic'/><author><name>Lusine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06983428006931600702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aiPSUINvt00/R-RndJPP1VI/AAAAAAAAAGU/ybZw57JAeLw/s72-c/ossuary1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3152268697925257574.post-414697165957672507</id><published>2008-02-02T18:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T13:19:34.024-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Habib Thameur'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='compass travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='doors'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sidi Bou Said'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tunisia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Abou Said ibn Khalef ibn Yahia Ettamini el Beji'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gulf of Tunis'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Paul Klee'/><title type='text'>Sidi Bou Said- An Artist’s Mecca</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.thecompassculture.com/subs/feb08/04.html"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aiPSUINvt00/R-RlepPP1TI/AAAAAAAAAGE/PP9gGdG5XW8/s320/Cover+Photo+02.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180377048523199794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The café overlooked an unknown square with the main street                  rolling down the hill into the Gulf of Tunis. The sun bounced                  against the white walls of this mysterious town creating a glare                  towards every direction. As I sipped on my mint tea, I was drawn                  into the everyday Tunisian life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sidi Bou Said, a little town located in the Northern Tunisia,                  is not only colourful in its appearance, but in its people too.                  At 20 km from the capital, it has become a popular tourist trap.                  Despite of it, it has still kept its traditions as an authentic                  lieu where Tunisians reside up to this very day. Once you leave                  the main street of Habib Thameur, you will begin to experience                  the real Tunisian life. You find yourself along hidden passages                  with carefully lined cobblestone streets and colourfully painted                  doors. Each door may have a new story to tell. Painted with unique                  patterns, they represent signatures and symbols of Tunisia. One                  may be the entrance to the mosque; another will lead you to the                  backyard of a local. It may even be a mere boutique hiding behind                  a green and red striped masterpiece.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many speak of Sidi Bou Said as the ‘Artist’s Village’. &lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);" href="http://www.thecompassculture.com/subs/feb08/04.html"&gt;Read more...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3152268697925257574-414697165957672507?l=travelflare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://travelflare.blogspot.com/feeds/414697165957672507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3152268697925257574&amp;postID=414697165957672507' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3152268697925257574/posts/default/414697165957672507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3152268697925257574/posts/default/414697165957672507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://travelflare.blogspot.com/2008/02/sidi-bou-said-artists-mecca.html' title='Sidi Bou Said- An Artist’s Mecca'/><author><name>Lusine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06983428006931600702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aiPSUINvt00/R-RlepPP1TI/AAAAAAAAAGE/PP9gGdG5XW8/s72-c/Cover+Photo+02.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3152268697925257574.post-5854137301577645912</id><published>2007-10-13T21:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T13:19:43.630-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moorish architecture'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sevilla'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Andalusia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tapas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='flamenco'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Spain'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bullfighting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Seville'/><title type='text'>Seville: Experiencing the best tapas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thecompassculture.com/subs/may08/06.html"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121033707741853250" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aiPSUINvt00/RxGRBljBNkI/AAAAAAAAADM/mQtkv5gTqJk/s200/Copy+of+tapas.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Seville, the heart of Andalusia, the south western corner of Spain, is known to the world for many reasons. Here one comes to experience the intense art of bullfighting, the aggressive passion of flamenco, the colourful mosaics of Moorish architecture, and the many flavours of tapas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapas are an essential part of life in Seville. In the early days they consisted of a slice of cheese or ham which was offered at the bar to cover drinks; hence the meaning of the word ‘lid’. There are many myths as to why this was done. One of the more popular ones argues that placing the slice over your drink would keep the flies away and hide the smell of cheap wine. &lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);" href="http://www.thecompassculture.com/subs/may08/06.html"&gt;Read more...