<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3909411</id><updated>2011-04-21T20:51:11.364-07:00</updated><title type='text'>N-Zed 2002</title><subtitle type='html'>ok, so my foray into internet weblogs begins with my visit to the land down under... 6 (or so) months in ''middle earth''</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristinp.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909411/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristinp.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>KP (kristin piccirillo)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17231148647292857110</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>47</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3909411.post-94852661</id><published>2003-05-24T23:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-24T23:46:11.793-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ok... so looking at pictures from daintree.... i think i was on crack when i wrote the descriptions!!! check it out...      pictures</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909411/posts/default/94852661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909411/posts/default/94852661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristinp.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#94852661' title=''/><author><name>KP (kristin piccirillo)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17231148647292857110</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3909411.post-94852342</id><published>2003-05-24T23:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-24T23:32:07.683-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>so i'm back home... and not tired (cause my body thinks that its 430pm, and the clock in my moms office says 130 am...oops) but i'll try to sort my self out and go to bed soon... but who knows.i'm already looking at my pictures and "reminiscing",,, well, kind of... i'm picking some out to order and just enjoying the memories of the times that i had... its too bad that they have moved into </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909411/posts/default/94852342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909411/posts/default/94852342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristinp.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#94852342' title=''/><author><name>KP (kristin piccirillo)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17231148647292857110</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3909411.post-94622620</id><published>2003-05-20T00:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-20T00:49:09.943-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i'm getting all philosophical and shit... i'm at the end of the trip and i think that i thought that i would have an idea about what i wanted to DO when i got home, but i think that i am further from knowing that than i was at the beginning... well, not really, but close.i guess i have a long plane flight to figure some stuff out... but its really tough.  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909411/posts/default/94622620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909411/posts/default/94622620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristinp.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#94622620' title=''/><author><name>KP (kristin piccirillo)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17231148647292857110</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3909411.post-94612169</id><published>2003-05-19T19:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-19T19:38:43.586-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>first... pictures. cause i know thats what the tour group kids really want...i haven't described them yet... they are slightly out of order (within the album) i don't have the mental capacity... i haven't even rotated some of them upright.  I suck.  TOO BAD. sydney (harbour bridge, etc.): http://www.shutterfly.com/osi.jsp?i=67b0de21b33f0e25c42bultimate nationals: http://www.shutterfly.com/</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909411/posts/default/94612169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909411/posts/default/94612169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristinp.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#94612169' title=''/><author><name>KP (kristin piccirillo)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17231148647292857110</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3909411.post-94609728</id><published>2003-05-19T18:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-19T19:01:06.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>the past two days, i have driven 1450kms to get back to sydney for my last few days before i leave the country, so i send you all my last mass email from downunder (don't worry, there will be one from chi-town when i'm back) and let you know of the insanity that i have brought upon myself in my last few weeks here... i spent the last couple weeks predominately on my own... hugh is "looking for </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909411/posts/default/94609728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909411/posts/default/94609728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristinp.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#94609728' title=''/><author><name>KP (kristin piccirillo)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17231148647292857110</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3909411.post-94607695</id><published>2003-05-19T17:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-19T17:55:48.740-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ok, so i have 4 days left and what am i doing? sitting in a computer lab while its absolutly gorgeous outside... i promise that i will enjoy it... juist after my pics are uploaded.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909411/posts/default/94607695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909411/posts/default/94607695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristinp.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#94607695' title=''/><author><name>KP (kristin piccirillo)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17231148647292857110</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3909411.post-94481250</id><published>2003-05-16T19:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-16T19:37:46.513-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i'm leaving alice springs in about 40 minutes to take a 17 hour train journey back to good ol' adelaide... just did a fantastic tour of the outabck complete with kangaroos, camels, and uluru... met some fantastic poeple and drank TOO much. ahh, oz. