<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6404772</id><updated>2008-09-23T20:04:16.383-04:00</updated><title type='text'>rawlio's world</title><subtitle type='html'>The New Era:  Rawlio's World takes on a new direction.</subtitle><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404772/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rawl.ca/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404772/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rawl.ca/atom.xml'/><author><name>rawlio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03046527504988969148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>850</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6404772.post-9179270285702650299</id><published>2008-09-23T19:58:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T20:04:16.394-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hooky'/><title type='text'>Sicky Tuesday</title><content type='html'>So, after the big project on Saturday for my company, I got really sick.  I woke up, feeling really bad. I pushed through it, and even went to work on Monday.  But feeling ill, I decided to take today off, and relax.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was nice. Linda decided to take 1/2 day as well, and we actually slept in. It was nice.  We were having breakfast together and tried to think about the last time we slept in.   It was way before the summer, and even then, I don't think we did before the wedding.  Jeepers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After she left for work, I got myself comfortable and watched DVDs and bad day time TV. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's nice to take a day.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404772/9179270285702650299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6404772&amp;postID=9179270285702650299' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404772/posts/default/9179270285702650299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404772/posts/default/9179270285702650299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rawl.ca/2008/09/sicky-tuesday.html' title='Sicky Tuesday'/><author><name>rawlio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03046527504988969148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6404772.post-4362634409460343489</id><published>2008-09-18T20:03:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T20:12:27.534-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>Maybe a slight mood swing?</title><content type='html'>So, this project at works come to an end on Saturday, which is nice. I feel like it's consuming all of my time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But not so, really. I still get out for a run or the gym on mornings, and I can sometimes catch some TV. Now, if I can fit the PS3 time in, I'll be in heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what's new in the world of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Rawlio&lt;/span&gt;? Not much, really.  Linda's good. She's busy with work as well, which is normal for this time of year. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even thoughts to my head?  Some, but not many. Well, lots come to my head, but not all are really that interesting.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;, here's one.  At work, everyone is somehow involved in this big project. Sometimes I feel like I'm doing more than my share of work, but I'm glad my friend Scott has put more time in.  Anyway, one person was talking about taking care of a small part of the project with other people, and the conversation went like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worker 1:  I can take care of the music. I've got Tons and tons of MP3's.&lt;br /&gt;Worker 2:  Wow!  That's good. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;.  how?&lt;br /&gt;Worker 1:  Oh,  my father converted all of his music to MP3's. He paid a lot  to do so.&lt;br /&gt;Worker 2:  Do you have the music that we need?&lt;br /&gt;Worker 1:  Um...I've got tons and tons. I'm sure that I do.&lt;br /&gt;Worker 3:  Wow!  That's really good. I can't believe that you can do all of that.&lt;br /&gt;Worker 1:  Yeah, I've got Tons and tons  of Music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;, the people I work with are generally good.  They're hard working and honest.   But sometimes it hurts hearing non-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;techy&lt;/span&gt; people talk.  I know they're called '&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Newbs&lt;/span&gt;,' and it's important to have everyone understand &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;technology&lt;/span&gt;.  But when a conversation by educated people sounds like that, I wince. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I was grumpy at the time.  I often keep my head down and read the paper.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404772/4362634409460343489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6404772&amp;postID=4362634409460343489' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404772/posts/default/4362634409460343489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404772/posts/default/4362634409460343489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rawl.ca/2008/09/maybe-slight-mood-swing.html' title='Maybe a slight mood swing?'/><author><name>rawlio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03046527504988969148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6404772.post-1913222988819241686</id><published>2008-09-16T20:01:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T20:13:37.966-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thought experiment'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='profession'/><title type='text'>If I had taken the other path...</title><content type='html'>So, I'm just swamped with things at work.  We're doing a huge celebration in a few days, which has taken up much of my other time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But other than that, things are good. I'm back on a work-out schedule and I'm sticking to a pretty clean diet, so I'll be able to work off the European trip from the summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conversations or thoughts?  Well, I was chatting with Chris about this one.  We were wondering what we would do if we were not doing our present jobs.  Granted, I'm not going to disclose exactly what I do, but the thought experiment was about what would we do if we could no longer do what we did, or we decided to pursue something else?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I commented that Underwater Welding/Diving would be an interesting one to be.  But also, this was off of another conversation about a person joining the Canadian Armed Forces and having to have a secondary job to do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But What would I do?  Chris was convinced that he would be doing something creative if he wasn't in his current profession. I think I would as well.  (yes, being a commercial diver is not that creative, but damned exciting!)  [Note:  I never know where to put that punctuation, before the bracket or after. I need to look that up!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Creative?  Again, the sexy world of advertising would be fun.  Being on a think-tank for ideas would be amazing.  Would I want to be in the Entertainment industry?  Not sure.  It's pretty demanding.  It seems fun from this perspective, but doing things for work that is similar is a lot of work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still a fan of art, but I don't think I have the skill to be a graphics designer.  I would love to be a video game designer or even a writer for a show. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, all over the place.  Even doing mundane jobs, like plumber or electrician has is attraction.  These professions are simple, but utterly important.  True, being a plumber causes all kinds of jokes, but if you can't flush your toilet, you're in deep $h!t.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then again, the job I do is what I wanted to do. I don't know if I'm lucky, but I'm quite happy at what I do.