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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... weeks he had seemed withdrawn. In spite of the reassurance of three consultant ophthalmologists, he'd insisted on a biopsy. He must have had a premonition. I burst into tears. He took me in his arms and led me into the lounge. 'This is ...
... weeks he had seemed withdrawn. In spite of the reassurance of three consultant ophthalmologists, he'd insisted on a biopsy. He must have had a premonition. I burst into tears. He took me in his arms and led me into the lounge. 'This is ...
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... week. I spoke to David. We can have their bedroom. He and Anne will move into a flat next door. It's available, and we'll stay in their flat with the little kids. I'll phone Qantas after 9 and book. I'll have to get someone to stand in ...
... week. I spoke to David. We can have their bedroom. He and Anne will move into a flat next door. It's available, and we'll stay in their flat with the little kids. I'll phone Qantas after 9 and book. I'll have to get someone to stand in ...
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... week for about four weeks of radiotherapy, but we'll see...' As we walked out, I didn't dare ask whether Dr Hunt had mentioned a likely prognosis. 'Let's go and eat something, then take the tube to Trafalgar Square, go to the Art ...
... week for about four weeks of radiotherapy, but we'll see...' As we walked out, I didn't dare ask whether Dr Hunt had mentioned a likely prognosis. 'Let's go and eat something, then take the tube to Trafalgar Square, go to the Art ...
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... week after our return from London, we walked into a shipbroker's office. The broker was on the phone for a long time. When he'd finished, he spun his chair and said in an impatient tone, 'And what can I do for you?' 'What we're looking ...
... week after our return from London, we walked into a shipbroker's office. The broker was on the phone for a long time. When he'd finished, he spun his chair and said in an impatient tone, 'And what can I do for you?' 'What we're looking ...
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... week.' It was a crystal morning the Sunday she slipped into Sydney Heads, a gleaming white hull with billowing sails, making a triumphal entry past a swarm of boats as we gazed through binoculars from the peak of South Head. Our last ...
... week.' It was a crystal morning the Sunday she slipped into Sydney Heads, a gleaming white hull with billowing sails, making a triumphal entry past a swarm of boats as we gazed through binoculars from the peak of South Head. Our last ...
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