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3152268697925257574-5854137301577645912?l=travelflare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://travelflare.blogspot.com/feeds/5854137301577645912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3152268697925257574&amp;postID=5854137301577645912' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3152268697925257574/posts/default/5854137301577645912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3152268697925257574/posts/default/5854137301577645912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://travelflare.blogspot.com/2007/10/seville-experiencing-best-tapas.html' title='Seville: Experiencing the best tapas'/><author><name>Lusine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06983428006931600702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aiPSUINvt00/RxGRBljBNkI/AAAAAAAAADM/mQtkv5gTqJk/s72-c/Copy+of+tapas.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3152268697925257574.post-871548411379329464</id><published>2007-09-25T20:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T09:29:00.929-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Let there be light: Lyon Festival of Lights</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aiPSUINvt00/RxGVkVjBNrI/AAAAAAAAAEE/zcUMozQY6Zo/s1600-h/Copy+of+let+there+be+light1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121038702788818610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 432px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 119px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="119" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aiPSUINvt00/RxGVkVjBNrI/AAAAAAAAAEE/zcUMozQY6Zo/s400/Copy+of+let+there+be+light1.jpg" width="420" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Each year, on December 8th, Lyon hosts a vibrant festival of lights. For four days this UNESCO Heritage of south-eastern France takes form of glorious illumination. Visitors from around Europe come to participate and admire an outdoor art exhibition of light in all its forms: candles, projections, installations, illuminations and fireworks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It first began in 1852 when every household would light up candles at their windows in honour of Virgin Mary. As the night fell, locals gathered in a pilgrim walk up the hill to the Fourvière Cathedral carrying lanterns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, this celebration has allowed artists from around the globe to express their creativity through the use of light. The city’s main architecture sites are matched by unique light displays which bring out the vibrancy and detail of each building. The numerous bridges, for which Lyon is known, are illuminated as well, creating a transcending reflection along the rivers of Saône and Rhône. Unusual animations are projected by light beams against many historic monuments. Whether you are strolling down the narrow alleys of the Croix Rousse hill or relaxing at the river banks, you will be enchanted by the playful movements of light and music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine Lyon’s history come alive with thousands of lights. The city is now not only known as the culinary capital of France, but as one of the best kept secrets of Europe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3152268697925257574-871548411379329464?l=travelflare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://travelflare.blogspot.com/feeds/871548411379329464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3152268697925257574&amp;postID=871548411379329464' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3152268697925257574/posts/default/871548411379329464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3152268697925257574/posts/default/871548411379329464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://travelflare.blogspot.com/2007/10/let-there-be-light-lyon-festival-of.html' title='Let there be light: Lyon Festival of Lights'/><author><name>Lusine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06983428006931600702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aiPSUINvt00/RxGVkVjBNrI/AAAAAAAAAEE/zcUMozQY6Zo/s72-c/Copy+of+let+there+be+light1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3152268697925257574.post-7583278551808298446</id><published>2007-09-08T18:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T09:29:01.126-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ice-skating for fitness and socialization</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aiPSUINvt00/RxGWOVjBNsI/AAAAAAAAAEM/yE086IbZb9E/s1600-h/Copy+of+ice+skating+for+fitness.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121039424343324354" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aiPSUINvt00/RxGWOVjBNsI/AAAAAAAAAEM/yE086IbZb9E/s200/Copy+of+ice+skating+for+fitness.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ice-skating has become a mainstream sport in Toronto. In winter, Torontonians meet at one of many outdoor rinks to exercise, play and socialize. It is an aerobic workout, combining both fitness and fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are a novice, it is time to try this out. Sure you will take some falls, but that is part of the fun. The only way to learn is to do it yourself. Grab an experienced friend who can hold your hand during the first nerve-racking hours and head out onto the ice. If all your friends are virgin skaters, then why not try a skating lesson? The Harbourfront centre hosts annual lessons for beginners with the next session starting in January.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Some health facts:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ice-skating improves your balance and coordination. It is a great workout for your abs, quads, calves, and hamstrings. The more experienced you become the better workout you will have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Where to skate?