Cabo da Roca, Portugal - 17th December 2012
By: Eohippus
Hello, dear mother and all the siblings!
How is your advent time going?
Here it is a bit hard to believe that Christmas is so near,
since outside it is like an average month September in northern Europe.
We have been hiking a lot in different landscapes -
this time I´ll show you photos from the westernmost point of mainland Europe.
And I´ve also seen the first of the 7 oceans of the world -
the Atlantic Ocean, that is.
Cabo da Roca is a small place on the shore of the Atlantic Ocean,
about 35 kilometers north from Lisbon,
and a somewhat important turist site, because of the fact that it is the westermost place of the mainland Europe,
and also because from there opens wonderful landscapes over the sea.
We went there with a train and a bus.
Here we have allready left the "turistical" area somewhere long behind us -
most of the turists just stay near the lighthouse you can see in the background,
but we took one of the small paths circulating in the hills, used by the local people.
It felt like we had suddenly stepped into one the films about "Little Heidi"or "Sound of music",
and soon we were singing happily, although with slightly "tuned" lyrics -
"The hills are alive with the sound of MEWING" .
We were aping the yodelling sounds our portuguese hosts cat Sibila is making at nights, you see, and giggling like hell.
We saw some wonderfull flowers - I think these are some sort of wild crocuses,
and that of course suits to the christmastime very well, although the landscape otherwise didn´t much fit my mental pics of Christmas.
Only the sheep were missing..
We climbed over a steep, rocky hill, uh huh, it was hard!
But it was worth of it!!
We met the Atlantic Ocean! And the view was really magnificent!
Here, mom, can I introduce you - Here is my mom, here is the old Lady Atlantis.
Nice to meet you!
Cabo da Roca was also a holy place in prehistoric times -
there has been found items related to the cults of Moon and Sun,
and it was holy also for the romans who occupied the area.
It is easy to understand, I think.
How could a place this beautiful be anything else than holy?
There is still people worshipping the natur spirits here, since every now and then on our hiking trips we have encountered an "altar" -
a table laid for them in some beautiful spot.
Usually there is an opened bottle of wine or beer and fruit or bread to eat, like here, on the table we found in a small rivervalley in Cabo da Roca.
Then we were just wandering around, somewhat stunned views, and dizzy with the sun mirroring from the blue sea.
The wind was rising, and Henna started to be afraid of it blowing us away.
It didn´t, but my ribbons were gone again at some point of the trip..
We saw an inviting little sandy beach down there, but it was really getting dangerously windy, and we had to return back towards the inland.
But first we rested a bit behind a hillside.
We took another small path back towards the turist-filled busstop, but on our way we were still enjoying the illusionary feeling of remotenes.
It is a funny thing - here it is really possible to be alone in the universum a kilometers distance from a spot full of turists like ants, because they really behave like ants too - only walk after each other.
We saw more beautiful flowers on our way.
These must be somekind of asters, or what do you think, mom?
Cabo da Roca was one of the most beautiful places I´ve seen. I think I would like to come here again some day.
See you soon again, mom!
Your adventurous little dog.
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Posted Dec 17, 2012, 3:12 pm Last edited Dec 17, 2012, 3:20 pm by Eohippus
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Laranjeiro, Portugal - 24th December 2012
By: Eohippus
Hyvää Joulua, Feliz Natal, mom!
Here we don´t have snow nor icicles hanging from the roof nor other that kinda natures own christmas decoration, but instead we have forest full off these beautiful red berries.
We have been preparing for christmas by also making decorations of our own for the christmas tree.
We made these little hearts out of clay.
And picked wonderful little pine cones and painted them red. It was very fun!
We were watching the presépio (crib) in the centrum of Laranjeiro.
Then we had a traditional portuguese christmas dinner of boiled cabbage, potato and carrot with codfish, over all of which we sprinkled olive oil and lemon.
Then we decorated the tree with our own decorations and with all the traditional balls, chains and such.
When the tree was ready and beautiful, we spotted an elf on the balcony!
Can you believe it, mom?
He was in a hurry not to be seen too clearly, but he had left us a bag full of something!
Christmas chocolates to everyone!
