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  • Rain water showers, and ocean views in every room are pretty great. But what really makes this Labadee bungalow a slice of paradise is the Haitian people you'll meet during your stay.
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  • Just meters from the water, this lovingly restored fisherman’s cabin will make you feel like you’re aboard an old clipper ship (that somehow has an herb garden and a wood-fired pizza oven).
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Photo: @thelittleblackshack
  • This sunlit room in Chicago’s North Side is made for more than yoga and meditation. It’s also great for a little coffee and conversation. Particularly, recounting tales of last night’s escapades at the Green Mill, Al Capone’s favorite jazz club, three blocks away.
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Photo: @riverandtree_b_and_b
  • No guidebook can compete with a passionate local. Sayuri will take you to spots you won’t find on any map—and help you understand how nature has helped shape the island’s culture. Every hike is different: your tastes and the weather will determine where you go (and how many waterfalls you see).
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It was a Saturday night, and such a Sabbath as followed! Ex officio professors of Sabbath breaking are all whalemen. The ivory Pequod was turned into what seemed a shamble; every sailor a butcher. You would have thought we were offering up ten thousand red oxen.

I have given no small attention to that not unvexed subject, the skin of the whale. I have had controversies about it with experienced whalemen afloat, and learned naturalists ashore. My original opinion remains unchanged; but it is only an opinion.

For the strain constantly kept up by the windlass continually keeps the whale rolling over and over in the water, and as the blubber in one strip uniformly peels off along the line called the “scarf,” simultaneously cut by the spades of Starbuck and Stubb, the mates; and just as fast as it is thus peeled off, and indeed by that very act itself.

The men at the windlass then cease heaving, and for a moment or two the prodigious blood-dripping mass sways to and fro as if let down from the sky, and every one present must take good heed to dodge it when it swings, else it may box his ears and pitch him again.

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