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are two outdoor skating rinks located in the downtown core. Both rinks, at Nathan Phillips Square and the Harbourfront, are well lit with inviting music and atmosphere. You may choose to skate at Harbourfront while admiring the tranquil movements of Lake Ontario, or glide along City Hall surrounded by illuminated skyscrapers and trees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To learn more about ice-skating activities and lessons visit: &lt;a href="http://www.harbourfrontcentre.com/noflash/skating.php"&gt;http://www.harbourfrontcentre.com/noflash/skating.php&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3152268697925257574-7583278551808298446?l=travelflare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://travelflare.blogspot.com/feeds/7583278551808298446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3152268697925257574&amp;postID=7583278551808298446' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3152268697925257574/posts/default/7583278551808298446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3152268697925257574/posts/default/7583278551808298446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://travelflare.blogspot.com/2007/09/spain-and-its-many-colours.html' title='Ice-skating for fitness and socialization'/><author><name>Lusine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06983428006931600702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aiPSUINvt00/RxGWOVjBNsI/AAAAAAAAAEM/yE086IbZb9E/s72-c/Copy+of+ice+skating+for+fitness.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3152268697925257574.post-242740645256604741</id><published>2007-07-20T16:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T13:18:02.382-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='guidebook'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='venice'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='compass travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rome'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='paris'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='toronto'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='local'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eiffel tower'/><title type='text'>How to travel like a local</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thecompassculture.com/subs/july08/05.html"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113953673197729266" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left; width: 180px; height: 118px;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aiPSUINvt00/RvhpxVjBNfI/AAAAAAAAACk/9XFEL9uhGZc/s200/eiffel3.jpg" width="167" border="0" height="117" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Most places have a double existence, one in reality and one in people's imagination. For instance, we have seen the romance and beauty of Paris in numerous music and movies. We dream of admiring the Eiffel tower sparkling in the night; strolling through little alleys; while listening to melodies on a distant French accordion. We dream of traveling there to experience it all ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, Europe can be so romantic in movies but in reality those images live mostly in the imagination of the eager tourist longing to experience the dream portrayed on the silver screen. Truth is, traveling to a foreign country can be disappointing if one fails to acknowledge everyday life. Paris, Rome, even picturesque Venice are all very busy cities. People live and work just as they do in Toronto. For them it is not the sight of the sparkling Eiffel tower or the majesty that is the coliseum that makes their life enjoyable, since it all lies in the lifestyle, the way they live each day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have put together a few suggestions for anyone who would like to explore the ‘real’ Europe. Discovering a city's hidden beauty means to go further than visiting its museums and attractions, it lies in its people, its food, its harsh times and its historical moments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thecompassculture.com/subs/july08/05.html"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;1. Do what the locals do.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;2. Leave your guidebook at home&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;3. Walk with a purpose&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;4. Explore the city by foot.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For more tips visit &lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);" href="http://www.thecompassculture.com/index.html"&gt;The Compass&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3152268697925257574-242740645256604741?l=travelflare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://travelflare.blogspot.com/feeds/242740645256604741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3152268697925257574&amp;postID=242740645256604741' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3152268697925257574/posts/default/242740645256604741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3152268697925257574/posts/default/242740645256604741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://travelflare.blogspot.com/2007/07/travel-like-local.html' title='How to travel like a local'/><author><name>Lusine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06983428006931600702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aiPSUINvt00/RvhpxVjBNfI/AAAAAAAAACk/9XFEL9uhGZc/s72-c/eiffel3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3152268697925257574.post-3228620488106791725</id><published>2007-06-30T15:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T09:29:01.446-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Salsa'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dancing'/><title type='text'>An Alternative to the Gym</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aiPSUINvt00/RquE-CJfNZI/AAAAAAAAABc/xCXXQcszDkg/s1600-h/DSC00217.