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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... eyes. 'How do you feel, honey?' 'Fine. What time is it?' '10.30.' He closed his eyes again. I sat next to his bed and waited. When he woke, he looked agitated, wanting to know the time again. 'Going on 11.30.' From the corner of my eye ...
... eyes. 'How do you feel, honey?' 'Fine. What time is it?' '10.30.' He closed his eyes again. I sat next to his bed and waited. When he woke, he looked agitated, wanting to know the time again. 'Going on 11.30.' From the corner of my eye ...
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... eyes, 'I know this is serious, but we'll cope.' He added gently, 'You and me, we always do.' We walked down the stairs through an arch of white jasmine, past a blaze of spring flowers into our home, a place I now barely recognised ...
... eyes, 'I know this is serious, but we'll cope.' He added gently, 'You and me, we always do.' We walked down the stairs through an arch of white jasmine, past a blaze of spring flowers into our home, a place I now barely recognised ...
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... 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 minutes Felix was asleep. He could sleep anywhere, any time. But he didn't let ...
... 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 minutes Felix was asleep. He could sleep anywhere, any time. But he didn't let ...
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... eyes were glazed. A hairless child sat on his mother's lap as he listened to a story. A young woman stroked her mother's hand. A girl peered into a mirror and adjusted her wig. The hand of an elderly woman shook as she collected a cup ...
... eyes were glazed. A hairless child sat on his mother's lap as he listened to a story. A young woman stroked her mother's hand. A girl peered into a mirror and adjusted her wig. The hand of an elderly woman shook as she collected a cup ...
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... eyes, he inspired confidence. 'Do sit down.' The consulting room was small and spartan. An old lithograph of doctors standing around a bed hung on the wall. The carpet was threadbare, the walls in need of fresh paint. A single file lay ...
... eyes, he inspired confidence. 'Do sit down.' The consulting room was small and spartan. An old lithograph of doctors standing around a bed hung on the wall. The carpet was threadbare, the walls in need of fresh paint. A single file lay ...
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