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Archangel of health and patron saint of travellers
My childhood friend Fred always said that once you're married and you have kids you can forget about travelling. You'll be stuck at home changing nappies and feeling tired. This blog is dedicated to Fred and all the other old-young people to show them that there is life after birth. Travelling, having fun and discovering the world is always open to you even with a nappy in one hand and your baby's ankles in the other.
Raphael
Archangel of health and patron saint of travellers
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February
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- About Sofia
- Baby boom
- Gushi gushi
- The Golden Girls
- Eating solids
- Lunch
- We have a cat
- Life at minus 25
- Sleeping tight
- Hibernation
- Winter walk
- Horse pets
- Cherni Vreh
- Botev and Maragidik
- Maragidik and Ostrets
- Winter wonderland
- Walk in Ostrets
- Mountain lodge
- 180 degree view
- Race on
- Testing, testing...
- Winning spirit
- His first words
- Irakplastic
- Our lunch
- Raphael's lunch
- Steel-town
- Lela Mitche
- Kukeri
- Kukeri festival
- Croatian Kukeri
- Macedonian Dubchek
- Bielorussian Kukeri
- Corsican Kukeri
- Furbee Kukeri
- Brixton Kukeri
- Chewbaka Kukeri
- Basque Kukeri
- Chinese Kukeri
- Zaedno
- Fiesta
- She-Kukeri
- Baby Kukeri
- Bride & Groom
- The in-laws
- The gimp
- Spring maidens
- The priest
- The Devil
- Shep
- Chi & Helen's sister
- The Sex-goddess
- The Gambler
- The cripple
- The vet
- The Burgmeister
- Miss Marple
- Baba Yaga
- The hunter
- Father and baby
- No passports
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