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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... 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 blinds and ...
... 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 blinds and ...
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... heard flying fish smack the water and watched phosphorescence glow. From this point we started on our daily routine, preparing for the next day — plotting our courses, entering and checking these into the satnav, re-reading instructions ...
... heard flying fish smack the water and watched phosphorescence glow. From this point we started on our daily routine, preparing for the next day — plotting our courses, entering and checking these into the satnav, re-reading instructions ...
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... heard Felix whisper, 'Time to get up, kid. I turned off the alarm, to save you the shock. Here's the hot chocolate. We'll need to move, it's blowing a northerly, not very strong, but it's supposed to change to a southerly later on.' It ...
... heard Felix whisper, 'Time to get up, kid. I turned off the alarm, to save you the shock. Here's the hot chocolate. We'll need to move, it's blowing a northerly, not very strong, but it's supposed to change to a southerly later on.' It ...
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Our Mediterranean Odyssey Rina Huber. I heard him turn on the radio. 'Air-Sea-Rescue Gladstone, this is Galatea. Golf Alfa Lima Alfa Tango Echo Alfa, Victor Juliet, Five Four Nine Four, calling for assistance. Our position is 10 miles ...
Our Mediterranean Odyssey Rina Huber. I heard him turn on the radio. 'Air-Sea-Rescue Gladstone, this is Galatea. Golf Alfa Lima Alfa Tango Echo Alfa, Victor Juliet, Five Four Nine Four, calling for assistance. Our position is 10 miles ...
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... heard a now familiar voice on the air: 'This is Ranger, this is Ranger, Air-Sea-Rescue, reporting for duty...' The first couple of days we were subdued, but the weather was calm, and as we moved further north, it was also warmer. Much ...
... heard a now familiar voice on the air: 'This is Ranger, this is Ranger, Air-Sea-Rescue, reporting for duty...' The first couple of days we were subdued, but the weather was calm, and as we moved further north, it was also warmer. Much ...
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