<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5329380274395649400</id><updated>2011-08-29T19:43:14.417-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lucia's Adventures</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luciasadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5329380274395649400/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luciasadventures.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Lucia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02922058156530746139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GpJIC9OxbV0/S7uF4fSUYHI/AAAAAAAAAKU/71kkvNUALDE/S220/IMG_8655.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>13</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5329380274395649400.post-8223404498049815988</id><published>2011-08-29T19:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-29T19:37:22.690-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Midsummer Nights Dream</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I haven't written a post on this blog in a while. I was just reading my old posts from a while ago. The last post I wrote on this was about 1 year ago when I did The Tempest in summer camp. I just did the summer Shakespeare of this year: A Midsummer Nights Dream. I played Puck, Oberon's sprite. In my opinion if it weren't for Puck's misunderstandings the play would be&amp;nbsp;much simpler and a&amp;nbsp;whole lot shorter. Not only that but the role was split. It was me and a very good friend of mine playing Puck and we were on the stage at the same time. Some of our lines were split and some we just said at the same time, which added a whole other aspect of craziness and confusion to the character.&lt;br /&gt;To top it off we teased our hair up and sprayed it all sorts of wacky colors!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SsRYrSssulw/TlxKDDWsheI/AAAAAAAAATo/0KprM6XFOrM/s1600/L1020645.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SsRYrSssulw/TlxKDDWsheI/AAAAAAAAATo/0KprM6XFOrM/s320/L1020645.jpg" style="cursor: move;" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sIIR5IXuC7A/TlxKKBn1PsI/AAAAAAAAATw/GB8FU2omo1k/s1600/L1020692.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sIIR5IXuC7A/TlxKKBn1PsI/AAAAAAAAATw/GB8FU2omo1k/s320/L1020692.jpg" style="cursor: move;" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like last year my dad made the sets. Here's a picture of the stage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YBOgr0KxLIY/TlxKFS6ptSI/AAAAAAAAATs/CPhcIEMb8R4/s1600/L1020655.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YBOgr0KxLIY/TlxKFS6ptSI/AAAAAAAAATs/CPhcIEMb8R4/s320/L1020655.jpg" style="cursor: move;" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So thats Midsummer Night's Dream!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5329380274395649400-8223404498049815988?l=luciasadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luciasadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/8223404498049815988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5329380274395649400&amp;postID=8223404498049815988' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5329380274395649400/posts/default/8223404498049815988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5329380274395649400/posts/default/8223404498049815988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luciasadventures.blogspot.com/2011/08/i-havent-written-post-on-this-blog-in.html' title='Midsummer Nights Dream'/><author><name>Lucia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02922058156530746139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GpJIC9OxbV0/S7uF4fSUYHI/AAAAAAAAAKU/71kkvNUALDE/S220/IMG_8655.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SsRYrSssulw/TlxKDDWsheI/AAAAAAAAATo/0KprM6XFOrM/s72-c/L1020645.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5329380274395649400.post-6464610488514881121</id><published>2011-05-09T10:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-09T10:12:30.764-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the tempest</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CECLVlK35-I/TcggMziKAFI/AAAAAAAAARE/V5bbL23ujAU/s1600/www-1.newgenesisproductions.org.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CECLVlK35-I/TcggMziKAFI/AAAAAAAAARE/V5bbL23ujAU/s320/www-1.newgenesisproductions.org.jpeg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PiWG0bjoZ5E/TcggNsCiY4I/AAAAAAAAARI/OTv6jN3d9xU/s1600/www.newgenesisproductions.org.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PiWG0bjoZ5E/TcggNsCiY4I/AAAAAAAAARI/OTv6jN3d9xU/s320/www.newgenesisproductions.org.jpeg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;lately I was in the tempest.&lt;br /&gt;it was a lot of fun! I played prosperous daughter!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is our directer : &amp;nbsp;lesley&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aBaWmTxFHxQ/Tcggcv-76zI/AAAAAAAAARM/k3prxmF1YRE/s1600/www-2.newgenesisproductions.org.