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I Want To Be A Bear

In my next life I want to be a bear.
If you're a bear, you get to hibernate. You do nothing but sleep for six months.
I could deal with that.
Before you hibernate, you're supposed to eat yourself stupid.
I could deal with that, too.
If you're a bear, you give birth to your children (who only weigh half a pound) while you're sleeping and wake to partially grown, cute cuddly cubs.
I could definitely deal with that.
If you're a mama bear, everyone knows you mean business. You swat anyone who bothers your cubs. If your cubs get out of line, you swat them too.
I could deal with that.
If you're a bear, your mate EXPECTS you to wake up growling. He EXPECTS that you will have hairy legs and excess body fat. He KNOWS not to get between you and the food.
Yup... Gonna be a bear.

Blogger seems to be messing up all the pictures taken in Portrait Mode, thank you blogger.

 

So much happened so much time passed. Trying to keep up with posting here has been tougher than expected. It is truly amazing how much one relies on a steady internet connection. Well here we are, back in a place where the connection is right in our room. Right now Jean-Pierre and I are waiting out our time in Istanbul. Our flight is on Tuesday afternoon, but due to some rather unexpected events, we are in a hotel room waiting for time to pass.

A quick catch up is surely in order. So here we go…

 

new path created to reach gully at the border of the garden 

 Mosaic, tea and biscuits

early morning on the mountain

finding the gully 

still looking for the gully

Lunch and a subsequent broken bench... nevermind, fixed again , now back to lunch!

 

off to the waterfall after lunch.... transporting the team was a treat.

 

and enroute.