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909411/posts/default/94481250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909411/posts/default/94481250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristinp.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#94481250' title=''/><author><name>KP (kristin piccirillo)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17231148647292857110</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3909411.post-94481209</id><published>2003-05-16T19:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-16T19:36:35.266-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i did something bad.... now we aren't talking, like, moral compass bad, or even put in jail bad... but more along the lines of bad for the wallet.  i bought a ring. a beautiful opal inlay one from the biggest opal area in the world. its lovely, but it was AU$109 and i don't have the money nor a finger for it to go on.  luckily i'm out of the country in 7 days so i can't hurt the wallet too much </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909411/posts/default/94481209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909411/posts/default/94481209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristinp.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#94481209' title=''/><author><name>KP (kristin piccirillo)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17231148647292857110</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3909411.post-93953887</id><published>2003-05-07T15:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-07T15:41:34.556-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>imagine driving along the most straight, non-hilly road in the world (read: kansas) and then put it in the southern hemisphere... you haven't seen a building or a town in about 100kms, you have a car that only has a radio, and (your luck) that radio only has one station.  its 6:45 pm and you are listenin got kylie or somehting else equally bouncy and entertaining.  you haven't had human contact </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909411/posts/default/93953887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909411/posts/default/93953887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristinp.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#93953887' title=''/><author><name>KP (kristin piccirillo)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17231148647292857110</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3909411.post-93791372</id><published>2003-05-05T02:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-05T02:45:25.473-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>so, melbourne... i truly wasn't so sure of this city when i first arrived... maybe it was because i drove 600kms in one day before 2pm and hit the town with enough time to have a full blown case of road rage and just incompetant drivers to my left and right... maybe it was because within 10mintues of arriving at my hostel my wallet was $780 lighter from scheduling a trip into the red centre... </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909411/posts/default/93791372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909411/posts/default/93791372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristinp.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#93791372' title=''/><author><name>KP (kristin piccirillo)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17231148647292857110</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3909411.post-93790907</id><published>2003-05-05T02:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-05T02:28:16.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>so, i'm bored... i just had dinner and really have nothing to do, so why not do nothing while paying $4.50 an hour?  good plan?  probably not, but i'm not the sharpest knife in the drawer, right?so... there are a couple things that i really need to remember/share with others... ie stuff from down under that needs to get above, eh?like triple j  its a cool radio station. they play all the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909411/posts/default/93790907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909411/posts/default/93790907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristinp.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#93790907' title=''/><author><name>KP (kristin piccirillo)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17231148647292857110</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3909411.post-93787068</id><published>2003-05-04T23:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-04T23:59:02.973-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>on my drive into melbourne the other day i discovered that there is about 500kms (from about huskinsson to bairnsville?) where there is not a mcdonalds... it was really exciting... maybe mickey d's isn't taking over the world, maybe the small coffee shop can survive... but what did i do at km 501?  bought a sausage mcmuffin... oops. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909411/posts/default/93787068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909411/posts/default/93787068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristinp.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#93787068' title=''/><author><name>KP (kristin piccirillo)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17231148647292857110</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3909411.post-93786995</id><published>2003-05-04T23:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-04T23:56:53.596-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ok, so i am pissed. i just wrote something funny about my experiences in melbourne and then the computer i was on died.. well their internet stopped beign connected. so i checked and its gone. i don'tknow if i can be funny again (or if i care to try, cause this computer blows chunks.) but i might. but not now.  so i remember... it was about walking around the town, how it comparedto sydney, etc</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909411/posts/default/93786995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909411/posts/default/93786995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristinp.