30 Kasım 2012 Cuma

U.S. Department of State Mexico Travel Warning!

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Today the U.S. Department of State Bureau of Consular Affairs issued an updated Mexico Travel Warning for all foreign visitors to Mexico.  
While not all areas of the country are affected, citizens of the U.S. are encouraged to defer all non-essential travel to the following Mexico states effective immediately
  • Chihuahua
  • Morelos
  • Durango
  • Zacatecas (except Zacatecas city)
  • Tamaulipas
  • Nuevo Leon (except Monterrey)
  • Coahuila
  • San Luis Potosi (except San Luis Potosi city)

Drug cartel violence of rival Transitional Criminal Organizations (TCOs) include gun battles, kidnapping, carjackings and highway robberies in these high drug traffic border states.  TCO crime is especially prevalent at night.
The U.S. Department of State Mexico Travel Warning goes on to advise U.S. citizens to "use caution" (especially in early morning and at night) when visiting additional states within Mexico as follows: 
  • Baja California - Tijuana, Mexicali
  • Sinoloa - except Mazatlan
  • Sonora - defer travel between Nogales, Sonoyta, and Caborca
  • Aguascalientes - defer travel to areas bordering Zacatecas
  • Colima - except Manzanillo
  • Estado de Mexico - use caution in Ecatepec, La Paz, Chalco, Coacalco, Nezahualcoyotl, Ixtapaluca, and Valle del Chalco Solidaridad
  • Guerrero - except Acapulco, Ixtapa, Zihuatanejo
  • Jalisco - defer travel to Michoacan and Zacatecas
  • Michoacan - except Lazaro Cardenas and Morelia
  • Nayarit - avoid all areas north of Xalisco and Tepic
  • Veracruz - exercise caution throughout the state


The Government of Canada also suggests that all foreign visitors to Mexico should "exercise a high degree of caution" no matter their destination while Foreign Affairs and International Trade Canada has issued an official travel advisory to all northern Mexico states.
To view the complete U.S. Department of State Mexico Travel Warning, visit the U.S. Department of State.

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BIG EASY: 'Disney’s The Lion King' Theater Revieux (with special guest revieuxer…)

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Okay, so Les Bon Temps Mom was not feeling very bon on Friday, the night Disney’s The Lion King, presented by Broadway in New Orleans, opened at the Mahalia Jackson Theater for the Performing Arts here in New Orleans. So, Les Bon Temps Dad took our 6-year-old son, who is making his debieux today, as Les Bon Temps Boy.

It sounded like a good idea at the time. However, getting his feedback was a little like trying to eat Jell-O with chopsticks. But, let’s give it a shot. Take it away, LBT Boy…

When we got there, we were kind of early. We had to wait about eight hours for the show to start, but I got a Capri Sun and a goody bag with pretzels and fruit snacks. That was good.

So, you somehow entered a timewarp, but managed to score awesome refreshments. Got it. Do go on.

Then we got to our seats, and they started playing music, and giraffes and birds and a “hunormous” elephant came marching in from behind us. They were puppets. Some looked real, and some didn’t. I could see the strings sometimes. They really need to work on getting invisible strings.

Duly noted.

When asked to elaborate on the puppets, his description became more show than tell, with a whole lot of pantomime and sound effects, so LBT Dad had to step in with a more coherent explanation. Much of the puppetry involves mechanical headpieces and large, elaborate costumes that require tools, and often more than one person, to move all the parts. A little research revealed that the techniques they use are Bunraku Puppetry from Japan, and shadow puppetry from Indonesia.

Okay, back to LBT Boy. Let’s hear about the story…

Simba’s dad (Mufasa, the king) is trying to teach him how to be a lion, but everyone laughed when he tried to roar. His uncle (Scar) was a bad lion who kills his father. Simba was trying to climb up to get away from a herd of wildebeests. His father came to help, but the uncle stabbed him with his claws and made him get run over. I didn’t like that part.

Simba’s uncle tells him it’s his fault his dad died, so Simba runs away. His new friends are a hog (Pumba, the warthog) and a little tiny guy with a hairy head and a hairy bottom (that’d be Timon, the meerkat), and he grows up. And his friends teach him to say “potato potata” (he either meant ”hakuna matata,” or the production has gone Gershwin, which I would enjoy). He went back and met his girlfriend and they kissed! Oooooh, we can’t have girlfriends at school! Then Simba got to be king.


Excellent. So, the storyline is easy to follow. And PDA is discouraged in kindergarten. Good to know.

I didn’t need to ask about his favorite part, as he interjected it into his synopsis (which I edited out, you're welcome) about every minute-and-a-half. Apparently, there is a monkey who occasionally pops in to shake its bottom or swing across the stage. LBT Dad informed me that this took up about 30 seconds of the entire show, but, if the level of hysterical laughter is any indication, it will be the highlight of LBT Boy's oral review to his schoolmates. And a letter home will likely follow.

How ‘bout some final words from LBT Boy...

What did you like least about the show?

When Simba’s dad died.

What did you like best? Besides the monkey.

I liked the music and the lights and the costumes.

Would you go see it again?

No. It was too long.

But , would you recommend it to your friends?

Yes!

Why?

Because they’d really like to see the monkey shaking his bottom!

Sigh. Jell-O and chopsticks, folks.

The Lion King is at the Mahalia Jackson Theater through April 15. Despite LBT Dad’s hilarious impression of LBT Boy’s frequent fidgeting and brief nap, they both gave the show high marks, overall. At almost 2 ½ hours (with a 15 minute intermission), perhaps the show runs a little long (especially the 8pm shows) for some kids. Maybe try an earlier show and/or stick with kids over 8. Go here for ticket information.

BIG SCREEN: Meet the Inspiring Talent Behind Louisiana's "Beasts of the Southern Wild"

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I honestly believe that non-natives to South Louisiana provide some of the best perspectives on the unusual, unwieldy, slightly unsettling vibe of this region. And it helps when those non-natives are sort of kooky, creative types with keen powers of observation, and a genuine affection for this place.

The makers of Beasts of the Southern Wild, an independent film that’s been winning film festival awards and getting lots of great industry buzz, took on the rather daunting task of trying to convey the strange and remarkable undercurrent of energy that truly separates this region from the rest of the country, with pretty impressive results. Just as the movie's co-writer, Lucy Alibar suggests, “It’s cinematic, completely visual, and sensory. It does everything that only a movie can do.”