We were eating them and singing christmas carols (not so easy with the mouth full of choc.. )
We offered some choc for the cat Sibila too, but she haid she would rather have some codfish, than you.
So we gave her some.
Then we were spending LOTS of time in the christmas coffee table, with all sorts of cakes.
This one is called Bolo Rei (king cake)
This cake is "tronco" - some kinda relation to the english "yule log".
Almonds and chestnuts!
We have been having a very merry christmas, and I wish you, mom, and all my siblings and toyvoyager friends have had a great time too!
A warm hug from Josie.
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Posted Dec 24, 2012, 7:45 pm Last edited Dec 25, 2012, 3:48 pm by Eohippus
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Castelo dos Mouros, Sintra, Portugal - 5th January 2013
By: Eohippus
Hyvää uutta vuotta, äiti! (Good new year, mom!)
I wish your year has started well!
We have been running and hiking and climbing rocks so
that even ants would look lazy compaired to us!
Today I´m going to put here photos we took on our trip to the ruins of the moorish castle of Sintra.
We were walking uphill and uphill trough the steep little alleys of the mediaeval town of Sintra.
The alleys turned into narrow stairs leading us trough the forest.
It was a bit rainy day, but luckily there was lots of umbrellas around us..
It felt like the stairs would never end!
I think my muscles have grown a lot during this visit.. what do you think about that, mom?
We saw some interesting things on our route, like this "balancing stone".
Then we reached paths not known to many people.
You can call me "Indiana Josie" if you want.
"Now we have to start to climb!" said Henna
in front of this stone, and I thought she was joking.
She wasn´t.
So we climbed under, over and between heaps of gigantic boulders, sometimes along treetrunks or
creepers, upwards and upwards..
When we reached about halfway of our climb, we stopped to win our breath back on a rock called
"Penedo da Amizade" - The Rock of friendship.
Very suitable place to rest a bit with friends.
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Yo can even see the Atlantic Ocean
as a blue stripe in the horizon.
From the Penedo of Amizade we could also see the walls of the moorish castle where we were heading to.
There were some tourists in the castle and when they saw us
climbing on the rocky hillside, they look horrified, cannot imagine why..
Anyway, we were making faces to them.
At last we reached the castle ruins!
To me it looked like a miniature Wall of China.
"The castle was constructed during the 8th to 9th century, during the period of Arab occupation of the Iberian peninsula", says the Wikipedia.
1147, after the moors had lost Lisbon, the castle surrendered voluntarily to Christian forces.
During the next centuries the castle was serving in military purposes as well as religious ones (there was a hermit monastery at some time), but during the 17th century it was let to ruin, until the 19th centurys romantic movement motivated the kings to rebuild it into "visually suitable romantic ruin".
Later on, some serious archaeological research projects have taken place in the area, the results telling a lot about the mediaeval lifestyle.
Nowadays the castle is a very important turistical attraction.
We were enjoying especially the great views from the castle.
Here you can see the Sintra town down there.
And in this pic there is the silouette of the royal Pena palace behind our backs.
So we climbed again up and down the walls to see everything, and my little paws were starting to complain a bit.
So we were resting a bit before starting our climbing back down again.
See you soon again, dear mom!
Kisses from your little Josie.
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Cork convent, Capuchos, Colares, Portugal - 8th January 2013
By: Eohippus
Hello, dear mom!
Our host Henna has got a flue, which is a great thing!
Uhm.. of course I don´t mean it is great she is ill..
but it is really great that now we have an opportunity to STAY INSIDE couple of days, write our updates and whatnot, instead of running like headles hens trough the forests after her!
Yeah, what troubles does SHE has - we have to take 50 steps while she takes just one!
Would be right for her if she woke up one morning in toyvoyager size!
But now to the update!
First I´ll show you couple of more "sights" from Lisbon.
This is the first one of them - The tower of Belem.
(You cannot imagine how difficult it is to get to Lisbon, mom!
Because Henna says she cannot let us go by ourselves (of course we manage to sneak out every now and then! ) and she herself only wants to lurk in forests like a hare or something.
