After a rough start, all I have to say is Del Mar. Of the Ocean I thrive by the ocean. And it's the name of my "new" beach bike. A deal at $30!
Day 2 – Del Mar
Day 1 – E Komo Mai
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 →
Day 1: Joy and Sorrow
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. 😁
Wedding in Scotland
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 →
Road Trip with Dad and Blue Bullet
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 →
Cruising near Cuba
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 →
What era are you in?
Have you ever thought about what era your life is in or was in? I was asked to consider this in a memoir writing class I am taking this quarter. The instructor promised this would lead us to a story or two even... There was one caveat, the era had to be linked with an... Continue Reading →
Have you tried having a re-birthday?
I turned 44 a few days ago and I had a re-birthday. Perhaps it is a "turning 44 thing?" 44 is a whimsical number it looks like two chairs standing on their head. The day before the re-birth - my worldview was rearranged - I was not selected for a job, I was not promoted.... Continue Reading →
Lost in Analogy…
Sitting on the bus in my decaffeinated and hungry state - bleary eyed, a mild headache, and a low grumble in my stomach – I tried to absorb the scenery. We rolled through a rural landscape of fields of grass bordered with wooden fencing and second growth forest, a jumble of tropical plants in slightly... Continue Reading →
When I was a basketball player…
My height is an aspect about my physical appearance that I just can't hide. I really can't hide. Not in a crowd, not in the subway, or the supermarket, nope I stick out. The only place I have traveled where I felt short was in the Netherlands. Everyone there, women included, were tall! Even the... Continue Reading →
Rebecca Francesca Reuter Puerto 