Shot in Terrebonne Parish using local, first-time actors, it’s the story of a young girl named Hushpuppy who lives in a remote, fictional swamp community at the very tip of Louisiana, called The Bathtub. Her mother has long since abandoned her, and her alcoholic, ailing father (Dwight Henry, owner of the Buttermilk Drop Bakery and Café in Mid-City, New Orleans) uses a tough-love approach in preparing his daughter for his death and an impending storm, which is threatening to decimate their home.

At first glance, theirs is a filthy, harsh, bizarre existence, but as the story progresses, with the help of Hushpuppy’s insightful and colorful narration, and a rather unconventional filmmaking style, we begin to appreciate the amazing outlook that the lifestyle and culture has afforded this little girl. It combines mythological elements (prehistoric cave paintings that come to life) with ecological considerations (the destruction of Louisiana’s wetlands, thanks to disruptive levees) and existential ponderings (Hushpuppy often contemplates the unraveling of the fabric of the universe). The outcome is a very primal, yet sort of high-concept representation of the region. Does that sound obtuse and pretentious? Sorry, it’s a multi-layered film that’s a bit hard to describe!

Luckily, I got the chance to speak with the filmmaker, his co-writer, and the star of the movie just before the New Orleans premiere. Each add some much-needed humanity to my clumsy attempt at a synopsis.

After a little prodding, Quvenzhané Wallis, the spunky eight-year-old from Houma, Louisiana, who plays Hushpuppy, sheepishly admits that like any normal kid, she’d rather be spending time with her Yorkshire Terrier and family at home. But she politely responds to a question about the grueling post-production marketing campaign (which has included press junkets and trips down the red carpet in Cannes, L.A., and now New Orleans) by happily chirping, “I want to be positive, it’s all been great and beautiful!”

When I first met Quvenzhané, known as “Nazie” to friends and family, she had casually plopped herself in the director’s lap, and remained there while we chatted. This may sound a little sketchy on paper, but it was actually quite sweet, as Behn Zeitlin is a youthful, moppy-haired 29-year-old who seems more like her big brother than the boss who made her traipse around the swamps for seven weeks.

On the subject of filming the movie, she says, while grinning and hugging Behn’s neck, “It was not boring with this director! And I liked all the animals, except the pig. He was big and fat,” she admits, seemingly struggling to stop herself from holding her nose, as though indicating a possible pork-based hygiene issue would be rude. “And I’m used to the swamp, but I’m not used to the mosquitoes – all the mosquitoes! We don’t have mosquitoes like that in Houma!”

Mosquitos weren’t the only challenges they faced during filming. Guess what oil well in the Gulf of Mexico exploded during day-one of production! Considering the storyline of the movie, I wondered what effect the timing of the BP oil spill disaster would have on the production.

“It definitely felt like life imitating art. It was eery,” Behn explains. “We didn’t want to make a political movie or anything that was about the science of (Hurricane Katrina) or a call to action, but more of an emotional experience of living through an environmental catastrophe.”

And there it was. Right on cue.

Benh has been friends with his co-writer, the aforementioned Lucy Alibar, since they were 13 years old, so their decision to collaborate was an easy one. For this project, they decided to combine elements of Lucy’s imaginative, Southern gothic play, Juicy and Delicious, which is based on her own struggle to come to terms with her father’s declining health, with Behn’s short film, Glory at Sea, which is about a mysterious man who gets people to build a boat using Hurricane Katrina wreckage to rescue loved ones lost at sea. To gain a little insight during the writing process, they moved into a Terrebonne Parish fishing village to observe the language and the general vibe of the locals.

Lucy is a sunny, thoughtful young woman who uses her whole body to speak. When describing her experience in Louisiana, she gets a distant look in her eyes and seems to channel the tides, making wide, fluid motions with her arms. “I had never been to Louisiana before, but it felt like home,“ she admits. Then, she sums up the locals’ style of communication thusly, “They give you the whole world when you ask a simple question.”

Behn conveys a similarly esoteric, feel-don’t-think approach when describing the production. “We cast as we wrote, and we kind of let actors rewrite their roles. We tried to let places and people that are in the film breathe and speak for themselves, and not bring in preconceived notions. We were just trying to… stay back and not force any ideas.”

In speaking with both Benh and Lucy, you can’t help but recognize the heartfelt fondness they feel for this region. Benh has made New Orleans’ Bywater neighborhood his permanent home, while Lucy admits that she’s never felt like a true New Yorker, and she wants to move to New Orleans, as well. I wondered how two writers from New York could connect so quickly and deeply with South Louisiana, then I discovered, they both have roots in the South. Behn’s mom is from South Carolina, while Lucy is originally from South Georgia.

Ah, therein lies the basis for the connection. South Louisiana is like the foreign-born cousin to the Deep South. It’s definitely its own country, but with some decidedly familial Southern threads.

As unique and somewhat odd as it is, Beasts of the Southern Wild probably won’t be everyone’s cup of tea, but those who get it, will really appreciate the affection with which this film was made. It taps into and conveys the indescribably energy that locals are born with, and so many of us transplants are so excited to discover.

Beasts of the Southern Wild opens at The Theatres at Canal Place and Prytania Theater on July 4.

It's In My Blood

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According to wikipedia, on Nov. 22, 1718, Robert Maynard killed the infamous English pirate, Blackbeard. He then tied his head to the bowsprit of his ship for the trip back to Virginia. Upon returning to his home port of Hampton, the head was placed on a stake near the mouth of the Hampton River as a warning to other pirates.
Um, okay, you may be thinking.
“Well,” I say to you head scratchers. “The reason I am bringing up Robert Maynard, is he was my great, great, great, (maybe throw in a few more great’s) uncle, and like him, I do not like pirates.”
Ahh, you might say with the little light bulb going off over your head. 
Yes, this post is about piracy and I want to say a few words about it, starting with... STOP IT!
Seriously people, this is just WRONG. Let me say that I have no reason to believe that any of you are involved in this, (You're way to awesome) but I'm asking each of you to help me get the word out about this huge problem.


It was pointed out to me a few days ago that at least one of my books is being downloaded for free. Did you catch that? FOR FREE!!!!!!!! This is the same book that I worked on for almost 9 months. I then spent several more months trying to get it published. When I found a home for my MS, my publisher then had to produce it, which by the way, takes lots and lots of time and money  Pirated books take money from all of our pockets and if this doesn't stop we won't be able to continue producing books.

