<?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-5171222323341478588</id><updated>2011-07-08T02:27:27.314-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's a Beautiful Life</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmalsefton.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171222323341478588/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmalsefton.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Emma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09249930804014102176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2D0dcAMhQ68/SuXy1EzWe2I/AAAAAAAAAOs/UTFwNn5szZM/S220/6455_752041540663_10203240_44245841_4983350_n.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>41</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5171222323341478588.post-8343008705413051433</id><published>2010-07-19T09:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-19T09:22:41.884-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Go Confidently in the Direction of your Dreams</title><content type='html'>Confidence is a funny thing.  It has the ability to change a situation and to differ among cultures.  It can improve your spanish or sales abilities and can also make you look like a total jackass.  Anyway, I have recently noticed that confidence is really something that some professions must require.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One such profession would be a waitress.  Now, I'm most definitely NOT claiming to have been a fabulous waitress, previously in my life, yet I can recognize the need to own what you are selling/serving.  On my recent trip back to the D (metro Detroit area really), I went to check out 'South' a new, LA/poshy restaurant, bar in downtown Birmingham.  I'll give them the fact that they just opened, but the waitress was so unconfident it was awkward.  First with the Michelada... which was exciting to see on a menu in Birmingham.  For those of you who haven't had the pleasure, a Michelada is a kind of bloody mary beer drink from the latin lands. The waitress pronounced it Mi-kela... lines the rim with sugar (not salt) and then asked if it tasted good after she served it.  She then proceeded to ask us how the rest of our food and beverages were because she 'hasn't had them and always wondered, I mean they look good but she just didn't know'.  I mean come on, at one point she was interrupting our conversation, a long awaited international catchup session. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Another profession that should really add confidence to it's needed skills is a yoga instructor.  I know that yoga is for everyone and that it is about much more than just the asnas, yet the person leading the group must go confidently and with direction through the class.  A recent class, with a rather new teacher brought this to my attention when I found myself thinking I'd rather be doing yoga alone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Of course it's always easy to criticize.  I know that I frequently lack confidence, living in a world where I am a bit of a fish out of water. But I will continue making speculations from my view here on the beach. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/5171222323341478588-8343008705413051433?l=emmalsefton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmalsefton.blogspot.com/feeds/8343008705413051433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5171222323341478588&amp;postID=8343008705413051433' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171222323341478588/posts/default/8343008705413051433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171222323341478588/posts/default/8343008705413051433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmalsefton.blogspot.com/2010/07/go-confidently-in-direction-of-your.html' title='Go Confidently in the Direction of your Dreams'/><author><name>Emma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09249930804014102176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2D0dcAMhQ68/SuXy1EzWe2I/AAAAAAAAAOs/UTFwNn5szZM/S220/6455_752041540663_10203240_44245841_4983350_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5171222323341478588.post-4537825053080101922</id><published>2010-06-22T11:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-22T12:26:58.462-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hiatus Over! ...and weird American hugging</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I have neglected to blog for far too long. As life has been busy, with lots to blog about, it hasn't made it to the top of my to-do list, until now that is. Not until I awkwardly met some fellow Americans down here in Anitgua, did I feel the need to express myself here on 'It's a Beautiful Life'.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2D0dcAMhQ68/TCEH-qKslpI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/8fUVr7um1pE/s1600/hug.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 180px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2D0dcAMhQ68/TCEH-qKslpI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/8fUVr7um1pE/s320/hug.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485674594166412946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In Guatemala, and most of Latin American I assume, there are some things that are just different... personal space distances, lunch hour, driving norms, etc... The customs of meeting new people and introducing yourself are no exception. It's most common that when you meet someone you kind of half hug/embrace them with a slight cheek kiss or just cheek kiss motion. In Guatemala most times that is accompanied by a quick 'Que Tal?' (what's up), which is not intended really to be answered and signifies that you speak spanish, I've noticed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've gotten used to this introduction and don't generally think much of it, until I met the three Americans in the bike shop* the other day.  When saying good bye and nice to meet you, I went for my usually half hug, cheek motion bit and each of them was more awkward than the next. The first one gave me a back pat from a distance, the second tried to read my body movement while leaning in and out and the third gave me a full hug around the waist... umm. I almost laughed out loud, but I didn't want to be rude. I'm not sure if I like that general American hand shake or the full latin intro, but each has it's time and place I guess.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In other news, since previous posting... the 'bike shop' &lt;a href="http://www.donquijotecruisers.com/"&gt;DON QUIJOTE CRUISERS&lt;/a&gt; is really taking off. Chino and I opened the shop in January and after trial and errors and lots of learning along the way, we are fully open, operating and renting bicycles all over the place. Antigua is a funny place to do business, a very particular little town full of very particular people, brought here for one reason or the next and then stayed. With that mix, there is a lot of international influence, great food and lots of bars. The cruiser bikes fit right into the &lt;a href="http://www.jcrew.com/catalog/catalog.jsp?FOLDER%3C%3Efolder_id=1408474395183469&amp;amp;bmUID=1277234455419&amp;amp;index=11"&gt;picture perfect scene&lt;/a&gt; and provide an alternative way to spend your sightseeing day in our colonial town. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Until next time... cruise on!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2D0dcAMhQ68/TCENn-iAXFI/AAAAAAAAAQY/uZwMVcTV97g/s400/Celeste.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485680801565662290" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5171222323341478588-4537825053080101922?l=emmalsefton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmalsefton.blogspot.com/feeds/4537825053080101922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5171222323341478588&amp;postID=4537825053080101922' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171222323341478588/posts/default/4537825053080101922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171222323341478588/posts/default/4537825053080101922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmalsefton.blogspot.com/2010/06/hiatus-over-and-weird-american-hugging.html' title='Hiatus Over! ...and weird American hugging'/><author><name>Emma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09249930804014102176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2D0dcAMhQ68/SuXy1EzWe2I/AAAAAAAAAOs/UTFwNn5szZM/S220/6455_752041540663_10203240_44245841_4983350_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2D0dcAMhQ68/TCEH-qKslpI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/8fUVr7um1pE/s72-c/hug.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5171222323341478588.post-4816352487720577171</id><published>2009-11-03T10:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T17:37:29.239-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What's My Name?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://matadornights.com/musicmonday-trivia-rap-and-short/"&gt;As posted on Matador Nights...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:large;"&gt;Rappers’ Real Names&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 344px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2D0dcAMhQ68/SvB6QBNReEI/AAAAAAAAAPM/lnES64EAubc/s400/mc-hammer.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399950368837826626" /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div&gt;Vanilla Ice – Robert Van Winkle&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Snoop Doggy Dogg – Calvin Broadus&lt;br /&gt;Shaggy – Orville Richard Burrell&lt;br /&gt;Tupac Shakur – Lesane Crooks&lt;br /&gt;Guru – Keith Elam&lt;br /&gt;Queen Latifah – Dana Owens&lt;br /&gt;Shabba Ranks – Rexton Rawlston Gordon&lt;br /&gt;Notorious Big – Christopher Wallace&lt;br /&gt;LL Cool J – James Todd Smith&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Foxy Brown – Inga Marchand&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chuck D – Carlton Douglas Ridenhour&lt;br /&gt;Coolio – Artis Ivey&lt;br /&gt;Flavor Flav – William Dreyton&lt;br /&gt;Krs One – Kris Parker&lt;br /&gt;Eric B – Eric Barrier&lt;br /&gt;Rakim – William Griffin&lt;br /&gt;Timbaland – Tim Mosely&lt;br /&gt;Missy Elliot – Melissa Elliot&lt;br /&gt;Slick Rick – Ricky Walters&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Redman – Reggie Noble&lt;br /&gt;MC Hammer – Stanley Kirk Burrell&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ice T – Tracy Marrow&lt;br /&gt;Grandmaster Flash – Joseph Sadler&lt;br /&gt;Doug E Fresh – Douglas Davies&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...Ladies Love Cool James, right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/5171222323341478588-4816352487720577171?l=emmalsefton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmalsefton.blogspot.com/feeds/4816352487720577171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5171222323341478588&amp;postID=4816352487720577171' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171222323341478588/posts/default/4816352487720577171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171222323341478588/posts/default/4816352487720577171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmalsefton.blogspot.com/2009/11/whats-my-name.html' title='What&apos;s My Name?'/><author><name>Emma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09249930804014102176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2D0dcAMhQ68/SuXy1EzWe2I/AAAAAAAAAOs/UTFwNn5szZM/S220/6455_752041540663_10203240_44245841_4983350_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2D0dcAMhQ68/SvB6QBNReEI/AAAAAAAAAPM/lnES64EAubc/s72-c/mc-hammer.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5171222323341478588.post-7805465718164489494</id><published>2009-09-25T12:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T12:53:02.028-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Testies and Rural Flavor at the Blues &amp; Brews</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I know I already mentioned how much I enjoyed the Telluride Blues &amp;amp; Brews this year and I think it deserves a bit more insight really. The Sunday day-time shows provided us the opportunity to lay down a blanket and just take in the scene. After a short time in our new "spot" we had a pretty good understanding of the people surrounding us...to the right we had the rural flavor, to the left some adult reunion group dancing their pants off and in front of us were the "testies", techie festies. &lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2D0dcAMhQ68/Sr0dIPCZXTI/AAAAAAAAAOk/QrWlPr-TNEU/s400/ap_telluride_festival_080820_mn.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385492756717722930" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We became aware of the surrounding community when the unhappy campers, that were the rural flavor, kicked some people out of their area and we happily agreed to squeeze them and their chairs in. The she of the couple preceded to talk loudly about how we were all stealing the space and give her husband an eye massage from behind. She has apparently been waiting in line before the festival opened to secure her tarp's location.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2D0dcAMhQ68/Sr0cm1jNECI/AAAAAAAAAOc/iXlsJBjAh48/s400/2256034027_f48985d435.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 275px; height: 183px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385492182940323874" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The "testies"in front of us acquired their newly trademarked name by being overly prepared right down to the bagged fig bar snacks. They were a young couple fully sporting danskos, prana, rei and whole food swag while sitting in folding chairs and using their binoculars to watch the performers. With these two in my line of sight I couldn't help but be continually reminded of the &lt;a href="http://stuffwhitepeoplelike.com/"&gt;"Stuff White People Like"&lt;/a&gt; list. The couple were violating at least half of the list, which is a blog and also book, featuring...standing still at concerts, tea, not having tv, etc...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The best part really is the outcome of this diverse group of concert growers. As the music went on and the sun went down, tarp lines and mud all start to blend together as more and more people take to dancing. The rural flavor couple didn't budge, they did a little jig from their seated position. The dancing group to the other side really took it to a whole new level with the mud, working it into their fun. As people flocked to the area the male of the testie couple went to run all their chairs, portable thermos and bag to the car. In the short time that he was gone his area/tarp was completely taken over by dancers and mud as his significant other was slowly pushed further and further into the corner. In the end, I think everyone had a good time and I was fully entertained just observing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5171222323341478588-7805465718164489494?l=emmalsefton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmalsefton.blogspot.com/feeds/7805465718164489494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5171222323341478588&amp;postID=7805465718164489494' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171222323341478588/posts/default/7805465718164489494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171222323341478588/posts/default/7805465718164489494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmalsefton.blogspot.com/2009/09/testies-and-rural-flavor-at-blues-brews.html' title='Testies and Rural Flavor at the Blues &amp; Brews'/><author><name>Emma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09249930804014102176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2D0dcAMhQ68/SuXy1EzWe2I/AAAAAAAAAOs/UTFwNn5szZM/S220/6455_752041540663_10203240_44245841_4983350_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2D0dcAMhQ68/Sr0dIPCZXTI/AAAAAAAAAOk/QrWlPr-TNEU/s72-c/ap_telluride_festival_080820_mn.