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404772/1913222988819241686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6404772&amp;postID=1913222988819241686' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404772/posts/default/1913222988819241686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404772/posts/default/1913222988819241686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rawl.ca/2008/09/if-i-had-taken-other-path.html' title='If I had taken the other path...'/><author><name>rawlio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03046527504988969148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6404772.post-4066943096134239528</id><published>2008-09-03T19:11:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T19:16:33.503-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Giver'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='language'/><title type='text'>Hotty September</title><content type='html'>Man, it's hot. It's like, really hot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yeah, I'm gonna talk about the weather, but only for a sentence or two.  Ok, done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phrases:  That's my topic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are a few phrases that people don't like and some that people do.  The Phrase, "Give 'er" seems to be pretty popular, along with the lesser phrase,  "Git 'er Done!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Driving to work, I saw an excavation truck with a sign, "Git  R Dug."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, that amused me for the next 10 minutes of my drive.  Linda not believing that "Get 'er done" was a real phrase, the "Get r Dug" was good enough that people are now using it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, the fluidity of language.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404772/4066943096134239528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6404772&amp;postID=4066943096134239528' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404772/posts/default/4066943096134239528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404772/posts/default/4066943096134239528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rawl.ca/2008/09/hotty-september.html' title='Hotty September'/><author><name>rawlio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03046527504988969148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6404772.post-7791019093115163973</id><published>2008-09-01T17:03:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T17:06:08.605-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jasse'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holiday'/><title type='text'>Happy Labour Day</title><content type='html'>Last day before going back to work.  It's a bit daunting, but it's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But just as an update, we went to a wedding, did work around the house. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, we went to the gym and more work.  It's nice to relax before it all starts again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if you're curious, I finally fixed all the bugs from that nasty virus, got the PS3 up and running on line, and used &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Skype&lt;/span&gt; with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Jasse&lt;/span&gt; for the first time.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Yeah&lt;/span&gt;!  I'm on S&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;kype&lt;/span&gt;.  We used it in Estonia to chat with people.  And now the idea of chatting internationally for free is really good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yippee &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Skype&lt;/span&gt;!</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404772/7791019093115163973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6404772&amp;postID=7791019093115163973' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404772/posts/default/7791019093115163973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404772/posts/default/7791019093115163973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rawl.ca/2008/09/happy-labour-day.html' title='Happy Labour Day'/><author><name>rawlio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03046527504988969148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6404772.post-2876532314811486819</id><published>2008-08-29T19:31:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T19:37:29.674-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PS3'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='computer'/><title type='text'>Most Problems, Solved</title><content type='html'>So, after that nasty virus, it took the 'screen-saver' option out of Windows.  After a quick search on the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ol&lt;/span&gt;' Google, I found the answer, and it worked like a charm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Jeepers&lt;/span&gt;.  not bad.  And the computer seems to be smoother.   I had to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;defrag&lt;/span&gt;, clean, disinfect. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, what are 'most problems?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  Router -  I think I blew 2 routers, so we got a new wireless router, which was 1/4 the price of my original router.  That's solved, along with being wireless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;WiFi&lt;/span&gt; in the house - I got it working well, so Linda can use her computer anywhere in the house. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.   Damn Anti-Virus 2008 -  Awful virus.  I bow my head to those who contract it. It's one pain the behind.  Crap, was it nasty.  (i say, again!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  Summer - Not really solved, but it's almost over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.  PS3 - It's Wireless, but for some reason, it's not connecting. As I said, most problems were solved.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404772/2876532314811486819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6404772&amp;postID=2876532314811486819' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404772/posts/default/2876532314811486819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404772/posts/default/2876532314811486819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rawl.ca/2008/08/most-problems-solved.html' title='Most Problems, Solved'/><author><name>rawlio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03046527504988969148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6404772.post-1059352335716992782</id><published>2008-08-29T17:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T17:57:00.747-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Does this work?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;Just trying some new things. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I got the nasty virus off, after about 20 hours of disinfecting with an Legitimate Anti-Virus.  It's nice. Apparently I had 250 viruses, 30 of which were worms.  Some of them were Key-stroke recorders, which would explain my MSN issues.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;now, Just trying Scribefire, to blog without leaving Firefox...Which I do already. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;oh well.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404772/1059352335716992782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6404772&amp;postID=1059352335716992782' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404772/posts/default/1059352335716992782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404772/posts/default/1059352335716992782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rawl.ca/2008/08/does-this-work.html' title='Does this work?'/><author><name>rawlio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03046527504988969148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6404772.post-7013102686266589668</id><published>2008-08-28T17:18:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T17:20:51.743-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PC'/><title type='text'>Nasty Antivirus 2008...</title><content type='html'>Yes, I'm a Mac Guy, but we do have a desk-top PC running for simple things and banking stuff. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, it's not a good computer, especially for that.  But we got some really nasty virus called "WinXP Antivirus 2008." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man, it's brutal.  