Believe me when I say I understand being broke. Broke and I are very close acquaintances. Because of this fact, I have purchased few books in my lifetime.( I know, *gasp*) This was not because I didn’t want them, but because I couldn’t afford them. Like anything else I can’t afford, I have to either do without, or find a LEGAL way to obtain what I want. And there are legal ways to obtain free books.

1.GIVEAWAYS Many authors, myself included, host tons of giveaways. Enter them.

2. REVIEW Many authors/publishers will send you a free copy for an honest review. Ask.

3. PUBLIC LIBRARY This is the easiest solution of all. You can read practically anything for free—legally. Due to my financially challenged bank account, I visit my local library A Lot.

Of course, as an author I wish everyone in the world would buy at least one copy of all of my books, but if you can’t afford it, check with your local library to see if they have a copy. Both of my books are in the library system. This means that even if your local library doesn’t have it, they can get it. Do the authors and publishers a favor and request it. It’s a win win for us all. You get to read the book legally, and we get a sale.

Consider this, If I were to make $1.00 for every book of mine that was sold (which I don't) and IF I sold 100 copies a month (which, I could only hope for) that would leave me making a mere $100.00 a month. Could you pay your bills with that? Yeah, me neither.


Let’s ban together to stop piracy.


Picture also from wikipedia


I know it's November but...

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October went by just a little too quick and I didn't get everything done that I'd hoped too. I had WAY more people submit ghost stories than what I thought  would and for that I want to say thank you, thank you, and  thank you. I didn't get the chance to post them all, but I have one more that I really wanted to share. Even though Halloween has come and gone, in some countries today is part of their Day Of The Dead celebration so I've still got time *wink* As they say, Where there's a will there is a way. Today's story is another one from my daughter written about a time when she was staying at my all time favorite place, The Crescent Hotel. I hope you enjoy it and remember you can find Keshia in the following places.
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                Oneyear while in college, my best friend and I decided to take a “girl trip” fullof shopping and pampering. On Mom’s recommendation, we went to Eureka Springs,Arkansas, and stayed at the Crescent Hotel. Of course, I knew about the hotel’shauntings, but my friend wasn’t a believer, so I decided to just not put muchemphasis on it. There was plenty for us to do without going ghost hunting.                On ourfirst night at the hotel, it stormed. If you’ve never been on top of a mountain(inside, of course) during a lightning storm, you don’t know what you’remissing. It was incredible. But eventually we got tired of taking pictures ofthe storm and went to bed.                I wasin that state between asleep and awake when I felt someone jump into bed withme after an especially loud clap of thunder. It wasn’t until after I’d rolledover to make more room that my brain kicked in and I realized that somethingwasn’t right about that. My best friend, the only other person in the room, wassoftly snoring in her bed, across the room. I slowly reached out toward thedepressed area of my bed and felt a distinct cold spot. Whatever was in my bedonly took up a small area of space, and I didn’t feel threatened, so I rolledover to go back to sleep.                A fewmoments later, another bolt of thunder sounded, and my friend quit snoring. I’dalmost drifted off when she hissed, “Keshia, there’s someone in my bed.” Shesounded, well, panicked. But the little form snuggled next to me was stillthere. I have enough of my mother in me to know it was time to do a little ghosthunting. I rolled out of bed, flipped on the light, and grabbed my camera.                Myfriend was sitting up, staring at an empty spot on her bed. “It’s right there.”She pointed, and when I ran my hand through the area, sure enough, there was acold spot. I quickly turned and snapped one picture of my bed before my camerabatteries died. But not to worry, I had extras. Rechargables, that I’d pluggedin before we went to sleep. Or did I?”                I ranover to where I’d left them, only to find the batteries scattered on the floor,and the charger, neatly folded up, sitting several feet from the outlet.Apparently, whatever was with us didn’t want their picture taken. As you canimagine, I had a lot of explaining to do.                Myfriend and I sat up for hours, talking about ghosts, what it was like to livewith them, and what I thought they were. I even talked to our bed-sharingghosts, but they weren’t willing to move at all. I finally convinced my friendto close her eyes and try to get an impression from the ghost lying at herfeet. She told me the first thing that came to her mind was a small child,afraid of the storm. When I told her that was very similar to what I felt, amixture of being calmed and exhausted let her fall asleep.                When wewoke the next morning, the storm had passed, and the cold spots were gone. Butneither one of us could get the incident off our minds. Finally, the eveningrolled around, and the hotel was putting on a ghost tour. We got there early totalk to the tour guide, wanting to see if anyone else had reported what we hadexperienced. I told him everything, leaving out only that my friend and I hadboth thought of scared children. The owner of the ghost tour listened to ourtale without comment. After we finished, he said he hadn’t heard anything ofthat nature before, but it didn’t surprise him. At one point the hotel had beena hospital, and our rooms were part of the children’s wing.

29 Kasım 2012 Perşembe

Top 5 World's Most Expensive Hotel Rooms

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This might be a handy list to keep if you've got an unchecked lottery ticket.  If not, it's fun to dream!  Thanks to our friends over at Best in Travel Magazine for providing us with their list of the Top 5 World's Most Expensive Hotel Rooms - let's take a look:
£41,500 per night (USD $67,321) 

Hotel President Wilson Royal Penthouse Suite, Geneva, Switzerland

£19,160 per night (USD $31,018)The PlazaRoyal Plaza Suite, New York, NY
£16,000 per night (USD $25,956)The Ritz-Carlton TokyoCarlton Suite, Tokyo, Japan
£15,250 per night (USD $24, 738)Four Seasons Hotel George VPenthouse Suite, Paris, France
£9,000 per night (USD $14,600)Emirates PalacePalace Suite, Abu Dhabi
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Holiday Gift Gide for the Travel Writer in You

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If there's a budding travel writer in your life, here are some holiday gift ideas sure to get their creative juices flowing.  Inspiring, thoughtful and within most budgets, you're sure to find something for everyone - check out Travel Writer's Holiday Gift Guide for the Travel Writer in You!


For less than $14, Lonely Planet's book on Travel Writing is a popular how-to guide for travel writers full of tips and information.

