Nine Summers: Our Mediterranean OdysseyAllen & Unwin, 1940 M01 1 - 336 páginas When surgeon Felix Huber was diagnosed with a rare cancer at age 60, he and his university lecturer wife, Rina, had a choice: draw inwards and eke out whatever time he might have left, or gamble on the future and live out their long-held fantasy of sailing the Mediterranean. The couple, sweethearts since childhood, chose to celebrate life. They had nine glorious summers of adventuring together, sailing from port to port around France, Italy, Greece and more offbeat destinations on their yacht. Along the way, they were befriended by locals, marooned in a hidden smugglers' harbour, and introduced to joyous new tastes and sights at every stop. There were numerous health dramas along the way which tested their optimism and their determination, but throughout it all the couple stayed positive and treasured living their dream. This is their heart-warming story. |
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... What's this I hear about you?' Then turning to me, he said, 'Hello, Mrs Huber.' 'Hi. You'll look after my old man, won't you?' 'You bet I will.' 'I'll go now, be back in the morning,' I said to Felix. 'Oh, by the way, what time shall I ...
... What's this I hear about you?' Then turning to me, he said, 'Hello, Mrs Huber.' 'Hi. You'll look after my old man, won't you?' 'You bet I will.' 'I'll go now, be back in the morning,' I said to Felix. 'Oh, by the way, what time shall I ...
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... what I can find out.' Fred got up, and squeezed Felix's hand. 'I have to get back to theatre.' 'Thanks, Fred.' Cancer! Felix had cancer! The word rolled and spun round in my head. It couldn't be right, this must be a mistake. To me ...
... what I can find out.' Fred got up, and squeezed Felix's hand. 'I have to get back to theatre.' 'Thanks, Fred.' Cancer! Felix had cancer! The word rolled and spun round in my head. It couldn't be right, this must be a mistake. To me ...
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... what surgery is about? He always knows what to do next. But how is he going to solve this one?' The cabin was dark. Through an open blind I watched a red port light blip on and off in a black–blue sky. The aroma of coffee swept past me ...
... what surgery is about? He always knows what to do next. But how is he going to solve this one?' The cabin was dark. Through an open blind I watched a red port light blip on and off in a black–blue sky. The aroma of coffee swept past me ...
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... What would you think about retiring now, buying our dream boat and sailing the Med, like we always said we would?' Ever since we'd seen the Mediterranean together in 1953, we'd talked about how we'd 'sail the Med' when we retired. That ...
... What would you think about retiring now, buying our dream boat and sailing the Med, like we always said we would?' Ever since we'd seen the Mediterranean together in 1953, we'd talked about how we'd 'sail the Med' when we retired. That ...
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... what will we live on?' I asked. 'I don't know yet. One option is to let the house.' 'What'll we do when we come back and neither of us has a job?' 'We'll worry ... What's life about? Especially when you know it's likely to 20 RINA HUBER.
... what will we live on?' I asked. 'I don't know yet. One option is to let the house.' 'What'll we do when we come back and neither of us has a job?' 'We'll worry ... What's life about? Especially when you know it's likely to 20 RINA HUBER.
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