Category: Gonzo Girl
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Call the Ambulance!
Many years ago my good friend, Jeri, and I traveled to Italy on an unforgettable adventure. With Rick Steves’, “Europe Through the Back Door”, as our bible, we used a eurail train pass to get from town to town, covering way too much ground in just a few weeks. We saw countless cathedrals, palaces and…
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Perfect
Am I an angsty drama queen? Was Sean right when he asked if I looked for trouble just to create an interesting blog? Maybe. Because the last few days have been practically perfect. This doesn’t happen often when bike packing. So, what could I possibly write about that was interesting? Could I write about the…
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Our Lady of the Train Station
The train system in Europe is amazing, but for the uninitiated it can be a bit overwhelming at first. So when the Old Lady with a shopping bag approached us at the S Bahn ticket kiosk in the Munich airport, we were grateful for her assistance. “Vere are you going?” she asked, outing us as…
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Maggie’s Beads
As I pulled the beautiful blue glass bead from my back pack, I knew I had a perfect place to put it. We were in Porto, Portugal on the main boardwalk along the river. A blue dingy was on the dock, waiting. The bead needed to be on this boat. It was so apropo because the creator…
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Snow Day
Getting sick is a little like a snow day. I have vivid memories of waking up as a kid, the radio going and my mom walking into my room saying, “School is cancelled. Snow day.” Then she’d slog back to the kitchen, prepping for the obligatory hot cocoa and endless, wet and muddy laundry. I…
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What Could Possibly Happen?
The weather app indicates 34 degrees and a chance of rain. And some wind. Great. The idea of leaving my cozy living room is less than wonderful. As I slog around the house getting all my gear, I wonder about this cycling addiction I have. What draws me to long distance trips which, if you’ve…
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My Shamans
Bart. That was the name of my first Shaman. It was the early 2000’s. My family had decided to spend the Christmas holiday in the small seaside village of Puerto Morelos, Mexico. Sitting on the beach, terribly hungover from a night of Margaritas followed by cartwheels down the street, I struck up a conversation with…
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Another Inconvenient Truth
The package arrived without fanfare. No white van pulling into my driveway. No text with a photo assuring that said package arrived. Instead, I opened up the mailbox and found a plain brown box. What did I order? I had to search my brain a bit, which isn’t so unusual these days. Right! The special…
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One Tiny Sock
I woke up with a surge of sadness. Three days of chaotic joy. Running Singing Rapture at the moon. Puddles Dirt Wonder in the mundane. Tears Laugther Each moment a gift. Carefully wrapped in a precious memory.
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Holy Puck! She’s Amazing.
I really like badass women. Take the character, Mattie Ross from the movie True Grit. A young woman hires a washed up US Marshall to exact revenge on her murdered dad. But she takes this plan to the badass level by insisting on joining him on a journey which ends with a rattlesnake bite, an…
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