 
Moleskine has long been the choice of serious writers so this gift will be oozing professionalism even before they open the front cover. This large version is perfect for taking notes and gives plenty of room to draw and doodle ;)



The 'Best American' Travel Writing series is sure to inspire a weekend getaway or maybe even your next summer vacation.  A staple in every travel writer's wardrobe ;)




Even better than a hard copy book, load a few travel writer books onto an e-reader like the brand new Kindle Paperwhite (above) or the Kindle Fire HD (below) - you'll be the best gift giver ever!


This is a cool Ticket Stub Diary where your travel writer can display their collection of ticket stubs from an airline, concert, museum & more - and it's just over $10!!



Gift the gift that keeps on giving throughout the year!  A gift magazine subscription to Travel & Leisure is only $24 and your travel writer will love you for it, trust me ;)  Or try National Geographic Traveler or Conde Nast Traveler for only $12.


While this gift may cost a little more, a compact digital camera that will into your travel writer's pocket will be a hug-worthy gift, no doubt.  For under $80, check out the 
Nikon COOLPIX L26 16.1 MP Digital Camera with 5x Zoom NIKKOR Glass Lens and 3-inch LCD (Red) or 


For more holiday gift ideas for your travel writer, read Christmas Shopping for the Travel in Your Life.

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It's In My Blood

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According to wikipedia, on Nov. 22, 1718, Robert Maynard killed the infamous English pirate, Blackbeard. He then tied his head to the bowsprit of his ship for the trip back to Virginia. Upon returning to his home port of Hampton, the head was placed on a stake near the mouth of the Hampton River as a warning to other pirates.
Um, okay, you may be thinking.
“Well,” I say to you head scratchers. “The reason I am bringing up Robert Maynard, is he was my great, great, great, (maybe throw in a few more great’s) uncle, and like him, I do not like pirates.”
Ahh, you might say with the little light bulb going off over your head. 
Yes, this post is about piracy and I want to say a few words about it, starting with... STOP IT!
Seriously people, this is just WRONG. Let me say that I have no reason to believe that any of you are involved in this, (You're way to awesome) but I'm asking each of you to help me get the word out about this huge problem.


It was pointed out to me a few days ago that at least one of my books is being downloaded for free. Did you catch that? FOR FREE!!!!!!!! This is the same book that I worked on for almost 9 months. I then spent several more months trying to get it published. When I found a home for my MS, my publisher then had to produce it, which by the way, takes lots and lots of time and money  Pirated books take money from all of our pockets and if this doesn't stop we won't be able to continue producing books.

Believe me when I say I understand being broke. Broke and I are very close acquaintances. Because of this fact, I have purchased few books in my lifetime.( I know, *gasp*) This was not because I didn’t want them, but because I couldn’t afford them. Like anything else I can’t afford, I have to either do without, or find a LEGAL way to obtain what I want. And there are legal ways to obtain free books.

1.GIVEAWAYS Many authors, myself included, host tons of giveaways. Enter them.

2. REVIEW Many authors/publishers will send you a free copy for an honest review. Ask.

3. PUBLIC LIBRARY This is the easiest solution of all. You can read practically anything for free—legally. Due to my financially challenged bank account, I visit my local library A Lot.

Of course, as an author I wish everyone in the world would buy at least one copy of all of my books, but if you can’t afford it, check with your local library to see if they have a copy. Both of my books are in the library system. This means that even if your local library doesn’t have it, they can get it. Do the authors and publishers a favor and request it. It’s a win win for us all. You get to read the book legally, and we get a sale.

Consider this, If I were to make $1.00 for every book of mine that was sold (which I don't) and IF I sold 100 copies a month (which, I could only hope for) that would leave me making a mere $100.00 a month. Could you pay your bills with that? Yeah, me neither.


Let’s ban together to stop piracy.


Picture also from wikipedia


I know it's November but...

To contact us Click HERE
October went by just a little too quick and I didn't get everything done that I'd hoped too. I had WAY more people submit ghost stories than what I thought  would and for that I want to say thank you, thank you, and  thank you. I didn't get the chance to post them all, but I have one more that I really wanted to share. Even though Halloween has come and gone, in some countries today is part of their Day Of The Dead celebration so I've still got time *wink* As they say, Where there's a will there is a way. Today's story is another one from my daughter written about a time when she was staying at my all time favorite place, The Crescent Hotel. I hope you enjoy it and remember you can find Keshia in the following places.
Blog
Facebook

                Oneyear while in college, my best friend and I decided to take a “girl trip” fullof shopping and pampering. On Mom’s recommendation, we went to Eureka Springs,Arkansas, and stayed at the Crescent Hotel. Of course, I knew about the hotel’shauntings, but my friend wasn’t a believer, so I decided to just not put muchemphasis on it. There was plenty for us to do without going ghost hunting.                On ourfirst night at the hotel, it stormed. If you’ve never been on top of a mountain(inside, of course) during a lightning storm, you don’t know what you’remissing. It was incredible. But eventually we got tired of taking pictures ofthe storm and went to bed.                I wasin that state between asleep and awake when I felt someone jump into bed withme after an especially loud clap of thunder. It wasn’t until after I’d rolledover to make more room that my brain kicked in and I realized that somethingwasn’t right about that. My best friend, the only other person in the room, wassoftly snoring in her bed, across the room. I slowly reached out toward thedepressed area of my bed and felt a distinct cold spot. Whatever was in my bedonly took up a small area of space, and I didn’t feel threatened, so I rolledover to go back to sleep.                A fewmoments later, another bolt of thunder sounded, and my friend quit snoring. I’dalmost drifted off when she hissed, “Keshia, there’s someone in my bed.” Shesounded, well, panicked. But the little form snuggled next to me was stillthere. I have enough of my mother in me to know it was time to do a little ghosthunting. I rolled out of bed, flipped on the light, and grabbed my camera.                Myfriend was sitting up, staring at an empty spot on her bed. “It’s right there.”She pointed, and when I ran my hand through the area, sure enough, there was acold spot. I quickly turned and snapped one picture of my bed before my camerabatteries died. But not to worry, I had extras. Rechargables, that I’d pluggedin before we went to sleep. Or did I?”                I ranover to where I’d left them, only to find the batteries scattered on the floor,and the charger, neatly folded up, sitting several feet from the outlet.Apparently, whatever was with us didn’t want their picture taken. As you canimagine, I had a lot of explaining to do.                Myfriend and I sat up for hours, talking about ghosts, what it was like to livewith them, and what I thought they were. I even talked to our bed-sharingghosts, but they weren’t willing to move at all. I finally convinced my friendto close her eyes and try to get an impression from the ghost lying at herfeet. She told me the first thing that came to her mind was a small child,afraid of the storm. When I told her that was very similar to what I felt, amixture of being calmed and exhausted let her fall asleep.                When wewoke the next morning, the storm had passed, and the cold spots were gone. Butneither one of us could get the incident off our minds. Finally, the eveningrolled around, and the hotel was putting on a ghost tour. We got there early totalk to the tour guide, wanting to see if anyone else had reported what we hadexperienced. I told him everything, leaving out only that my friend and I hadboth thought of scared children. The owner of the ghost tour listened to ourtale without comment. After we finished, he said he hadn’t heard anything ofthat nature before, but it didn’t surprise him. At one point the hotel had beena hospital, and our rooms were part of the children’s wing.

