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Saturday, December 29, 1990
A former Nazi bunker in the French border town of Hendaye. I always felt it was a very powerful place, probably because it was the most significant "brush with history" that I'd had at the time.
Spiritual, silly, multi-cultural mountain of a man. Originally American but now Dutch, I speak fluent English, Spanish and Dutch as well as a fair amoount of Japanese, French and Basque. Have a job I (finally) love, a wonderful husband who I love even more, and a fantasy life of international travel (at least for a boy from the heart of agricultural America!).
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