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#93786995' title=''/><author><name>KP (kristin piccirillo)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17231148647292857110</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3909411.post-93379926</id><published>2003-04-27T21:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-27T22:08:26.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>some pretty exciting stuff has been happening down under in the last few weeks, so sit back, get a drink and enjoy...our trip down highway one (the ONLY highway) continued with a few days in noosa on the gold coast... your basic resort town filled with overpriced crap food, super busy beaches, and fancy holiday homes that only old people and the rich can live in... it was lovely though, and my </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909411/posts/default/93379926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909411/posts/default/93379926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristinp.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#93379926' title=''/><author><name>KP (kristin piccirillo)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17231148647292857110</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3909411.post-93078676</id><published>2003-04-22T17:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-22T17:12:59.786-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>in sydney and going ot play ulitmate this weekend... i hope that i don't suck.  we hav ebeen tossing a lot and i feel 'pretty confident' about that, but i havent run in ages, so i hop ethat i can keep up!  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909411/posts/default/93078676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909411/posts/default/93078676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristinp.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#93078676' title=''/><author><name>KP (kristin piccirillo)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17231148647292857110</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3909411.post-92407846</id><published>2003-04-10T21:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-10T21:43:00.280-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i am truely one of hte most apathetic when it comes to politics, and its strange when everyone asks me what i think of bush and the war (only becuase i am american and should have an opinion)... but i am relieved that i do feel save travelling still and would not dream of cutting my trip short because OZ is not necessarily lumped in with the US and UK.ok, so this started as an email to a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909411/posts/default/92407846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909411/posts/default/92407846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristinp.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#92407846' title=''/><author><name>KP (kristin piccirillo)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17231148647292857110</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3909411.post-92407259</id><published>2003-04-10T21:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-10T21:31:40.513-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> loosa in noosa just spent a few days in noosa... your basic resort town filled with overpriced crap food and fancy holiday homes that only old poeple and the rich can live in... it was lovely though, and my tan increased about 3 fold... saw the swedish couple from cairns... it was great to see familliar popel adn we could compare our journeys down the coast.  today we drove to brisbane to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909411/posts/default/92407259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909411/posts/default/92407259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristinp.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#92407259' title=''/><author><name>KP (kristin piccirillo)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17231148647292857110</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3909411.post-92406604</id><published>2003-04-10T21:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-10T21:19:03.373-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> saviours in toyota corrollas... warning: this email was written over the course of 2 weeks or so. therefore it makes even less sense than any of my other emails, is insanely long, and is more a collection of stories than a fluid message to you all. 2nd warning... the computer i am on hates me and funked up my font size, etc.------- i write this email still dripping from my shower, as clean</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909411/posts/default/92406604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909411/posts/default/92406604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristinp.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#92406604' title=''/><author><name>KP (kristin piccirillo)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17231148647292857110</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3909411.post-92032719</id><published>2003-04-05T01:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-04-05T01:03:07.340-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i've never shopped for 10 people before and had to keep under AU$180... it was pretty nuts.  i think hugh and i argued more in that hour than we had this whole trip... it was mighty stressfull... so we are expelling our energy by writing nasty emails to our friends... i think its working ok.  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909411/posts/default/92032719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909411/posts/default/92032719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristinp.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#92032719' title=''/><author><name>KP (kristin piccirillo)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17231148647292857110</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3909411.post-92032645</id><published>2003-04-05T01:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-04-05T01:00:11.420-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>going nowhere... fast.   so as we were trying to get to rockhampton (the beef capital of OZ) we had another 'slight mishap' wiht buttercup.  all of a sudden the stupid car just STOPPED.  