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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... couldn't. He came in and sat on Felix's bed, took his time, then said, 'I'm sorry, Felix, it's not good. Retro-orbital lymphoma. I couldn't believe it. I was convinced it wouldn't be anything serious.' Fred looked devastated. Felix ...
... couldn't. He came in and sat on Felix's bed, took his time, then said, 'I'm sorry, Felix, it's not good. Retro-orbital lymphoma. I couldn't believe it. I was convinced it wouldn't be anything serious.' Fred looked devastated. Felix ...
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... couldn't be right, this must be a mistake. To me, Felix had always been indestructible. I couldn't comprehend what had happened. I didn't want to scream or cry, I wanted to hide or disappear. I should have put my arms around him, hugged ...
... couldn't be right, this must be a mistake. To me, Felix had always been indestructible. I couldn't comprehend what had happened. I didn't want to scream or cry, I wanted to hide or disappear. I should have put my arms around him, hugged ...
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... couldn't stop shivering. Felix settled down to his desk and started to make a list of people and places to phone that night. When our daughter Julie arrived in the evening, she could barely contain her tears. We phoned our son David in ...
... couldn't stop shivering. Felix settled down to his desk and started to make a list of people and places to phone that night. When our daughter Julie arrived in the evening, she could barely contain her tears. We phoned our son David in ...
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... couldn't. I heard him speak, then put down the receiver and pick it up again. He had that same energy and capacity to keep going whenever he had to operate through the night then work the following day. Warm rays streamed through the ...
... couldn't. I heard him speak, then put down the receiver and pick it up again. He had that same energy and capacity to keep going whenever he had to operate through the night then work the following day. Warm rays streamed through the ...
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... couldn't face food. 'Thank God, no telephone for 24 hours.' He closed his eyes. 'Isn't it lucky that of all places, David is doing his post-grad in London?' Our seats lent back, the lights dimmed, we spread out the blankets. Within ...
... couldn't face food. 'Thank God, no telephone for 24 hours.' He closed his eyes. 'Isn't it lucky that of all places, David is doing his post-grad in London?' Our seats lent back, the lights dimmed, we spread out the blankets. Within ...
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