I met a guy here who attended Sanskrit school in India with Prudence, the real life muse of the Beatles in the song "Dear Prudence."
I met a woman who lived for a few months in an ashram with Elizabeth Gilbert, author of Eat Pray Love.
My managing editor met Fidel Castro during her Semester at Sea trip around the world. He was amused by her question about 'free speech' and found her after his address to talk to her personally.
The woman in the desk behind me wrote a poem about the joys of butter during World War II when everything was rationed. She won a prize and it was published in a local newspaper.
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Much better :P. Sounds like a frikkin sweet place, and the pictures are gorgeous. There is a distinct possibility I will come visit you when I get home, if you're still there.
Two words Spence: cramp and style.
And you should come. Just let me know when you're in the country.
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