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aBaWmTxFHxQ/Tcggcv-76zI/AAAAAAAAARM/k3prxmF1YRE/s320/www-2.newgenesisproductions.org.jpeg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5329380274395649400-6464610488514881121?l=luciasadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luciasadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/6464610488514881121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5329380274395649400&amp;postID=6464610488514881121' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5329380274395649400/posts/default/6464610488514881121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5329380274395649400/posts/default/6464610488514881121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luciasadventures.blogspot.com/2011/05/tempest.html' title='the tempest'/><author><name>Lucia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02922058156530746139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GpJIC9OxbV0/S7uF4fSUYHI/AAAAAAAAAKU/71kkvNUALDE/S220/IMG_8655.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CECLVlK35-I/TcggMziKAFI/AAAAAAAAARE/V5bbL23ujAU/s72-c/www-1.newgenesisproductions.org.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5329380274395649400.post-6412268982160845238</id><published>2010-01-12T15:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T15:44:30.592-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Snow Queen</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GpJIC9OxbV0/S00IavkznbI/AAAAAAAAAJk/DOdNAKxYsmM/s1600-h/IMG_8616.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 218px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GpJIC9OxbV0/S00IavkznbI/AAAAAAAAAJk/DOdNAKxYsmM/s320/IMG_8616.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426002381591780786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GpJIC9OxbV0/S00HgB5cSNI/AAAAAAAAAJc/lYXRiqonErU/s1600-h/IMG_8618.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GpJIC9OxbV0/S00HgB5cSNI/AAAAAAAAAJc/lYXRiqonErU/s320/IMG_8618.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426001372897888466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little while ago I was in a play called the snow queen! I played Gerda. it was a Readers Theater play. it was preformed and rehearsed at the Woodstock library in Woodstock N.Y. I had a lot of fun. It was one of the first Reader Theaters with lighting! My mom is planning on directing a Readers Theater soon!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5329380274395649400-6412268982160845238?l=luciasadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luciasadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/6412268982160845238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5329380274395649400&amp;postID=6412268982160845238' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5329380274395649400/posts/default/6412268982160845238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5329380274395649400/posts/default/6412268982160845238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luciasadventures.blogspot.com/2010/01/snow-queen_12.html' title='The Snow Queen'/><author><name>Lucia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02922058156530746139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GpJIC9OxbV0/S7uF4fSUYHI/AAAAAAAAAKU/71kkvNUALDE/S220/IMG_8655.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GpJIC9OxbV0/S00IavkznbI/AAAAAAAAAJk/DOdNAKxYsmM/s72-c/IMG_8616.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5329380274395649400.post-3304622915464225301</id><published>2009-09-10T19:03:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T19:39:31.955-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sad news</title><content type='html'>We got another dog a while ago. Her name was daisy. She was so sweet and a big love dove! At first every thing seemed fine it looked like it was really going to work out. She loved Gatsby (or other dog) and was friendly to other dogs to. But then after about three months she started to get aggressive with other dogs. She was still a love dove with people but sometimes she randomly just attacked a dog. Eventually she started attacking every dog that came to are house.It got to be to much and decided the best thing to do was to find a new home for here. It was heart braking for me. I was very attached to her I was like her mother. But the rescue network that we got her from has a rule that if you get a dog from them and it doesn't work out you have to return it to them so it doesn't  go to the pound. she's there now and I know she's safe. But the good news is mommy says that in the spring we can foster a little dog! And if it works out maybe we can get one!  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5329380274395649400-3304622915464225301?l=luciasadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luciasadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/3304622915464225301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5329380274395649400&amp;postID=3304622915464225301' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5329380274395649400/posts/default/3304622915464225301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5329380274395649400/posts/default/3304622915464225301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luciasadventures.blogspot.com/2009/09/sad-news.html' title='sad news'/><author><name>Lucia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02922058156530746139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GpJIC9OxbV0/S7uF4fSUYHI/AAAAAAAAAKU/71kkvNUALDE/S220/IMG_8655.