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5171222323341478588.post-1171864763458626622</id><published>2009-09-23T20:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T21:05:01.128-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Telluride Blues &amp; Brews</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Beautiful Telluride + Blues + Beer...what could be better? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As a tightly packed weekend getaway, Telluride delivered all I had expected and more. Buddy Guy put on a great headliner show Saturday night, accompanied by Umphree's. The after-festival entertainment lived up to expectations as well, with free live blues at the New Sheridan bar all night long.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2D0dcAMhQ68/SrruX3d2nYI/AAAAAAAAAOU/ozjOrSYeyLo/s1600-h/7718_769342269863_10219553_45056279_1543095_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2D0dcAMhQ68/SrruX3d2nYI/AAAAAAAAAOU/ozjOrSYeyLo/s320/7718_769342269863_10219553_45056279_1543095_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384878398268415362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sunday was more low-key, minus the free micro-brewery tasting, so we decided to make camp and have a picnic during the day-time shows. The weather quickly turned from warm sunshine to a quick hail storm, but Bonnie Raitt was not phased...she just took a few minute break to take shelter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2D0dcAMhQ68/SrruUGzHVoI/AAAAAAAAAOM/TZ9E5Te-NNY/s1600-h/7718_769341990423_10219553_45056275_7570728_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2D0dcAMhQ68/SrruUGzHVoI/AAAAAAAAAOM/TZ9E5Te-NNY/s320/7718_769341990423_10219553_45056275_7570728_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384878333664646786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;2009...new year, same old Blues &amp;amp; Brews, love you Telluride.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5171222323341478588-1171864763458626622?l=emmalsefton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmalsefton.blogspot.com/feeds/1171864763458626622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5171222323341478588&amp;postID=1171864763458626622' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171222323341478588/posts/default/1171864763458626622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171222323341478588/posts/default/1171864763458626622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmalsefton.blogspot.com/2009/09/telluride-blues-brews.html' title='Telluride Blues &amp; Brews'/><author><name>Emma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09249930804014102176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2D0dcAMhQ68/SuXy1EzWe2I/AAAAAAAAAOs/UTFwNn5szZM/S220/6455_752041540663_10203240_44245841_4983350_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2D0dcAMhQ68/SrruX3d2nYI/AAAAAAAAAOU/ozjOrSYeyLo/s72-c/7718_769342269863_10219553_45056279_1543095_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5171222323341478588.post-5042469919084443656</id><published>2009-09-16T12:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T20:50:25.030-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Great, Social Networking, Divide</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Somewhere along the way society, at least among my 20-something recently graduated crowd, has become divided into the haves and have-nots. I'm not referring to monetary status, I'm referring to those who have embraced  online socially networking and those who are blind to it. There is a huge difference between someone at a Kings of Leon show who is tweeting via their iPhone and the person who has left their phone and camera in the car...between reading Kanye's blog post apology and hearing it on the morning radio show. Not that one is superior to the other, but the social networking virgins seem to be overwhelmed on where to begin. Here are some great places to start:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2D0dcAMhQ68/Srrqa0O5MhI/AAAAAAAAAOE/0JZaZRSXB8E/s200/twitter.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 74px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384874050893459986" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Set up a &lt;a href="http://twitter.com/"&gt;twitter &lt;/a&gt;account...you can start by adding status updates and finding some friends who might already be signed up. You can also use twitter to follow conversation trends, ask questions and get quick answers. Tons of fun!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;From here you can explore other sites and articles that might interest you through &lt;a href="http://www.stumbleupon.com/"&gt;StubleUpon&lt;/a&gt; , &lt;a href="http://digg.com/"&gt;Digg&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://delicious.com/"&gt;Delicious&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.mixx.com/"&gt;Mixx&lt;/a&gt;. These sites allow you to submit articles you love, make a network of other similar users and get info that might interest you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you are still looking for more, you can swing by &lt;a href="http://alltop.com/"&gt;Alltop&lt;/a&gt;...search topics you love most...and check out some of the top blogs in the arena.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cheers, Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5171222323341478588-5042469919084443656?l=emmalsefton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmalsefton.blogspot.com/feeds/5042469919084443656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5171222323341478588&amp;postID=5042469919084443656' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171222323341478588/posts/default/5042469919084443656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171222323341478588/posts/default/5042469919084443656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmalsefton.blogspot.com/2009/09/great-social-networking-divide.html' title='The Great, Social Networking, Divide'/><author><name>Emma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09249930804014102176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2D0dcAMhQ68/SuXy1EzWe2I/AAAAAAAAAOs/UTFwNn5szZM/S220/6455_752041540663_10203240_44245841_4983350_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2D0dcAMhQ68/Srrqa0O5MhI/AAAAAAAAAOE/0JZaZRSXB8E/s72-c/twitter.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5171222323341478588.post-3518998053307371256</id><published>2009-08-25T12:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T07:57:19.134-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Say YES to Michigan</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2D0dcAMhQ68/SpfvURvC_NI/AAAAAAAAAN8/OsJKjz8aGdw/s1600-h/2227766605_227bb6db85.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2D0dcAMhQ68/SpfvURvC_NI/AAAAAAAAAN8/OsJKjz8aGdw/s320/2227766605_227bb6db85.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375027811927129298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although it is not a common traveler destination, Michigan has a lot to offer. From Detroit's ethnic food options to the Great Lakes, Michigan is a well kept secret. I have to say it takes a bit of an effort. I have called Michigan home for the past 20 years or so, and until recent visitors came I was completely unaware of all the mitten has to explore. &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let's start in Detroit. I have always regarded downtown Detroit as a scary place, only worthy of providing sports games and concerts. Yet, &lt;a href="http://lepetitzincdetroit.com/"&gt;La Petit Zinc&lt;/a&gt; café is a perfect of example of my error. This cute little café serves up sweet and savory crepes alongside Izze beverages. After eating, you can head to Riverside Drive and rent cruiser bikes for some shoreline pedaling at &lt;a href="http://www.wheelhousedetroit.com/"&gt;Wheelhouse Detroit&lt;/a&gt;. If all the biking tires you out, &lt;a href="http://metrotimes.com/clubs/place.asp?id=430"&gt;The Old Miami&lt;/a&gt;, a spunky bar, has a lovely backyard garden and old beer to offer. If you want to venture a little bit further, Hamtramic is famous for it's Polish food and ethnic restaurants.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2D0dcAMhQ68/SpQ5CD-nAEI/AAAAAAAAAN0/8o-bwmOTBbI/s400/5574_946058454134_2302555_56754546_2787592_n.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373982962950275138" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After exploring the city life, Grand Haven, Port Austin and Harsen's Island all offer relaxing waterside destinations. Grand Haven is a typical Lake Michigan "Up North" town offering a sandy beach and great architecture in it's homes. It is also conveniently located near to some sand dunes, where varying companies will rent you a Jeep or dune buggy to whip around on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Port Austin, located on the tip of the thumb of Michigan, is a very quiet town with &lt;a href="http://www.thumbkayak.com/"&gt;kayaking, biking&lt;/a&gt; and put-put galore. The local farmer's market sells everything from Michigan cherry's to handcrafts and kittens. Then there is Harsen's Island, which is the closest to the Metro-Detroit area, offering a huge bay and shallow water, perfect conditions for some kiteboarding sessions. Guilty plug; don't forget you &lt;a href="http://www.pumpkiteup.com/"&gt;kiteboarding PUMP&lt;/a&gt;. Arriving on the car ferry to Harsen's instantly removes you from your day-to-day life and transports you to the small town summer atmosphere, where stress in really unnecessary. This picture below is of an amphibian car that we watched drive right into the water, which a small plane was also water landing nearby, pretty cool toys.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, I say YES to MI!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2D0dcAMhQ68/SpQ4-ojPh-I/AAAAAAAAANs/87kiP9LzrbA/s1600-h/6620_1102478362574_1245154236_30226621_2839039_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2D0dcAMhQ68/SpQ4-ojPh-I/AAAAAAAAANs/87kiP9LzrbA/s400/6620_1102478362574_1245154236_30226621_2839039_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373982904048125922" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/5171222323341478588-3518998053307371256?l=emmalsefton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmalsefton.blogspot.com/feeds/3518998053307371256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5171222323341478588&amp;postID=3518998053307371256' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171222323341478588/posts/default/3518998053307371256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171222323341478588/posts/default/3518998053307371256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmalsefton.blogspot.com/2009/08/say-yes-to-michigan.html' title='Say YES to Michigan'/><author><name>Emma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09249930804014102176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2D0dcAMhQ68/SuXy1EzWe2I/AAAAAAAAAOs/UTFwNn5szZM/S220/6455_752041540663_10203240_44245841_4983350_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2D0dcAMhQ68/SpfvURvC_NI/AAAAAAAAAN8/OsJKjz8aGdw/s72-c/2227766605_227bb6db85.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5171222323341478588.post-2887537347110880298</id><published>2009-08-11T09:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T10:13:43.534-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In-Flight Wifi is a Party</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2D0dcAMhQ68/SoGhnVq5cRI/AAAAAAAAANk/Z5prOr2t-Ts/s1600-h/wi-fi2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 75px; height: 94px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2D0dcAMhQ68/SoGhnVq5cRI/AAAAAAAAANk/Z5prOr2t-Ts/s200/wi-fi2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368749928006381842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;On my recent flight from Atlanta to Chicago I got to do a free trial on Delta's in-flight wifi...incredible. You can't bust out the laptops until the 15 min. mark when "certified electronic devices" can be used. The wifi signal was great and the flight went by very quickly. I say YES to in-flight wifi, especially if it's free.&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2D0dcAMhQ68/SoGhjuSOEDI/AAAAAAAAANc/YV7yhuJAxuc/s1600-h/logo_w_skyteam.gif" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5171222323341478588-2887537347110880298?l=emmalsefton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmalsefton.blogspot.com/feeds/2887537347110880298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5171222323341478588&amp;postID=2887537347110880298' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171222323341478588/posts/default/2887537347110880298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171222323341478588/posts/default/2887537347110880298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmalsefton.blogspot.com/2009/08/in-flight-wifi-is-party.html' title='In-Flight Wifi is a Party'/><author><name>Emma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09249930804014102176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2D0dcAMhQ68/SuXy1EzWe2I/AAAAAAAAAOs/UTFwNn5szZM/S220/6455_752041540663_10203240_44245841_4983350_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2D0dcAMhQ68/SoGhnVq5cRI/AAAAAAAAANk/Z5prOr2t-Ts/s72-c/wi-fi2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5171222323341478588.post-7252298272531696902</id><published>2009-07-09T10:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T10:45:49.090-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shucos &amp; Mj</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2D0dcAMhQ68/SlYq9xEtYWI/AAAAAAAAANM/lySLSjSeQRM/s320/8.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356516047437259106" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2D0dcAMhQ68/SlYrC45uKqI/AAAAAAAAANU/o47iyAlD-sA/s1600-h/michael_jackson.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;If hot dogs are American than shucos is what Guatemala has to offer....and if the two were to battle I might have to say that shucos would win. Yesterday I tried my first shuco in Guatemala City. You just drive to the city block full of shucos in Zone 4 and these dudes race to be the first one to your car to offer you their shuco. The shuco can be with hot dog meat, or sausage and then it comes with guacamole, mayo, sour crout and a bun, all for about Q5 (roughly 50 cents).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;While you are waiting for the shucos to arrive locals vendors will approach the car and try to sell you just about anything. We were lucky enough to score a full Micheal Jackson dvd of videos and performances, along with a giant size Kung Fu Panda sticker...as if the shucos weren't enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2D0dcAMhQ68/SlYrC45uKqI/AAAAAAAAANU/o47iyAlD-sA/s1600-h/michael_jackson.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 328px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2D0dcAMhQ68/SlYrC45uKqI/AAAAAAAAANU/o47iyAlD-sA/s400/michael_jackson.