<?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-362427928343094195</id><updated>2011-04-21T17:56:32.259-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life is a Highway</title><subtitle type='html'>"Twenty years from now you will be more disappointed by the things you didn't do than by the ones you did.

   Explore. Dream. Discover."</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kataroo21.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/362427928343094195/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kataroo21.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09713458277916259941</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>7</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-362427928343094195.post-7378304600280249025</id><published>2008-08-17T21:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T21:45:23.787-07:00</updated><title type='text'>West Coast Road Trip</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;Movin' Michael&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BOLtzDw1IEg/SKj73HS5c5I/AAAAAAAAAwQ/xZzOYCTn1Aw/s1600-h/IMG_2136.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235711491087889298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BOLtzDw1IEg/SKj73HS5c5I/AAAAAAAAAwQ/xZzOYCTn1Aw/s320/IMG_2136.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; After doing the long-distance thing for 6 months, Michael finally decided to make the move to Washington.  Hurray!  One of my best friends and former college roomates came along to help with the 5 day drive through Texas, New Mexico, Arizona, and up the coast of California, Oregon, and Washington.  It was a beautiful trip...but VERY long.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BOLtzDw1IEg/SKj73Umjs5I/AAAAAAAAAwY/gnOk17AmyyA/s1600-h/IMG_2135.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235711494660010898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BOLtzDw1IEg/SKj73Umjs5I/AAAAAAAAAwY/gnOk17AmyyA/s320/IMG_2135.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Kara and Me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;If it wasn't for Kara I probably wouldn't have met Michael.  Her family is the one who rallied for me to go to England, where I met Michael.  Having the exact same majors and career paths we were in lots of classes together in college and were roomates for 2 years.  I love her!  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BOLtzDw1IEg/SKj7R4u5DxI/AAAAAAAAAvo/UJq1dMiBHbQ/s1600-h/Oregon+Dunes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235710851523612434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BOLtzDw1IEg/SKj7R4u5DxI/AAAAAAAAAvo/UJq1dMiBHbQ/s320/Oregon+Dunes.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sand Dunes in Southern Oregon&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BOLtzDw1IEg/SKj7R_3qbuI/AAAAAAAAAvw/kYnTaACJfWo/s1600-h/Oregon+Green.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235710853439450850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BOLtzDw1IEg/SKj7R_3qbuI/AAAAAAAAAvw/kYnTaACJfWo/s320/Oregon+Green.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Neither Michael or Kara had been to Oregon before.  They were thinking of trying to drive through it in the night and I convinced them that it was something worth adding an extra day onto the trip for.  We were all so glad that we did.  It was a breath taking day!  Much better than my last Oregon coast trip, where it rained the entire week!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BOLtzDw1IEg/SKj7SGlo8aI/AAAAAAAAAv4/cWA3_Xvisno/s1600-h/Us+in+Oregon.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOLtzDw1IEg/SKj7SWTZwZI/AAAAAAAAAwA/Cfnd1NDUUZ0/s1600-h/IMG_0243.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235710859461378450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOLtzDw1IEg/SKj7SWTZwZI/AAAAAAAAAwA/Cfnd1NDUUZ0/s320/IMG_0243.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sunset in N. Oregon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BOLtzDw1IEg/SKj7SkoDfjI/AAAAAAAAAwI/p8rTFXGxQl8/s1600-h/IMG_0269.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235710863306096178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BOLtzDw1IEg/SKj7SkoDfjI/AAAAAAAAAwI/p8rTFXGxQl8/s320/IMG_0269.JPG" 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/362427928343094195-7378304600280249025?l=kataroo21.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kataroo21.blogspot.com/feeds/7378304600280249025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=362427928343094195&amp;postID=7378304600280249025' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/362427928343094195/posts/default/7378304600280249025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/362427928343094195/posts/default/7378304600280249025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kataroo21.blogspot.com/2008/08/west-coast-road-trip.html' title='West Coast Road Trip'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09713458277916259941</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/_BOLtzDw1IEg/SKj73HS5c5I/AAAAAAAAAwQ/xZzOYCTn1Aw/s72-c/IMG_2136.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-362427928343094195.post-5167033111095689748</id><published>2008-08-17T20:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T21:03:53.236-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas 2007</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Christmas with Ari&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BOLtzDw1IEg/SKjw2sJBvbI/AAAAAAAAAvg/T01w55Nw5eI/s1600-h/Michael+with+Ari.