You're in France or you're not.
St-Leu Fishers apparently decided on friday evening (after a few beers) to get on strike and are preventing boats from going to sea, therefore it is not possible to dive on saturday and sunday. Cherry on the cake, Abyss is closed on monday...fortunately Ben (one of the key staff) told me to checkout Atlantis Plongée. That means that the plan has to be changed as I was initially considering to slowly go hiking from thursday to saturday.
In the spring, at the end of the day, you should smell like dirt.
Posted by: tramadol on April 23, 2006 03:41 PMSpring is when life's alive in everything.
Posted by: tramadol on April 23, 2006 03:41 PMAll through the long winter, I dream of my garden. On the first day of spring, I dig my fingers deep into the soft earth. I can feel its energy, and my spirits soar.
Posted by: tramadol on April 23, 2006 03:42 PMIf we had no winter, the spring would not be so pleasant; if we did not sometimes taste of adversity, prosperity would not be so welcome.
Posted by: xanax on April 23, 2006 04:13 PMSpring is a true reconstructionist.
Posted by: xanax on April 23, 2006 04:14 PMSpring is a true reconstructionist.
Posted by: xanax on April 23, 2006 04:14 PM