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092310004935898514" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aiPSUINvt00/RquE-CJfNZI/AAAAAAAAABc/xCXXQcszDkg/s200/DSC00217.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; As leaves start changing colour and temperatures drop, we thrive to stay active. During colder months one of the classic ways to stay fit is hitting the gym. This year, try something different. How about dancing? It is a great alternative to the treadmill and the weights. It will still make you sweat, burn calories and help make friends along the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dancing eliminates stress, improves your posture, strengthens your bones and the muscles, tones your body and increases your stamina. It can also improve your mental health. Because dancing requires you to remember different steps and patterns, it boosts brain power and improves your memory. People suffering from depression benefit as well, since they get to interact with others, build confidence and meet new people. Did you know that a 150- pound adult can burn roughly 150 calories from 30 minutes of social dancing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are many types of dances for men, women and children alike. Consider hip hop, salsa, belly dancing, tap, jazz and ballroom. You can find numerous schools offering lessons at  reasonable prices. Check out &lt;a href="http://www.citydancecorps.com/"&gt;http://www.citydancecorps.com&lt;/a&gt;. They offer something for every taste. Join one or try them all. It will give you the chance to stay fit physically, mentally and creatively. But beware, you might get addicted and never recover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I personally developed a passion for salsa four years ago. Since then, I have forged incredible friendships and, just for kicks, have joined a performance group. It is fun and keeps me in shape!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3152268697925257574-3228620488106791725?l=travelflare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://travelflare.blogspot.com/feeds/3228620488106791725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3152268697925257574&amp;postID=3228620488106791725' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3152268697925257574/posts/default/3228620488106791725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3152268697925257574/posts/default/3228620488106791725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://travelflare.blogspot.com/2007/07/alternative-to-gym.html' title='An Alternative to the Gym'/><author><name>Lusine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06983428006931600702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aiPSUINvt00/RquE-CJfNZI/AAAAAAAAABc/xCXXQcszDkg/s72-c/DSC00217.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3152268697925257574.post-8466958510008686043</id><published>2007-06-05T17:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T09:29:01.648-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='languages abroad'/><title type='text'>Traveling in a Foreign Language</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aiPSUINvt00/RquGZSJfNcI/AAAAAAAAAB0/lan3PBOosDE/s1600-h/DSC02700.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092311572598961602" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aiPSUINvt00/RquGZSJfNcI/AAAAAAAAAB0/lan3PBOosDE/s200/DSC02700.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Learning a language takes years of study and practice. However, there is a fast and fun alternative. For instance, if you would like to learn French, how about taking a trip to France? Sign up for an intensive language course in a city of your choice. Believe me, when you are trapped in a place where no one speaks your language, in just two weeks you will begin to converse. The classes run mornings, with excursions in the afternoons. You could also combine lessons with cooking, skiing or wine tasting classes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I arrived in Florence, with minimal knowledge of the language. After two weeks I had explored Tuscany and I could even complain in Italian. Of course, no one can learn a language in two weeks, but you will learn the essentials which will make your trip more enjoyable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For more information visit:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.applelanguages.com/"&gt;http://www.applelanguages.com/&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.languagesabroad.com/"&gt;http://www.languagesabroad.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3152268697925257574-8466958510008686043?l=travelflare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://travelflare.blogspot.com/feeds/8466958510008686043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3152268697925257574&amp;postID=8466958510008686043' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3152268697925257574/posts/default/8466958510008686043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3152268697925257574/posts/default/8466958510008686043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://travelflare.blogspot.com/2007/06/traveling-in-foreign-language.html' title='Traveling in a Foreign Language'/><author><name>Lusine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06983428006931600702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aiPSUINvt00/RquGZSJfNcI/AAAAAAAAAB0/lan3PBOosDE/s72-c/DSC02700.