Rebecca Francesca Reuter Puerto
Screenwriter, travel writer, marine biologist
Disclaimer: This post is not meant to be used as a recipe and it may contain images that vegetarians and vegans may find offensive. Yes I am an omnivore, please don't judge me. A pig is roasting over smoldering coals above an aluminum box under palm trees, a garlic tinged smokey haze drifts through the... Continue Reading →
Most of us weren't there, but all of our lives were touched. How are you remembering D-Day? A moment of silence, pondering the existence of war, wondering if there really is a need. They die, We live, We die, They live, We die, We live, We mourn, We celebrate, We watch an IMAX documentary We... Continue Reading →
My last post was written in Santa Fe on the eve of attending the Santa Fe Science Writer's workshop. I shared "I have a great passion to help people not only understand but to be a part of the scientific process, to share in the discovery of new places or celebrate the innovative spirit of... Continue Reading →
Writing is hard. Riding a horse on a dusty trail for hundreds of miles, in oven hot temperatures, with dust devils threatening you, as they did on the Santa Fe trail almost two hundred years ago, is hard too. Writing story, whether it be about fictitious werewolves on the Olympic Peninsula of Washington State or... Continue Reading →
Author's note: This story shares an event in my childhood, my dad's 40th birthday, whose impact subconsciously stayed with me into adulthood. Today would have been my father's 80th birthday - he died last November, ten days before my 43rd birthday, a few months after I finished this story. I grew to love my dad... Continue Reading →
Disclaimer: I have been using the wordpress app on my iPhone for the blogs while on my trip. It is a pathetic application with no way to save a draft so I can work on it on my kindle after posting pictures. WordPress needs to understand that writers like all artists need a sketchbook and... Continue Reading →
Wednesday was the chosen day. We packed our father's ashes to drive them to their final resting place. The grave of his father. A reunion 70 years in the making. From the shores of the English Channel near Fort La Varde, the last location my grandfather was stationed, we drove inland 130 kilometers towards the... Continue Reading →
Saint Malo, a fortified city dating back 100s of years, an important center of maritime trade and the closest town to fort La Varde where my grandfather was stationed prior to his death. A fascinating place. I hope the pictures do her justice. Solidor tower - a maritime museum paying tribute to the history of... Continue Reading →
I arrived to Paris at 2pm local time. Almost 24 hours after I left Seattle. My brother was waiting for me outside customs just as planned. We can now hop in the rental car and continue our pilgrimage to Normandy by driving four hours to Saint Malo. Well not just yet... Something was missing. My... Continue Reading →
I am in London's Heathrow airport. If you read my blog from yesterday this stop was not on my itinerary. How did I get here? The flight from Dallas to Paris on American Airlines was cancelled. Mechanical problems. "We have rebooked you to arrive tomorrow at 6pm." Said the ticket agent on the phone. "That... Continue Reading →
Rebecca Francesca Reuter Puerto 