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356516135438002850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5171222323341478588-7252298272531696902?l=emmalsefton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmalsefton.blogspot.com/feeds/7252298272531696902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5171222323341478588&amp;postID=7252298272531696902' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171222323341478588/posts/default/7252298272531696902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171222323341478588/posts/default/7252298272531696902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmalsefton.blogspot.com/2009/07/shucos-mj.html' title='Shucos &amp; Mj'/><author><name>Emma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09249930804014102176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2D0dcAMhQ68/SuXy1EzWe2I/AAAAAAAAAOs/UTFwNn5szZM/S220/6455_752041540663_10203240_44245841_4983350_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2D0dcAMhQ68/SlYq9xEtYWI/AAAAAAAAANM/lySLSjSeQRM/s72-c/8.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5171222323341478588.post-3110805088567298116</id><published>2009-07-07T07:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T07:48:08.538-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lake Atilan in all it's Glory</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2D0dcAMhQ68/SlNWtejsIgI/AAAAAAAAAMk/wbgidAuQ-JQ/s400/n10219553_43642740_728430.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355719721170510338" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2D0dcAMhQ68/SlNX7iRa0xI/AAAAAAAAAM8/rEIlwlxn2ew/s1600-h/lake_atitlan.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lake Atilan, located west of Guatemala City, is a surrounded by Mountains, Volcanoes and little towns. Our journey started out in San Pedro La Laguna...far left in the map below. San Pedro is one of the larger cities around the lake and is well set up for tourists with cafés spanish language schools and bars. On our first day there we rented kayaks and took them across the bay to San Marcos .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2D0dcAMhQ68/SlNX7iRa0xI/AAAAAAAAAM8/rEIlwlxn2ew/s320/lake_atitlan.gif" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 298px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355721062197416722" /&gt;San Marcos has a great cliff jumping/ swim spot where we spent some time before checking out the town. The town of San Marcos mainly consists of a shore area with lots of pathways dividing lodging and restaurants from massage and language schools. After a stroll in San Marcos we paid the dudes watching out kayaks and headed back across the lake...only by afternoon time the&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; wind picks up a bit. After battling the waves and currents for about 45 min we finally paddled our way into Sam Pedro.&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2D0dcAMhQ68/SlNXNkZuFCI/AAAAAAAAAM0/jYrlPcomz8s/s200/n10219553_43642724_7437484.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355720272495121442" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The next adventure was hiking El Nariz de Indio (Nose of the Indian). We got an early start on the day and headed up the shoreline mountain for a great view. The hike took us about two hours to summit and strangely there was music being broadcast very loudly for most of the walk up. The view from the top was incredible and well worth the cardio struggles.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2D0dcAMhQ68/SlNek2wNEJI/AAAAAAAAANE/yqawts9ufCY/s200/n10219553_43642731_3407388.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355728369139650706" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Guatemala is currently in their rainy season, which means you can plan on a bit of a downpour everyday between 1pm and 3pm. This particular day the rainstorm was very powerful and we lost power, which didn't seem to bother anyone in San Pedro. We had some beer and tacos at a dark, Mexican place and then called it a night. The next day there was still no sign of power...or water, so after a refreshing, shower-like dip in the lake we packed up and took a water taxi to Panajachel on the opposite side of the lake.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Strolling through town isn't as enjoyable with huge packs to tote around so we found a good place to camp out called The Deli, where we plugged everything in, used their bathroom and left our packs all day- really wonderfully kind people working there, as well as delicious food. The heavy afternoon rain should not have been a surprise but it was, as we were planning to take another water taxi that afternoon. Somehow we managed to get a water taxi with the not to fabulous weather and we arrived at our friends house just near Cerro de Oro, small mountain on that map.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2D0dcAMhQ68/SlNWY-PprMI/AAAAAAAAAMc/ngLuX7xnbGg/s1600-h/house.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2D0dcAMhQ68/SlNWY-PprMI/AAAAAAAAAMc/ngLuX7xnbGg/s320/house.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355719368899144898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Arriving at a house was a great feeling, yet we still seemed to be lacking power and hot water. We hauled in all of our food and luggage and settled in for some quality card games. The rainy days were followed by two full days of sunshine, swimming, cooking, and more games.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After spending a week at Lake Atilan I am quite sure that it would not be a bad place to spend a year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5171222323341478588-3110805088567298116?l=emmalsefton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmalsefton.blogspot.com/feeds/3110805088567298116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5171222323341478588&amp;postID=3110805088567298116' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171222323341478588/posts/default/3110805088567298116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171222323341478588/posts/default/3110805088567298116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmalsefton.blogspot.com/2009/07/lake-atilan-in-all-its-glory.html' title='Lake Atilan in all it&apos;s Glory'/><author><name>Emma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09249930804014102176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2D0dcAMhQ68/SuXy1EzWe2I/AAAAAAAAAOs/UTFwNn5szZM/S220/6455_752041540663_10203240_44245841_4983350_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2D0dcAMhQ68/SlNWtejsIgI/AAAAAAAAAMk/wbgidAuQ-JQ/s72-c/n10219553_43642740_728430.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5171222323341478588.post-1690832841305264387</id><published>2009-06-16T08:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T08:38:43.591-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Earth Lodge Guatemala</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2D0dcAMhQ68/Sje5qy-PWeI/AAAAAAAAAMU/6pBlD2y397g/s1600-h/header3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 125px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2D0dcAMhQ68/Sje5qy-PWeI/AAAAAAAAAMU/6pBlD2y397g/s400/header3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347947227414223330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I recently had the chance to explore Earth Lodge, Guatemala; a collection of cabins and treehouses just outside Antigua, and I only wish I had stayed longer. To arrive at the Earth Lodge one must walk down a steep dirt trail of about 30m. The mini-trek wasn't challenging, but it definitely deters guests from excessive, or rolling luggage. The whole lodge site was very quite, especially because the owners told us they we at full capacity of 20 guests that night. After checking out the main dinning/ drinking area and view of city lights below, we headed to our cabin. The cabin was a small A-frame tree house that looked directly out, over the spectacular view, well equipt with clean sheets and tons of blankets.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The next day we headed out on a little hike around the area, with a map of landmarks provided by Earth Lodge. We hiked about an hour through jungle and coffee farms, although somewhere between the flower garden and the log crossing we lost orientation and ended up retracing our steps back. The hike wasn't overly difficult but just perfect to break a sweat and take in the views of Antigua below.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Overall, the Earth Lodge gets five starts in my book, it would be the perfect place to spend a week with a companion and a great book.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5171222323341478588-1690832841305264387?l=emmalsefton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmalsefton.blogspot.com/feeds/1690832841305264387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5171222323341478588&amp;postID=1690832841305264387' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171222323341478588/posts/default/1690832841305264387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171222323341478588/posts/default/1690832841305264387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmalsefton.blogspot.com/2009/06/earth-lodge-guatemala.html' title='Earth Lodge Guatemala'/><author><name>Emma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09249930804014102176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2D0dcAMhQ68/SuXy1EzWe2I/AAAAAAAAAOs/UTFwNn5szZM/S220/6455_752041540663_10203240_44245841_4983350_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2D0dcAMhQ68/Sje5qy-PWeI/AAAAAAAAAMU/6pBlD2y397g/s72-c/header3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5171222323341478588.post-3315716103316407767</id><published>2009-06-01T16:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T16:55:48.675-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Emma's Wine Club</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So if I had a wine club, these would be my three recommendations of the month.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cayao; Chilean mix of strong read wines, a bit pricey, but delicious&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Altos Las Hormigas, Malbec; A yummy Argentinian Malbec&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cortijo III; A great value, smooth and light, red wine&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2D0dcAMhQ68/SiRpuV5LR4I/AAAAAAAAAMM/bh7UdS86T6c/s200/getthumb.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 188px; height: 191px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342511302840108930" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2D0dcAMhQ68/SiRpjuW1emI/AAAAAAAAAME/Y9HZ3z8XkgM/s200/ficha_cayao.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 65px; height: 200px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342511120428399202" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2D0dcAMhQ68/SiRpdwALkuI/AAAAAAAAAL8/1A9MtN1lLq8/s200/vinos02.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 181px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342511017791034082" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5171222323341478588-3315716103316407767?l=emmalsefton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmalsefton.blogspot.com/feeds/3315716103316407767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5171222323341478588&amp;postID=3315716103316407767' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171222323341478588/posts/default/3315716103316407767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171222323341478588/posts/default/3315716103316407767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmalsefton.blogspot.com/2009/06/emmas-wine-club.html' title='Emma&apos;s Wine Club'/><author><name>Emma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09249930804014102176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2D0dcAMhQ68/SuXy1EzWe2I/AAAAAAAAAOs/UTFwNn5szZM/S220/6455_752041540663_10203240_44245841_4983350_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2D0dcAMhQ68/SiRpuV5LR4I/AAAAAAAAAMM/bh7UdS86T6c/s72-c/getthumb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5171222323341478588.post-7310112802447448478</id><published>2009-05-21T19:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T19:26:49.824-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quick &amp; Easy; Get Your Quiche On</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2D0dcAMhQ68/ShYLZFH8x5I/AAAAAAAAAL0/-PO1yEIAgz4/s1600-h/quiche.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 319px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2D0dcAMhQ68/ShYLZFH8x5I/AAAAAAAAAL0/-PO1yEIAgz4/s320/quiche.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338466933794457490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;You'll Need;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;1 Pie Crust&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;2 eggs&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;1 can of Cream of... soup (mushroom, celery, etc...)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;cheese of choice&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;veggies/ insides of choice &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Good Options&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;- Rice-Broccoli-Onion-Tomatoes-Mozzarella-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;- Cooked ground turkey- Sun dried tomatoes- Spinach- Feta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;- Or any combo of veggies, meat and cheese of your liking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Preheat oven to 350&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Get insides of choice ready. AKA, cook meat and veggies&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mix together can of cream soup  and eggs in a bowl&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Put insides (minus cheese) into the pie crust and then pour in soup/egg mix&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Top the pie with cheese of choice &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bake for 1 hour&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;YUM enjoy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;   &lt;/span&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/5171222323341478588-7310112802447448478?l=emmalsefton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmalsefton.blogspot.com/feeds/7310112802447448478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5171222323341478588&amp;postID=7310112802447448478' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171222323341478588/posts/default/7310112802447448478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171222323341478588/posts/default/7310112802447448478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmalsefton.blogspot.com/2009/05/quick-easy-get-your-quiche-on.html' title='Quick &amp; Easy; Get Your Quiche On'/><author><name>Emma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09249930804014102176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2D0dcAMhQ68/SuXy1EzWe2I/AAAAAAAAAOs/UTFwNn5szZM/S220/6455_752041540663_10203240_44245841_4983350_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2D0dcAMhQ68/ShYLZFH8x5I/AAAAAAAAAL0/-PO1yEIAgz4/s72-c/quiche.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5171222323341478588.post-275735377060606064</id><published>2009-05-18T14:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T15:19:56.297-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rodrigo Rosenberg Scandal</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I can not comment on the prestige of Guatemala's elected government before Rodrigo Rosenberg's videos were released, but now President Colom and his crew have themselves in quite a pickle.