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5329380274395649400.post-7888997059374632893</id><published>2009-07-27T07:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T07:14:11.013-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thursday, June 18th 2009</title><content type='html'>Guess what! Yesterday mommy and I went to Wilson Park to ride bikes. First we rode on the path that goes to the camping area. The gate to block the cars from coming wasn't there any more. We guessed that that was for the campers. A little bit further we got to the field. We rolled down the little hill a few times and then moved on. When we got to the hill I had to get off my bike and push it because it's too steep for me. Once we got to the top of the hill there's  a fork in the road. We decided to go to the right. We rode down a little hill and up a big one. When we got to the top of the hill there was a house, and there were two people in front with a cat. One of them waved at me. Then we moved on. We went up and down a few little hills and then finally to our surprise we came out back where we drive in right in front of the booth. So we decided to go back to the parking lot from there. Once we got back to the parking lot we went back to the camping area. Just as we got to the top of the hill I got thirsty so we had to go back to the car to get the water. When we got back to the car and I had my water we found a really cool mushroom. It looked like a smurf lived in it. It was orange and had little white bumps on it. Then we decided to go sit on a bench by the water. That's when we saw the turtle. It was on the sand digging a hole with its hind legs. It had eighteen sections on its shell. (Mommy counted them.) The brim of its shell was yellow. It had red on its legs and a little bit on its head. We figured out that it was digging a nest. It would scoop some sand up with one of its legs and pour it out behind the hole, then do the same thing with the other leg. The turtle did this for 20 minutes, and then it laid its eggs. It laid nine eggs. They were white, and some of them had an orange tint. Then we had to go home. When we got home I looked on the computer and figured out it was a painted turtle. I also figured out how long it took for baby turtles to hatch. It said about 2 months and a week. So when it's time we will go and try to see them.&lt;br /&gt;The End.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5329380274395649400-7888997059374632893?l=luciasadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luciasadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/7888997059374632893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5329380274395649400&amp;postID=7888997059374632893' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5329380274395649400/posts/default/7888997059374632893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5329380274395649400/posts/default/7888997059374632893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luciasadventures.blogspot.com/2009/07/thursday-june-18th-2009.html' title='Thursday, June 18th 2009'/><author><name>Lucia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02922058156530746139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GpJIC9OxbV0/S7uF4fSUYHI/AAAAAAAAAKU/71kkvNUALDE/S220/IMG_8655.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5329380274395649400.post-8499803390208362211</id><published>2008-12-15T10:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T11:14:30.437-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gatsby</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GpJIC9OxbV0/SUasjYEamMI/AAAAAAAAAIU/GbJYGung0As/s1600-h/IMG_6954.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GpJIC9OxbV0/SUasjYEamMI/AAAAAAAAAIU/GbJYGung0As/s400/IMG_6954.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280097336894855362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got a dog!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;His name is gatsby. He's so cute! He's a lab mixed with some sort of long, short hound. He's very affectionate. I really love cuddling with him. He loves to cuddle and to be petted. There's a chair in our house that he loves, and he just jumps up onto it and sits in it for hours. We call it the Gatsby chair. Whenever we go out and leave him at home he'll bark and bark and bark and scrape at the window. But when we get back he'll be so excited and jump up on us and make us pet him and rub his belly, and he loves it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He loves to play, especially fetch. There's one toy in particular that he loves to play fetch with. It's a little blue rubber toy, and it's shaped like a dinosaur with no head. It bounces so he likes to try to push it down with his paw. He also loves tug-of-war. He's really strong. He'll pull and pull and pull until you have to let go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did a nose print of him where we put green food coloring on his nose, and we put a piece of paper on his nose. We had to do it a couple of times before I got a good one that wasn't smudged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're planning on getting another dog as a playmate for Gatsby because he loves to play with other dogs. The place where we got Gatsby from is a place where they go out to Georgia and take dogs from high-kill shelters there and bring them to stay in foster families in New York. We are going to get another dog from them, but we don't know what one yet. We asked about a dog named Snoopy, but they said he got along with other girl dogs, but not really with other boy dogs. So we might get a puppy from them because they have these tiny, tiny puppies. But we're not sure yet. And also DaeDae, my pretend big sister, is coming to stay with us for two months, and she has a dog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love Gatsby, and we're having a lot of fun with him. It's fun having a dog.