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Tapas Galore on my Last Night in Spain
I came back from the Toledo trip in time for a seven o’clock anticipated Saturday Mass. Instead of going back to the bus depot, I requested our tour bus driver to drop me off at Gran Via, closest to my hotel street and from there, I walked for less than five minutes to the 17th- century Iglesia de Nuestra Senora del Carmen y San Luis Obispo on Calle del Carmen. This church used to belong to the old San Damaso Carmelite Convent that has since been disentailed. It continues to

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Made in Hong Kong
In 1981, a song with a rather annoying, but I must admit, very catchy tune, made it to the airwaves in the Philippines, where I used to live. I would not describe it exactly as a hit song, but it was popular enough that I remember hearing it at least twice a day on the radio. It’s called, “Made in Hong Kong” and it was sung by actress/singer, Claudja Barry. To this day, all I can remember is the highly-synthesized refrain that ran over and over again, “Made in Hong Kong, made

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