28 Kasım 2012 Çarşamba

BIG EASY: 'Disney’s The Lion King' Theater Revieux (with special guest revieuxer…)

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Okay, so Les Bon Temps Mom was not feeling very bon on Friday, the night Disney’s The Lion King, presented by Broadway in New Orleans, opened at the Mahalia Jackson Theater for the Performing Arts here in New Orleans. So, Les Bon Temps Dad took our 6-year-old son, who is making his debieux today, as Les Bon Temps Boy.

It sounded like a good idea at the time. However, getting his feedback was a little like trying to eat Jell-O with chopsticks. But, let’s give it a shot. Take it away, LBT Boy…

When we got there, we were kind of early. We had to wait about eight hours for the show to start, but I got a Capri Sun and a goody bag with pretzels and fruit snacks. That was good.

So, you somehow entered a timewarp, but managed to score awesome refreshments. Got it. Do go on.

Then we got to our seats, and they started playing music, and giraffes and birds and a “hunormous” elephant came marching in from behind us. They were puppets. Some looked real, and some didn’t. I could see the strings sometimes. They really need to work on getting invisible strings.

Duly noted.

When asked to elaborate on the puppets, his description became more show than tell, with a whole lot of pantomime and sound effects, so LBT Dad had to step in with a more coherent explanation. Much of the puppetry involves mechanical headpieces and large, elaborate costumes that require tools, and often more than one person, to move all the parts. A little research revealed that the techniques they use are Bunraku Puppetry from Japan, and shadow puppetry from Indonesia.

Okay, back to LBT Boy. Let’s hear about the story…

Simba’s dad (Mufasa, the king) is trying to teach him how to be a lion, but everyone laughed when he tried to roar. His uncle (Scar) was a bad lion who kills his father. Simba was trying to climb up to get away from a herd of wildebeests. His father came to help, but the uncle stabbed him with his claws and made him get run over. I didn’t like that part.

Simba’s uncle tells him it’s his fault his dad died, so Simba runs away. His new friends are a hog (Pumba, the warthog) and a little tiny guy with a hairy head and a hairy bottom (that’d be Timon, the meerkat), and he grows up. And his friends teach him to say “potato potata” (he either meant ”hakuna matata,” or the production has gone Gershwin, which I would enjoy). He went back and met his girlfriend and they kissed! Oooooh, we can’t have girlfriends at school! Then Simba got to be king.


Excellent. So, the storyline is easy to follow. And PDA is discouraged in kindergarten. Good to know.

I didn’t need to ask about his favorite part, as he interjected it into his synopsis (which I edited out, you're welcome) about every minute-and-a-half. Apparently, there is a monkey who occasionally pops in to shake its bottom or swing across the stage. LBT Dad informed me that this took up about 30 seconds of the entire show, but, if the level of hysterical laughter is any indication, it will be the highlight of LBT Boy's oral review to his schoolmates. And a letter home will likely follow.

How ‘bout some final words from LBT Boy...

What did you like least about the show?

When Simba’s dad died.

What did you like best? Besides the monkey.

I liked the music and the lights and the costumes.

Would you go see it again?

No. It was too long.

But , would you recommend it to your friends?

Yes!

Why?

Because they’d really like to see the monkey shaking his bottom!

Sigh. Jell-O and chopsticks, folks.

The Lion King is at the Mahalia Jackson Theater through April 15. Despite LBT Dad’s hilarious impression of LBT Boy’s frequent fidgeting and brief nap, they both gave the show high marks, overall. At almost 2 ½ hours (with a 15 minute intermission), perhaps the show runs a little long (especially the 8pm shows) for some kids. Maybe try an earlier show and/or stick with kids over 8. Go here for ticket information.

It's In My Blood

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According to wikipedia, on Nov. 22, 1718, Robert Maynard killed the infamous English pirate, Blackbeard. He then tied his head to the bowsprit of his ship for the trip back to Virginia. Upon returning to his home port of Hampton, the head was placed on a stake near the mouth of the Hampton River as a warning to other pirates.
Um, okay, you may be thinking.
“Well,” I say to you head scratchers. “The reason I am bringing up Robert Maynard, is he was my great, great, great, (maybe throw in a few more great’s) uncle, and like him, I do not like pirates.”
Ahh, you might say with the little light bulb going off over your head. 
Yes, this post is about piracy and I want to say a few words about it, starting with... STOP IT!
Seriously people, this is just WRONG. Let me say that I have no reason to believe that any of you are involved in this, (You're way to awesome) but I'm asking each of you to help me get the word out about this huge problem.


It was pointed out to me a few days ago that at least one of my books is being downloaded for free. Did you catch that? FOR FREE!!!!!!!! This is the same book that I worked on for almost 9 months. I then spent several more months trying to get it published. When I found a home for my MS, my publisher then had to produce it, which by the way, takes lots and lots of time and money  Pirated books take money from all of our pockets and if this doesn't stop we won't be able to continue producing books.

Believe me when I say I understand being broke. Broke and I are very close acquaintances. Because of this fact, I have purchased few books in my lifetime.( I know, *gasp*) This was not because I didn’t want them, but because I couldn’t afford them. Like anything else I can’t afford, I have to either do without, or find a LEGAL way to obtain what I want. And there are legal ways to obtain free books.

1.GIVEAWAYS Many authors, myself included, host tons of giveaways. Enter them.

2. REVIEW Many authors/publishers will send you a free copy for an honest review. Ask.

3. PUBLIC LIBRARY This is the easiest solution of all. You can read practically anything for free—legally. Due to my financially challenged bank account, I visit my local library A Lot.