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5329380274395649400-8499803390208362211?l=luciasadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luciasadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/8499803390208362211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5329380274395649400&amp;postID=8499803390208362211' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5329380274395649400/posts/default/8499803390208362211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5329380274395649400/posts/default/8499803390208362211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luciasadventures.blogspot.com/2008/12/gatsby.html' title='Gatsby'/><author><name>Lucia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02922058156530746139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GpJIC9OxbV0/S7uF4fSUYHI/AAAAAAAAAKU/71kkvNUALDE/S220/IMG_8655.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GpJIC9OxbV0/SUasjYEamMI/AAAAAAAAAIU/GbJYGung0As/s72-c/IMG_6954.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5329380274395649400.post-4101765152002753199</id><published>2008-08-26T16:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T16:48:08.993-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Making Clouds and Rain</title><content type='html'>Yesterday me and my mom did a science experiment where we made rain and rain clouds. We had two pots. One had ice in it so that it was cold. (We also put it in the refrigerator for a few minutes.) And the other one had boiling water in it. First we made a few rainclouds by putting the pot with ice in it over the pot with the boiling water in it and waited a little bit. And how the clouds were made was that the water would turn into water vapor and it would rise up to the coldness and then in the coldness it would huddle together because it was cold and into big blobs, and that was a cloud. And you can see the clouds below. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GpJIC9OxbV0/SLSUTWsRWNI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/Y2mQkJirzrw/s1600-h/IMG_6338.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GpJIC9OxbV0/SLSUTWsRWNI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/Y2mQkJirzrw/s400/IMG_6338.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238975326768421074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;How we made the rain was that when the clouds were up there they were so cold that they would turn back into water, and little drops of water would come down, and that was the rain. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GpJIC9OxbV0/SLSUUAnX5fI/AAAAAAAAAFg/Uiatd4vlwrQ/s1600-h/IMG_6342.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GpJIC9OxbV0/SLSUUAnX5fI/AAAAAAAAAFg/Uiatd4vlwrQ/s400/IMG_6342.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238975338022168050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here is a picture of the pot with the ice in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GpJIC9OxbV0/SLSUTuLosZI/AAAAAAAAAFY/qgvIArdgtTA/s1600-h/IMG_6341.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GpJIC9OxbV0/SLSUTuLosZI/AAAAAAAAAFY/qgvIArdgtTA/s400/IMG_6341.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238975333073990034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And here is the pot with the water in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GpJIC9OxbV0/SLSVxXTVjXI/AAAAAAAAAFo/cqbHJBfxoXY/s1600-h/IMG_6340.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GpJIC9OxbV0/SLSVxXTVjXI/AAAAAAAAAFo/cqbHJBfxoXY/s400/IMG_6340.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238976941839977842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5329380274395649400-4101765152002753199?l=luciasadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luciasadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/4101765152002753199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5329380274395649400&amp;postID=4101765152002753199' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5329380274395649400/posts/default/4101765152002753199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5329380274395649400/posts/default/4101765152002753199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luciasadventures.blogspot.com/2008/08/making-clouds-and-rain.html' title='Making Clouds and Rain'/><author><name>Lucia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02922058156530746139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GpJIC9OxbV0/S7uF4fSUYHI/AAAAAAAAAKU/71kkvNUALDE/S220/IMG_8655.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GpJIC9OxbV0/SLSUTWsRWNI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/Y2mQkJirzrw/s72-c/IMG_6338.