My suggestion:  Run your Anti-virus and Malware programmes.   I've been Disinfecting and such for about 10 hours now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ugh. Damn PC.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404772/7013102686266589668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6404772&amp;postID=7013102686266589668' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404772/posts/default/7013102686266589668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404772/posts/default/7013102686266589668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rawl.ca/2008/08/nasty-antivirus-2008.html' title='Nasty Antivirus 2008...'/><author><name>rawlio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03046527504988969148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6404772.post-921417344668079902</id><published>2008-08-26T14:27:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T14:29:56.069-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Linda'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birthday'/><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Linda</title><content type='html'>Today's Linda's 26th Birthday.  If you know her, wish her happy birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been mired in 'birthday' activities, which is fine.  I narrowly escaped a 'girl' thing of Linda and her friends talking about their pap tests, birth, and other 'non-male' things. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Usually, I'm all for that kinda 'other' talk, but I think I'll skip this one.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404772/921417344668079902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6404772&amp;postID=921417344668079902' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404772/posts/default/921417344668079902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404772/posts/default/921417344668079902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rawl.ca/2008/08/happy-birthday-linda.html' title='Happy Birthday Linda'/><author><name>rawlio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03046527504988969148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6404772.post-2060409423223481636</id><published>2008-08-18T17:33:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T21:12:57.730-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Estonia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='denmark'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dad'/><title type='text'>Casualties from our Trip</title><content type='html'>Being back less than a week, we've finally put our things away and have started on seeing what was missing and all that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically, we new some things were gone, but not as much as we first suspected.  Here's a rundown of what didn't make it back from Europe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  My Leatherman - We brought this because we thought we might be camping a few nights.   A&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://rawl.ca/uploaded_images/leatherman-782639.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 51px; height: 58px;" src="http://rawl.ca/uploaded_images/leatherman-782635.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; leatherman is always good.  Unfortunately, I left it in Linda's carry-on, and we got caught at customs with it.  It was not quite confiscated, but given to Ave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note: Ave, if you read this, could you keep it until next we meet?  Thanks.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://rawl.ca/uploaded_images/sleep-mask-782644.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 75px; height: 75px;" src="http://rawl.ca/uploaded_images/sleep-mask-782642.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  Linda's Sleeping Mask - Y'know, those things that you wear to make sure you don't wake up with the light?  Because of the 3 hours of night-time, Linda needed it.  We're not exactly sure where this disappeared, but it didn't make it back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  My MEC backpack - This was the bag I got in Grade 11, and had since.  I have&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://rawl.ca/uploaded_images/back-pack-779982.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 60px; height: 60px;" src="http://rawl.ca/uploaded_images/back-pack-779980.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; traveled to many countries and places with this bag. I have gone on every camping trip and every multi-day trip with this bag.  the inside lining was wearing out really bad, and anything we put in the bag would come out covered.  It was time.  It's final resting place is in a Danish garbage.   (I can't find a good picture of it..but it was sorta like this...but red)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://rawl.ca/uploaded_images/yellow-towel-779975.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 55px; height: 46px;" src="http://rawl.ca/uploaded_images/yellow-towel-779971.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  Linda's Yellow Towel - She lost this towel on the island of Muhu.  We know who has the towel, but the chances of going to get it back are pretty slim.  So long, little towel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://rawl.ca/uploaded_images/question-mark-721249.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 62px; height: 62px;" src="http://rawl.ca/uploaded_images/question-mark-721241.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.  Unknown item - We're not at liberty to disclose this item yet.  We borrowed something from someone, and we lost it.  Actually, it was in Linda's bag, which couldn't make it through customs either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, there's my entry for today....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it's really hot today. I had to caulk windows for my dad.  It was like 32 on the roof. Ugh.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404772/2060409423223481636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6404772&amp;postID=2060409423223481636' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404772/posts/default/2060409423223481636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404772/posts/default/2060409423223481636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rawl.ca/2008/08/casualties-from-our-trip.html' title='Casualties from our Trip'/><author><name>rawlio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03046527504988969148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6404772.post-2010171815531890528</id><published>2008-08-16T23:25:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-16T23:27:11.107-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Late...</title><content type='html'>I just got home from my family's pooja. It was ok.  The Pundit spoke really well, but he kept going on. I think he talked for 2 hours. That's not really bad, but when it's after a 2 hour pooja, it was a bit daunting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did get to see some of my cousins and uncles/aunts that I haven't seen in a while, so that was nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I'm home.  Alone.  Tired.  A bit hungry?</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404772/2010171815531890528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6404772&amp;postID=2010171815531890528' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404772/posts/default/2010171815531890528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404772/posts/default/2010171815531890528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rawl.ca/2008/08/late.html' title='Late...'/><author><name>rawlio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03046527504988969148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6404772.post-3616734093129781757</id><published>2008-08-16T13:48:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-16T13:52:10.202-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cottage'/><title type='text'>Weekend Getaway...</title><content type='html'>So, Friday was the beginning of our first weekend back home.  Linda and I decided to celebrate it by going our separate ways...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, don't think that we got sick of each other in Europe, but I went to Steve Little's cottage and she went to her own cottage to see her parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to go on Saturday to a family event which would be a Hindu ceremony, so she opted to go see her folks instead.  