i mean, no warning, no chugging, no lights, nothing.thinking it was the petrol, we checked. ok.  since i'm not a car person, we thought about checkign other places, but of course, we couldn't tell that </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909411/posts/default/92032645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909411/posts/default/92032645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristinp.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#92032645' title=''/><author><name>KP (kristin piccirillo)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17231148647292857110</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3909411.post-92032546</id><published>2003-04-05T00:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-04-05T00:55:38.686-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>hugh and the koala...this actually happened last week sometime; we went to the billabong sanctuary outside of townsville... there we got to get up close and personal with a bunch of typically aussie animals... kangaroos, emus, cassowaries, wombats (which don't actually look like bats at all!) and koalas.  i definitely realized that i'm travelling wiht the human equivalent of a koala--small </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909411/posts/default/92032546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909411/posts/default/92032546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristinp.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#92032546' title=''/><author><name>KP (kristin piccirillo)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17231148647292857110</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3909411.post-91628635</id><published>2003-03-29T18:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-29T18:05:07.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>fill 'er upgas gauges are wonderful things... when they work, but when they don't they can make a drive slightly more adventurous.  hugh and i knew a couple of things as we started our journey from cairns...1. he has run out of gas 3 times in his life; i enjoy seeing if the fumes can get me to washu and back twice before i drive to the farther away but cheap station on hanley. 2.  our gas </summary><link 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great barrier reef: (not as good pix as i hoped) pix rainforest: pixmy pictures from the rest of NZ can be found from www.kristinp.blogspot.combig news from the holiday front... hugh and i are now the proud owners of a cell phone </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909411/posts/default/91385772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909411/posts/default/91385772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristinp.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#91385772' title=''/><author><name>KP (kristin piccirillo)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17231148647292857110</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3909411.post-91384370</id><published>2003-03-25T18:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-25T18:31:47.810-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>so hugh and i bought a car.. and he is spending the first moments in it driving to his hook-up girls hostel.  but no worries.  we will have plenty of time together in the next couple of months... i'll bee wishing that i let him stay in cairns!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909411/posts/default/91384370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909411/posts/default/91384370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristinp.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#91384370' title=''/><author><name>KP (kristin piccirillo)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17231148647292857110</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3909411.post-90967408</id><published>2003-03-18T19:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-25T18:37:07.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>hey there... updating my pictures... if you scan through all my old blogs and click on the highlighted htings you should hit the pix!oops... didn't include one of my emails... sotongariro crossing picturesdolphin swimming pictruesthe only thing that is a new locale... and not in an email is the trip that hugh and i just took... so that is here</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909411/posts/default/90967408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909411/posts/default/90967408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristinp.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#90967408' title=''/><author><name>KP (kristin piccirillo)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17231148647292857110</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3909411.post-90489311</id><published>2003-03-10T16:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-18T20:05:58.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>when i last emailed, i was about to embark on a trip around the east cape (pictures), a rugged, very unpopulated (more so then the rest of new zealand even!) section of the north island.  we left as the rain was POURING in rotorua--making the already sulfer-smelling air that much more potent.  we drove for ages and ages stopping for nothing cause it was raining so hard you couldn't even begin </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909411/posts/default/90489311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909411/posts/default/90489311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristinp.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#90489311' title=''/><author><name>KP (kristin piccirillo)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17231148647292857110</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3909411.post-89488679</id><published>2003-02-21T02:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-02-21T02:04:10.190-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>so i leave chch super early tomorrow.and i''m sad.but its slightly anti-climatic. i had a good time and all; it wasn't life changing.  i had a job... i made a little money.  i met cool people.  i even had a guy ask me to "sleep over" (i didn't).  and i'd come back.  but it wasn't like "wow, i did this in chch" or "wow, i had the most amazing time." it wasn't as exciting as sky-diving, or as</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909411/posts/default/89488679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909411/posts/default/89488679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristinp.blogspot.com/2003_02_01_archive.html#89488679' title=''/><author><name>KP (kristin piccirillo)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17231148647292857110</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3909411.post-89207592</id><published>2003-02-16T15:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-06T16:04:25.