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5329380274395649400.post-2800892901966177490</id><published>2008-05-14T15:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T16:11:40.083-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I got Tagged by &lt;a href="http://jessegamer.blogspot.com/"&gt;Jesse.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It said that I have to write my memoir title in six words and then tag five other people.&lt;br /&gt;My memoir is:&lt;br /&gt;Having lots of fun with mommy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tagging:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://lucyalbright.blogspot.com/"&gt;Lucys blog&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.unschoolgirls.blogspot.com/"&gt;Unschool days &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://notaordinaryteen.blogspot.com/"&gt;Not an ordinary teen&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://adaalbright.blogspot.com/"&gt;Princes&lt;/a&gt;s&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://nullcheck.blogspot.com/"&gt;Nullcheck &lt;/a&gt;( my daddy's blog)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5329380274395649400-2800892901966177490?l=luciasadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luciasadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/2800892901966177490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5329380274395649400&amp;postID=2800892901966177490' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5329380274395649400/posts/default/2800892901966177490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5329380274395649400/posts/default/2800892901966177490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luciasadventures.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-got-tagged-by-jesse.html' title=''/><author><name>Lucia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02922058156530746139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GpJIC9OxbV0/S7uF4fSUYHI/AAAAAAAAAKU/71kkvNUALDE/S220/IMG_8655.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5329380274395649400.post-7206665612370856494</id><published>2008-01-07T01:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-07T01:41:52.823-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Walk in the Marais</title><content type='html'>The other day we decided to go on a walk from a book I got on Christmas where there are cards with maps on them, and at the end of a map it shows you what you do along your walk, and there are questions that you have to answer and stuff like that. We did one that led to the Bastille at the end , and we chose this one because the night before that we went to see the Nutcracker at the Opera Bastille, and before we went to see the Nutcracker we saw an amusement park across the street that was open. But when we came out from the opera it wasn't open, and I really wanted to go on the rides. So we decided we would come back tomorrow. And the next day we felt like doing one of the walks so we found this one that led straight to the Bastille so then we could do the walk, and then at the end when it finished at the Bastille we could go onto the rides. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GpJIC9OxbV0/R4HtAutoCcI/AAAAAAAAAD4/Y-SltGf3CSM/s1600-h/DSCN0813.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GpJIC9OxbV0/R4HtAutoCcI/AAAAAAAAAD4/Y-SltGf3CSM/s400/DSCN0813.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152660045483739586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The first stop that it told us to do in the walk was to look at a garden with a very nice house in front. The name of it was l'hotel de Sens. This is the courtyard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GpJIC9OxbV0/R4HtSOtoCgI/AAAAAAAAAEY/5VKyiZkAVh4/s1600-h/DSCN0811.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GpJIC9OxbV0/R4HtSOtoCgI/AAAAAAAAAEY/5VKyiZkAVh4/s400/DSCN0811.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152660346131450370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And this is the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GpJIC9OxbV0/R4HtSutoChI/AAAAAAAAAEg/qpHqyqCLIqM/s1600-h/DSCN0812.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GpJIC9OxbV0/R4HtSutoChI/AAAAAAAAAEg/qpHqyqCLIqM/s400/DSCN0812.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152660354721384978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Actually, the person who owned this house (on the right is the back of the house) was Queen Margot, and why there's this square with nothing in the middle is because there used to be a fig tree there, but the queen had it cut down because her carriage couldn't fit through! One of the streets is still called fig street though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GpJIC9OxbV0/R4HtBOtoCdI/AAAAAAAAAEA/1A01mUKCFkw/s1600-h/DSCN0814.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GpJIC9OxbV0/R4HtBOtoCdI/AAAAAAAAAEA/1A01mUKCFkw/s400/DSCN0814.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152660054073674194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is the next stop. It's a hostel, but the funny thing is that when we were looking at it a window opened right above the door, and a woman leaned out. She was naked holding towels and her hair was all wet. It looked like she just took a shower, and she looked down and saw us and laughed. Then she went back in, and in a second she opened the window again and looked down again and laughed again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GpJIC9OxbV0/R4HtBetoCeI/AAAAAAAAAEI/4SauAiiZau4/s1600-h/DSCN0817.