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;About a week ago, after his murder and funeral, Rodrigo Rosenberg's self-recorded videos were released. These videos very directly explain that the victim was murdered on behalf of President Colom, his wife and a few other important officials. Rodrigo reveals the dirty business of money laundering that the government is participating in and also that his knowledge of this is directly why he has been murdered. The video's can be found here;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VxZptUp9a44"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VxZptUp9a44&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The video is not vague at all, as Rodrigo reveals facts, names and dates. Guatemala is NOT ignoring his message. A few smaller protests last week led up to last Sunday's protest of 30,000. The groups were distinguished by those wearing white shirts, against the Colom regime and a group in support of the current government. The two groups were separate and non-violent. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2D0dcAMhQ68/ShHeE-bjZmI/AAAAAAAAALs/Z_kqlmpPysA/s200/521219_101.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337291210470155874" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2D0dcAMhQ68/ShHd7GfuKZI/AAAAAAAAALk/dGwZLd3EB6Y/s200/521217_101.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 144px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337291040836430226" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The group in support of the government was mainly comprised of lower income level citizens. It is more than speculative that these supporters are being bused into the city, provided signs and incentives, by the government itself . The government appears to be using the easily won support of the poor and dividing the country further by class. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Guatemala outside of the capital continues daily life with an increased awareness of news, hope that something will take place and the ppropriate persons will be held accountable.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5171222323341478588-275735377060606064?l=emmalsefton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmalsefton.blogspot.com/feeds/275735377060606064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5171222323341478588&amp;postID=275735377060606064' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171222323341478588/posts/default/275735377060606064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171222323341478588/posts/default/275735377060606064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmalsefton.blogspot.com/2009/05/rodrigo-rosenberg-scandal.html' title='Rodrigo Rosenberg Scandal'/><author><name>Emma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09249930804014102176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2D0dcAMhQ68/SuXy1EzWe2I/AAAAAAAAAOs/UTFwNn5szZM/S220/6455_752041540663_10203240_44245841_4983350_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2D0dcAMhQ68/ShHeE-bjZmI/AAAAAAAAALs/Z_kqlmpPysA/s72-c/521219_101.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5171222323341478588.post-7669331451507106992</id><published>2009-05-05T18:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T18:22:29.725-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2D0dcAMhQ68/SgDmEOIFpeI/AAAAAAAAALY/BVhbGeHy5fM/s1600-h/IMG_0938.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2D0dcAMhQ68/SgDmEOIFpeI/AAAAAAAAALY/BVhbGeHy5fM/s400/IMG_0938.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332514918992553442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Antigua, Guatemala&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2D0dcAMhQ68/SgDlyRPBSaI/AAAAAAAAALQ/9S0XSaxk3wg/s1600-h/IMG_0944.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2D0dcAMhQ68/SgDlyRPBSaI/AAAAAAAAALQ/9S0XSaxk3wg/s400/IMG_0944.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332514610589288866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5171222323341478588-7669331451507106992?l=emmalsefton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmalsefton.blogspot.com/feeds/7669331451507106992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5171222323341478588&amp;postID=7669331451507106992' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171222323341478588/posts/default/7669331451507106992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171222323341478588/posts/default/7669331451507106992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmalsefton.blogspot.com/2009/05/antigua-guatemala.html' title=''/><author><name>Emma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09249930804014102176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2D0dcAMhQ68/SuXy1EzWe2I/AAAAAAAAAOs/UTFwNn5szZM/S220/6455_752041540663_10203240_44245841_4983350_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2D0dcAMhQ68/SgDmEOIFpeI/AAAAAAAAALY/BVhbGeHy5fM/s72-c/IMG_0938.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5171222323341478588.post-3955216165885579917</id><published>2009-04-16T18:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T19:14:19.241-07:00</updated><title type='text'>...good price, good price...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2D0dcAMhQ68/Sefl2QZ3KBI/AAAAAAAAALI/bc9ETGHZAuI/s1600-h/Guatemala-Quiche-Chichicastenango-Santo-Tomas-church-on-market-day-Sunday-BG.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2D0dcAMhQ68/Sefl2QZ3KBI/AAAAAAAAALI/bc9ETGHZAuI/s320/Guatemala-Quiche-Chichicastenango-Santo-Tomas-church-on-market-day-Sunday-BG.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325477804668037138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having spent a few days in Antigua, Guatemala this week, Mandy, my travel companion, and I decided to take a day trip to Chichicastinango. Chichicastinango is known as one of the largest outdoor markets in Central America, containing everything from bracelets to chicken feet. I am proud to say we only got scammed once...I think.&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The market is huge and endless, but not with too much variety, so bargaining is key. After taking in one 'lap' of textiles Mandy purchased a purse. The purse is beautiful and we bargained the Señora down quite a bit; I'd say we won the bargain by 1Q (about 12 cents) , she seemed bitter. Anyway, at our next stop the saleswomen asked if Mandy had purchased the bag in the market and asked how much we paid. She kind of damped the mood when she said it would be worth less. That wasn't so dis-heartening and we continued shopping and bargaining all over the place. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2D0dcAMhQ68/SeflmKL3hrI/AAAAAAAAALA/CHDM3KiVj_c/s320/mayacolor.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325477528120821426" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After a while we grew tired and hungry and stopped in at a café/ restuarant. We were very happily enjoying some coffee when a very friendly Guatemalan started showing us her fancy head wrap thing. It was pretty cool, yet the minute we showed interest she began wrapping my head in one of these little hand made band things. She then wrapped Mandy's head and we all talked about how it felt great and how beautiful they were.  The bad news came when we said we didn't have enough money to pay her price she was asking, which really did seem outrageous. Anywho, this all lead to a half hour debate of "no i really don't have that mandy quetzales (the currency here)'' and ''good price, this is a very GOOD price'' . In the end Mandy and I ended up purchasing two, very lovely, hand made, head wraps. We left the market looking like true locals (or major tourist, whichever extreme you prefer) and have really struggled at re-wrapping the band since. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5171222323341478588-3955216165885579917?l=emmalsefton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmalsefton.blogspot.com/feeds/3955216165885579917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5171222323341478588&amp;postID=3955216165885579917' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171222323341478588/posts/default/3955216165885579917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171222323341478588/posts/default/3955216165885579917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmalsefton.blogspot.com/2009/04/good-price-good-price.html' title='...good price, good price...'/><author><name>Emma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09249930804014102176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2D0dcAMhQ68/SuXy1EzWe2I/AAAAAAAAAOs/UTFwNn5szZM/S220/6455_752041540663_10203240_44245841_4983350_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2D0dcAMhQ68/Sefl2QZ3KBI/AAAAAAAAALI/bc9ETGHZAuI/s72-c/Guatemala-Quiche-Chichicastenango-Santo-Tomas-church-on-market-day-Sunday-BG.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5171222323341478588.post-4684722319215940237</id><published>2009-03-24T20:47:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T21:10:55.517-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chubby Bunny</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2D0dcAMhQ68/ScmqLlc0g6I/AAAAAAAAAKo/dsrdhnZanrQ/s1600-h/n10203240_42199792_3506975+(1).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2D0dcAMhQ68/ScmqLlc0g6I/AAAAAAAAAKo/dsrdhnZanrQ/s200/n10203240_42199792_3506975+(1).jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316967951095858082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just after arriving in D.F. Diana and I took off to hike the volcano La Malinche, which peaks at an altitude of 14,646ft. We met up with our crew at the bus station and headed off to Apisaco, a town that is apparently not frequented by tourists. After some tortas at Pepe's, a local restaurant, we headed to basecamp by collectivo. Our cabin turned out to be fabulous, a fireplace, comfy beds and it was even cabin number 214!! We made some foil dinners&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2D0dcAMhQ68/ScmsP7VM5bI/AAAAAAAAAKw/F3JSJvxNSHg/s200/n10203240_42199808_4695191.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316970224712213938" /&gt; and then cooked our foil dinners outside on a coal fire. It was quite chilly and we were all anxious to get back inside, so we made a wood fire in the cabin. We made s'mores...with tropical flavored marshmallows for a twist... played a few card games and a competitive round of chubby bunny until late in the evening when we cuddled up in our bunks.&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The alarms all went off at 7am, we checked out and starting walking uphill. The trail followed along a road for a bit and then began straight up. After we broke the tree line the straight up dirt trail became a straight up loose rock trail. The view from above was amazing and everyone in our 1o person group made it. The trek down and home was challenging, as we were all exhausted. But the shower and nights rest in D.F. were very well earned. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2D0dcAMhQ68/Scmtt93xisI/AAAAAAAAAK4/4u_osi47TE8/s400/n10203240_42199820_7511318.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316971840301796034" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5171222323341478588-4684722319215940237?l=emmalsefton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmalsefton.blogspot.com/feeds/4684722319215940237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5171222323341478588&amp;postID=4684722319215940237' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171222323341478588/posts/default/4684722319215940237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171222323341478588/posts/default/4684722319215940237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmalsefton.blogspot.com/2009/03/chubby-bunny.html' title='Chubby Bunny'/><author><name>Emma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09249930804014102176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2D0dcAMhQ68/SuXy1EzWe2I/AAAAAAAAAOs/UTFwNn5szZM/S220/6455_752041540663_10203240_44245841_4983350_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2D0dcAMhQ68/ScmqLlc0g6I/AAAAAAAAAKo/dsrdhnZanrQ/s72-c/n10203240_42199792_3506975+(1).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5171222323341478588.post-2725470939557028868</id><published>2009-03-24T20:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T20:46:23.703-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"You are in Zapatista rebel territory. Here the people give the orders and the government obeys"</title><content type='html'>Before leaving Oaxaca I took a quick trip to San Cristobal de Casa, Chiapas. Chiapas is the southern most and most poor state of Mexico, as well as home to the Zapatistas. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2D0dcAMhQ68/ScmlZZUJBEI/AAAAAAAAAKA/6Zody32KfMQ/s320/n10203240_42199727_8165308.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316962690798257218" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I arrived in San Cristobal super early after an 11 hour, night bus and since the city was still sleeping I visited most of the landmarks and cathedrals. By the time I arrived at the Santo Domingo market the city was in full swing.  San Cristobal is a very charming little city full of all different types of food, music and Zapatista info. The Zapatistas are an armed revolutionary &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2D0dcAMhQ68/Scml-AYME5I/AAAAAAAAAKI/wUZj-d2YzeY/s320/zapatistas_1.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 279px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316963319759508370" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;group, the EZLN. The Zapatistas rose up in the mid 90's under the leader Subcomandate Marcos against the Mexican government, demanding the right to control their own native land of Chiapas.  Today, the Zapatistas exist as an autonomous group that claim that all they want is to be treated fairly as citizens and given freedom over their land. Beyond the Zapatistas, Chiapas is full of natural beauty, much more than can be seen in my two day venture. I did make it to the Canyon Sumidero in Chiapa de Corzo, where I took a boat tour of the wilderness. EEE, crocodile!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2D0dcAMhQ68/ScmoWgxQgNI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/ywRfLGqpCMo/s320/n10203240_42199731_6261448.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316965939794706642" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5171222323341478588-2725470939557028868?l=emmalsefton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmalsefton.blogspot.com/feeds/2725470939557028868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5171222323341478588&amp;postID=2725470939557028868' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171222323341478588/posts/default/2725470939557028868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171222323341478588/posts/default/2725470939557028868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmalsefton.blogspot.com/2009/03/you-are-in-zapatista-rebel-territory.html' title='&quot;You are in Zapatista rebel territory. Here the people give the orders and the government obeys&quot;'/><author><name>Emma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09249930804014102176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2D0dcAMhQ68/SuXy1EzWe2I/AAAAAAAAAOs/UTFwNn5szZM/S220/6455_752041540663_10203240_44245841_4983350_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2D0dcAMhQ68/ScmlZZUJBEI/AAAAAAAAAKA/6Zody32KfMQ/s72-c/n10203240_42199727_8165308.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5171222323341478588.post-7718246721065206678</id><published>2009-03-23T16:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T16:54:59.356-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Save the Cool Stuff for When Visitors Come</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2D0dcAMhQ68/ScgdauEZDCI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/Br9CPyLwe0Q/s320/n10203240_42114408_1604097.