True story...I read his post as "I'll take Mexico", and found myself wondering about Mexican casinos.
I agree with your assessment of Monaco, though. We were underwhelmed. Of course, we were there in the daytime, so maybe it's more special at night.
. Tijuana no less. I... wouldn't recommend it. Reminded me a lot of the Aruba or Turks and Caicos casinos but even more shady.
I have you down as Djibouti.
Thanks. Here is a pic I took while taking a break from training for the cycling event. We are going to dominate this one. No one else will be able to survive the desert crossing.
That sounds amazing, I did a day and a half trip from Cannes, up through Nice and Monaco, hitting little towns here and there like Eze, the bay villefranche, st. paul de vence, and the like. Unbelievable weather while we were there, I left thinking the French Riviera is one of the more collectively beautiful areas I've ever been.
"Le Golf". Fancy.Here is one of our most famous Djiboutien native sons dominating the golf world.
Yes, we have postage stamps.
Lame story. I was "recruited" during the summer before freshman year. After living there for a week I wasn't feeling it. I knew somebody from high school that had a dorm room to himself, so I moved in and we became really good friends.
I spent my freshman year in the dorms, decided on a whim to go through the formal rush prior to my sophomore year. After a year of relative freedom (as much freedom as you can have in an all-girls dorm with a dragon-lady head resident whose open door overlooked the stairwell...), I found out that sororities had ridiculous rules and customs. One in particular was proud of their "kissing porch"...the only (heavily lighted) place you could touch your boyfriend/date. I also found that the first questions asked were "where did you go to high school" and "what does your father do". Gag me...
You should mayor a “Kissing Porch” mafia. Dragon lady as head mafia. Just sayinI spent my freshman year in the dorms, decided on a whim to go through the formal rush prior to my sophomore year. After a year of relative freedom (as much freedom as you can have in an all-girls dorm with a dragon-lady head resident whose open door overlooked the stairwell...), I found out that sororities had ridiculous rules and customs. One in particular was proud of their "kissing porch"...the only (heavily lighted) place you could touch your boyfriend/date. I also found that the first questions asked were "where did you go to high school" and "what does your father do". Gag me...
And lest you think this was in the fifties or something, it was 1974 - five years AFTER the sexual revolution and the "summer of love".
I finished my time there as a GDI.
Looks like a sun set over the ocean and white sand beach between two sun burnt legs.In: Antigua and Barbuda
Best flag in the world