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>a couple cool projects that i'm not creative enough to come up with... this guy took a bet for 100 pounds that he would hitchhike around ireland with a fridge... tony hawkes this guy sold everythign in his house including canned ham for $1 then travelled around to see where it went. allmylifeforsale.com  a guy from portland (the top city for me to live in when i return to the states) </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909411/posts/default/89207592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909411/posts/default/89207592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristinp.blogspot.com/2003_02_01_archive.html#89207592' title=''/><author><name>KP (kristin piccirillo)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17231148647292857110</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3909411.post-88968474</id><published>2003-02-12T04:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-02-12T04:22:32.340-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>most distressing part about new zealand  13/2ok, so really, if this is it, then i'm not so bad off... but i was thinking about what to give the eccersalls for letting me stay with them for so long, and its really hard--i mean, i've been here almost 2 months... they feed me, let me spend ages on their internet, etc.  so i want it to be good.  real good.so, sophie, thier youngest is 16ish... </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909411/posts/default/88968474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909411/posts/default/88968474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristinp.blogspot.com/2003_02_01_archive.html#88968474' title=''/><author><name>KP (kristin piccirillo)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17231148647292857110</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3909411.post-88967017</id><published>2003-02-12T03:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-02-12T03:28:21.216-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i'm still kind of trying to get used to this whole weblog thing... am i hoping that people read it? do my desires for attention and other voyeristic qualities stretch to the fact that i wnat to write all that is occuring in my life online? or do i figure that i'm the only one that will actually check on this puppy later, and i can include my thoughts and feeling on, for lack of a better word, '</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909411/posts/default/88967017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909411/posts/default/88967017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristinp.blogspot.com/2003_02_01_archive.html#88967017' title=''/><author><name>KP (kristin piccirillo)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17231148647292857110</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3909411.post-88894334</id><published>2003-02-10T20:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-02-10T20:56:08.353-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>blah.... its super hot as hell here... i'm sweltering.  worked for a bit today, had a little wine tasting, now i'm melting at my computer.  pretty exciting, eh? i have to detail this up a bit, but i don't really have anythign to add. i'm pretty boring... always ahve been, and barring anything actually happening to me in the future, i probably will be for a while.  alas.  such is life. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909411/posts/default/88894334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909411/posts/default/88894334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristinp.blogspot.com/2003_02_01_archive.html#88894334' title=''/><author><name>KP (kristin piccirillo)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17231148647292857110</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3909411.post-88261173</id><published>2003-01-30T02:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-25T18:35:39.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> what rhymes with orange? haven't been up to much since i wrote you beforedays of work, kickfit and spider solitare--you would think it a borebut really, its quite lovely, and i'll let you know whyi feel quite at home... it'll be tough to say good-byenow the reason that i'm writing my whole thing in rhymeis that i'm awaiting a bus and have oodles of timei had a few days off from work on</summary><link 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summer in city.  after abotu the longest, chilliest spring in nz, i'm happy to finally sweat a little.   i haven't been doing too much in the past month since i emailed; so i'll sum that up pretty quick:after the milford track and "hangin' </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909411/posts/default/87864914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909411/posts/default/87864914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristinp.blogspot.com/2003_01_01_archive.html#87864914' title=''/><author><name>KP (kristin piccirillo)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17231148647292857110</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3909411.post-87209201</id><published>2003-01-10T00:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-01-10T00:11:32.420-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>coxsackie .. wah?!in an unexpected turn of events i have somehow come down with coxsackie virus. yeppers. i even made teh doctor spell it for me, cause i thought that maybe i had a hearing infection too.  now, i would like to state for the record that yes,  there are just TOO MANY JOKES that one can make about the virus. i promise you that i did not do ANYTHING DIRTY to be striken with such a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909411/posts/default/87209201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909411/posts/default/87209201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristinp.blogspot.com/2003_01_01_archive.html#87209201' title=''/><author><name>KP (kristin piccirillo)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17231148647292857110</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3909411.post-86716485</id><published>2002-12-30T15:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-12-30T15:30:55.040-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> new years eve day... early beautiful weather, went running.... ahh summer.  