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316531704991124514" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;A couple weekends ago my sister Diana came to visit me in Oaxaca City and we did all the tourist stuff that I had been holding out on. The Museo de Santo Domingo turns out to be an incredible building and huge museum that Diana and I could not have explored completely even if we had hours upon hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2D0dcAMhQ68/Scgdj9Jt4AI/AAAAAAAAAJY/-qomTr_oNnI/s200/n10203240_42114428_87722.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316531863658815490" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The following day we headed out to El Hierve el Agua. This is a geographical gem that is located about 2 hours outside of Oaxaca City. Being the non-lame tourists that we are, Diana and I decided to take a city bus followed by a caminoneta (truck with a little roof on the back).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; The journey was a bit bumpy and long, but totally worthwhile once we arrived. El Hierve el Agua looks like a waterfall in pictures, but there is no moving water. The waterfall formation is &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;actually petrified mineral water that has flown over the edge of&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2D0dcAMhQ68/ScgdqiDVnnI/AAAAAAAAAJg/B0ZqXm9Rez4/s200/n10203240_42114433_2885014.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316531976643386994" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; these little pools. The water bubbles to the surface very, very slowly and fills small pools until it petrifies, growing in altitude little by little. Pretty &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;much a natural beauty out in the middle of nowhere...made for a great Sunday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2D0dcAMhQ68/Scgd6EaDmBI/AAAAAAAAAJo/b1XiFDV5i74/s320/n10203240_42114435_1596627.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316532243563517970" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;This is a picture of Elía, La Señora I lived with for a month, a very sweet lady. Below is a picture of the wall I painted, look closely I'm highlighting the line between the old dull white and the new vibrant white, courtesy of Emma.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2D0dcAMhQ68/ScgeQ0h2zoI/AAAAAAAAAJw/CUltcv3WBgU/s200/n10203240_42114399_192860.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316532634438258306" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2D0dcAMhQ68/ScgeePEoI4I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/37NZWz5Btv4/s200/n10203240_42114398_4200269.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316532864901718914" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5171222323341478588-7718246721065206678?l=emmalsefton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmalsefton.blogspot.com/feeds/7718246721065206678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5171222323341478588&amp;postID=7718246721065206678' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171222323341478588/posts/default/7718246721065206678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171222323341478588/posts/default/7718246721065206678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmalsefton.blogspot.com/2009/03/save-cool-stuff-for-when-visitors-come.html' title='Save the Cool Stuff for When Visitors Come'/><author><name>Emma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09249930804014102176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2D0dcAMhQ68/SuXy1EzWe2I/AAAAAAAAAOs/UTFwNn5szZM/S220/6455_752041540663_10203240_44245841_4983350_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2D0dcAMhQ68/ScgdauEZDCI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/Br9CPyLwe0Q/s72-c/n10203240_42114408_1604097.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5171222323341478588.post-7332655458748309730</id><published>2009-03-05T09:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T09:40:55.760-08:00</updated><title type='text'>''I'm not a man without tortillas''</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Oaxaca is a city FULL of culture and I'm convinced that in no amount of time could one see and experience all of it. With that said, here is a taste of my progress....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This strange group of people is my cooking class. It took us a little more than an hour to prepare tamales and then they steamed for an hour, while our hunger grew.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2D0dcAMhQ68/SbAHUUElIHI/AAAAAAAAAIY/4B5Ux_oSh_A/s1600-h/2577_652276585433_10203240_41992496_5591725_n.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="text-decoration: underline;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2D0dcAMhQ68/SbAHUUElIHI/AAAAAAAAAIY/4B5Ux_oSh_A/s320/2577_652276585433_10203240_41992496_5591725_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309752006236512370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here is our finished product, one of about 50.&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2D0dcAMhQ68/SbAIMI6nliI/AAAAAAAAAIg/aUaAkMCO5iw/s200/n10203240_41992497_6550428.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309752965314614818" /&gt; We made both sweet and savory tamales.&lt;div&gt;The savory were filled with stewed tomatoes, onions, a little jalapeño and oaxacañan cheese. With the sweet variety we mixed cinnamon and sugar into the maza mixture and put pineapples in the middle. I prefer the savoy, but they were both incredible. I&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; would like to think I could makes tamales on my own, yet I'm not sure all the ingredients would be so easy to track down.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Beyond great food, Oaxaca has an incredible number of museums.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Here are some of my favorites...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2D0dcAMhQ68/SbAN58hIfeI/AAAAAAAAAJA/fVmI__P8GLI/s200/2577_652276625353_10203240_41992504_5153768_n.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309759249818615266" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2D0dcAMhQ68/SbAOXNzcQxI/AAAAAAAAAJI/-A8xn7GVjs0/s200/n10203240_41992509_1991772.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309759752675017490" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The stamp man was part of an entire collection made of vintage stamps. The women looming&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2D0dcAMhQ68/SbAJ0wbw7PI/AAAAAAAAAIw/fzcSXYqK33Y/s200/2577_652276600403_10203240_41992499_7689919_n.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309754762629016818" /&gt;&lt;div&gt; were in action in the courtyard of the textile museum and the elephant is painted on gold blocks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Apart from exploring, I'm living in a house with an older couple that have been very sweet. I eat breakfast with them everyday and I have to say La Señora is a fabulous cook and always cuts some fresh papaya for me. I can't understand why they make instant coffee, where the real coffee beans here are SO good, but some things are better left unsaid.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In conversation about health and Pépe's diet, he did actually say ''No soy un hombre sin tortillas'' - I'm not a man without tortillas, in reference to a low-carb eating plan his doctor gave him...It made my day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5171222323341478588-7332655458748309730?l=emmalsefton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmalsefton.blogspot.com/feeds/7332655458748309730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5171222323341478588&amp;postID=7332655458748309730' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171222323341478588/posts/default/7332655458748309730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171222323341478588/posts/default/7332655458748309730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmalsefton.blogspot.com/2009/03/im-not-man-without-tortillas.html' title='&apos;&apos;I&apos;m not a man without tortillas&apos;&apos;'/><author><name>Emma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09249930804014102176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2D0dcAMhQ68/SuXy1EzWe2I/AAAAAAAAAOs/UTFwNn5szZM/S220/6455_752041540663_10203240_44245841_4983350_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2D0dcAMhQ68/SbAHUUElIHI/AAAAAAAAAIY/4B5Ux_oSh_A/s72-c/2577_652276585433_10203240_41992496_5591725_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5171222323341478588.post-5542981502317494587</id><published>2009-02-26T13:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T13:39:25.562-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the new diggs...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;...this is my place of rest for the next month here in Oaxaca&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2D0dcAMhQ68/SacKsvNXz2I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/FNMqYGlh9zM/s1600-h/OaxacaMas1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2D0dcAMhQ68/SacKsvNXz2I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/FNMqYGlh9zM/s400/OaxacaMas1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;and across the hall is a little balcony...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://localhost:1159/6598235f854d526b33231a89ee70f513/image/eee9cb3bb78477ea.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://localhost:1159/6598235f854d526b33231a89ee70f513/image/eee9cb3bb78477ea.jpg?size=320" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear:both; text-align:CENTER"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5171222323341478588-5542981502317494587?l=emmalsefton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmalsefton.blogspot.com/feeds/5542981502317494587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5171222323341478588&amp;postID=5542981502317494587' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171222323341478588/posts/default/5542981502317494587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171222323341478588/posts/default/5542981502317494587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmalsefton.blogspot.com/2009/02/new-diggs.html' title='the new diggs...'/><author><name>Emma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09249930804014102176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2D0dcAMhQ68/SuXy1EzWe2I/AAAAAAAAAOs/UTFwNn5szZM/S220/6455_752041540663_10203240_44245841_4983350_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2D0dcAMhQ68/SacKsvNXz2I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/FNMqYGlh9zM/s72-c/OaxacaMas1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5171222323341478588.post-1939614864251365021</id><published>2009-02-16T19:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T20:03:25.775-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Travel Towels are Not the Same as Beach Towels</title><content type='html'>I've been in Puerto Escondido about a week now and I've really grown attached. After covering the basics and visiting; the Adoquin, the main pedestrian street, La Playa Zicatela, the surfing beach and the main center...I started to venture out a bit more. Playa Manzinillo, which is just one beach north of downtown Puerto, is a great little spot for swimming. Then, I took a trip to La Laguna Manialtepec, which is just about a 20 min drive from town. The Laguna tour started around 4pm and we headed out with binoculars on a little motor boat. It was me and 5 other gringos. We saw some really cool birds actually, lots of pelicans and even a blue-grey heron (yep dad), all the meanwhile touring the laguna and making our way to where the freshwater meets the salt water at the coast.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2D0dcAMhQ68/SZoqRVYM4yI/AAAAAAAAAHc/GB4MmSlMo9I/s320/n10203240_41820150_2788.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303597988466975522" /&gt;Once we got to the strip of beach that divides the Laguna from the Ocean we hung out and watched the sun set. It was really an amazing sunset, accompanied by refreshments and food made by the people that live on that stretch of beach. After the sun set, we all got back in the boat and headed to this particular spot in the Laguna where there are bioilluninescent plankton, so the water glows wherever you touch it...really cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2D0dcAMhQ68/SZoqcfrkDII/AAAAAAAAAHs/kwYg7oq4Mzw/s320/n10203240_41820164_7199.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303598180211100802" /&gt;This picture is me and Gina. Gina is known in Puerto as the information goddess and lives in the same house as my aunt. Beyond running the tourism booth, Gina gives a walking tour Saturdays and Wednesdays where she shares some history, some exercise and some food with visitors. The tour starts on the main strip with a traditional breakfast of black beans, salsa, cooked cactus, tortillas and coffee, good coffee. After the fule up, the group starts walking uphill, visiting the church, a herbal pharmacy and Ines' tamale 'kitchen'. The group slows down in El Marcado Benito Juarez. The Marcado has literally everything you could ever dream of and we tried some of the bests...sweet, traditional, sour. After the tour, it's all downhill to the beach!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2D0dcAMhQ68/SZoqWUr982I/AAAAAAAAAHk/PTrTWfc1M6s/s320/n10203240_41820161_6240.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303598074180793186" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;From Puerto Escondido, I traveled south a bit, where the beaches are truly undiscovered. I spent the night in Mezunte, where I met a magician and some fellow travelers, non of which had plans to leave Mazunte. In mazunte, I learned how to use a tank-less toilet and all about the end of the Mayan Calender, which is quickly approaching. I think it went something like "if you were alive 3,850 years then these would be your last 4..?" something of that nature. The turtle conservatory in between Mazunte and San Agustinillo is kind of a must, so I went. The turtles are about the size of a kids sandbox and pretty interesting, although no touching allowed! After I was tired and toasted from the sun, I started making my way back to Puerto Escondido.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/5171222323341478588-1939614864251365021?l=emmalsefton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmalsefton.blogspot.com/feeds/1939614864251365021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5171222323341478588&amp;postID=1939614864251365021' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171222323341478588/posts/default/1939614864251365021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171222323341478588/posts/default/1939614864251365021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmalsefton.blogspot.com/2009/02/travel-towels-are-not-same-as-beach.html' title='Travel Towels are Not the Same as Beach Towels'/><author><name>Emma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09249930804014102176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2D0dcAMhQ68/SuXy1EzWe2I/AAAAAAAAAOs/UTFwNn5szZM/S220/6455_752041540663_10203240_44245841_4983350_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2D0dcAMhQ68/SZoqRVYM4yI/AAAAAAAAAHc/GB4MmSlMo9I/s72-c/n10203240_41820150_2788.