Of course, as an author I wish everyone in the world would buy at least one copy of all of my books, but if you can’t afford it, check with your local library to see if they have a copy. Both of my books are in the library system. This means that even if your local library doesn’t have it, they can get it. Do the authors and publishers a favor and request it. It’s a win win for us all. You get to read the book legally, and we get a sale.

Consider this, If I were to make $1.00 for every book of mine that was sold (which I don't) and IF I sold 100 copies a month (which, I could only hope for) that would leave me making a mere $100.00 a month. Could you pay your bills with that? Yeah, me neither.


Let’s ban together to stop piracy.


Picture also from wikipedia


I know it's November but...

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October went by just a little too quick and I didn't get everything done that I'd hoped too. I had WAY more people submit ghost stories than what I thought  would and for that I want to say thank you, thank you, and  thank you. I didn't get the chance to post them all, but I have one more that I really wanted to share. Even though Halloween has come and gone, in some countries today is part of their Day Of The Dead celebration so I've still got time *wink* As they say, Where there's a will there is a way. Today's story is another one from my daughter written about a time when she was staying at my all time favorite place, The Crescent Hotel. I hope you enjoy it and remember you can find Keshia in the following places.
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                One year while in college, my best friend and I decided to take a “girl trip” full of shopping and pampering. On Mom’s recommendation, we went to Eureka Springs, Arkansas, and stayed at the Crescent Hotel. Of course, I knew about the hotel’s hauntings, but my friend wasn’t a believer, so I decided to just not put much emphasis on it. There was plenty for us to do without going ghost hunting.                On our first night at the hotel, it stormed. If you’ve never been on top of a mountain (inside, of course) during a lightning storm, you don’t know what you’re missing. It was incredible. But eventually we got tired of taking pictures of the storm and went to bed.                I was in that state between asleep and awake when I felt someone jump into bed with me after an especially loud clap of thunder. It wasn’t until after I’d rolled over to make more room that my brain kicked in and I realized that something wasn’t right about that. My best friend, the only other person in the room, was softly snoring in her bed, across the room. I slowly reached out toward the depressed area of my bed and felt a distinct cold spot. Whatever was in my bed only took up a small area of space, and I didn’t feel threatened, so I rolled over to go back to sleep.                A few moments later, another bolt of thunder sounded, and my friend quit snoring. I’d almost drifted off when she hissed, “Keshia, there’s someone in my bed.” She sounded, well, panicked. But the little form snuggled next to me was still there. I have enough of my mother in me to know it was time to do a little ghost hunting. I rolled out of bed, flipped on the light, and grabbed my camera.                My friend was sitting up, staring at an empty spot on her bed. “It’s right there.” She pointed, and when I ran my hand through the area, sure enough, there was a cold spot. I quickly turned and snapped one picture of my bed before my camera batteries died. But not to worry, I had extras. Rechargables, that I’d plugged in before we went to sleep. Or did I?”                I ran over to where I’d left them, only to find the batteries scattered on the floor, and the charger, neatly folded up, sitting several feet from the outlet. Apparently, whatever was with us didn’t want their picture taken. As you can imagine, I had a lot of explaining to do.                My friend and I sat up for hours, talking about ghosts, what it was like to live with them, and what I thought they were. I even talked to our bed-sharing ghosts, but they weren’t willing to move at all. I finally convinced my friend to close her eyes and try to get an impression from the ghost lying at her feet. She told me the first thing that came to her mind was a small child, afraid of the storm. When I told her that was very similar to what I felt, a mixture of being calmed and exhausted let her fall asleep.                When we woke the next morning, the storm had passed, and the cold spots were gone. But neither one of us could get the incident off our minds. Finally, the evening rolled around, and the hotel was putting on a ghost tour. We got there early to talk to the tour guide, wanting to see if anyone else had reported what we had experienced. I told him everything, leaving out only that my friend and I had both thought of scared children. The owner of the ghost tour listened to our tale without comment. After we finished, he said he hadn’t heard anything of that nature before, but it didn’t surprise him. At one point the hotel had been a hospital, and our rooms were part of the children’s wing.

27 Kasım 2012 Salı

BIG SCREEN: Meet the Inspiring Talent Behind Louisiana's "Beasts of the Southern Wild"

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I honestly believe that non-natives to South Louisiana provide some of the best perspectives on the unusual, unwieldy, slightly unsettling vibe of this region. And it helps when those non-natives are sort of kooky, creative types with keen powers of observation, and a genuine affection for this place.

The makers of Beasts of the Southern Wild, an independent film that’s been winning film festival awards and getting lots of great industry buzz, took on the rather daunting task of trying to convey the strange and remarkable undercurrent of energy that truly separates this region from the rest of the country, with pretty impressive results. Just as the movie's co-writer, Lucy Alibar suggests, “It’s cinematic, completely visual, and sensory. It does everything that only a movie can do.”

Shot in Terrebonne Parish using local, first-time actors, it’s the story of a young girl named Hushpuppy who lives in a remote, fictional swamp community at the very tip of Louisiana, called The Bathtub. Her mother has long since abandoned her, and her alcoholic, ailing father (Dwight Henry, owner of the Buttermilk Drop Bakery and Café in Mid-City, New Orleans) uses a tough-love approach in preparing his daughter for his death and an impending storm, which is threatening to decimate their home.

At first glance, theirs is a filthy, harsh, bizarre existence, but as the story progresses, with the help of Hushpuppy’s insightful and colorful narration, and a rather unconventional filmmaking style, we begin to appreciate the amazing outlook that the lifestyle and culture has afforded this little girl. It combines mythological elements (prehistoric cave paintings that come to life) with ecological considerations (the destruction of Louisiana’s wetlands, thanks to disruptive levees) and existential ponderings (Hushpuppy often contemplates the unraveling of the fabric of the universe). The outcome is a very primal, yet sort of high-concept representation of the region. Does that sound obtuse and pretentious? Sorry, it’s a multi-layered film that’s a bit hard to describe!

Luckily, I got the chance to speak with the filmmaker, his co-writer, and the star of the movie just before the New Orleans premiere. Each add some much-needed humanity to my clumsy attempt at a synopsis.

