Author: Gonzo Girl
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No Airlift
As we posed for our Bon Voyage picture at SeaTac airport, my sister in law called out teasingly, “You two look like you’re in an ad for AARP magazine!” Here we were, heading out for a huge bicycling adventure, and somehow it slipped my mind that Rick and I are, well, mature. Not in the…
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Trust Yourself
I wonder if Magellan felt nervous before he voyaged into unknown waters? Did Vasco de Gama lay awake at night second guessing his decision to trust a centuries old sea map and establish a sailing route to India? And Columbus? Was he secretly over-thinking every aspect of his big journey into the cavernous Atlantic Ocean?…
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Be Strong
“Do you think we should pay attention to that sign?” Rick says just a little sarcastically as he pedals up next to me. “What sign?” I gasp, as I down-shift. He laughs. “Oh, you know, the huge one back there that reads, ‘Trail Closed’”. We had been training for our big ride across Europe for…
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Thank God for Naive Optimism
As I write this, I am catapulted back to 2016, when we were embarking on our two year adventure in Thailand. That first blog was so rosy and hopeful and so very naive. Frankly, if we had known more, Rick and I probably would have opted for a “safer” choice. Luckily, we did not and…
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Unrequited
“I know we’d be best friends”, I thought as I finished the epic book, The Storyteller: Tales of Life and Music by Dave Grohl. I imagine that if we were introduced at some dive bar, we would hit it off instantly. I mean, Dave and I, we have a lot in common. He’s witty. I’m…
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I Heart Millennials
My statement was met with disbelief. So, I repeated myself, very slowly. “When I was a kid, no one used olive oil. We used Crisco or Wesson oil.” Both sons just shook their heads sadly. Finally, one son said, “But mom, how did people make dipping sauce for artisan bread? How did they make Aglio e Olio? How did they…
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Pandemic-American Style
Remember when you’d go to work even though you had a little sniffle, maybe a cough, even a scratchy throat? Hell, remember when you went in with a 102 temp after you threw up a little that morning? Nothing a little Tylenol couldn’t fix. Ah, the good ‘ol days! One such occasion stands out clearly…
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Returning to America
My personal ad would read something like: “Middle-aged woman, repatriated Expat, desperately seeking Authentic Thai Green Curry. Looking for homemade curry paste full of fiery hot crushed Birds Eye peppers. Prefer Thai eggplant. No peas or carrots. Fusion Pan Asian Curries need not respond.” During the last few years, I’ve searched the Pacific Northwest for this…
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I won’t miss the traffic
Airplanes are like a vacuum- a moment in between. Walking in out of steaming, sweaty humidity into a blast of orchid scented air conditioning. From gritty street food to perfectly portioned and packaged cuisine. From an energizing life full of twists and turns to a controlled and sterile environment. Time stands still as I anxiously…
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Fear 101
My cousin Dave is one of those people that somehow knows a lot about a lot. Frankly, I’m not sure where he gets most of his information. But, no matter his sources, I’ve yet to be disappointed with his knowledge and advice. The man is a carpenter by trade, but has interests that run the…
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