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GpJIC9OxbV0/R4HtBetoCeI/AAAAAAAAAEI/4SauAiiZau4/s400/DSCN0817.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152660058368641506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Next stop Phillipe Auguste tower. This tower was built by Phillippe Auguste, the same person who built the Louvre. It was to protect the city while he went away on the Crusades.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GpJIC9OxbV0/R4HtButoCfI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/TRURTLeZn6k/s1600-h/DSCN0818.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GpJIC9OxbV0/R4HtButoCfI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/TRURTLeZn6k/s400/DSCN0818.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152660062663608818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here is a thief trying to climb the tower, but he'll never get there! Oh no, I'm mistaken. That's my father.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GpJIC9OxbV0/R4HsmOtoCYI/AAAAAAAAADY/55Of2yxdTLc/s1600-h/DSCN0819.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GpJIC9OxbV0/R4HsmOtoCYI/AAAAAAAAADY/55Of2yxdTLc/s400/DSCN0819.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152659590217206146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is a fountain right across the street from the tower. On the top in Roman numerals it said what year it was from, and when you translated it it was 1848.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GpJIC9OxbV0/R4HsmutoCZI/AAAAAAAAADg/YUV29wZhtrc/s1600-h/DSCN0821.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GpJIC9OxbV0/R4HsmutoCZI/AAAAAAAAADg/YUV29wZhtrc/s400/DSCN0821.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152659598807140754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is Place des Vosges. And this is me with Louis XIII.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GpJIC9OxbV0/R4Hsm-toCaI/AAAAAAAAADo/N9iOgBFpri0/s1600-h/DSCN0824.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GpJIC9OxbV0/R4Hsm-toCaI/AAAAAAAAADo/N9iOgBFpri0/s400/DSCN0824.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152659603102108066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is the last stop, Bastille. The Bastille was a prison where criminals were kept. Some were imprisoned for their religious beliefs. During the French Revolution the revolutionaries destroyed it. And this is a symbol to remember the Revolution.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GpJIC9OxbV0/R4HsnOtoCbI/AAAAAAAAADw/I1sPQcJ6AB8/s1600-h/DSCN0829.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GpJIC9OxbV0/R4HsnOtoCbI/AAAAAAAAADw/I1sPQcJ6AB8/s400/DSCN0829.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152659607397075378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5329380274395649400-7206665612370856494?l=luciasadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luciasadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/7206665612370856494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5329380274395649400&amp;postID=7206665612370856494' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5329380274395649400/posts/default/7206665612370856494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5329380274395649400/posts/default/7206665612370856494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luciasadventures.blogspot.com/2008/01/my-walk-in-marais.html' title='My Walk in the Marais'/><author><name>Lucia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02922058156530746139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GpJIC9OxbV0/S7uF4fSUYHI/AAAAAAAAAKU/71kkvNUALDE/S220/IMG_8655.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GpJIC9OxbV0/R4HtAutoCcI/AAAAAAAAAD4/Y-SltGf3CSM/s72-c/DSCN0813.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5329380274395649400.post-7756665020864252386</id><published>2007-11-19T05:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-19T06:10:25.803-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hair cuts</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GpJIC9OxbV0/R0GYwEOsCSI/AAAAAAAAADI/CxOn-nZCjuM/s1600-h/IMG_4107.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GpJIC9OxbV0/R0GYwEOsCSI/AAAAAAAAADI/CxOn-nZCjuM/s400/IMG_4107.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134553001715566882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I and my mom went to get our hair cut. It was very fast. I finished before my mom did. we really needed a hair cut because the hair on the end was really unhealthy. It was my first hair cut not in America.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GpJIC9OxbV0/R0GYw0OsCTI/AAAAAAAAADQ/lv_CdCttlvA/s1600-h/IMG_4111.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GpJIC9OxbV0/R0GYw0OsCTI/AAAAAAAAADQ/lv_CdCttlvA/s400/IMG_4111.