I don't blame her.  The Hindu ceremonies are nice, but sometimes a bit long.  Especially if you can't understand the Pundit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I'm back, and just getting ready to go to Dad's to travel to Brampton for this gig. I'll be home late, but that's ok.  Linda's not coming home until about Sunday evening, so I'll have things ready.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What things?  Yeah, my life is back to boring.  Just dinner.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404772/3616734093129781757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6404772&amp;postID=3616734093129781757' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404772/posts/default/3616734093129781757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404772/posts/default/3616734093129781757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rawl.ca/2008/08/weekend-getaway.html' title='Weekend Getaway...'/><author><name>rawlio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03046527504988969148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6404772.post-1961003154041308490</id><published>2008-08-14T22:28:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T22:37:10.308-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Jet Lag? What's that?</title><content type='html'>Ok, maybe not jet Lag, but Linda and I were up at around 4:00am because we couldn't sleep.  We decided to get our laundry done and organize clothes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As well, we got most of our photos printed, and Linda has them already in a photo Album.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's been pretty relaxed. I hung out with dad, and told him stories, and then I came home and made dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to visit Steve and Jen, which was nice.  They had pie and tea for us, which was a nice change to the bevy of drinks we would have usually...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, my life is officially back to boring.   I don't even have anything to add or say. Oh, maybe  a comment about the NFL coming to Canada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure how I feel. I like watching NFL games, but should Toronto try to get their own NFL team? I know that such a move would totally kill CFL, which I like as a Canadian icon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't really watch CFL. Maybe I should try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and Russian invading Georgia?  What's up with that?  Did Russian actually claim to want to make their borders bigger?  This scares me.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404772/1961003154041308490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6404772&amp;postID=1961003154041308490' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404772/posts/default/1961003154041308490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404772/posts/default/1961003154041308490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rawl.ca/2008/08/jet-lag-whats-that.html' title='Jet Lag? What&apos;s that?'/><author><name>rawlio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03046527504988969148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6404772.post-4814027714970211037</id><published>2008-08-13T21:38:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T21:46:13.445-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='denmark'/><title type='text'>Home Sweet Home...</title><content type='html'>It's nice to travel, but it's also nice to be home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The flight was pretty good. We landed &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt;, and got our stuff quickly.  Dad was at the airport waiting, and he brought us back to Pickering, where we jumped into the Vibe and came home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before coming home, we went to the grocery store to get food.  As we got home, we noticed Pat was over feeding the fish and Steve and Jen had dropped off some food for us. Man, that's really nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;House is intact, and we're gonna enjoy our bed, and a sun that sets at a comfortable time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, Iceland, Denmark, Estonia, Finland and Sweden were nice, but home is always the best place to be.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404772/4814027714970211037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6404772&amp;postID=4814027714970211037' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404772/posts/default/4814027714970211037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404772/posts/default/4814027714970211037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rawl.ca/2008/08/home-sweet-home.html' title='Home Sweet Home...'/><author><name>rawlio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03046527504988969148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6404772.post-2502042184911208371</id><published>2008-08-13T03:30:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T03:36:09.469-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Estonia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='denmark'/><title type='text'>Last day in Denmark (offically)</title><content type='html'>Our bags are packed, and we're ready to go.    I won't do that to you again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, we're just chilling, and watching the Olympics.  It seems that every time I want to watch the Olympics, it's been the water events. I think I've seen every stroke, every dive and every country who has a diving or swimming event, less Water Polo.  The events I want to see are not being shown here on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;EuroSport&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well. I might be an expert the 3 1/2 backwards tuck with a 1/2 twist.  And I'm convinced one of the judges hates anyone who's not Asian.  I would see a dive that looked technically perfect.  The judges give either 9 or 9.5.  There's one Judge, usually EX-4 who gives 4.5 or lower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, too much diving.  It's time to leave Scandinavia. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Long Denmark and Estonia....and thanks for all the fish.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404772/2502042184911208371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6404772&amp;postID=2502042184911208371' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404772/posts/default/2502042184911208371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404772/posts/default/2502042184911208371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rawl.ca/2008/08/last-day-in-denmark-offically.html' title='Last day in Denmark (offically)'/><author><name>rawlio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03046527504988969148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6404772.post-2216427369460364801</id><published>2008-08-12T15:46:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T15:49:43.730-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='denmark'/><title type='text'>Last day in Denmark (well, the 2nd last)</title><content type='html'>Our last full day in Denmark was spent it the Frederiksborg Castle. Wow, was that a castle.  it was huge, and really well decorated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without boring you with details about the castle, I had fun.  When we got back, we made dinner and spent the evening making copies of DVD's that we made on our Estonia trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After clearing Gigs of space, it seems to be going well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll miss this little country, like I do Estonia.  Finland, Sweden?  Not so much.  But we'll see how things go.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404772/2216427369460364801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6404772&amp;postID=2216427369460364801' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404772/posts/default/2216427369460364801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404772/posts/default/2216427369460364801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rawl.ca/2008/08/last-day-in-denmark-well-2nd-last.html' title='Last day in Denmark (well, the 2nd last)'/><author><name>rawlio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03046527504988969148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6404772.post-2991173211044921836</id><published>2008-08-12T03:54:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T04:06:51.600-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='denmark'/><title type='text'>Christiania - The Free Town.