The Salt Lake Tribune
Thursday, September 18, 2008
Word from the high seas
Stay tuned for more later from my trip. I'm at sea now and I can't type. I'm not seasick until I sit down in front of the computer screen. Then I get queasy. It isn't bad, but it makes trying to be creative tough. On the bright side, I'll have plenty to write about when I get home.
P.S. My wife will be VERY happy if I don't blog anymore. She says it's unromantic.

4 Comments:

At September 18, 2008 6:01 PM , Anonymous knye said...

I love it! We took the same trip last October. The best land tour of course is to Florence, followed closely by the south of Frahnce Gorges du Loupe to Grasse where you can buy your lovely wife a highly overpriced but unavailable in the states bottle of Galimard fragrance. Tres Romantique! Enjoy your trip. I'll be reading till we go to Nova Scotia next week.
Faithfully, Miznye

 
At September 18, 2008 6:05 PM , Anonymous knye said...

I forgot to mention that once we were home I sent pix of the Barcelona trains to what's his name, head of UTA. I think if North Temple is going to be a major airport link, it should be done correctly, like Barcelona's. Yes?
Safe voyage. Get some patches for that sea sickness. The on-board pharmacy has them.
k2

 
At September 18, 2008 10:36 PM , Blogger Stephen's Pictures said...

Rock the Boat, Baby! As much as I enjoy the blog, your wife is right.

 
At December 2, 2008 10:45 PM , Blogger The Senate Site said...

That's what my wife says too.

 

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