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134553014600468786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5329380274395649400-7756665020864252386?l=luciasadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luciasadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/7756665020864252386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5329380274395649400&amp;postID=7756665020864252386' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5329380274395649400/posts/default/7756665020864252386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5329380274395649400/posts/default/7756665020864252386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luciasadventures.blogspot.com/2007/11/hair-cuts.html' title='Hair cuts'/><author><name>Lucia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02922058156530746139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GpJIC9OxbV0/S7uF4fSUYHI/AAAAAAAAAKU/71kkvNUALDE/S220/IMG_8655.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GpJIC9OxbV0/R0GYwEOsCSI/AAAAAAAAADI/CxOn-nZCjuM/s72-c/IMG_4107.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5329380274395649400.post-5966037965464904617</id><published>2007-11-08T08:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-08T02:37:00.169-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A weekend trip</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GpJIC9OxbV0/RzLmOzD_vbI/AAAAAAAAACo/lnNoHOzdR9A/s1600-h/IMG_3826.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GpJIC9OxbV0/RzLmOzD_vbI/AAAAAAAAACo/lnNoHOzdR9A/s400/IMG_3826.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130416067427941810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This weekend me and my mom and dad went on a trip for the weekend. We went to the Loire Valley in France. On the way there we stopped at a cathedral called Chartres. It was fun. There were lots of stained glass windows, and there was a room full of boxes with parts of saints in them. The parts of saints were in the boxes because you need a part of a saint to build a cathedral.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GpJIC9OxbV0/RzLmPTD_vcI/AAAAAAAAACw/M7qvlBAVSOE/s1600-h/IMG_3840.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GpJIC9OxbV0/RzLmPTD_vcI/AAAAAAAAACw/M7qvlBAVSOE/s400/IMG_3840.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130416076017876418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We stayed in a castle called Chateau Montriou. We walked around there a little and then went out for dinner. The chateau that we stayed at was very cool because it had lots of gardens on the outside. The gardens were pretty. It was funny because the flowers were still blooming, and they still had some vegetables even though it was November. In one of the gardens I picked some tomatoes and ate them. They were very good. I got a little baby tomato that was as tiny as the tip of my pinky.The place where we were staying in the chateau was very cool because it was the oldest part of it. It was from the 15th century.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GpJIC9OxbV0/RzLmQDD_vdI/AAAAAAAAAC4/molpdTXTb8c/s1600-h/IMG_3863.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GpJIC9OxbV0/RzLmQDD_vdI/AAAAAAAAAC4/molpdTXTb8c/s400/IMG_3863.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130416088902778322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day we went to a castle called Angers that was very cool. It had 17 towers. I got a little booklet with games in it to do on the way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5329380274395649400-5966037965464904617?l=luciasadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luciasadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/5966037965464904617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5329380274395649400&amp;postID=5966037965464904617' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5329380274395649400/posts/default/5966037965464904617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5329380274395649400/posts/default/5966037965464904617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luciasadventures.blogspot.com/2007/11/weekend-trip.html' title='A weekend trip'/><author><name>Lucia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02922058156530746139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GpJIC9OxbV0/S7uF4fSUYHI/AAAAAAAAAKU/71kkvNUALDE/S220/IMG_8655.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GpJIC9OxbV0/RzLmOzD_vbI/AAAAAAAAACo/lnNoHOzdR9A/s72-c/IMG_3826.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5329380274395649400.post-4588149524852695934</id><published>2007-11-08T01:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-08T01:09:56.877-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Some Pictures That I Made With My Dad</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GpJIC9OxbV0/RzLSUzD_vVI/AAAAAAAAAB4/ObDGQJ-KgQs/s1600-h/lucia_and_daddy_city.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GpJIC9OxbV0/RzLSUzD_vVI/AAAAAAAAAB4/ObDGQJ-KgQs/s400/lucia_and_daddy_city.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130394180274601298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GpJIC9OxbV0/RzLSVDD_vWI/AAAAAAAAACA/KQyCDKke9yw/s1600-h/hauntedhouse.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GpJIC9OxbV0/RzLSVDD_vWI/AAAAAAAAACA/KQyCDKke9yw/s400/hauntedhouse.