i have settled in to christchurch rather well--i met some cool people on the u of canterbury ultimate club team and am going to go with them to the national cricket game tomorrow (not quite as exciting as the year i went to the rose bowl, but hey, its a sporting event) ... i am going to live ina house (with a family </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909411/posts/default/86716485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909411/posts/default/86716485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristinp.blogspot.com/2002_12_01_archive.html#86716485' title=''/><author><name>KP (kristin piccirillo)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17231148647292857110</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3909411.post-86531342</id><published>2002-12-25T17:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-12-25T17:54:11.896-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>day after christmas ... and i'm slightly hungover, slightly cold (the gods haven't totally gotten the memo that its summer here and there is snow on the mountains and i'm wearing my new jumper that my mom got for me..) and i'm slightly not in the mood to do laundry, which is todays big "boxing day" project.  leave queenstown tomorrow to check out hte wild world of christchurch, which should be </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909411/posts/default/86531342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909411/posts/default/86531342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristinp.blogspot.com/2002_12_01_archive.html#86531342' title=''/><author><name>KP (kristin piccirillo)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17231148647292857110</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3909411.post-86454092</id><published>2002-12-23T15:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-06T16:03:10.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>so... i'm stuck in te anau... its dec. 24th.  i really want to be in queenstown where i can pick up the christmas package that my parents sent me... but alas.  i can't get out of this crappy town till 5 pm (which of course, is after business hours.)  i will be back before the debauchery that is christmas, but i don't know if i'll have time ot do my laundry and everything before the drinking </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909411/posts/default/86454092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909411/posts/default/86454092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristinp.blogspot.com/2002_12_01_archive.html#86454092' title=''/><author><name>KP (kristin piccirillo)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17231148647292857110</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3909411.post-86210285</id><published>2002-12-18T00:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-12-18T00:37:20.353-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> hoW To foLlOw iN KrIStiN's fOotSTePs (size 7.5 US)  OnE   realize that the american economy is still not where it should be and in order for situations to "work themselves out" you don't have to be involved and ditch anythings that even remotely look like obligations.  this could be jobs, school, or even job searching... it will be there when you return--you, more worldly and "experienced" </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909411/posts/default/86210285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909411/posts/default/86210285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristinp.blogspot.com/2002_12_01_archive.html#86210285' title=''/><author><name>KP (kristin piccirillo)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17231148647292857110</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3909411.post-85964665</id><published>2002-12-13T14:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-02-16T16:00:02.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>  new post. no witty headline so... freedom is fleeting and you are only young once, right?  so when i last described my "settling in one locale" as it were, i didn't really give the impression that i would tire of that lifestlye in 4.5 weeks right? well... it happens.  i have since packed up my backpack--(stuff just expands on its own, you know that?) and have hopped back on the big green bus </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909411/posts/default/85964665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909411/posts/default/85964665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristinp.blogspot.com/2002_12_01_archive.html#85964665' title=''/><author><name>KP (kristin piccirillo)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17231148647292857110</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3909411.post-84450988</id><published>2002-11-12T19:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-11-12T19:04:32.113-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> life goes on so... i've settled in queenstown for the time being.  i have a lovely flat near the downtown area. (its actually in a hostel... a "private" room)  i make beds for about 2.5 hours a day for free room and board.  its not SO bad, except that if any of you remember my apt. from stl you would know that i never used a vacuum there and now i vacuum rooms EVERY DAY.  and i do a lot of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909411/posts/default/84450988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909411/posts/default/84450988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristinp.blogspot.com/2002_11_01_archive.html#84450988' title=''/><author><name>KP (kristin piccirillo)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17231148647292857110</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3909411.post-83945321</id><published>2002-11-02T20:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-11-02T20:55:40.363-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> whats going on old email... old email... old email...i'm in whitianga right now, on the coromodel peninsula a bit east and north of auckland... i am still in "holiday mode."  we (some backpackers that i have met in the past few days) have dissected the whole thing and decided that going on holiday (or vacationing in american english) is SO incredibly different than traveling (or backpacking, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909411/posts/default/83945321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909411/posts/default/83945321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristinp.blogspot.com/2002_11_01_archive.html#83945321' title=''/><author><name>KP (kristin piccirillo)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17231148647292857110</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3909411.post-83945215</id><published>2002-11-02T20:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-11-02T20:52:05.873-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>my bum warning... you probably read this...i'm writing from a cyber-laundry cafe, so while my things are spinnning i wanted to send a short email cause I WENT SKYDIVING THIS AFTERNOON! it was AMAZING!!!!  (don't worry, i am sending the video to my parents, so i'm sure that sometime you all will see the cinematic adventure epic-kristin does skydiving and lands on her bum at the end) it was </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909411/posts/default/83945215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909411/posts/default/83945215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristinp.blogspot.com/2002_11_01_archive.html#83945215' title=''/><author><name>KP (kristin piccirillo)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17231148647292857110</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3909411.post-83945100</id><published>2002-11-02T20:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-11-02T20:56:21.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>sweet as this is a previous email...so, i have spent WAY to much time organizing my picutures into separte albums and describing MOST (not all of them).  so, enjoy. well... i spent the last week in national park villiage (ie the middle of nowhere on the north island).  i went skiing on mt. ruapehu--one of three volcanos on the central plateau.  it erupted in 1995 and they say it will blow </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909411/posts/default/83945100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909411/posts/default/83945100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristinp.blogspot.com/2002_11_01_archive.html#83945100' title=''/><author><name>KP (kristin piccirillo)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17231148647292857110</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3909411.post-83944830</id><published>2002-11-02T20:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-11-02T20:44:15.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> two hours after low tide   this is a previous email  but there are pictures attached now! so i haven't written in a very long time, so you might want to take this email in two doses--its a long one. when i last wrote i was in wellington (the 2nd largest city in new zealand and i little taste of civilization).  I went to the Te Papa museum... a HUGE FREE museum which looks at NZ history adn </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909411/posts/default/83944830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909411/posts/default/83944830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristinp.blogspot.com/2002_11_01_archive.html#83944830' title=''/><author><name>KP (kristin piccirillo)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17231148647292857110</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3909411.post-83942510</id><published>2002-11-02T19:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-11-02T20:30:53.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> the rest of the week whereas the rest of my travels have been quick drives for one location to the next followed with long stays in each "new" town, this past week has been spent in 5 different places of 7 days. not that they weren't interesting and wonderful places to be, i just felt like sticking on the kiwi bus a bit more... i made some really cool friends who all had less time in NZ so i </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909411/posts/default/83942510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909411/posts/default/83942510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristinp.blogspot.com/2002_11_01_archive.html#83942510' title=''/><author><name>KP (kristin piccirillo)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17231148647292857110</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3909411.post-83901075</id><published>2002-11-01T17:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-11-02T19:56:49.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> franz josef hike on oct 28th i hiked on the franz josef glacier... this is one of two on the west coast glacier.  well known because they are some of the closest to oceans.  franz is also the steepest and fastest moving commercially guided glacier.  it was sweet as... little fact break:  through franz is the alpine fault which pushes the alps up close to the ocean.  this also causes more </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909411/posts/default/83901075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909411/posts/default/83901075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristinp.blogspot.com/2002_11_01_archive.html#83901075' title=''/><author><name>KP (kristin piccirillo)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17231148647292857110</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3909411.post-83900102</id><published>2002-11-01T17:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-11-02T19:45:52.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> my crazy halloween DISCLAIMER:  since this is going to be posted for the whole world to see it will not necessarily be a totally accurate account of my past few days.  the actual account would include many vulgar words and statements that you proabbly didn't even know that i knew.------peer pressure is a dangerous thing; english boys are crazy; and i have officially gone insane. as we </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909411/posts/default/83900102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909411/posts/default/83900102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristinp.blogspot.com/2002_11_01_archive.html#83900102' title=''/><author><name>KP (kristin piccirillo)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17231148647292857110</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