To see this tower, for example, we had to buy a bar of marzipan and lure her there by promising it to her after seeing the tower! )
Anyway, the tower was built in early 16th century to protect the mouth of the river Tejo.
Later on it has served as a custom house, a barrack for some troops and a prison to political freethinkers.
Not nice, but it seems to be in the list of World Heritage Sites of Unesco.
In front of the real tower there was another one made in toyvoyager size! I liked that one much more!
We walked past the Belém ferry station, from wich the little ferry takes people to Porto Brandão and Trafaria, both small places consentrated into fishing and fishing industry.
We saw the bridge over Tejo called "Ponte 25 de Abril"- 25th of April Bridge, for the memory of the Carnation Revolution 25.4 1974, which ended the long dictatorship in Portugal.
Before 1974 the Bridge was named after the dictator - Ponte Salazar.
No wonder they wanted to change the name.
When we reached the bridge Henna had finished the marzipan bar, and was already making wild jumps towards any bushes or trees there was in the area, and so we decided we had tortured her enough for one day, and agreed to follow her into more faraway areas.
So we run after her, while she was fleeing the horrors of urban areas, and only slowed our speed down when the city was disappearing into the horizon and we found ourselves amongst pasturelands and merry sounds of sheepbells.
The pasturelands chanced into bushy thickets.
The thickets grew into proper woodland, and soon we realiced we had started to sing while we walked along.
It is true, the forests are good for the soul.
(Although the poor animals of forest, who were horrifiedly fleeing from our singing, were propably thinking the forest would be better for the soul without US. )
We encountered a road running trough the forest.
It led us to Colares, and we decided to go and see the franciscan convent they had painted onto the tiles,
Convento de Santa Cruz da Serra da Sintra (Convent of the Holy Cross of the Sintra Mountains)
There was a stone cross pointing us the way to the convent.
We had to climb some stairs (everything in this country is build over hills).
And then we saw the convent main door!
As you can see, it is not one of those pompous convents, but a very humble recidence meant for hermit monks, although I found odd the idea of bunch of hermits hermiting together.
The main entrance opened straightly into this shrine, in front of which the hermits were spending hours every day on their knees.
We spent some minutes INSIDE the shrine, since it had started to rain thinly, and read more about the convent.
It was built int 16th century, because some bimbo (the ex-viceroy of India) had been hunting a deer and got lost (hah!) and fell asleep against a rock, and in his dream he has got a "divine revelation" to erect a christian temple on the spot.
The walls of convent are covered with cork from the cork trees (I guess the idea was to reduce a bit the freezing coldness of the stonebuilding in wintertime), and so it is often called as "cork convent".
Inside the convent it was very dark and somewhat spooky.
The hermits lived in minuscule rooms (2 X 2 m) without any other furniture than the stone bed, without heating and eating next to nothing, competing in piousnes and humbleness.
The doors behind my back are leading into their little cells.
In downstairs their rooms were also dark, but in the upstairs they had at least windows and felt a bit less dungeon-like. Maybe the monks living upstairs werent quite as pious as the ones living downstairs.
Hah, the most pious one of them, Friar Honório, lived in one of the cells until he was 70 years old, and moved then to live in a little hole in the ground outside the convent, and lived there until he was 100 years old eating just bread and water. And why?
Ho hoo, because the devil tried to lure him, in the form of a beautiful girl, into sin, and so he escaped to the hole.
Legend of the hermit made a deep impression for example to Lord Byron, who wrote "Deep in yon cave Honorius long did dwell/In hope to merit heaven, by making earth a hell."
Well, I must say, I believe that to merit heaven it´s more itelligible to try to make the earth a heaven to others than to make your own life a hell..
We were testing one of the cork -covered benches, and it really felt warm under our bottoms.
It seems that every now and then some of the monks had gave in in front of the yearning of earthly beauty and decorated the bare walls with ornaments made of seashells and broken plates.
I was happy to see these little signs of life in this gloomy place.
Would you imagine living the whole life in a place like this? I wouldn´t! Unless I could modify the place a bit, of course. Starting by drilling windows, lots of windows trough the walls.. maybe some wallpaper with nice floral print..