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3152268697925257574.post-633820958212479766</id><published>2007-05-30T18:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T09:29:01.780-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Costa Rica Quest- GAP Adventures</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aiPSUINvt00/RquGxyJfNdI/AAAAAAAAAB8/hWpRZTVKQUg/s1600-h/DSC04083.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092311993505756626" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aiPSUINvt00/RquGxyJfNdI/AAAAAAAAAB8/hWpRZTVKQUg/s200/DSC04083.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; For many people traveling is an excuse to get away from the ordinary and to explore a different part of the world. Many people venture into the unexpected to experience an adventure and to meet likeminded individuals. I am one of them. I can’t sit at home waiting for my friends to go on a vacation just to find out that our travel interests don’t even coincide. That’s why I decided to go on a Gap Adventure to Costa Rica. I didn’t want to simply crisp on the beach for a week; I was looking for an adventure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gap Adventures is ideal for someone who is traveling alone, yet who would like to be in the company of likeminded travelers. My group consisted of twelve very contrary people. Each of us possessed a unique character and personality, but we all joined this tour with one common interest: to have the adventure of a lifetime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me, an important part of traveling is to be able to interact with the locals and to learn more about their culture. Having to use local transportation, when commuting from one city to another, made this easier. You cannot sit beside a Costa Rican for four hours without exchanging an interesting thought. I met a carpenter who had fourteen siblings, who explained to me the difference between building a home for a rich person and a poor family. He also enjoyed telling me how old and dangerous the bridges on the highways are, while we were stuck on one. An airplane mechanic shared his thought on the conflicts between the neighbouring countries and gave me the scoop on some Spanish slang. And a young graduate warned me of areas to avoid in San Jose and invited me salsa dancing with his friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are the moments that made my experience in Costa Rica unforgettable, and it is because of the freedom and variety that Gap offers on their trips that made this possible. But of course it is up to each individual to accept the new environment and to open up to the locals. Lack of air conditioning, the language barrier and the cultural differences may be an uncomfortable issue to some, but for me these were the exact reasons why I loved this trip. I was looking for an experience that I would not find at home, and I found it with Gap Adventures. Go on a Gap tour with an open mind, expecting the unexpected, and you will not be disappointed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Flights&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;Air Canada, American Airlines and Continental&lt;br /&gt;However, for a more authentic experience purchase a flight from GAP Adventures with LACSA (the Costa Rican airline) with a connection in El Salvador.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Airport Pickup/ Taxi:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Airport pickup by GAP- $20US&lt;br /&gt;- Taxi to the hotel- $14US (more interesting)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Accommodation:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hotel rooms, shared with one other person (2-3*)&lt;br /&gt;San Jose- www.hotelamistad.com&lt;br /&gt;Monteverde- http://www.monteverdeinfo.com/hotel/claro-de-luna/&lt;br /&gt;Quepos- www.villaromantica.com/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Transportation within the country:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Local buses&lt;/em&gt; - The most interesting mode of transportation where you can chat with the Costa Ricans sitting beside you, while the bus breaks down on the highway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Private van&lt;/em&gt;- Sometimes air conditioned and saves time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Boat&lt;/em&gt;- There is a boat ride to cross the Arenal lake to get to the horses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Horse&lt;/em&gt;- 3 hour horse ride to Monteverde is included in the package&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Taxi&lt;/em&gt;- Cheap and quick as long as you set the price beforehand&lt;br /&gt;Lots of walking…………………..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Guided tours:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All tours are conducted by knowledgeable local guides, who are not only fluent in English, but they can also converse with the howler monkeys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Canopy tour through the jungle including the Tarzan swing&lt;br /&gt;(a must do)&lt;br /&gt;- Waterfall repelling and rafting&lt;br /&gt;- Cave tour&lt;br /&gt;- Coffee plantation tour&lt;br /&gt;- Volcano night walk&lt;br /&gt;- Frog farm&lt;br /&gt;- Mangrove tour&lt;br /&gt;- Hot springs and many more…………………………..