They Pay You to Do What?

December 1988: I’ve got no job, no money, and seemingly no prospects. Maybe you’d rate digging around in an organic vegetable plot in western Ireland as a fantastic prospect, but not me. I can tell you that organic gardening is bloody hard work for little reward. Rain… mud… frostbitten toes. Slugs… snails… rabbits. The end result? Lettuces and cabbages that resemble lace curtains.

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10 Travel Treasures

“The World is a book, and those who do not travel read only a page.” – St. Augustine Some people salivate when they hear…

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A 5-Star Lifestyle

“Travel is the frivolous part of serious lives, and the serious part of frivolous ones.” – Anne Sophie Swetchine December 1988: No job, no…

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