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Alison, I miss the pharmacies in Australia! You walk in, take a number, describe what the problem is to the pharmacist on duty, and events move on from there. The pharmacy in my neighborhood in Melbourne was in the same building as my GP's office, and sometimes I'd be told to "run up and see Dr. Gracie, love..."

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I’m inferring that the US may have the worst pharmacies in the world. :(

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And the most expensive!

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Lol. It was presented on a plate, whole and glazed, and it looked very much like a rat. El Exelente would reject it on two counts: its rat-look demeanor, and the small portion. And btw, these days he favors Frosted Flakes over Muesli and other dry cereals. I hope you’re keeping a list.

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Not only Europe: in Peru I was feeling queasy, probably from the corn whiskey at a small cantina near Macchu Picchu, or perhaps the memory of tasting Guinea pig roasted whole, so B, our tour guide, stopped the van and took me to a tiny, well-stocked pharmacy, acted translator between me and the pharmacist, and i walked away with a packet of pills and capsules that cleared my nausea in half an hour--and that in the US I’d need a visit to the doctor’s office to have prescribed.

As for Muesli: well, just repeating its name will cleanse your bowels!

Thanks for helping me reminisce!

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Do you think El Exelente wiil want us to roast a Guinea pig for him as one of our Nobemcer meals? I bet he could write a poem about it.

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Lovely!

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You are always my first reader. I appreciate you!

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I'm retired, yet still glued to my computer! Welcome back to the PNW

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