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Food:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only the first and last breakfasts are included, the rest is up to you and your tummy. The tour leader will recommend good local places to dine; most dinners are with the group&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Breakfast&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The local bakery offers freshly baked, cheap pastries&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Typical Lunch/ Dinner&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cassados (married plates) - include rice, beans, fried plantains, salad and choice of fish, chicken, pork or beef&lt;br /&gt;Ceviche- raw fish or shrimp cocktail&lt;br /&gt;Patacones- deep fried plantains stuffed with guacamole, beans and sour cream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Typical Drinks&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Freshly squeezed papaya juice, liquid lava, chan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Interaction with the locals:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being on a GAP tour will give you plenty of opportunities to interact with the locals, it is up to you to make use of those opportunities&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Tour guides, taxi drivers, waiters, sales clerks, concierge, internet café clerk, the coconut cutter, the guy sitting beside you on the bus, the guy sitting beside you on the airplane and anyone else along the way who made your trip memorable…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pura Vida! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3152268697925257574-633820958212479766?l=travelflare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://travelflare.blogspot.com/feeds/633820958212479766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3152268697925257574&amp;postID=633820958212479766' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3152268697925257574/posts/default/633820958212479766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3152268697925257574/posts/default/633820958212479766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://travelflare.blogspot.com/2007/05/for-many-people-traveling-is-excuse-to.html' title='Costa Rica Quest- GAP Adventures'/><author><name>Lusine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06983428006931600702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aiPSUINvt00/RquGxyJfNdI/AAAAAAAAAB8/hWpRZTVKQUg/s72-c/DSC04083.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3152268697925257574.post-4386839801957255340</id><published>2007-05-26T18:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T09:29:01.928-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vivre comme un Français</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aiPSUINvt00/RquHLCJfNeI/AAAAAAAAACE/TZOL5KfocsY/s1600-h/lusine2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092312427297453538" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aiPSUINvt00/RquHLCJfNeI/AAAAAAAAACE/TZOL5KfocsY/s200/lusine2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Si jamais le hazard vous envoie dans un petit coin de France, vous devrez saisir l'occasion de vivre à la française- autrement dit, de savourer les joies et les petites plaisirs de la vie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Par une belle matinée vous irez à la boulangerie du quartier pour chercher des croissants tout chauds et une baguette croustillante. Vous entendrez vos voisins se saluer, en échangeant les commérages du coin. Acceptez avec joie une invitation à un dîner français veritable. Vous vous régalerez à déguster les apéritifs fins et les variétés innombrables de fromage, en compagnie d'un bon vin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La nuit tombée, les français changent de couleur et d'humeur. La musique est partout. Vous pouvez vous donner du bon temps dans un tout petit bar, à écouter du jazz, un verre de kir à la main. La musique, tout comme le fromage, se diversifie pour satisfaire à tout les goûts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pour finir, si vous avez la chance d'assister au marché du dimanche matin, ne manquez pas de flaner parmi les étals à découvrir la diversité des marchandises offertes à la vente. Le parfum et la couleur des légumes et l'arome du fromage viendront à votre rencontre. Vivre à la française, c'est apprécier les petites choses simples de la vie, tous les jours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3152268697925257574-4386839801957255340?l=travelflare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://travelflare.blogspot.com/feeds/4386839801957255340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3152268697925257574&amp;postID=4386839801957255340' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3152268697925257574/posts/default/4386839801957255340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3152268697925257574/posts/default/4386839801957255340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://travelflare.blogspot.com/2007/07/vivre-comme-un-franais.html' title='Vivre comme un Français'/><author><name>Lusine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06983428006931600702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aiPSUINvt00/RquHLCJfNeI/AAAAAAAAACE/TZOL5KfocsY/s72-c/lusine2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3152268697925257574.post-1107590357680418663</id><published>2007-05-22T12:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T09:29:02.099-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cinque Terre-Mysterious Liguria</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aiPSUINvt00/RvhtWVjBNiI/AAAAAAAAAC8/2JJwNV5Tb9U/s1600-h/Traveling+in+a+foreign+language2copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113957607387772450" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="165" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aiPSUINvt00/RvhtWVjBNiI/AAAAAAAAAC8/2JJwNV5Tb9U/s200/Traveling+in+a+foreign+language2copy.jpg" width="201" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It