</title><content type='html'>We finally got to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Christiania&lt;/span&gt;.  I've mentioned this place before, but on Monday, we got the chance to explore this 'free town.' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those who are not familiar (as should you be), &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Christiania&lt;/span&gt; is a bunch of people who decided to break from the Danish norm and build their own &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;society&lt;/span&gt; in Copenhagen. Since Copenhagen has many unused Army Barracks, a group of people (mostly hippies and homeless people) decided to break in and start living.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a few years, Copenhagen tried to throw them out, but since it was a really large land and more people than they thought, they let them live.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Christiania&lt;/span&gt; asked to be considered a 'Social Experiment' and were allowed to do &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;their&lt;/span&gt; thing, living in a communal way with nature.  They would build houses that were made from Recyclable materials, and have every decision based upon &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;everyone's&lt;/span&gt; input.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please read more at their &lt;a href="http://www.christiania.org/"&gt;own Website&lt;/a&gt;, or look them up on &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Freetown_Christiania"&gt;Wiki&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wandering &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;their&lt;/span&gt; place, it was kinda sad, as it reminded me of walking through Port of Spain in Trinidad.  The places were all made by their own devices, along with the general &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;sense&lt;/span&gt; of it's someone &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;else's&lt;/span&gt; job to clean up.   I can see that the 'free' society model seems like a good idea, but having some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;sense&lt;/span&gt; of cleanliness and neatness is a good thing too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Granted, this was my first impression.  The people were quite friendly and for the most part, they were very tolerant of tourists curious of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;their&lt;/span&gt; lifestyle.  I read that they don't like the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;street&lt;/span&gt; lights, as they want to see the Copenhagen sky unobstructed by light pollution.  True, at some points I did feel a bit unsafe, but never coming across any violence or bad things on my readings, I figure it was pretty safe.  As Linda would say, if something bad happened, tourists &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;especially&lt;/span&gt; would be warned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a tour by a local, which was good.  He took us through the area, and explained some of the highlights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a nice thing to see.  From the Fancy Copenhagen, to the international Helsinki, to the ultra-sleek Malmo (home of IKEA), to the up and coming Tallinn, we saw the other side.  That was weird, especially in Scandinavia. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since today is our last day, we're off to see a typical Danish castle.  I wonder if we can actually get some danishes?  Maybe danish cookies?</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404772/2991173211044921836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6404772&amp;postID=2991173211044921836' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404772/posts/default/2991173211044921836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404772/posts/default/2991173211044921836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rawl.ca/2008/08/christiania-free-town.html' title='Christiania - The Free Town.'/><author><name>rawlio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03046527504988969148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6404772.post-8886473751581344224</id><published>2008-08-11T02:47:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T02:55:44.111-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='denmark'/><title type='text'>Glyptotek and Beth's Birthday</title><content type='html'>Sunday was a day where the boys went one way, and the girls went the other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being the 3rd birthday of Beth, Heather and Linda took the girls to the crazy Danish swimming pool while &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Jasse&lt;/span&gt; and I went to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Ny&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Carlsberg&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Glyptotek&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Glyptotek&lt;/span&gt; is a really neat museum with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Rodins&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Piccassos&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Monets&lt;/span&gt; and some other crazy paintings and sculptures.  The Museum was made by Carl Jacobson's Son who had a personal collection of statutes that wanted to share with the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The museum &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;itself&lt;/span&gt; is beautiful, along with it's collections.  And the best part is that it is free on Sundays!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Jasse&lt;/span&gt; and wandered through rooms of statues and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Greek&lt;/span&gt; statutes and then to the French impressionists, to the modern stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a few hours, we met the girls at the pool and made our way back home to celebrate Beth's 3rd birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a home made cake by Heather, we kinda all chilled watching the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Olympics&lt;/span&gt;, making bets on who would win.  These bets were based upon names, countries, outfits, etc., so it wasn't exactly serious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Jasse's&lt;/span&gt; back to work, and Heather has some appointments with the kids, which means that Linda and I wander Copenhagen again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Destination:  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Christiania&lt;/span&gt; and the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Carlsberg&lt;/span&gt; Brewery Tour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Christiania&lt;/span&gt;?  What's that?  Apparently it's the free state of a section of Copenhagen.  The locals call it the '&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;hippy&lt;/span&gt; hangout' in which it's all communal living and sharing.   &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; curious.  From &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Narva's&lt;/span&gt; strong Communist overtones to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Christiania&lt;/span&gt;, a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;hippy&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;trippy&lt;/span&gt; free love society.  Let's see...