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235699389170826674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BOLtzDw1IEg/SKjw2sJBvbI/AAAAAAAAAvg/T01w55Nw5eI/s320/Michael+with+Ari.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Arianisa was born December 8, 2007 and 3 weeks later Michael and I flew down to Texas to&lt;br /&gt;see her over Xmas. I couldn't get enough of her! She was so cute and tiny! Here she is with Michael. It was his first time to hold a baby! He got lots of practice in over our week long stay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOLtzDw1IEg/SKju7l6wh0I/AAAAAAAAAu4/1uZGio-w3mI/s1600-h/Auntie+Kate.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235697274376456002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOLtzDw1IEg/SKju7l6wh0I/AAAAAAAAAu4/1uZGio-w3mI/s320/Auntie+Kate.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Aunt Kate&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Aunt Kate holding and admiring Ari...pretty much what I did the entire stay. We spent several long nights up together, with me taking baby duty to relieve the exhausted new parents! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BOLtzDw1IEg/SKju79wNtxI/AAAAAAAAAvI/ud1PSd-j1fY/s1600-h/Reagan+and+Ari.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235697280774682386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BOLtzDw1IEg/SKju79wNtxI/AAAAAAAAAvI/ud1PSd-j1fY/s320/Reagan+and+Ari.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ari and Reagan (the new mommy) checking each other out. SO cute!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BOLtzDw1IEg/SKju77MmotI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/9qCkBflBC7g/s1600-h/Xmas+Family+Pic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235697280088449746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BOLtzDw1IEg/SKju77MmotI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/9qCkBflBC7g/s320/Xmas+Family+Pic.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Deming Family Photo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;My Uncle Henry drove my 89 year old Grandma Van all the way down from Colorado to see her first great-grand child. It was so special for all of us! Grandma just couldn't stop staring at Ari! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOLtzDw1IEg/SKju8Luub7I/AAAAAAAAAvY/lpy72N6oFAY/s1600-h/Grandma+Van+with+Ari.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235697284526534578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOLtzDw1IEg/SKju8Luub7I/AAAAAAAAAvY/lpy72N6oFAY/s320/Grandma+Van+with+Ari.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Grandma VanSchoonhoven and Ari taking each other in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/362427928343094195-5167033111095689748?l=kataroo21.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kataroo21.blogspot.com/feeds/5167033111095689748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=362427928343094195&amp;postID=5167033111095689748' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/362427928343094195/posts/default/5167033111095689748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/362427928343094195/posts/default/5167033111095689748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kataroo21.blogspot.com/2008/08/christmas-2007.html' title='Christmas 2007'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09713458277916259941</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/_BOLtzDw1IEg/SKjw2sJBvbI/AAAAAAAAAvg/T01w55Nw5eI/s72-c/Michael+with+Ari.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-362427928343094195.post-6047930955906733941</id><published>2007-12-17T00:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-17T00:11:27.843-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Aunt Kate!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Arianisa August Deming&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOLtzDw1IEg/R2YuWZ0XVNI/AAAAAAAAAPk/PIvtBUpe02Q/s1600-h/Arianisa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144850586739889362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOLtzDw1IEg/R2YuWZ0XVNI/AAAAAAAAAPk/PIvtBUpe02Q/s320/Arianisa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I'm SOOOO excited!!! I'm now an Auntie to little Ari who was born early Saturday December 8, 2007.  This was a picture sent to me, but I'll be flying home this week and can guarantee there will soon be more!&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/362427928343094195-6047930955906733941?l=kataroo21.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kataroo21.blogspot.com/feeds/6047930955906733941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=362427928343094195&amp;postID=6047930955906733941' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/362427928343094195/posts/default/6047930955906733941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/362427928343094195/posts/default/6047930955906733941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kataroo21.blogspot.com/2007/12/aunt-kate.html' title='Aunt Kate!'