There was lit candles in one room, and we sat round them, enjoying the warm pool of light they poured to the gloomynes, and discussed the old question what to take with us on a deserted island or into a place like this.
Here is our list, you can try to quess who get up with what.
- a ton of pinecones
- a matchbox
- a big sackfull of legos
- a bunch of friends
- a rum distillery
The gloomynes started to get on our nerves, and I had a feeling there was a mad monk lurking behind some corner, so we escaped trough one of the windows.
It was much better outside! We all felt relieved, and I started to think that the monk who decided to live in a hole chose well after all - he could see the sky, the stars, and feel the wind and smell everything in the wonderfull nature, while the others were almost like buried alive.
I really don´t see why any god would wish anyone to do something as stupid as that. People are odd.
It is so much better to be a little toyvoyager, and get out the best of this existence, like this wonderfull flower, without the need to twist our brains with noncense.
We climbed to the roof of the convent, and were really impressed by the odd fact that the place looked so much more sympathetic from outside than inside. And no escape - soon we were deep in discussion about how often that was the truth of other kind of things in life too. The horrible place had put us into that kinda mood.
So we thought it better to continue our walk to some less heavy direction.
Good by and good riddance, convento dos capuchos - I´m not going to miss you!
So we walked onwards, jumping and soon singing again, and maybe enjoying the natures miracles more than ever before. Zoe suggested that that is why such horrible convents are needed - to remind us that the miracles "are out there".
Maybe she is right.
See you soon, dear mom! A hug from Josie
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Costa da Caparica, Portugal - 14th January 2013
By: Eohippus
Olá de novo, mãe! (Hi again, mom!)
Como estás? Tudo bem? (How are you? Is everything all right?)
I´m just showing of my new language skills, hmm!
This is our last week in Portugal, and I´ve many updates to do still!
So - this time it´s turn of our trip to Caparica.
Caparica is a very popular place to spend sunny summer days, nad it is not very far from Laranjeiro where we live here.
We took first a tram, and then we walked trough fields and thickets (what else, crying out loud! )
It was a gloomy morning, and while we passed a paprika field it looked like the paprikas had been glowing!
It is really amazing how things grow here round the year, like these cabbages.
We saw already many people planting something in their small kitchen gardens while we passed by.
It´s hard to imagine that soon we´ll be in Finland where there is two meters layer of snow covering the land.
We walked past a monastery, but didn´t go in. We have all had enough monasteries for sometime..
We came to an area called "Arrabida fossil da Costa da Caparica" - it is an ancient steep seahore cliff, nowadays about a kilometer from the seashore.
There it is possible to observe the fossilic layers of the chalk stone.
Here! :-D Just think of these milliards of little sea critters living in the seabed, now turned into stone!
The area is protected as an original landscape area and as a nature conservation area, and I´m happy of that. There is not many green areas left in Portugal.
We came down from the arrabida and walked towards the nowadays beach.
We found the tracks of a small beach train, which is running during the summer months.
We followed the tracks, playing to be a steam engines, making all those chuga chuga chuga chuga pufff pioooooooo -sounds, and steamed past many little beach cottages, where portuguese families come to spend summer weekends.
The cottages are lightly built and humble, without electricity or running water, but during the past decades there has also been built mastodont -sized mega-hotels and very expensive villa-areas, which are swallowing more and more space.
We came to the beach, which is empty at this time of year (luckily).
At summertime there is so much people it´s hard to turn from side to side without bumping against someone.
The sand looked VERY inviting!
Soon we were busy at important tasks like digging holes to the sand in hope of possible hidden treasures (never know!).
And collecting seashells!
There was so many and many of them were big enough for me to live in!
The sun started to set, and we knew it was time to walk back home..
But we sat still watching over the Atlantic Ocean - we knew we would soon be watching over frozen, snow covered Baltic Sea, and it made us miss the sun beforehand.
I´ll be here again soon!
Hugs from Josie
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Barragem da Mula, Cascais, Portugal - 17th January 2013
By: Eohippus
Hei taas, rakas äiti! (Hi again, dear mother!)
Your little dog is becoming a true polyglott with all this voyaging.