</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404772/8886473751581344224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6404772&amp;postID=8886473751581344224' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404772/posts/default/8886473751581344224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404772/posts/default/8886473751581344224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rawl.ca/2008/08/glyptotek-and-beths-birthday.html' title='Glyptotek and Beth&apos;s Birthday'/><author><name>rawlio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03046527504988969148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6404772.post-4636185816307643802</id><published>2008-08-09T12:55:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T13:01:19.606-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Estonia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fish'/><title type='text'>For Steve Little</title><content type='html'>So, being back in Denmark, and being Jasse's super fast computer (well, just as fast as Ave's....), I have the chance to upload and edit some video.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is one of my favorites. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Fish is dried Smelt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-dc319c57fe37f45b" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.blogger.com/img/videoplayer.swf?videoUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fvp.video.google.com%2Fvideodownload%3Fversion%3D0%26secureurl%3DqgAAABjzXX0P2a8vxnDt-OvRPGDmKJ7NaG8r_oUQFyZ6KwpaWA4qvz1hcr6njokljGNwD8EHE4HBHmc4YCJhAw0FN_UEEO4dgVrMh9rnC4_5O2ILigxdQsRrXdZT1KbmmhLNX2Sxa7hTywwKIMJqG9rGWmN7S2CT29pwOLsapZrmoddS0Kv-yDzn3LGFHJF5w4LwZibTN7pxFbs10v0ktjFs-iAi_O0pWpAXs8Se5s3DqGw-%26sigh%3DNv_qCqVugaxGp7VSkpxyNdGfuhk%26begin%3D0%26len%3D86400000%26docid%3D0&amp;amp;nogvlm=1&amp;amp;thumbnailUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fvideo.google.com%2FThumbnailServer2%3Fapp%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Ddc319c57fe37f45b%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw320%26sigh%3Dh-G_PiqZq24pnK9ZvbuyFPr32HE&amp;amp;messagesUrl=video.google.com%2FFlashUiStrings.xlb%3Fframe%3Dflashstrings%26hl%3Den"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266" src="http://www.blogger.com/img/videoplayer.swf?videoUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fvp.video.google.com%2Fvideodownload%3Fversion%3D0%26secureurl%3DqgAAABjzXX0P2a8vxnDt-OvRPGDmKJ7NaG8r_oUQFyZ6KwpaWA4qvz1hcr6njokljGNwD8EHE4HBHmc4YCJhAw0FN_UEEO4dgVrMh9rnC4_5O2ILigxdQsRrXdZT1KbmmhLNX2Sxa7hTywwKIMJqG9rGWmN7S2CT29pwOLsapZrmoddS0Kv-yDzn3LGFHJF5w4LwZibTN7pxFbs10v0ktjFs-iAi_O0pWpAXs8Se5s3DqGw-%26sigh%3DNv_qCqVugaxGp7VSkpxyNdGfuhk%26begin%3D0%26len%3D86400000%26docid%3D0&amp;amp;nogvlm=1&amp;amp;thumbnailUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fvideo.google.com%2FThumbnailServer2%3Fapp%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Ddc319c57fe37f45b%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw320%26sigh%3Dh-G_PiqZq24pnK9ZvbuyFPr32HE&amp;amp;messagesUrl=video.google.com%2FFlashUiStrings.xlb%3Fframe%3Dflashstrings%26hl%3Den" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=dc319c57fe37f45b&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404772/4636185816307643802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6404772&amp;postID=4636185816307643802' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404772/posts/default/4636185816307643802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404772/posts/default/4636185816307643802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rawl.ca/2008/08/for-steve-little.html' title='For Steve Little'/><author><name>rawlio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03046527504988969148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6404772.post-1870995067772135969</id><published>2008-08-09T12:23:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T12:54:12.761-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='denmark'/><title type='text'>Chilling in Horsholm...</title><content type='html'>No posts for a day or so. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We actually did nothing, except walk about 10km on Friday.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Jasse&lt;/span&gt; had to work, so Linda and I walked to see where he worked.  Heather, Angeli and Beth showed us the walking paths in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Horsholm&lt;/span&gt; and we went for lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, in the afternoon, we watched the opening ceremonies of the Olympics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;truly&lt;/span&gt; a nothing day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which brings us to Saturday, where Linda and I left early to go to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Malmo&lt;/span&gt;.  Sweden is pretty neat, or at least the city we explored.  On a normal day, we could have taken one train and get to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Malmo&lt;/span&gt;, but since it's Saturday and Denmark likes to take holidays, we had to take 2 trains both ways. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We explored the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Malmo&lt;/span&gt; Museum which was really cool. They had a really interesting zoo and some stuffed animals of things we've never seen before.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sad part of the trip was that we spend 5 hours in Transit and 4 hours in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Malmo&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our little footsies are getting tired.    I'm glad Linda let me get a new pair of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Birks&lt;/span&gt;!</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404772/1870995067772135969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6404772&amp;postID=1870995067772135969' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404772/posts/default/1870995067772135969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404772/posts/default/1870995067772135969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rawl.ca/2008/08/chilling-in-horsholm.html' title='Chilling in Horsholm...'/><author><name>rawlio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03046527504988969148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6404772.post-4226677375060480101</id><published>2008-08-07T15:09:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T15:26:54.156-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Estonia'/><title type='text'>Back with the Danes...</title><content type='html'>We're &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;officially&lt;/span&gt; back in Denmark, and I'm sitting at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Jasse's&lt;/span&gt; computer while Linda and heather get some food.  I figure I have some time to update...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our flight back to Denmark was without hassle. Sure, I left my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Swiss&lt;/span&gt;-army knife &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;accidentally&lt;/span&gt; in Linda's bag, along with a butter knife we used during our trip for sandwiches, but that wasn't an issue.  The Security Guards informed Linda that these items were not allowed on the plane, and they had be confiscated. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we got into &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Copenhagen&lt;/span&gt;, we took a train to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Horsholm&lt;/span&gt; and a bus back to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Jasse's&lt;/span&gt;.  It was a nice way to end the trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which leads me to this part...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Our 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Last day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This post will be for a small portion of my readers, in terms of the places we went.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;truly&lt;/span&gt; a day for Linda as we went back to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Lahamaa&lt;/span&gt; to see where her Great Grand-father and Grandfather grew up, and possibly where her father lived before running to Canada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The family took us to the house where he lived, the store where he worked and ran, and lived apparently.  As well, we saw the metal work he made.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a cemetery in... (I will make a mistake if I type the town, but I'll try) &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Vohma&lt;/span&gt; that all the crosses were made by Linda's Great Grandfather. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was really neat to see.  