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09713458277916259941</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/_BOLtzDw1IEg/R2YuWZ0XVNI/AAAAAAAAAPk/PIvtBUpe02Q/s72-c/Arianisa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-362427928343094195.post-5851910148154213681</id><published>2007-12-16T23:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-17T00:06:53.390-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fall Fun</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thanksgiving in Texas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BOLtzDw1IEg/R2YsYp0XVMI/AAAAAAAAAPc/15WLTtuyIT0/s1600-h/Thanksgiving+with+Michael+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144848426371339458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BOLtzDw1IEg/R2YsYp0XVMI/AAAAAAAAAPc/15WLTtuyIT0/s320/Thanksgiving+with+Michael+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michael came down and joined me and my family in Granbury for a wonderful Thanksgiving! It was 75 degrees when I landed Wed. evening and snowed Thanksgiving Thursday...go figure. It was beautiful though and Friday I was able to show Michael around my little hometown square all decorated with lights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;October Pumpkin Carving&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BOLtzDw1IEg/R2Yqn50XVII/AAAAAAAAAO8/qvzuuqVj44g/s1600-h/Pumpkin+Carving+2007+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144846489341088898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BOLtzDw1IEg/R2Yqn50XVII/AAAAAAAAAO8/qvzuuqVj44g/s320/Pumpkin+Carving+2007+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I love pumpkin and what better way to celebrate than a pumpkin carving extravaganza! Doreen and I hosted a night of pumpkin treats and carving at Bryan and Sue's house with close to 30 people showing up. The results were pretty amazing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BOLtzDw1IEg/R2YqoJ0XVJI/AAAAAAAAAPE/llCVw2HQbxU/s1600-h/Pumpkin+Carving+2007+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144846493636056210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BOLtzDw1IEg/R2YqoJ0XVJI/AAAAAAAAAPE/llCVw2HQbxU/s320/Pumpkin+Carving+2007+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Just one of the "carving stations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOLtzDw1IEg/R2YqoZ0XVKI/AAAAAAAAAPM/vus6MsQqD40/s1600-h/Pumpkin+Carving+2007+020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144846497931023522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOLtzDw1IEg/R2YqoZ0XVKI/AAAAAAAAAPM/vus6MsQqD40/s320/Pumpkin+Carving+2007+020.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;And the final result...stars, swirls, owls, cannibal pumpkins, haunted houses, pirate skulls...Amazing!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BOLtzDw1IEg/R2Yqop0XVLI/AAAAAAAAAPU/VnKiBpHdeII/s1600-h/Pumpkin+Carving+2007+018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144846502225990834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BOLtzDw1IEg/R2Yqop0XVLI/AAAAAAAAAPU/VnKiBpHdeII/s320/Pumpkin+Carving+2007+018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/362427928343094195-5851910148154213681?l=kataroo21.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kataroo21.blogspot.com/feeds/5851910148154213681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=362427928343094195&amp;postID=5851910148154213681' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/362427928343094195/posts/default/5851910148154213681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/362427928343094195/posts/default/5851910148154213681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kataroo21.blogspot.com/2007/12/fall-fun.html' title='Fall Fun'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09713458277916259941</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/_BOLtzDw1IEg/R2YsYp0XVMI/AAAAAAAAAPc/15WLTtuyIT0/s72-c/Thanksgiving+with+Michael+005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-362427928343094195.post-1021161147319805248</id><published>2007-11-03T18:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-12T18:29:12.104-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ireland</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Ireland:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;After the choir headed back to Dallas, I headed on to Ireland and met up my friend Kateen from Seattle. We rented a cute little red car and embarked on an incredible journey down Ireland's winding roads. It was above and beyond what either of us had expected. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BOLtzDw1IEg/Ry0t1DUs__I/AAAAAAAAALQ/ENA04iTagu4/s1600-h/UKIreland+328.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128805940093321202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BOLtzDw1IEg/Ry0t1DUs__I/AAAAAAAAALQ/ENA04iTagu4/s320/UKIreland+328.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Our Irish welcome heading into Dingle Ireland...a much needed change of luck after having had our rental car backed into by a bizarre little Irish man only 2 hours into our road trip. Dingle was a wonderful quaint little Irish fishing town filled with friendly people, amazing food, and wonderful live Irish music.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BOLtzDw1IEg/Ry0t1zUtAAI/AAAAAAAAALY/OfIBHZnAVns/s1600-h/UKIreland+360.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128805952978223106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BOLtzDw1IEg/Ry0t1zUtAAI/AAAAAAAAALY/OfIBHZnAVns/s320/UKIreland+360.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Just one of 100's of pictures I took of Ireland's beautiful coastline.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132117380782167346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOLtzDw1IEg/RzjxkRMhFTI/AAAAAAAAAL0/ntqQIV4GSFM/s320/UKIreland+396.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;This little sheep thought he was king of the hill. He just stood there and watched as we laughed and laughed at him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132118287020266818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BOLtzDw1IEg/RzjyZBMhFUI/AAAAAAAAAL8/Tbd7P1QmMWw/s320/UKIreland+409.