all began with a SWAP program in England. Working in London was very rewarding because I had the chance to see some of the most untouched sceneries in Europe. One of the most memorable ones was Cinque Terre, five quaint villages spread along the Liguria strip in Italy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After working long shifts, some of which ran late into the night, I managed to save enough British Pounds to take a cheap Ryan Air flight to Florence and practice my rusty Italian. Flights can start at 0 Pounds (seriously) + tax and range all the way to 200 Pounds. As always, the earlier you book, the cheaper you fly. But let’s get to the point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Florence is the heart of Tuscany. From here you can travel in any direction by train for as little as 3 Euros. Regardless of where you go, you will be mesmorized by the untouched landscape of carefully lined cypress trees and winding roads. But since Florence is so comfortably situated in the middle of northern Italy, I decided to take it farther and go to Liguria. This is where you will discover Cinque Terre. As the name gives it away, this is a region of five little villages hidden behind luscious hills and sorrounded by never ending vineyards, all overlooking to the Ligurian Sea. The train ride from Florence is about two hours (about 7 Euros on weekends). The villages are small, so if you are properly geared you can hike through the coastline by sunset.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took the first train out of Florence accompanied by a friend from my Italian class. After having been enamoured by the stunning views of the coastline from the train, we couldn’t wait to get off at the next stop. However, we had to hold back our exciment, as if we were holding our very breath until we arrived at the last stop, the village of Monterosso. From here we hiked back to the village Riomaggiore. The first hiking path is the hardest, but the view cannot be described in words. The trail takes you through rolling hills and valleys, all covered with the tapestry of vineyards while the turquoise sea sparkles below and to the east. Once you reach the top of the trail, you have no choice, you must stop, take a deep breath and hope that if there were ever a time to capture a photographic memory and record every colour, shade and contour in your mind then this has to be it. You are now surrounded by lemon trees and the scent of fresh air as you see Monterosso slowly being erased by the fog. Look to your left and you will see the other three villages secretly hidden behind mountains, just waiting to be discovered. The thought of having to walk that entire path made us nervous and excited at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After an hour and half we began the descend from the hills and we could see the town of Vernazza peaking through the trees below us. First thing's first, we had to eat. One would think that at this point it would be preferrable to find a bench to rest your weary feet but strangely enough, we didn’t feel tired. We found a pizzeria where the pizza is freshly baked in a stone oven. The prices are reasonable for the type of pizza you get, crunchy dough topped with eggplants, fresh cherry tomatoes, melted mozzarella and coriander. How much more Italian can you get? It was delicious! To finish our meal, we found a nearby gelateria (ice cream shop) and treated ourselves to a creamy gelato. With ice cream in one hand and our cameras in the other we ventured through this fairy-tale-like town. After five minutes we found ourselves lost on a secluded residential street, surrounded by colorful buildings with socks and pajamas hanging out their windows while two kids below played “catch me if you can”. We followed them and came out to the main square.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next hiking trail to Corniglia was closed due to rain. So my friend and I hopped on the train for a quick ride to the next town. From here on, the trails become easy and short. They’re not as adventurous as the first one; however, they loose none of the region's beauty. By the time we arrived at the last one, which would take us from Manarola to Riomaggiore, the sun had begun to set. This last passage is called Via dell’Amore (Lovers’ Lane). We asked ourselves what was so romantic about this trail? Well, it feels different to everyone. For me…the sight of the Mediterrean as the sun dissapeared underneath its waves; the canvas of the sky coloured in red and orange hues and the view of a single boat floating in the distance...to me, that was romantic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was already six pm. By now we had walked eight hours, however they didn't feel either long nor tiresome. I felt energized and strong. Sitting in the train on our way back to Florence, I reviewed my photos in my digital camera. It was an energizing experience to have come here and have seen the splendid beauty of Cinque Terre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is funny where life can take you sometimes. I thought I was just going on a SWAP program to the UK. Instead I had the fortune of studying Italian in Florence, made new friends and discovered the beauty of the Ligurian coastline. Who would have imagined? Once you’re on the road you realize the whole world is at your feet waiting to be discovered. Many paths in life cross each other, you may start in one and in the end of your journey you may realize you are not were you thought you would be. You are in a better place, perhaps in the most beautiful corner of our world. So, maybe it is your turn to pack your bags and discover what is waiting for you on the other side of the ocean. 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