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So I went home recently to see mom and as usual it was a fun trip... here are a few pix's.

The windmills...

The sun just rising...

Paddy fields...

Visited the special school too...

And hung out with the kids... I miss that.  

Made some vegetable puffs... 

I seriously love these...

Tried baking Biscotti, they turned out alright...

Melted some bitter Hazelnut chocolate to make a cake...

Here are the Almond Biscotti's and the cake.

Went to Holy Cross Convent, and visited the pretty chapel there...

Inside the chapel...
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Beth Niquette said…
What amazing pictures...OH, my. That sunset fills my eyes.
1:03 AM
PurpleHeart said…
That's what is called wholesome goodness !
5:07 AM
Nitya said…
awww...theres seriously no place like home! Its the quiet, unaffected, and rawness of the air thats food for our soul. Its a long time again and hey we should all plan a holiday, just cousins...what do u say? A plan begins with a thought, so here we go...
9:19 AM
S. Susan Deborah said…
Somebody's been having a ball out there. Christmas is on the way and I am sure you have prepared your menu.

Seems like a long time. How have you been, lady?

Joy always,
Susan
4:25 PM
Karen Xavier said…
Beth, I took these pictures from the train as it slowly made its way to my place.

Sandhya, :)

Nitya, yes... that will be wonderful. WE'll plan something.

Hey Susan, its going good... there's a palpable sense of excitement in the air.
7:26 PM
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