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The Long and Winding Road &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;This picture was taken along the coastline of the Dingle Peninsula...sometimes there was barely room for us to squeeze by, which made for numerous "hold your breath moments"! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132118329969939794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BOLtzDw1IEg/RzjybhMhFVI/AAAAAAAAAME/-TOEmFyH1NY/s320/UKIreland+416.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stained glass in a little pub we stopped at for lunch. I believe it was in Levenworth. We of course had the soup of the day, which in Ireland is always vegetable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132118329969939810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BOLtzDw1IEg/RzjybhMhFWI/AAAAAAAAAMM/_0wMEfRbwkM/s320/UKIreland+429.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;A very common occurance when traveling in Ireland...herding sheep down the road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132127164717667698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BOLtzDw1IEg/Rzj6dxMhFXI/AAAAAAAAAMU/cDxMpxMu0_E/s320/UKIreland+462.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The little port of Roundstone. It was cloudy when we arrived and then the sun finally managed to peek through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132127169012635010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BOLtzDw1IEg/Rzj6eBMhFYI/AAAAAAAAAMc/0kOsdhuu6Qw/s320/UKIreland+483.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Somewhere near Clifden I believe. What a gorgeous day...I guess the more accurate way to say it, is "what a gorgeous moment." The weather in Ireland is constantly changing throughout the day and can be rainy and cloudy, then sunny, then foggy, then rainy and cloudy again.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132127177602569618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BOLtzDw1IEg/Rzj6ehMhFZI/AAAAAAAAAMk/Hgc2HLboUK0/s320/UKIreland+489.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;This time instead of the usual sheep herding we got to herd cows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132127186192504226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BOLtzDw1IEg/Rzj6fBMhFaI/AAAAAAAAAMs/D5T2AON1Mz8/s320/UKIreland+493.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132131330835944882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOLtzDw1IEg/Rzj-QRMhFbI/AAAAAAAAAM0/yMKib3q_OCE/s320/UKIreland+498.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Kylemore Castle (1868) We lucked out and got there just in time to take a few pictures before it started pouring down rain.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132131339425879490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BOLtzDw1IEg/Rzj-QxMhFcI/AAAAAAAAAM8/W-KoUAbbMt4/s320/UKIreland+515.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Sigh...this reminds me of New Zealand. Absolutely beautiful.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132131343720846802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BOLtzDw1IEg/Rzj-RBMhFdI/AAAAAAAAANE/C0WLnMOio5M/s320/UKIreland+525.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Seriously...the best salad I have ever tasted...hands down. Yes I realized that there's really not too much in way of "salad" per say, but maybe that's why it was the best I've ever had:) It was quite un-expected seeing as we were in the tiny little surfing town of Strandhill...yes I know, surfing in Ireland? In the morning we went for a refreshing jog on the beach. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132131352310781410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BOLtzDw1IEg/Rzj-RhMhFeI/AAAAAAAAANM/w25x9wNH2gc/s320/UKIreland+536.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Strandhill Beach: The beginning of a spectacular sunset...get ready, I tried to condense the 100+ I took to just a few. Not easy!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132136227098662418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BOLtzDw1IEg/RzkCtRMhFhI/AAAAAAAAANg/sbVOUVJIJ4g/s320/UKIreland+570.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Me on the beach just before the sky cleared up a bit and everyone in town came out to watch the sunset. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132136239983564322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOLtzDw1IEg/RzkCuBMhFiI/AAAAAAAAANo/neTPGNVxDXE/s320/UKIreland+586.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;One of the local kiddos, enjoying the evening.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132136257163433522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOLtzDw1IEg/RzkCvBMhFjI/AAAAAAAAANw/g6KSaTyn21g/s320/UKIreland+589.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132136270048335426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BOLtzDw1IEg/RzkCvxMhFkI/AAAAAAAAAN4/EfhRP82_VmY/s320/UKIreland+598.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Yeah...it was an amazing evening:)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132138340222572114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BOLtzDw1IEg/RzkEoRMhFlI/AAAAAAAAAOA/jFBKX5loYKs/s320/UKIreland+631.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;On our way to the cliffs of Slieve League...we just had to stop and explore one of the many little dirt roads.