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130394184569568610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5329380274395649400-4588149524852695934?l=luciasadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luciasadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/4588149524852695934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5329380274395649400&amp;postID=4588149524852695934' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5329380274395649400/posts/default/4588149524852695934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5329380274395649400/posts/default/4588149524852695934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luciasadventures.blogspot.com/2007/11/some-pictures-that-i-made-with-my-dad.html' title='Some Pictures That I Made With My Dad'/><author><name>Lucia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02922058156530746139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GpJIC9OxbV0/S7uF4fSUYHI/AAAAAAAAAKU/71kkvNUALDE/S220/IMG_8655.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GpJIC9OxbV0/RzLSUzD_vVI/AAAAAAAAAB4/ObDGQJ-KgQs/s72-c/lucia_and_daddy_city.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5329380274395649400.post-8024589425306431482</id><published>2007-09-24T11:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-11T09:05:46.334-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Parc Asterix</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GpJIC9OxbV0/Rw5JZnG_oDI/AAAAAAAAABQ/9x_RBWJNCNM/s1600-h/DSCN0653.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GpJIC9OxbV0/Rw5JZnG_oDI/AAAAAAAAABQ/9x_RBWJNCNM/s400/DSCN0653.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120110530710708274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GpJIC9OxbV0/Rw5JaXG_oEI/AAAAAAAAABY/2mT5nosHVTY/s1600-h/DSCN0656.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GpJIC9OxbV0/Rw5JaXG_oEI/AAAAAAAAABY/2mT5nosHVTY/s400/DSCN0656.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120110543595610178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GpJIC9OxbV0/Rw5Ja3G_oFI/AAAAAAAAABg/I_FhJbe6z9c/s1600-h/DSCN0665.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GpJIC9OxbV0/Rw5Ja3G_oFI/AAAAAAAAABg/I_FhJbe6z9c/s400/DSCN0665.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120110552185544786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GpJIC9OxbV0/Rw5Jf3G_oGI/AAAAAAAAABo/skuN4jSLrwE/s1600-h/DSCN0673.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GpJIC9OxbV0/Rw5Jf3G_oGI/AAAAAAAAABo/skuN4jSLrwE/s400/DSCN0673.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120110638084890722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GpJIC9OxbV0/Rw5JgHG_oHI/AAAAAAAAABw/irzxW5Vcj00/s1600-h/DSCN0679.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GpJIC9OxbV0/Rw5JgHG_oHI/AAAAAAAAABw/irzxW5Vcj00/s400/DSCN0679.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120110642379858034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I went to park Asterix. It was very fun. I went on a ride that was cauldrons that you went in, and you spun the cauldrons while the floor spun, and the cauldrons moved around the floor.   I also went to the Gaulish village. That was fun. In the Gaulish village I got to go in Asterix's and Obelisk's houses. In Obelisk's house on the ground there were Obelisk's shoes that you got to put your feet in. and he also had a bed. In Asterix's house he only had a bed. In the Gaulish village there were also lots of restaurants and stores. The Gaulish village was on an island in the middle of the amusement park. There was also a ride that was old fashioned cars that you got to drive on a road in the forest, and while you drove through the forest there were models of people and things doing stuff in the forest. I also went on two roller coasters. One of them was bigger than the other. On the small one I could keep my hands up, but on the big one I couldn't. I also went on two carousels. On the first one there was a big Obelisk that you could go in that spun, but we didn't get to go in it. On the second one there was a different spinning thing, but it wasn't Obelisk and it was much smaller, that we got to go in. That carousel was a medieval carousel. In one part of the park there were these ginormous mushrooms with climbing things on them, and so you can climb up the mushroom. I went on one of the mushrooms, and I got up to the top. Except I didn't get to go on the top, only the stem, because the top didn't have any climbing things, and it didn't let you go onto the very top of the mushroom - just on the stem.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5329380274395649400-8024589425306431482?l=luciasadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luciasadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/8024589425306431482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5329380274395649400&amp;postID=8024589425306431482' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5329380274395649400/posts/default/8024589425306431482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5329380274395649400/posts/default/8024589425306431482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luciasadventures.blogspot.com/2007/09/parc-asterix.html' title='Parc Asterix'/><author><name>Lucia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02922058156530746139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GpJIC9OxbV0/S7uF4fSUYHI/AAAAAAAAAKU/71kkvNUALDE/S220/IMG_8655.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GpJIC9OxbV0/Rw5JZnG_oDI/AAAAAAAAABQ/9x_RBWJNCNM/s72-c/DSCN0653.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry></feed>