After a little prodding, Quvenzhané Wallis, the spunky eight-year-old from Houma, Louisiana, who plays Hushpuppy, sheepishly admits that like any normal kid, she’d rather be spending time with her Yorkshire Terrier and family at home. But she politely responds to a question about the grueling post-production marketing campaign (which has included press junkets and trips down the red carpet in Cannes, L.A., and now New Orleans) by happily chirping, “I want to be positive, it’s all been great and beautiful!”

When I first met Quvenzhané, known as “Nazie” to friends and family, she had casually plopped herself in the director’s lap, and remained there while we chatted. This may sound a little sketchy on paper, but it was actually quite sweet, as Behn Zeitlin is a youthful, moppy-haired 29-year-old who seems more like her big brother than the boss who made her traipse around the swamps for seven weeks.

On the subject of filming the movie, she says, while grinning and hugging Behn’s neck, “It was not boring with this director! And I liked all the animals, except the pig. He was big and fat,” she admits, seemingly struggling to stop herself from holding her nose, as though indicating a possible pork-based hygiene issue would be rude. “And I’m used to the swamp, but I’m not used to the mosquitoes – all the mosquitoes! We don’t have mosquitoes like that in Houma!”

Mosquitos weren’t the only challenges they faced during filming. Guess what oil well in the Gulf of Mexico exploded during day-one of production! Considering the storyline of the movie, I wondered what effect the timing of the BP oil spill disaster would have on the production.

“It definitely felt like life imitating art. It was eery,” Behn explains. “We didn’t want to make a political movie or anything that was about the science of (Hurricane Katrina) or a call to action, but more of an emotional experience of living through an environmental catastrophe.”

And there it was. Right on cue.

Benh has been friends with his co-writer, the aforementioned Lucy Alibar, since they were 13 years old, so their decision to collaborate was an easy one. For this project, they decided to combine elements of Lucy’s imaginative, Southern gothic play, Juicy and Delicious, which is based on her own struggle to come to terms with her father’s declining health, with Behn’s short film, Glory at Sea, which is about a mysterious man who gets people to build a boat using Hurricane Katrina wreckage to rescue loved ones lost at sea. To gain a little insight during the writing process, they moved into a Terrebonne Parish fishing village to observe the language and the general vibe of the locals.

Lucy is a sunny, thoughtful young woman who uses her whole body to speak. When describing her experience in Louisiana, she gets a distant look in her eyes and seems to channel the tides, making wide, fluid motions with her arms. “I had never been to Louisiana before, but it felt like home,“ she admits. Then, she sums up the locals’ style of communication thusly, “They give you the whole world when you ask a simple question.”

Behn conveys a similarly esoteric, feel-don’t-think approach when describing the production. “We cast as we wrote, and we kind of let actors rewrite their roles. We tried to let places and people that are in the film breathe and speak for themselves, and not bring in preconceived notions. We were just trying to… stay back and not force any ideas.”

In speaking with both Benh and Lucy, you can’t help but recognize the heartfelt fondness they feel for this region. Benh has made New Orleans’ Bywater neighborhood his permanent home, while Lucy admits that she’s never felt like a true New Yorker, and she wants to move to New Orleans, as well. I wondered how two writers from New York could connect so quickly and deeply with South Louisiana, then I discovered, they both have roots in the South. Behn’s mom is from South Carolina, while Lucy is originally from South Georgia.

Ah, therein lies the basis for the connection. South Louisiana is like the foreign-born cousin to the Deep South. It’s definitely its own country, but with some decidedly familial Southern threads.

As unique and somewhat odd as it is, Beasts of the Southern Wild probably won’t be everyone’s cup of tea, but those who get it, will really appreciate the affection with which this film was made. It taps into and conveys the indescribably energy that locals are born with, and so many of us transplants are so excited to discover.

Beasts of the Southern Wild opens at The Theatres at Canal Place and Prytania Theater on July 4.

Top 5 World's Most Expensive Hotel Rooms

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This might be a handy list to keep if you've got an unchecked lottery ticket.  If not, it's fun to dream!  Thanks to our friends over at Best in Travel Magazine for providing us with their list of the Top 5 World's Most Expensive Hotel Rooms - let's take a look:
£41,500 per night (USD $67,321) 

Hotel President Wilson Royal Penthouse Suite, Geneva, Switzerland

£19,160 per night (USD $31,018)The PlazaRoyal Plaza Suite, New York, NY
£16,000 per night (USD $25,956)The Ritz-Carlton TokyoCarlton Suite, Tokyo, Japan
£15,250 per night (USD $24, 738)Four Seasons Hotel George VPenthouse Suite, Paris, France
£9,000 per night (USD $14,600)Emirates PalacePalace Suite, Abu Dhabi
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Winter Storm Watching on Vancouver Island

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Well, there's just something about the smell of the sea, the splash of ocean water in your face, dark looming clouds and the sharp crack of thunder.  While it may send some scrambling to hide under their bedcovers, others have been waiting all year long to witness Mother Nature at her best - this is winter storm watching in Tofino and Ucluelet, BC.
As the 3 to 4.5 meter (10-15 feet) pounding white capped waves break on the shore and the winds howl up to 87 km/h (54 mp/h), winter storm watchers revel in the glory.  Running from November to December each year, Vancouver Island winter storm watching brings opportunities for both photography and excellent beachcombing.

Before you arrive on the island, be sure to bring along some essential winter storm watching equipment including: 
  • a windproof and waterproof jacket (check out this adorable Faux Fur Trimmed Helly Hansen Spitsbergen Parka for Women or this Helly Hansen Coastal Sailing Jacket for Men)
  • windproof/waterproof zip on rain pants
  • insulated rain boots big enough to wear thick, warm socks in
  • binoculars
  • digital camera
  • and lastly, a flashlight or portable compact battery lantern

For more information on Vancouver Island Winter Storm Watching, visit Riding the Storm Out at the Wickaninnish Inn and Storm Watching at Black Rock Oceanfront Resort.

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It's In My Blood

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According to wikipedia, on Nov. 22, 1718, Robert Maynard killed the infamous English pirate, Blackbeard. He then tied his head to the bowsprit of his ship for the trip back to Virginia. Upon returning to his home port of Hampton, the head was placed on a stake near the mouth of the Hampton River as a warning to other pirates.
Um, okay, you may be thinking.
“Well,” I say to you head scratchers. “The reason I am bringing up Robert Maynard, is he was my great, great, great, (maybe throw in a few more great’s) uncle, and like him, I do not like pirates.”
Ahh, you might say with the little light bulb going off over your head. 
Yes, this post is about piracy and I want to say a few words about it, starting with... STOP IT!
Seriously people, this is just WRONG. Let me say that I have no reason to believe that any of you are involved in this, (You're way to awesome) but I'm asking each of you to help me get the word out about this huge problem.