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132138353107474018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOLtzDw1IEg/RzkEpBMhFmI/AAAAAAAAAOI/gGGE30UkiZY/s320/UKIreland+661.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Ok...talk about holding your breath...this was the little road winding up to the the cliffs of Slieve League...supposedly the highest sea cliffs in Europe. The only thing between us and the drop-off was the make-shift fence you see. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132138361697408626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BOLtzDw1IEg/RzkEphMhFnI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/FUlXEhOfqe0/s320/UKIreland+708.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Sheep, sheep, everywhere...the top of the cliffs were no exception. They seemed to be oblivious to the fact that were teetering on the edge of certain doom if they slipped.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132138365992375938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BOLtzDw1IEg/RzkEpxMhFoI/AAAAAAAAAOY/57agkLxmIzs/s320/UKIreland+718.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Behind every picture is a story and this one is certainly no exception. After coming down from the cliffs we passed through the little village and I happened to see 3 older Irishmen sitting on the bench, fully engrossed in their ice cream. Being an extreme ice cream fan I couldn't resist having Kateen pull over the car. I'm sure they thought I was a complete nut as I ran over and asked to take their picture, but they agreed and it's probably my favorite of the entire trip.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/362427928343094195-1021161147319805248?l=kataroo21.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kataroo21.blogspot.com/feeds/1021161147319805248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=362427928343094195&amp;postID=1021161147319805248' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/362427928343094195/posts/default/1021161147319805248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/362427928343094195/posts/default/1021161147319805248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kataroo21.blogspot.com/2007/11/ireland.html' title='Ireland'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09713458277916259941</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/_BOLtzDw1IEg/Ry0t1DUs__I/AAAAAAAAALQ/ENA04iTagu4/s72-c/UKIreland+328.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-362427928343094195.post-73535758263338127</id><published>2007-09-08T12:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-09T00:22:59.134-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;England, Wales, &amp; Scotland Continued&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Bath, England&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107920189274173122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOLtzDw1IEg/RuL6WWa7rsI/AAAAAAAAAIY/_GcWwKbhXtQ/s320/UKIreland+184.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;One of the beautiful sandstone buildings in the city of Bath. All of the town's buildings are made of this special sandstone. We were told though, that the quarry is almost finished and they're not sure what they're going to use for future buildings. The town is best known for it's Roman baths. Great if you like the smell of sulphur!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107920193569140434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BOLtzDw1IEg/RuL6Wma7rtI/AAAAAAAAAIg/fqUA-A7ySjw/s320/UKIreland+200.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Another view in Bath. I had visited the town in 1998 and toured the Baths then, so this time I decided to walk around and see the other sites the town had to offer. I found out that Jane Austen supposedly lived here. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107920206454042338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOLtzDw1IEg/RuL6XWa7ruI/AAAAAAAAAIo/DbodZt5CpKI/s320/UKIreland+219.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;One more picture taken in Bath. What a beautiful evening! There were hot air balloons everywhere adding to the already picturesque view.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tintern Abbey, Southeastern Wales&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107925519328587506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BOLtzDw1IEg/RuL_Mma7rvI/AAAAAAAAAIw/UzuG5EbSXgg/s320/UKIreland+246.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107925523623554818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BOLtzDw1IEg/RuL_M2a7rwI/AAAAAAAAAI4/Z-RTbh-ozuQ/s320/UKIreland+249.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Two pictures taken at Tintern Abbey in Southeastern Wales. The fog and misty rain gave it a wonderful enchanted feeling. The area was surrounded by mountains and I loved the cows grazing on the little farm that butted right up against the abbey's ruins. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Chester, England&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107928379776806674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOLtzDw1IEg/RuMBzGa7rxI/AAAAAAAAAJA/Gu1j14TQyGY/s320/UKIreland+259.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Hurray for finding my own personal store in the little town of Chester! Unfortunately it was closed since it was Sunday. I guess I'll just have to take a trip back someday to check it out!