It would be great to visit some day people living in places where they speak really rare languages, like, say , Ter Sami or Kayardild.
Then I would learn the basic phraces and surprise everyone just by opening my mouth, but sadly there doesn´t seem to be people talking Ter Sami or Kayardild here in toyvoyagers.
Well, all languages do! Anyone speaking euskara here?
I´ll tell you now about a walk we made somewhere in the countryside, trough bushes and over streams and whatnot (how hard was that to guess?).
So, we were heading to see a small pool in middle of nowhere, formed by damming a small stream called Mula. Why? Well, because it is on the map, it seems..
anyway, the first part of our trip we walked along small countryside roads. It was interesting to read the names of the "quintas" = countryside properties when we passed by.
We saw some very surprising things on our rambling, like fern trees! Can you imagine, mom, fern trees in the forest! Where are the dinosaurs?
Of course they are not original species in Portugal, but the royalty of old times had a hobby to plant the most extraordinary things a bit here and there, and some of the plants have increased secretly in the forests during hundreds of years.
The roads were often very beautiful, and totally empty for us to march along singing and telling stupid jokes. Like:
"How do crazy people go through the forest?
They take the psycho path."
We found a cute little waterfall and sat down to listen to its sound.
I love the sound of running water! Well, not if it comes from a tap, you understand, but streams and and rivers and waves.
Look, mom, an eucalyptus flower!
We saw lots of "strawberry trees" (Arbutus unedo).
It has actually nothing to do with strawberries, the berries just look a bit similar, but they taste awful, yak!
The birds are eating them, though, and they are used to make some beverages and liqueurs, like the portuguese medronho.
What a frustration! They LOOK so delicious!
Zoe was eating them happily, saying they tasted just wonderful in her mouth. Must be in her DNA then - she is a bird, anyway..
The village roads were empty, but the quintas were full of very territory-aware dogs, and they all started to yap like hell when they saw strangers passing by.
Usually it was enough for them to see ME to fell silent, though, they are not used into seeing such canine beauty, you see, and mostly they were just staring open-mouthed when we passed by, but on some yards there was some who started flirting in a clumsy way, saying something like "Little lass has got very beautifull ribbons, hur hur, would she like to come to bind one onto my tail too?"
We climbed over a hill to see cross named "Cruz Alta". It has been put there, surprise surprise, because the hill was a holy place in pagan times..
It´s like the church was trying to TAME the old gods or something with those crosses. Or like the American astronauts, raising an american flag in the moon..
We could see the Pena palace again looming behind the forest.
When we get onto more low-lying terrain, the roads started to turn into small streams.
It has been raining a lot lately.
We found the small Ribeira da Mula, the Mula Stream, and started to follow it downstream to find the dam.
There was every now and then a small bridge over the stream.
We had a little pause, putting our hot paws into the cool water. It felt great!
We found some interesting looking mushrooms growing on the fallen cork trees.
And then we played to be ourselves mushrooms growing on a tree trunk.
Not very interesting life.
The stream was growing a bit bigger and forming little waterfalls.
And then we came to the dam.
I must say it wasn´t very interesting.
But I liked our walk there.
And the pool formed there was a friendly looking little pool, such on which it would be nice to be rowing lazily and thoughtlesly around on a warm summer day.
Then we walked back again, and made a shortcut trough the Pena palace garden, climbing over the walls..
The garden was the private place of pleasures of the royal family, and there we saw some odd structures.
It was somehow interesting place, but since it happened to be a day when the gardens were shut from public and since we happened to be there anyway without tickets, we had to hide all the time and sneak along mysterious routes, avoiding the gardeners and such, so we couldn´t take many photos.
We managed to sneak this near to Pena palace without being seen, but then we heard someone shouting "Hi, you!" and then we were rrrrrrrrrunning like hell, over the wall and inside the thickets and disappeared.
Kisses from your little outlaw. See you soon!
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Mafra, Portugal - 22nd January 2013
By: Eohippus
Hello, mom!
We should already be in Finland, but since our flight is trough Frankfurt and Frankfurt airport seems to be under attack of joined snow-forces we are not.
Our flights were delayed until tomorrow, let´s see..