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5171222323341478588.post-6822032470985541632</id><published>2009-02-12T21:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T21:14:51.277-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2D0dcAMhQ68/SZUBys763TI/AAAAAAAAAHU/zMuXCpPsN40/s1600-h/Oaxaca+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2D0dcAMhQ68/SZUBys763TI/AAAAAAAAAHU/zMuXCpPsN40/s400/Oaxaca+3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5171222323341478588-6822032470985541632?l=emmalsefton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmalsefton.blogspot.com/feeds/6822032470985541632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5171222323341478588&amp;postID=6822032470985541632' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171222323341478588/posts/default/6822032470985541632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171222323341478588/posts/default/6822032470985541632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmalsefton.blogspot.com/2009/02/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Emma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09249930804014102176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2D0dcAMhQ68/SuXy1EzWe2I/AAAAAAAAAOs/UTFwNn5szZM/S220/6455_752041540663_10203240_44245841_4983350_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2D0dcAMhQ68/SZUBys763TI/AAAAAAAAAHU/zMuXCpPsN40/s72-c/Oaxaca+3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5171222323341478588.post-6339170307006748203</id><published>2009-02-12T21:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T21:12:47.091-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Puerto Escondido</title><content type='html'>After traveling for most on Wednesday, I arrived in Puerto! It actually isn't located far from Oaxaca City, it's just that you have to cross over some Mountains and the road is slow and curvy. I was prepared for the worst, after hearing people talk of the van ride to the coast, but somehow I lucked out and was assigned the front seat. No one talked in the van and we listed to slow romantic spanish music, which I could completely understand...generally along the lines of "i love you" or "i'm sorry", followed by a little Calle 13 to spice it up. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, I arrived and called Sheila, my distant relative that I'd never met, and she came right to the bus station to pick me up. At least in the darkness Puerto kind of reminded me of Long Beach Island, or something along those lines, and we promtly ate some shrimp tacos and went back to the house. Sheila, who I've just started calling my aunt because that is much easier in spanish than my dad's first cousin once removed... lives on the same street as the lighthouse and within walking distance to a couple of beaches. She turns out to be a very cool lady and has a renter, una chilanga, from Mexico City, who works in tourism here and is really setting me up. Anyway, so far so good in Puerto...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5171222323341478588-6339170307006748203?l=emmalsefton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmalsefton.blogspot.com/feeds/6339170307006748203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5171222323341478588&amp;postID=6339170307006748203' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171222323341478588/posts/default/6339170307006748203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171222323341478588/posts/default/6339170307006748203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmalsefton.blogspot.com/2009/02/puerto-escondido.html' title='Puerto Escondido'/><author><name>Emma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09249930804014102176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2D0dcAMhQ68/SuXy1EzWe2I/AAAAAAAAAOs/UTFwNn5szZM/S220/6455_752041540663_10203240_44245841_4983350_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5171222323341478588.post-567683217969183085</id><published>2009-02-12T20:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T20:57:20.645-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Art en La Ciudad Oaxaca</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2D0dcAMhQ68/SZT9sKH0iiI/AAAAAAAAAHM/JRKO08tVqjQ/s1600-h/Oaxaca+31.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2D0dcAMhQ68/SZT9sKH0iiI/AAAAAAAAAHM/JRKO08tVqjQ/s320/Oaxaca+31.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5171222323341478588-567683217969183085?l=emmalsefton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmalsefton.blogspot.com/feeds/567683217969183085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5171222323341478588&amp;postID=567683217969183085' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171222323341478588/posts/default/567683217969183085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171222323341478588/posts/default/567683217969183085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmalsefton.blogspot.com/2009/02/art-en-la-ciudad-oaxaca.html' title='Art en La Ciudad Oaxaca'/><author><name>Emma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09249930804014102176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2D0dcAMhQ68/SuXy1EzWe2I/AAAAAAAAAOs/UTFwNn5szZM/S220/6455_752041540663_10203240_44245841_4983350_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2D0dcAMhQ68/SZT9sKH0iiI/AAAAAAAAAHM/JRKO08tVqjQ/s72-c/Oaxaca+31.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5171222323341478588.post-957700597364279918</id><published>2009-02-08T15:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T15:40:34.934-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Always order El Plato del Dia</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2D0dcAMhQ68/SY9nS0Ma0eI/AAAAAAAAAGs/1Qa3S5fg8c8/s1600-h/n10203240_41730484_537.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2D0dcAMhQ68/SY9nS0Ma0eI/AAAAAAAAAGs/1Qa3S5fg8c8/s320/n10203240_41730484_537.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300568859384402402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yesterday I set off to see Monte Alban, some ruins just outside of Oaxaca City. Before taking the van ride I went out for some coffee, real coffee, not the instant stuff. I love this hostel and their free breakfast, that comes with eggs, but the coffee their coffee is not my favorite. Anyway, I found this plaza that turns out to be La Basilica d&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;e la Soledad. This picture is of the police in training who were running laps in the plaza...and then crawing on the ground...and doing push-ups, I was trying not to laugh because it looked very challenging, but they didn't seem badass at all. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;From this plaza I went to meet up with two Argentinian girls from my hostel who planned our trip to Monte Alban.  I decided to do the trip sin guia, without a guide, because sometimes that gets boring. So I wandered around the ruins and read little signs and stuff. The ruins were cool and all, but I was baking and for sure getting a sun burn and I couldn't help thinking...How could this have been one of the first planned suburban communities if there aren't any tress or shade? So I asked this dude selling small clay figures about it and we had a whole conversation about the history of the different indigenous groups that lived in this area and he said that yes, there were trees, but they were&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2D0dcAMhQ68/SY9naWc2wbI/AAAAAAAAAG0/V9S1LDn1W0s/s400/n10203240_41730485_841.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300568988839231922" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;destroyed like everything else. Then he told me all about being a farmer nearby and whatnot, very cool dude, I think way cooler than the guias. Anyway, the ruins trip really wiped me &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;out and I never woke up from my afternoon siesta. Today, I hiked&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2D0dcAMhQ68/SY9tPh3GoII/AAAAAAAAAHE/jnl0CpIEirs/s200/n10203240_41730486_1135.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300575399993319554" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; up the largest hill in Oaxaca City to take in the view and then walked down to meet some people for lunch. As I alreayd mentioned El Plato del Dia treated me well.  I got the largest and definitely best meal at the table and paid the least, and of couse it was accompanied by beans!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/5171222323341478588-957700597364279918?l=emmalsefton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmalsefton.blogspot.com/feeds/957700597364279918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5171222323341478588&amp;postID=957700597364279918' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171222323341478588/posts/default/957700597364279918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171222323341478588/posts/default/957700597364279918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmalsefton.blogspot.com/2009/02/always-order-el-plato-del-dia.html' title='Always order El Plato del Dia'/><author><name>Emma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09249930804014102176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2D0dcAMhQ68/SuXy1EzWe2I/AAAAAAAAAOs/UTFwNn5szZM/S220/6455_752041540663_10203240_44245841_4983350_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2D0dcAMhQ68/SY9nS0Ma0eI/AAAAAAAAAGs/1Qa3S5fg8c8/s72-c/n10203240_41730484_537.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5171222323341478588.post-9191588870558511362</id><published>2009-02-06T19:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T20:38:26.125-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oaxaca at First Glance</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2D0dcAMhQ68/SY0HHV22IxI/AAAAAAAAAF8/GvQ0v2fh0TI/s320/n10203240_41712780_9067.jpg" style="text-align: right;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299900159192605458" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;I MADE IT! I finally left Boulder and I'm now in Oaxaca City, Oaxaca. I'm staying at a super chill hostel, &lt;a href="http://www.casadedonpablo.com/contenido.html"&gt;La Casa de Don Pablo&lt;/a&gt; and enjoying the sunshine. On my first day of exploring I found myself at the &lt;a href="http://es.wikipedia.org/wiki/Convento_de_Santo_Domingo_(Oaxaca)"&gt;Santo Domingo Cathedral&lt;/a&gt;. It's this huge beautiful cathedral with a park the size of a city block attached to the back. Upon wandering in, I was asked to pay, bummer, but really what I didn't realize was that I was getting the complete tour of the botanical garden, which turned out to be really interesting...yep, el flor de marzo is one of the indredients of Channel's no.5, among other more medicenal purposes of most of the other plants. Beyond that, I enjoyed some coffee in the Zocalo, where there seems to be an everprescence, but not always visable, peruvian style flute band.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2D0dcAMhQ68/SY0Hz2hCEOI/AAAAAAAAAGE/GxvE0azMdiE/s320/n10203240_41712783_9987.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299900923873726690" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Today, Day 2, for those keeping track... I headed out this morning to see Los Arcquitos. Los Arcquitos (little arcs), turned out to be, eh, this street lined with little arcs, who could have guessed. Anyway, more importantly, on my way to Los Arcquitos I found myself at this little &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2D0dcAMhQ68/SY0KOpFFBKI/AAAAAAAAAGU/sZgbD38sgFU/s200/n10203240_41712788_8159.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299903583146542242" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;organic farmers market deal and had quite possibly the best toastada of my life. I was pretty hungry, but anywho, this toastada consisted of a crisp tortilla with jalapinllo flavored cheese, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;my favorite type of beans and some sauteed vegtables on top.  This meal really started me off on a day of great eating!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Between this market and my hostel I explored a gra&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;phic art school that had some exhibits and a librarty. I saw some great artwork in the making. Next, I went to the Casa de La Ciudad which had some excellent art as well. This picture is a photographic floor of Oaxaca, aerial style...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2D0dcAMhQ68/SY0PCluNuOI/AAAAAAAAAGk/rf8pM4VmkqA/s320/n10203240_41712792_9323+(1).jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299908873645045986" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; For dinner I had chicken mole, black mole, oaxaca style, with a glass of wine over looking the Zocalo and a free concert. I didn't realize at the time that the restaurant was so swanky, and cost a little more than my hostel stay for the night, but definitely the best mole of my life, well worth it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2D0dcAMhQ68/SY0OFtRAidI/AAAAAAAAAGc/DULuP8WY8Bw/s400/n10203240_41712782_9684.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/5171222323341478588-9191588870558511362?l=emmalsefton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmalsefton.blogspot.com/feeds/9191588870558511362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5171222323341478588&amp;postID=9191588870558511362' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171222323341478588/posts/default/9191588870558511362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171222323341478588/posts/default/9191588870558511362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmalsefton.blogspot.com/2009/02/oaxaca-at-first-glance.html' title='Oaxaca at First Glance'/><author><name>Emma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09249930804014102176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2D0dcAMhQ68/SuXy1EzWe2I/AAAAAAAAAOs/UTFwNn5szZM/S220/6455_752041540663_10203240_44245841_4983350_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2D0dcAMhQ68/SY0HHV22IxI/AAAAAAAAAF8/GvQ0v2fh0TI/s72-c/n10203240_41712780_9067.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5171222323341478588.post-5163556114989221004</id><published>2009-02-04T10:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T10:17:56.868-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Things I Will Miss In Boulder</title><content type='html'>&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Everyone&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Flatirons&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Being in the beer of the week club at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Liquor&lt;/span&gt; Mart&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Teahouse&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The cyclists on the bike path who are always smiling and high on adrenaline &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Breakfast at Dot's &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Happy hour at the Med&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The path around the Res&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Hot yoga&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Free Wall St. Journals on campus&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Fox&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Upstairs&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Gyro Stand late night&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5171222323341478588-5163556114989221004?l=emmalsefton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmalsefton.blogspot.com/feeds/5163556114989221004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5171222323341478588&amp;postID=5163556114989221004' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171222323341478588/posts/default/5163556114989221004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171222323341478588/posts/default/5163556114989221004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmalsefton.blogspot.com/2009/02/things-i-will-miss-in-boulder.html' title='Things I Will Miss In Boulder'/><author><name>Emma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09249930804014102176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2D0dcAMhQ68/SuXy1EzWe2I/AAAAAAAAAOs/UTFwNn5szZM/S220/6455_752041540663_10203240_44245841_4983350_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5171222323341478588.post-3419566608434072463</id><published>2009-01-24T09:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T09:32:42.505-08:00</updated><title type='text'>NYC; 42nd to 45th</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;NYC is full of exciting things to do and see, yet the process of selecting which activities you might do, where these happen to be located and how you will get to them or park once there, can be quite a challenge. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Yesterday&lt;/span&gt;, I ventured into the city with my 89 year old grandma, who know here way around far better than I. Our main goal was to see a show and we managed to get two tickets to my grandma's top pick &lt;a href="http://www.billyelliotbroadway.com/"&gt;Billy Elliot&lt;/a&gt;. Once we had the tickets we had the afternoon to adventure around before our 8pm show. Our first thought was to check out the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Moma&lt;/span&gt; a few blocks uptown, yet after checking out the line and parking situation we retreated to the theater district to park the car. It is quite lovely to drive into the city, with no traffic and avoid taking cabs, yet unless you plan to stay inside your car, it becomes a large burden. After checking all the parking rates in the area, we picked a rather shady looking one with a good d&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;eal&lt;/span&gt;, where they said we could keep the car till midnight if we wanted. So from around 8&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;adn&lt;/span&gt; 44&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; we headed out walking. Our first stop was the Public Library connected to Bryant Park. If you have never been there, it is a beautiful, historic building, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; worth checking out. The exhibit at th&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt; Library wasn't so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;intriguing&lt;/span&gt; so next we headed over to 42&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; St., to the &lt;a href="http://www.icp.org/site/c.dnJGKJNsFqG/b.732135/k.D880/Museum.htm"&gt;International Museum of Photography&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294913971536077330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 194px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2D0dcAMhQ68/SXtQNBWpIhI/AAAAAAAAAFM/7H1ZtOkD_0U/s320/wb_popup1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The photography was great and we ended up having some tea an&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;d&lt;/span&gt; using their seating area for some rest time. At last, we walked back over to 45&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; to the Imperial Theater and saw Billy Elliot. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294914300771746690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 290px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2D0dcAMhQ68/SXtQgL2iw4I/AAAAAAAAAFU/pfiunOJGCSo/s320/billy-elliot-the-musical.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I thought the show was great, my grandma, who is a harder critic, gave it a B. The theater always amazes me and the ballet dancing was fabulous. All in all I think we accomplished a lot in a small radius of NYC.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5171222323341478588-3419566608434072463?l=emmalsefton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmalsefton.blogspot.com/feeds/3419566608434072463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5171222323341478588&amp;postID=3419566608434072463' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171222323341478588/posts/default/3419566608434072463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171222323341478588/posts/default/3419566608434072463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmalsefton.blogspot.com/2009/01/nyc-42nd-to-45th.html' title='NYC; 42nd to 45th'/><author><name>Emma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09249930804014102176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2D0dcAMhQ68/SuXy1EzWe2I/AAAAAAAAAOs/UTFwNn5szZM/S220/6455_752041540663_10203240_44245841_4983350_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2D0dcAMhQ68/SXtQNBWpIhI/AAAAAAAAAFM/7H1ZtOkD_0U/s72-c/wb_popup1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5171222323341478588.post-5276566044603677165</id><published>2009-01-06T22:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T22:51:12.916-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2D0dcAMhQ68/SWRQvshs8DI/AAAAAAAAAFE/UpDwjnkOk3Q/s1600-h/oax4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 322px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2D0dcAMhQ68/SWRQvshs8DI/AAAAAAAAAFE/UpDwjnkOk3Q/s400/oax4.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288440642776395826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Oaxaca here i come!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5171222323341478588-5276566044603677165?l=emmalsefton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmalsefton.blogspot.com/feeds/5276566044603677165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5171222323341478588&amp;postID=5276566044603677165' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171222323341478588/posts/default/5276566044603677165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171222323341478588/posts/default/5276566044603677165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmalsefton.blogspot.com/2009/01/oaxaca-here-i-come.html' title=''/><author><name>Emma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09249930804014102176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2D0dcAMhQ68/SuXy1EzWe2I/AAAAAAAAAOs/UTFwNn5szZM/S220/6455_752041540663_10203240_44245841_4983350_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2D0dcAMhQ68/SWRQvshs8DI/AAAAAAAAAFE/UpDwjnkOk3Q/s72-c/oax4.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5171222323341478588.post-2640274435655488412</id><published>2008-12-08T16:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T16:53:05.408-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanksgiving Abraod</title><content type='html'>For the third year in a row now I have spent my Thanksgiving vacation out of the United States of America. While that may seem unpatriotic to many, I have been bringing the US festivities with me on my travels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2D0dcAMhQ68/ST2_rD7UvPI/AAAAAAAAAD4/k_8BNaSwgGg/s1600-h/n10203240_32972231_4802.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2D0dcAMhQ68/ST2_rD7UvPI/AAAAAAAAAD4/k_8BNaSwgGg/s320/n10203240_32972231_4802.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277585084857498866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The past years I have visited my sister; once in Barcelona and last year, in her new home of Mexico City. Both proved to be amazing places and I can't say I went to bed hungry on the last Thursday of November.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2D0dcAMhQ68/ST3AJPqJKxI/AAAAAAAAAEA/6HRSdatuEas/s1600-h/n10203240_36937191_3223.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2D0dcAMhQ68/ST3AJPqJKxI/AAAAAAAAAEA/6HRSdatuEas/s320/n10203240_36937191_3223.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277585603402738450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year, I spent my thankful vacation in Guatemala with the Segovia family. With a bit of time in the sun...a bit in the city...and the fabulous wedding event, I was feeling very thankful overall. Thankful for my family back home, my sister; who has implemented the travel bug somewhere deep inside of me, and my stand in family the Segovia's, who did make me give thanks in spanish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2D0dcAMhQ68/ST3BP2pePoI/AAAAAAAAAEI/5sjJfIncENE/s1600-h/n10203240_33469979_5278.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2D0dcAMhQ68/ST3BP2pePoI/AAAAAAAAAEI/5sjJfIncENE/s320/n10203240_33469979_5278.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277586816459751042" 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/5171222323341478588-2640274435655488412?l=emmalsefton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmalsefton.blogspot.com/feeds/2640274435655488412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5171222323341478588&amp;postID=2640274435655488412' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171222323341478588/posts/default/2640274435655488412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171222323341478588/posts/default/2640274435655488412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmalsefton.blogspot.com/2008/12/thanksgiving-abraod.html' title='Thanksgiving Abraod'/><author><name>Emma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09249930804014102176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2D0dcAMhQ68/SuXy1EzWe2I/AAAAAAAAAOs/UTFwNn5szZM/S220/6455_752041540663_10203240_44245841_4983350_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2D0dcAMhQ68/ST2_rD7UvPI/AAAAAAAAAD4/k_8BNaSwgGg/s72-c/n10203240_32972231_4802.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5171222323341478588.post-4695966051522654997</id><published>2008-10-21T16:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T19:18:28.526-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Great Pacific Garbage Patch...um disturbing</title><content type='html'>So over the years we have deposited an amazing amount of pollution into the Pacific Ocean. Waves and currents bring the trash together...as shown here. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259746887742706642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2D0dcAMhQ68/SP5f7VRe09I/AAAAAAAAADY/voocQXAsi5s/s320/trash.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The floating mass is said to be the size of Texas...which is larger than many countries...Been-Seen's article about the &lt;a href="http://www.been-seen.com/article.cfm?id=10807"&gt;Pacific Garbage Patch&lt;/a&gt; points out that as animals ingest the pollution it will slowly make its way up the food chain and back to the humans that created it. Ew.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just remember when you throw away...there is no "away"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5171222323341478588-4695966051522654997?l=emmalsefton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmalsefton.blogspot.com/feeds/4695966051522654997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5171222323341478588&amp;postID=4695966051522654997' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171222323341478588/posts/default/4695966051522654997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171222323341478588/posts/default/4695966051522654997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmalsefton.blogspot.com/2008/10/great-pacific-garbage-patchum.html' title='The Great Pacific Garbage Patch...um disturbing'/><author><name>Emma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09249930804014102176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2D0dcAMhQ68/SuXy1EzWe2I/AAAAAAAAAOs/UTFwNn5szZM/S220/6455_752041540663_10203240_44245841_4983350_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2D0dcAMhQ68/SP5f7VRe09I/AAAAAAAAADY/voocQXAsi5s/s72-c/trash.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5171222323341478588.post-6387178824348319321</id><published>2008-10-17T10:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T10:40:10.511-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Some Travel Tips from Vagabonish</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;This series of posts offer some good advice;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Part 1; &lt;a href="http://www.vagabondish.com/practical-guide-long-term-travel-part-1/"&gt;Taking the Leap&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Part 2; &lt;a href="http://www.vagabondish.com/practical-guide-long-term-travel-part-2-money/"&gt;Money Matters&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Part 3; &lt;a href="http://www.vagabondish.com/practical-guide-long-term-travel-part-3-preparation/"&gt;The Logistics of Getting Ready&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Part 4; &lt;a href="http://www.vagabondish.com/practical-guide-long-term-travel-part-4-gear/"&gt;Geat Up for Your Journey&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Part 5; &lt;a href="http://www.vagabondish.com/practical-guide-long-term-travel-part-5-makin-money/"&gt;Making Money on the Road&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5171222323341478588-6387178824348319321?l=emmalsefton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmalsefton.blogspot.com/feeds/6387178824348319321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5171222323341478588&amp;postID=6387178824348319321' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171222323341478588/posts/default/6387178824348319321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171222323341478588/posts/default/6387178824348319321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmalsefton.blogspot.com/2008/10/some-travel-tips-from-vagabonish.html' title='Some Travel Tips from Vagabonish'/><author><name>Emma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09249930804014102176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2D0dcAMhQ68/SuXy1EzWe2I/AAAAAAAAAOs/UTFwNn5szZM/S220/6455_752041540663_10203240_44245841_4983350_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5171222323341478588.post-1786955710964622829</id><published>2008-10-15T09:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T09:47:08.638-07:00</updated><title type='text'>NEWS; Iraq's New Army...</title><content type='html'>Newly graduated soliders marched in front of Gen Babkir. These new graduates say they are excited to serve the people and be the wave of change that is needed after the fall of Saddam. They are "proud to provide a safe environment for the Iraqi people". &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2D0dcAMhQ68/SPYecBI7DtI/AAAAAAAAADQ/4dm_F-GfgqE/s320/Iraq+army.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257423081692663506" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This looks all well and good, but who is in charge of this training? The &lt;a href="http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/middle_east/7670292.stm"&gt;BBC article&lt;/a&gt; aslo mentions fears of military success leading to loss of cizilian control. That is a valid concern, but lets first work on the military success before it's reprocusios.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All and all it looks like the first positive piece of news I've seen out of Iraq. Lets keep up a positive trend here...