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hadrian's Wall, England&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107929779936145186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BOLtzDw1IEg/RuMDEma7ryI/AAAAAAAAAJI/qwak8KEXydo/s320/UKIreland+265.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107929788526079794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOLtzDw1IEg/RuMDFGa7rzI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/ox-an_gtMIQ/s320/UKIreland+267.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107929797116014402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BOLtzDw1IEg/RuMDFma7r0I/AAAAAAAAAJY/vGroBFyzCJ8/s320/UKIreland+269.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;An unplanned diversion led us to Hadrian's Wall out in the middle of no where. I was much more captivated by the countryside than the little museum or the wall. It was blissful to walk barefoot up the hill, skipping through the sheep fields. I highly recommend it! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Edinburgh, Scotland&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107932326851751762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BOLtzDw1IEg/RuMFY2a7r1I/AAAAAAAAAJg/Yo0XeSo4j8A/s320/UKIreland+278.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107932335441686386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BOLtzDw1IEg/RuMFZWa7r3I/AAAAAAAAAJw/pCdIdQ2MM6Y/s320/UKIreland+276.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;A picture of Edinburgh Castle and then a view of the city from atop the castle. Edinburgh is hands down one of my most favorite cities in the world. It's hard to even begin to comprehend the history this city has witnessed! When we arrived to sing, there was a Scottish wedding taking place and bagpipers were playing from the castle walls. Quite an entrance! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sterling Castle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107932331146719074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOLtzDw1IEg/RuMFZGa7r2I/AAAAAAAAAJo/Mqfv59VfA2o/s320/UKIreland+290.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;A much smaller castle than Edinburgh, but still amazing. We had a wonderful last concert here! It was an amazing trip!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Michael&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108099452619173762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BOLtzDw1IEg/RuOdY2a7r4I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/7ik5L89MdG0/s320/Katie+and+Mike+Glasgow.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;So one of the biggest surprises of the whole trip was meeting and falling head over heels for an amazing fella. Michael, an incredible countertenor, and I happened to stand by each other during the concerts. It was half-way through the trip that we really started talking and quickly hit it off.  He is originally from St. Croix, part of the Virgin Islands, but currently lives in Dallas. Since the trip I've been to Dallas, he's been to Seattle and now I'm back to Dallas at the end of the month to introduce him to the family. Who knows what the future holds! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/362427928343094195-73535758263338127?l=kataroo21.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kataroo21.blogspot.com/feeds/73535758263338127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=362427928343094195&amp;postID=73535758263338127' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/362427928343094195/posts/default/73535758263338127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/362427928343094195/posts/default/73535758263338127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kataroo21.blogspot.com/2007/09/england-wales-scotland-continued-bath.html' title=''/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09713458277916259941</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/_BOLtzDw1IEg/RuL6WWa7rsI/AAAAAAAAAIY/_GcWwKbhXtQ/s72-c/UKIreland+184.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-362427928343094195.post-4428839787945846839</id><published>2007-09-04T21:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-05T18:21:07.112-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"&gt;England, Wales, &amp; Scotland: July 2007&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This summer I was invited by my best friend and old college roommate, Kara, to join her church choir from Dallas on their tour of the UK. It was great to be back in the country that spurred my love of travel almost 10 years ago when I'd toured there with my high school choir. We went to a few places I'd visited, but saw many sights I hadn't seen before. It was a blast!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106593246243171970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BOLtzDw1IEg/Rt5DgGa7roI/AAAAAAAAAHc/IGT6A6axONM/s320/UKIreland+098.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Night time in London: an amazing evening spent catching up with old friends, eating great Thai, and exploring the sights of the city. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106580687758798290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 311px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 217px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="188" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BOLtzDw1IEg/Rt44FGa7rdI/AAAAAAAAAGE/8rktSEINlsQ/s320/UKIreland+093.jpg" width="289" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Old Choir Buddies: Kara, Me, &amp; Greg&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Kara and I got to meet up with our college buddy Greg who has been living and working in London for two years. It was great to see him and exciting to watch him on TV the week we got back to the US. He's a theater/film major and recently was on the Discovery Channel during shark week in a documentary titled "Ocean of Fear: The Worst Shark Attack Ever," which re-enacted the sinking of the USS Indianapolis. Check it out: &lt;a href="http://dsc.discovery.com/convergence/sharkweek/slide-shows/ocean-of-fear.html"&gt;http://dsc.discovery.com/convergence/sharkweek/slide-shows/ocean-of-fear.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106584304121261538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BOLtzDw1IEg/Rt47Xma7reI/AAAAAAAAAGM/UDY7Cd2AnJY/s320/UKIreland+018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106584312711196162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BOLtzDw1IEg/Rt47YGa7rgI/AAAAAAAAAGc/iDSBvZSiOpk/s320/UKIreland+021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Two pictures of Trafalgar Square on a beautiful sunny afternoon.  The square is known for it's massive lion sculptures which are usually swarming with kids and tourists.  A great place to just sit and people watch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106584308416228850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BOLtzDw1IEg/Rt47X2a7rfI/AAAAAAAAAGU/8Ik0SDM9nZk/s320/UKIreland+010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Inside the British Museum, located only a few blocks from our hotel.  Like many of the museums in the UK, it's free to visit!  Unfortunately, we got there just as the exhibits closed for the evening.  Still just the building itself was something to behold!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106584317006163474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="286" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOLtzDw1IEg/Rt47YWa7rhI/AAAAAAAAAGk/MzI5sFM3F8s/s320/UKIreland+057.jpg" width="223" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Who can resist a uniformed man on a horse?  One of the many guards we saw throughout the city.  The week before our arrival in London was the terrorist bombing scare, so security was extremely tight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106584317006163490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOLtzDw1IEg/Rt47YWa7riI/AAAAAAAAAGs/9hQFvoNCaog/s320/UKIreland+072.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;A view of the famous London Eye from one of the many, beautiful parks in the city.  For $30 bucks you can take a ride and see the city from above...we decided to explore the city on foot instead...much cheaper!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106586902576475698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BOLtzDw1IEg/Rt49u2a7rjI/AAAAAAAAAG0/0PEEwUqAwwQ/s320/UKIreland+086.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Outside Buckingham Palace: When the Queen is at home, which she was this day, you can see her royal flag flying from the flag pole on top of the palace. This flag is called the Royal Standard.   &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106586906871443010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BOLtzDw1IEg/Rt49vGa7rkI/AAAAAAAAAG8/Dpq3LbhauaQ/s320/UKIreland+128.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The famous Stonehenge: A very intriguing and windy place to visit!  Quite busy as well...everyone walking around asking the same questions..How? and Why? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106586906871443026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BOLtzDw1IEg/Rt49vGa7rlI/AAAAAAAAAHE/T4MTw9iazJo/s320/UKIreland+142.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Gloucester Cathedral Cloisters: Cloisters are my favorite part of a cathedral.  They usually consist of four window corridors that surround a courtyard.  Sometimes they are open arches, but in this case they were arched stained glass windows.  Beautiful when the light streams through...which it was when we arrived!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106586911166410338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOLtzDw1IEg/Rt49vWa7rmI/AAAAAAAAAHM/PW2zdrkiG8Y/s320/Glouchester+Concert.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The Choir singing in the Gloucester Cathedral...an AMAZING and unforgettable choral experience.  The week after we left the town of Gloucester flooded.  It supposedly was one of the worst floods in its history.  Glad we passed through on a dry, sunny day!  The week after we would have had to have used a boat to get around the town!  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/362427928343094195-4428839787945846839?l=kataroo21.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kataroo21.blogspot.com/feeds/4428839787945846839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=362427928343094195&amp;postID=4428839787945846839' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/362427928343094195/posts/default/4428839787945846839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/362427928343094195/posts/default/4428839787945846839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kataroo21.blogspot.com/2007/09/england-wales-scotland-july-2007-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09713458277916259941</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/_BOLtzDw1IEg/Rt5DgGa7roI/AAAAAAAAAHc/IGT6A6axONM/s72-c/UKIreland+098.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