It was pointed out to me a few days ago that at least one of my books is being downloaded for free. Did you catch that? FOR FREE!!!!!!!! This is the same book that I worked on for almost 9 months. I then spent several more months trying to get it published. When I found a home for my MS, my publisher then had to produce it, which by the way, takes lots and lots of time and money  Pirated books take money from all of our pockets and if this doesn't stop we won't be able to continue producing books.

Believe me when I say I understand being broke. Broke and I are very close acquaintances. Because of this fact, I have purchased few books in my lifetime.( I know, *gasp*) This was not because I didn’t want them, but because I couldn’t afford them. Like anything else I can’t afford, I have to either do without, or find a LEGAL way to obtain what I want. And there are legal ways to obtain free books.

1.GIVEAWAYS Many authors, myself included, host tons of giveaways. Enter them.

2. REVIEW Many authors/publishers will send you a free copy for an honest review. Ask.

3. PUBLIC LIBRARY This is the easiest solution of all. You can read practically anything for free—legally. Due to my financially challenged bank account, I visit my local library A Lot.

Of course, as an author I wish everyone in the world would buy at least one copy of all of my books, but if you can’t afford it, check with your local library to see if they have a copy. Both of my books are in the library system. This means that even if your local library doesn’t have it, they can get it. Do the authors and publishers a favor and request it. It’s a win win for us all. You get to read the book legally, and we get a sale.

Consider this, If I were to make $1.00 for every book of mine that was sold (which I don't) and IF I sold 100 copies a month (which, I could only hope for) that would leave me making a mere $100.00 a month. Could you pay your bills with that? Yeah, me neither.


Let’s ban together to stop piracy.


Picture also from wikipedia


I know it's November but...

To contact us Click HERE
October went by just a little too quick and I didn't get everything done that I'd hoped too. I had WAY more people submit ghost stories than what I thought  would and for that I want to say thank you, thank you, and  thank you. I didn't get the chance to post them all, but I have one more that I really wanted to share. Even though Halloween has come and gone, in some countries today is part of their Day Of The Dead celebration so I've still got time *wink* As they say, Where there's a will there is a way. Today's story is another one from my daughter written about a time when she was staying at my all time favorite place, The Crescent Hotel. I hope you enjoy it and remember you can find Keshia in the following places.
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                Oneyear while in college, my best friend and I decided to take a “girl trip” fullof shopping and pampering. On Mom’s recommendation, we went to Eureka Springs,Arkansas, and stayed at the Crescent Hotel. Of course, I knew about the hotel’shauntings, but my friend wasn’t a believer, so I decided to just not put muchemphasis on it. There was plenty for us to do without going ghost hunting.                On ourfirst night at the hotel, it stormed. If you’ve never been on top of a mountain(inside, of course) during a lightning storm, you don’t know what you’remissing. It was incredible. But eventually we got tired of taking pictures ofthe storm and went to bed.                I wasin that state between asleep and awake when I felt someone jump into bed withme after an especially loud clap of thunder. It wasn’t until after I’d rolledover to make more room that my brain kicked in and I realized that somethingwasn’t right about that. My best friend, the only other person in the room, wassoftly snoring in her bed, across the room. I slowly reached out toward thedepressed area of my bed and felt a distinct cold spot. Whatever was in my bedonly took up a small area of space, and I didn’t feel threatened, so I rolledover to go back to sleep.                A fewmoments later, another bolt of thunder sounded, and my friend quit snoring. I’dalmost drifted off when she hissed, “Keshia, there’s someone in my bed.” Shesounded, well, panicked. But the little form snuggled next to me was stillthere. I have enough of my mother in me to know it was time to do a little ghosthunting. I rolled out of bed, flipped on the light, and grabbed my camera.                Myfriend was sitting up, staring at an empty spot on her bed. “It’s right there.”She pointed, and when I ran my hand through the area, sure enough, there was acold spot. I quickly turned and snapped one picture of my bed before my camerabatteries died. But not to worry, I had extras. Rechargables, that I’d pluggedin before we went to sleep. Or did I?”                I ranover to where I’d left them, only to find the batteries scattered on the floor,and the charger, neatly folded up, sitting several feet from the outlet.Apparently, whatever was with us didn’t want their picture taken. As you canimagine, I had a lot of explaining to do.                Myfriend and I sat up for hours, talking about ghosts, what it was like to livewith them, and what I thought they were. I even talked to our bed-sharingghosts, but they weren’t willing to move at all. I finally convinced my friendto close her eyes and try to get an impression from the ghost lying at herfeet. She told me the first thing that came to her mind was a small child,afraid of the storm. When I told her that was very similar to what I felt, amixture of being calmed and exhausted let her fall asleep.                When wewoke the next morning, the storm had passed, and the cold spots were gone. Butneither one of us could get the incident off our minds. Finally, the eveningrolled around, and the hotel was putting on a ghost tour. We got there early totalk to the tour guide, wanting to see if anyone else had reported what we hadexperienced. I told him everything, leaving out only that my friend and I hadboth thought of scared children. The owner of the ghost tour listened to ourtale without comment. After we finished, he said he hadn’t heard anything ofthat nature before, but it didn’t surprise him. At one point the hotel had beena hospital, and our rooms were part of the children’s wing.

26 Kasım 2012 Pazartesi

Top 5 World's Most Expensive Hotel Rooms

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This might be a handy list to keep if you've got an unchecked lottery ticket.  If not, it's fun to dream!  Thanks to our friends over at Best in Travel Magazine for providing us with their list of the Top 5 World's Most Expensive Hotel Rooms - let's take a look:
£41,500 per night (USD $67,321) 

Hotel President Wilson Royal Penthouse Suite, Geneva, Switzerland

£19,160 per night (USD $31,018)The PlazaRoyal Plaza Suite, New York, NY
£16,000 per night (USD $25,956)The Ritz-Carlton TokyoCarlton Suite, Tokyo, Japan
£15,250 per night (USD $24, 738)Four Seasons Hotel George VPenthouse Suite, Paris, France
£9,000 per night (USD $14,600)Emirates PalacePalace Suite, Abu Dhabi
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