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5171222323341478588-1786955710964622829?l=emmalsefton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmalsefton.blogspot.com/feeds/1786955710964622829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5171222323341478588&amp;postID=1786955710964622829' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171222323341478588/posts/default/1786955710964622829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171222323341478588/posts/default/1786955710964622829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmalsefton.blogspot.com/2008/10/news-iraqs-new-army.html' title='NEWS; Iraq&apos;s New Army...'/><author><name>Emma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09249930804014102176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2D0dcAMhQ68/SuXy1EzWe2I/AAAAAAAAAOs/UTFwNn5szZM/S220/6455_752041540663_10203240_44245841_4983350_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2D0dcAMhQ68/SPYecBI7DtI/AAAAAAAAADQ/4dm_F-GfgqE/s72-c/Iraq+army.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5171222323341478588.post-694486435557805466</id><published>2008-10-13T10:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T10:23:14.400-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stop This Train</title><content type='html'>I can't help but sympathize with John Mayer's lyrics;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop this train&lt;br /&gt;I want to get off and go home again&lt;br /&gt;I can't take the speed it's moving in&lt;br /&gt;I know I can't but honestly won't someone stop this train&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life seems to be flying by here in Boulder. School and midterms are overwhelming, but midterms means that I am 'mid'- way done with my last semester of college ever. My excitement of being so close just drives me to keep going. Beyond school,the next upcoming Boulder holiday is Halloween, not a small occasion around here. Although I'm not sure what I am dressing up as yet,  October 31st is never a bummer day here. Beyond Halloween, Thanksgiving break is looking pretty exciting as well. I just got a ticket to spend 8 days in Guatemala with Chino. Yes, they eat turkey and celebrate, so I won't be missing any American festivities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2D0dcAMhQ68/SPODdmJ1s2I/AAAAAAAAADA/y-yisiGE4XA/s1600-h/snowy+flatirons.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2D0dcAMhQ68/SPODdmJ1s2I/AAAAAAAAADA/y-yisiGE4XA/s320/snowy+flatirons.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256689734552761186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FIRST SNOWFALL. Today was the first dusting of snow over the Flatirons and it was beautiful. I always love seeing all the cars, that must have driven down from the mountains, with a little snow covering...winter is coming! Getting ready to get my snowboard on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5171222323341478588-694486435557805466?l=emmalsefton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmalsefton.blogspot.com/feeds/694486435557805466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5171222323341478588&amp;postID=694486435557805466' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171222323341478588/posts/default/694486435557805466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171222323341478588/posts/default/694486435557805466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmalsefton.blogspot.com/2008/10/stop-this-train.html' title='Stop This Train'/><author><name>Emma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09249930804014102176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2D0dcAMhQ68/SuXy1EzWe2I/AAAAAAAAAOs/UTFwNn5szZM/S220/6455_752041540663_10203240_44245841_4983350_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2D0dcAMhQ68/SPODdmJ1s2I/AAAAAAAAADA/y-yisiGE4XA/s72-c/snowy+flatirons.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5171222323341478588.post-419980261709745812</id><published>2008-10-13T10:02:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T10:08:03.095-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Emma's GABF Winers</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2D0dcAMhQ68/SPOAZG8o3fI/AAAAAAAAACw/7BcxZ3a6T2w/s1600-h/pumpkin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2D0dcAMhQ68/SPOAZG8o3fI/AAAAAAAAACw/7BcxZ3a6T2w/s200/pumpkin.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256686358921534962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2D0dcAMhQ68/SPN_vQWE9vI/AAAAAAAAACg/gnDBxlZSv7c/s1600-h/TheDissident_Bottle2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2D0dcAMhQ68/SPN_vQWE9vI/AAAAAAAAACg/gnDBxlZSv7c/s200/TheDissident_Bottle2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256685639889647346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the Great American Beer Festival was a success once again...went, had some fabulous beer and made it back in one piece. I have to say my favorite was definitely The Dissident by Deschutes  Brewery out of Oregon. After that, i really enjoyed most of the pumpkin beers. Alright GABF 2008!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5171222323341478588-419980261709745812?l=emmalsefton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmalsefton.blogspot.com/feeds/419980261709745812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5171222323341478588&amp;postID=419980261709745812' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171222323341478588/posts/default/419980261709745812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171222323341478588/posts/default/419980261709745812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmalsefton.blogspot.com/2008/10/emmas-gabf-winers.html' title='Emma&apos;s GABF Winers'/><author><name>Emma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09249930804014102176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2D0dcAMhQ68/SuXy1EzWe2I/AAAAAAAAAOs/UTFwNn5szZM/S220/6455_752041540663_10203240_44245841_4983350_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2D0dcAMhQ68/SPOAZG8o3fI/AAAAAAAAACw/7BcxZ3a6T2w/s72-c/pumpkin.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5171222323341478588.post-1011360584975245375</id><published>2008-10-07T16:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T16:40:30.228-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Farm Party</title><content type='html'>This Sunday the Teahouse employees and I will be getting down farm style. The pig roast BBQ is taking the place of our famous, yearly Christmas party. Food, Booze and Games...should be a good time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5171222323341478588-1011360584975245375?l=emmalsefton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmalsefton.blogspot.com/feeds/1011360584975245375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5171222323341478588&amp;postID=1011360584975245375' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171222323341478588/posts/default/1011360584975245375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171222323341478588/posts/default/1011360584975245375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmalsefton.blogspot.com/2008/10/farm-party.html' title='Farm Party'/><author><name>Emma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09249930804014102176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2D0dcAMhQ68/SuXy1EzWe2I/AAAAAAAAAOs/UTFwNn5szZM/S220/6455_752041540663_10203240_44245841_4983350_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5171222323341478588.post-1620034910226946352</id><published>2008-10-07T16:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T16:38:09.166-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Up Up and Away</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2D0dcAMhQ68/SOvy1M_8oqI/AAAAAAAAAB8/60RyTo9E9F8/s1600-h/B-BALLOONING.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2D0dcAMhQ68/SOvy1M_8oqI/AAAAAAAAAB8/60RyTo9E9F8/s400/B-BALLOONING.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254560386094244514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Wednesday was a very special day, starting very early in the morning. At 6:45 Chino and I were out in Longmont drinking coffee alongside a huge inflating hot air balloon. once it was full we hopped in the basket and up we went, 3,000 ft. above ground. We could see everything , the sky was clear the mountains were beautiful as usual and it was a great way to start the day. Not to mention the mimosas to follow our landing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5171222323341478588-1620034910226946352?l=emmalsefton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmalsefton.blogspot.com/feeds/1620034910226946352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5171222323341478588&amp;postID=1620034910226946352' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171222323341478588/posts/default/1620034910226946352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171222323341478588/posts/default/1620034910226946352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmalsefton.blogspot.com/2008/10/up-up-and-away.html' title='Up Up and Away'/><author><name>Emma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09249930804014102176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2D0dcAMhQ68/SuXy1EzWe2I/AAAAAAAAAOs/UTFwNn5szZM/S220/6455_752041540663_10203240_44245841_4983350_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2D0dcAMhQ68/SOvy1M_8oqI/AAAAAAAAAB8/60RyTo9E9F8/s72-c/B-BALLOONING.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5171222323341478588.post-3700837588956264440</id><published>2008-09-24T22:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T22:52:31.408-07:00</updated><title type='text'>RTW Plans</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2D0dcAMhQ68/SNsnGRt1n2I/AAAAAAAAAB0/DOICnHk6m4M/s1600-h/world.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2D0dcAMhQ68/SNsnGRt1n2I/AAAAAAAAAB0/DOICnHk6m4M/s320/world.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249832779418804066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Begining next March, 2009 that is, I will be setting out on my adventure of a lifetime, traveling around the world. The plan is consistantly changing, but at the moment there are some definite headways. My roommate Jessica and I will start our journey in Beijing, in hopes of finding a small fuzzy friend named Kate. With Kate, and possibly Mark in tow, we will conquir the Great Wall and all of China's other wonders before heading Westerly. Next stop, Vietnam, with the open possiblity of Laos or Cambodia...From this region we will relocate to Eastern Europe, working our way from Turkey to Prague and eventually Ireland. I have some hopes for Morocco on the end of the voyage, but I don't want to get too optimistic. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;These plans are more than optimistic and flexible, yet if any or all of them work out to provide some beautiful vistas and people i will be satisfyed .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some fun sites to check out while dreaming RTW...&lt;a href="http://matadortrips.com/"&gt;Matador&lt;/a&gt;... &lt;a href="http://www.bootsnall.com/"&gt;BootsnAll&lt;/a&gt;... and &lt;a href="http://www.worldhum.com/"&gt;World Hum&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5171222323341478588-3700837588956264440?l=emmalsefton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmalsefton.blogspot.com/feeds/3700837588956264440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5171222323341478588&amp;postID=3700837588956264440' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171222323341478588/posts/default/3700837588956264440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171222323341478588/posts/default/3700837588956264440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmalsefton.blogspot.com/2008/09/rtw-plans.html' title='RTW Plans'/><author><name>Emma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09249930804014102176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2D0dcAMhQ68/SuXy1EzWe2I/AAAAAAAAAOs/UTFwNn5szZM/S220/6455_752041540663_10203240_44245841_4983350_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2D0dcAMhQ68/SNsnGRt1n2I/AAAAAAAAAB0/DOICnHk6m4M/s72-c/world.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5171222323341478588.post-1474635967337241237</id><published>2008-08-13T09:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T09:54:30.144-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunrise in Boulder</title><content type='html'>If there was any doubt to why so many people love living in Boulder, just wake up early enough to watch the sun wake up. The orange globe rising from the east and illuminating the flatirons like a spotlight is truly amazing. This morning was my second sunrise of the summer and I don't regret rolling out of bed early at all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5171222323341478588-1474635967337241237?l=emmalsefton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmalsefton.blogspot.com/feeds/1474635967337241237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5171222323341478588&amp;postID=1474635967337241237' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171222323341478588/posts/default/1474635967337241237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171222323341478588/posts/default/1474635967337241237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmalsefton.blogspot.com/2008/08/sunrise-in-boulder.html' title='Sunrise in Boulder'/><author><name>Emma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09249930804014102176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2D0dcAMhQ68/SuXy1EzWe2I/AAAAAAAAAOs/UTFwNn5szZM/S220/6455_752041540663_10203240_44245841_4983350_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5171222323341478588.post-7630247669886712804</id><published>2008-08-05T09:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T09:56:15.093-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Upcoming Beer and Music</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2D0dcAMhQ68/SKMSI0kqkJI/AAAAAAAAABc/Fkmmyv-_6qc/s1600-h/B%26B.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2D0dcAMhQ68/SKMSI0kqkJI/AAAAAAAAABc/Fkmmyv-_6qc/s320/B%26B.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234047134695329938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fall semester brings with it, not only the &lt;a href="http://www.beertown.org/events/gabf/"&gt;Great American Beer Festiva&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.beertown.org/events/gabf/"&gt;l&lt;/a&gt; , but also the &lt;a href="http://www.tellurideblues.com/"&gt;Telluride Blues &amp;amp; Brews&lt;/a&gt;, both of which have become necessary traditions. The GABF will be happening in Denver in early September and the Blues &amp;amp; Brews not until October. Perfect way to break up the semester!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5171222323341478588-7630247669886712804?l=emmalsefton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmalsefton.blogspot.com/feeds/7630247669886712804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5171222323341478588&amp;postID=7630247669886712804' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171222323341478588/posts/default/7630247669886712804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171222323341478588/posts/default/7630247669886712804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmalsefton.blogspot.com/2008/08/upcoming-beer-and-music.html' title='Upcoming Beer and Music'/><author><name>Emma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09249930804014102176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2D0dcAMhQ68/SuXy1EzWe2I/AAAAAAAAAOs/UTFwNn5szZM/S220/6455_752041540663_10203240_44245841_4983350_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2D0dcAMhQ68/SKMSI0kqkJI/AAAAAAAAABc/Fkmmyv-_6qc/s72-c/B%26B.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