Then, we toured around the town and then back to the family house for drinks and dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Unfortunately&lt;/span&gt;, we couldn't stay much longer in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Lahomaa&lt;/span&gt; as Ave had a dinner reservation at '&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;olde&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Hansa&lt;/span&gt;' in Tallinn.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Olde&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Hansa&lt;/span&gt; is a traditional Medieval &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;restaurant&lt;/span&gt;, which was really neat.  They don't have colas or any 'modern' drinks, so it was all mead and food you would get in the medieval times.  We ate &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Medieval&lt;/span&gt; bread, rabbit, Bear, Boar and lots of Lentils.  The servers are all in the special Medieval attire and are trained to be 'medieval' which was really cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, it was an 'all-you-can-eat' kinda place, and after a few hours, we couldn't move. We then decided to walk around the old city for the last time before we left.  It was nice, as the sun was setting (this was about 11:00pm) and it looked really nice on the sky-line Tallinn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, all of our pictures are either on the camera or our &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;USB&lt;/span&gt;-Key. I'll start posting them soon along with some video.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'll add it to my Flicker Account, and make the pics open for everyone. But don't worry, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;I'll&lt;/span&gt; put some good pics on this site, as some are well worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Impressions?  Estonia is a good country.  It has it's downfalls but so does every other country.  Are people nicer than Canadians?  It's debatable.  Us &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;Canucks&lt;/span&gt; are used to a level of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;politeness&lt;/span&gt; not found in other places. however, Estonians make up for that in ways that Canadians seem to not have. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even the Danes don't have that '&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;Je&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;ne&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;sais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;quoi&lt;/span&gt;' that the Estonians have.  Maybe &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; biased because of my wife, but i really liked Estonia. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;i'll&lt;/span&gt; comment more later. I hear Linda and Heather are back, and I want something to eat.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404772/4226677375060480101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6404772&amp;postID=4226677375060480101' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404772/posts/default/4226677375060480101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404772/posts/default/4226677375060480101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rawl.ca/2008/08/back-with-danes.html' title='Back with the Danes...'/><author><name>rawlio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03046527504988969148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6404772.post-6187920591171150195</id><published>2008-08-07T07:18:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T07:21:12.068-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Estonia'/><title type='text'>Leaving Estonia...</title><content type='html'>So, our bags are packed, and we're ready to go. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't get all weird on you guys, but I'll miss this little country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll blog later about our day yesterday.  Let's just say that we saw a lot of really neat things in terms of Linda's grandparents and where they grew up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ave is taking us to the airport.  I'll blog from Denmark if I don't get a chance before.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404772/6187920591171150195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6404772&amp;postID=6187920591171150195' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404772/posts/default/6187920591171150195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404772/posts/default/6187920591171150195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rawl.ca/2008/08/leaving-estonia.html' title='Leaving Estonia...'/><author><name>rawlio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03046527504988969148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6404772.post-6873139074798964347</id><published>2008-08-06T00:50:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T01:23:17.416-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Estonia'/><title type='text'>Linda's Family day...Actually Aug. 5th.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It was late getting home, so this is posted in the Morning of the 6th.   Trust me.  Don't do the Time change.  It's not pretty if you do it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, being in Estonia has been a whirlwind of Linda and her family trips.  Granted, the possibility of the Chans being in Estonia and leaving their mark is quite low, so I haven't been holding my breath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the Blogsphere, it is Wednesday, but for me, I'm going to talk about Tuesday.  It started with us getting up and having breakfast with Lilly and Veijo.  They made us a traditional Estonian breakfast which was quite good.  Boy, did we need it for our day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At about 10:00, Ave came to pick us up again (poor Ave, stuck with us again!) with her mother.  It was raining and apparently that is the typical Estonian summer.  Us, being here for the past 2 weeks, have been spoiled with the really nice weather.  We got in the car and headed off to Lahemaa National Park to see some of Ave's Mother's Land.  This is important because Ave's Grandmother and Linda's Grandmother were sisters, so it is all part of the family.  They took us to see where Linda's grandmother grew up, which was really neat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Traveling along the Northern Coast of Estonia was really nice.  We stopped in a Marine Museum owned by Ave's Mom's (Eve) friend.  He seemed quite knowledgeable,  but didn't really explain anything to us.  He seemed a bit distracted, but with the awful weather, I don't blame him.  From there, we had lunch in an old Fishing house, which was really neat.  Very dark, all wood and giant communal tables.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, we drove to see Ave's dad, who had a place in the countryside.  That is where Linda, Eve and Ave sat down to fill in the holes in their family tree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finishing what they could, we headed back to Tallinn to meet another side of Linda's family.  This was Linda's Mom's Mom's side again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know Linda was really nervous meeting these people, as she wasn't sure who would be there, but apparently the entire family was there.  We walked in, and there were about 16 people or so, all related to Linda.  They even drew a family tree to show how each of them are related.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meeting all of them, and spending time talking about Estonia, our travels, Canada and other worldly politics, we were invited to see the house where Linda's Grandmother and Grandfather lived before running to Canada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got there, and had a tour.  Unfortunately, it was only of the ground floor because the upstairs had been sold to 2 other people.  Back in the Soviet day, the house was sub-divided into smaller apartments and then sold off.  What I understand is that when Linda's Grandparents left Estonia, they just ran.  The house was left alone, and someone else took it over.  Somehow, the family was able to get it back, which is nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I forgot a lot here, which I'll get Linda to correct my errors.  