Rebecca Francesca Reuter Puerto
Screenwriter, travel writer, marine biologist
The weather in Hawaii is beautiful. Eighty degrees, trade winds are blowing a gentle breeze and making the humidity seem less. I drive to work with my windows all the way down. Then there is the temperature in my studio. Hot, humid, and stuffy. No breeze can find its way into my abode because of... Continue Reading →
Stayed in town today. DelMar and I went to the farmers market, the post office, and the hardware store. To make DelMar more practical I thought about buying her a basket but it cost more than she did. Luckily, DelMar has a nice rack over her back wheel and with a couple of bungee cords... Continue Reading →
Aloha Festival's 70th annual floral parade was today. I took the bus from Kailua all the way to Honolulu (a little over an hour, but air conditioned!). There were marching bands, people in cars driving by and waving or shaka-ing. But my favorite were the Pa'u riders.... Continue Reading →
Time to celebrate the passing of week one. I moved to a new place, made it my own, and started my temporary assignment for work. I have met beautiful people and have the most beautiful commute to work - 20ish minutes up then down the H-3 through Jurrasic park looking mountains (because it was filmed... Continue Reading →
My first day was a long day. Flight was fine, getting rental car, and even going to Costco was fine (great place to buy fish!).I arrived to my rental - no problem (google maps didn't let me down). All looked great until I began to settle in. It was cluttered. Stuff in desk? Stuff in... Continue Reading →
Joy to be leaving cold and rainy Seattle. Sorrow- leaving my sweet, furry, babies... and my sweetheart (photo bomb by Sasquatch). Six hours until paradise. 😁
Why am I getting married in Scotland? I fell in love with an American man whose heritage takes him back to Scotland on both sides of his family. Three generations ago, in the mid-1800s, his mom's grandfather immigrated from the Orkney Islands to Canada. His dad's Scottish heritage is a bit murky. All we know... Continue Reading →
Blue Bullet chugged as she ascended the last few hundred feet to the summit of the Colorado Rockies. The 1985 Toyota passenger van was weighed down with my post-college graduation possessions, like books, a futon and my hot pink Vespa scooter. My dad and I were moving me from my childhood home of Chicago to... Continue Reading →
On December 17th, 2014, I was on a cruise ship, sailing to within four miles of the coast of Cuba. I was on a cruise with my mother, my husband and best friend from high school. We just left the Bahamas and were on our way to Ocho Rios Jamaica. I knew the ship would... Continue Reading →
The gym I go to is only four blocks away from my home. Those four blocks can be an obstacle to overcome on some mornings, on others, like today, they help me wake up. It is dark at 6:00 a.m. The robins are singing, the crescent moon glows through wisps of clouds, the sweet smell... Continue Reading →
Rebecca Francesca Reuter Puerto 