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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... drifted in from the corridor. A plump woman in a white cap and blue uniform popped her head in. 'Would you like tea or coffee, sir?' Felix didn't answer, but turned to Fred. 'So where do we go from here?' Fred spoke slowly. 'I guess you ...
... drifted in from the corridor. A plump woman in a white cap and blue uniform popped her head in. 'Would you like tea or coffee, sir?' Felix didn't answer, but turned to Fred. 'So where do we go from here?' Fred spoke slowly. 'I guess you ...
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... drifted inexorably into a surreal world, where the line between water, air and sky blurred into a circular universe. And so we sailed on, deeper and deeper, until the lightest of pink lined the eastern horizon. The moon had set and ...
... drifted inexorably into a surreal world, where the line between water, air and sky blurred into a circular universe. And so we sailed on, deeper and deeper, until the lightest of pink lined the eastern horizon. The moon had set and ...
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