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Not sure which is more callused, my head or feet

I had dinner with Angelo and Sandra last night. They were born in Cuba and left in 1966. They became engaged prior to leaving, but were not able to leave at the same time. Both had some wealth, but it was completely taken when they…

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My Feet Hurt and My Ass is Sore

All is can say is wow. In fact double wow is not enough. I woke up in St. Jean in a cramped hostel with 12 people in a room that is smaller than our bedroom. Had some coffee, bread, and began the walk. From what…

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