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Interesting Finds Online – Vol 10

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Finally made it to the country for a few days, where I was shocked to see the moon, the first night. It’s funny how we take things for granted until it isn’t there anymore. In my case, due to the crazy heavy fog in San Francisco, I haven’t seen the moon since early May.  So you can imagine my amazement when I lay in bed Wednesday night and saw the moon shining across my room. Besides that fact, during the very hot hours in the day in this neck of the woods where it’s not smart to be outdoors, I got online (of course) and found these interesting topics:

What’s Fun To Read On Rawsilkandsaffron

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Sunday was absolutely gorgeous around the bay area, and it was the first time this year, that I was happy to not be writing anything, or doing any sort of research for my next novel. Or this blog, or that one, or the other. I decided instead to get out of the house and hang out near the Golden Gate Bridge. Strange as that may sound, it makes sense to me.  The Bridge is the prettiest site on warm, sunny, clear days in the city. So I had to get out there and see it in person, the beautiful perfect rust-orange colored masterpiece for this corner of the world. So, while I focus these next few days on promoting my novel, I am leaving you with a few topics I’ve touched up on for your entertainment.  Be back shortly:

portugal: sintra not sinatra smartphone auto correct

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If you try to type in Sintra on your smartphone you may get Sinatra and although some of us appreciate the classic artist, he is not a travel destination. Sintra is, for Portugal. We got up a little later on Sunday, since we knew within 40 minutes we would be in Sintra, and we also learned the last train leaving Sintra was at 12:50a.m. or something like that, which meant we could come and go as we please from Lisbon. But we opted to leave our hotel around ten, leisurely  walking to the Rossio train station, a hop-skip from the center of town where we are staying. I looked up at the monitor mounted at a corner wall near the escalators  taking note the next train leaving at 10:40, with a line a mile long to buy tickets. I wasn’t worried since according to the TV monitor there was a train leaving every 30 minutes. My travel partner however was freaked out, along with the hundred or so people in line desperate to get on …