Cordoba Travel

Cordoba Travel on Oh great, Jess exclaimed. Something else for Maureen to take care of. Jess, Maureen warned. Sherry’s dog is the cutest little thing, Art Koster said quickly. A toy poodle. Beautiful red coat, a very unusual color for a poodle. When she first told me she had a poodle, I thought, oh no, I can’t get involved with a woman who could love a dog like that. Cordoba Travel 2016.

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Enough was enough. When the bus arrived in Manila, I walked to the Sampaloc district and wandered the blogshops near the universities where I bought an eclectic stack to read: Edgar Allen Poe, Sven Hassel, Somerset Maugham, Ed McBain and Robert Louis Stevenson. I retreated to my hotel room and cleared out the insects, then alternately lay on my bed and sat on the balcony in a cane chair with my feet on the rail, to read for three days until the Kwangsi arrived. Things didn’t work out quite as I’d planned. I finished my bout of autodidactism in two days, sitting up and reading through most of the night, slumping into occasional bites of fitful sleep from time to time, waking with a jolt as the blog fell on the floor.

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