But a neat story we found out was that Linda's grandmother, before running to Germany (I think) buried some books and a tea-set.  Years later, she mailed her family and friends to go dig around an Apple tree that she had planted and they found it.  The books were a collection of classic authors in Estonian.  The Soviets had seized all books not supporting Communism and so I guess her grandmother didn't want these to be destroyed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, I've commented about this a few times on my trip here in Estonia, but i can't imagine how difficult it must have been under the Soviet rule.  True, there are some circles who think the Communist way was good because it treated everyone the same, but was that really true in practice?  Is it beneficial to control what your people read to support your cause?  Has that 'iron-fist' worked successfully, ever?  Even my base knowledge of history tells me that with such oppression and control, there is always an uprising.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe our system of democracy is the same, just in a different coat?  I don't know. It's too early right now, and I'm just babbling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's nice to have something else to talk about or even consider.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404772/6873139074798964347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6404772&amp;postID=6873139074798964347' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404772/posts/default/6873139074798964347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404772/posts/default/6873139074798964347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rawl.ca/2008/08/lindas-family-dayactually-aug-3rd.html' title='Linda&apos;s Family day...Actually Aug. 5th.'/><author><name>rawlio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03046527504988969148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6404772.post-2943837428582871325</id><published>2008-08-06T00:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T01:20:03.443-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Estonia'/><title type='text'>Corrections...</title><content type='html'>I have just made some corrections in my past posts. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just to let you know. Thanks for keeping me on my toes.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404772/2943837428582871325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6404772&amp;postID=2943837428582871325' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404772/posts/default/2943837428582871325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404772/posts/default/2943837428582871325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rawl.ca/2008/08/corrections.html' title='Corrections...'/><author><name>rawlio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03046527504988969148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6404772.post-2829388319990247204</id><published>2008-08-04T11:40:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T12:13:46.020-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Estonia'/><title type='text'>The Islands of Estonia</title><content type='html'>Ok, being in a country that has WiFi everywhere, we actually found a place where we didn't have WiFi.  On the Island of Muhu, we stayed at Ave's mom's friend's place.  Yeah, It's a pretty weak link but it was a really nice place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's funny, as we've been to the museums and seen how the old-fashion Estonians live, and this woman's place was exactly that.  It was an old farm her and her husband took over, and are either restoring, or just making nicer for her to live.  It had a gorgeous garden, amazing rooms, and the old fashion Sauna. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, old fashion was that there was no running water in the main house, but just outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was similar to Hasso's Mom's place, in terms of construction.  I don't know how to describe this to anyone who's not seen this.  Let's picture this:  In Estonia, their winters are longer than ours.  The main source of heat for a long time (and most country houses today) is fire, so the fireplace needs to be in the middle.  In Canada, our Pioneers made only one room buildings with a big fireplace on one end to heat the structure.  In Europe (or at least Estonia), they had the fireplace in the kitchen, with a chimney that went around into other rooms where there were smaller fireplaces.  So, imagine one main chimney coming out, with a  series of brick tunnels linking them all.  I need to get some pictures of this to show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Ave took us to Saarama (which is the biggest island on the Western Coast of Estonia) to see the huge Danish Castle in Kuressaare.  It was a really cool castle with all kinds of caverns and stairways that you are allowed to wander.  Sure, they keep tourists to a certain path, but once in a while, there was a staircase that lead up to some weird place.  The neatest thing was seeing the Lion keep, with fake Lion sounds when you enter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we wandered a small folk festival and then went back to Muhu.  Spending an hour in the Sauna was just heaven.   Linda and I have discussed trying to make one in our own backyard, in the same vein as the Swedish Sauna, which is very popular in Estonia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That leads us to today.  Waking up, we left Muhu to head back to the mainland.   We drove around the North-western Coast and hit a castle in Haapsalu.  At this point, we got really hungry so we went to a cafe for lunch. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we were walking into the cafe, we noticed some really big guys in suits (bigger than most big Estonians to this small brown guy) with the ear-pieces.  Figuring there was someone famous close by, we went into the restaurant.  Inside, was Toomas-Hendrick Ilves, the President of Estonia, having lunch with his family. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Linda, curious to see if she could get a picture with the president, asked one of his aides, which worked in her favour.  After he finished eating, she was signaled to come out for a picture.  Being busy, it was quite a quick photo-op.  Linda was pleased that he had the time to offer her a moment. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, we just headed back to Tallinn, in which Veijo was waiting, ready to make us dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our Estonian trip is almost over, but I am getting spoiled by our experience.   Before I explain, let me first address something from a few days ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  If I spelled your names wrong, let me know. Argo, I got your comment, then followed by another comment. I'll change the names soon.  I don't get much time on a computer, but I will change it, so it's not incorrect when you go back to read it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, that was it, really.   Here's how we are spoiled... (Jasse knows about this...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got Picked up by an Estonian Diplomat who took us on a personalized tour.  That evening, the person in charge of Advertising for Postimees (the biggest paper in Estonia) made us dinner.  Then we were invited to party where a huge Estonian artist/folk singer played.  When we went to Tartu, the Dean of Education Picked us up and took us around.  Then a Professional Basketball Player took us on a tour of the North-Eastern Coast.   Then, we meet the president and are back in Tallinn.    Where else can you do that?</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404772/2829388319990247204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6404772&amp;postID=2829388319990247204' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404772/posts/default/2829388319990247204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404772/posts/default/2829388319990247204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rawl.ca/2008/08/islands-of-estonia.html' title='The Islands of Estonia'/><author><name>rawlio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03046527504988969148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry></feed>