But we used our extra day here by visiting Mafra.
We took first the little ferry over Tejo, and then a bus to Mafra.
Mafra is a small town not far from Lisbon, and it is best known because of the Mafra Palace, which is a huge baroque -style convent and royal palace from the 17th century.
The palace is what we went to see too, and here it is. Hard to miss, hmm?
We had again the same trouble it being very dark inside the palace to take many photos, but we managed to take some near the windows.
This is one of the big corridors, along which the royal rooms were situated.
We saw royal bedrooms, music rooms, "ladys bouduars", library, smoking salongs and whatnot, all very magnificent and all cold as hell.
We didn´t see any fireplaces anywhere. Maybe they only lived here during summer.
This is the "unofficial" dining room (when the royal family was just eating by themselves).
And this is the palace kitchen.
There was about a kilometers distance along the corridors and staircases between the kitchen and the diningroom - wasn´t the food cold when it reached the royal family?
I enjoyed more the royal gardens godlfish pond.
We sat there for a long time, feeding the colorful fish with breadcrumbs. Maybe this is what the royal kids were doing too.
Now we´ll spend rest of the day watching films and being exited about the (maybe existing) flights tomorrow.
See you soon again!
Josie
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Nuuksio, Finland - 26th January 2013
By: Eohippus
Hello, mom! And hi to my bro there!
We are back in Finland, but it is so cold here I´m freezing!
Finnish winter is clearly not meant for little pinky dogs with tender paws, so I´m going to start my journey back home on monday!
Isn´t that swell!
We took two planes, first one from Lisbon to Frankfurt, where we had to wait for some hours for the next plane to Helsinki.
Here we are watching our plane being washed and cleaned in Frankfurt airport.
We went trough all possible varieties of hot drinks there was in the drink automats.
In the plane we were sitting on our seat like four little angels at least five and half minutes.
Then we couldn´t stand it anymore.
We were watching out from the window for some time, and then we started to run on the aisle. (And to the toilet, after all those hot drinks.. )
Then we were eating and drinking some more.
And then were watching some more out of the window, trying to spot any ufos possibly flying past, but sadly we didn´t see any.
We started to argue about how would the people flying the ufo look like - the others were offering their unscientifical opinions how they would look like giant birds with antennas, extraterrestrial rodents with radioactive acorns or interstellar pirates, bah. It´s clear they are pink and fluffy!
Then we were eating and drinking again.
And running to the toilet.
Then we saw the sunset, anf after that it was dark and we felt suddenly very sleepy, and spent the rest of the trip curled up in Hennas pockets where it is nice and warm.
Next day we woke up in the little cottage we knew so well.
But outside the world was totally new.
We desided to go for a walk, to see white-washed, new landscape.
Can you guess where I am walking here, mom?
Haha, no you can´t. I´m walking on the ice over the Baltic Sea, and there is an island behind my back.
It felt somehow a bit exiting to be walking over the sea, and we giggled and danced round the beacons.
But it was very, very cold, and my little paws started to froze!
So it was really great we happened to have matches, water and coffeepot with us.
The fire and the hot coffee felt wonderful.
It was very beautiful, but I would need a thicker fur, like a husky, to live here.
When we got back home, Henna loaned us some warm winter clothes.
In the evening we had a party, because we all wanted to have a very fun evening together before my leaving back home.
First we were having tea and cake in a civilized manner.
And later on we were having something else.
And then we were dancing.
And then we formed a toyvoyager pyramid.
And then we fell dawn and slept where we fell, and I don´t remember anything after that, although I woke up a red sock in my head, wearing a black false moustache.
I´ll still make a short announcement when I´m on my way.
See ou soon, dear mom!
Your Josie
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Post office, Espoo, Finland - 28th January 2013
By: Eohippus
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Between FIN & GER, Germany - 8th February 2013
By: MA_17
I decided not to go home. My adventure isn't over yet. So during my flight I changed the envelope... All my stuff was sent home and I left a little note to my brother Alex. I think he was confused when he opened the envelope.
See you soon with some new adventures.
Josie
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Bodenstein, Germany - 2nd March 2013
By: HoBi
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