Rebecca Francesca Reuter Puerto
Screenwriter, travel writer, marine biologist
Seattle-Dallas-Paris This will be my route today. I am leaving a peaceful, snow covered Seattle, warm snuggles with my kitties and morning coffee with my love. The physical part of this pilgrimage begins with 17 hours of travel. Four hour flight to Dallas; four hour layover; nine hour flight to Paris. It will be 10am... Continue Reading →
Maps - check Rain gear - check Thermals - check Cameras - check Passport - check I have been on countless trips, yet I still find packing a challenge. I check the weather. It will be cold and rainy, just like Seattle. I visualize the terrain, hills, beach, mud and sand. What shoes do I... Continue Reading →
What would you do if you learned the location of your grandfather's grave, who died during World War II, was in fact known? For 43 years I thought my grandfather died during the D-day invasion along the Normandy coast of northern France. I also thought his body was lost to history, no grave, no cemetery.... Continue Reading →
Powerful expose!
There is nothing like walking through the stacks of books in a library.It doesn't matter if the library is a neighborhood library or the Library of Congress there is something magical about them. I have known this for most of my life. In elementary school, I volunteered in my school library. I learned how to... Continue Reading →
The fog outside this morning is like pea soup. Driving through this stuff is not impossible but it does mess with my eyes. Or is it because it is a Monday morning and my two cups of coffee haven't kicked in yet? I have my second cup of coffee with me on my drive to... Continue Reading →
What does the shutdown of the U.S. government mean to you? I'm directly impacted. My day job is gone, yes temporarily, but I sort of like serving my country and ensuring sustainable U.S. seafood - jobs, food, money, communities, environment all impacted by the harvesting of fish. OK, and I really like getting a paycheck.... Continue Reading →
I sit in the grandstand with three layers of clothing on: thermal base layer, sweater, rain coat, under cool misting clouds in the center of Scotland. In front of me are massive brutes in kilts throwing large rocks (stone) or attempting to toss a branchless tree trunk (caber) end over end, bag pipe bands squeal... Continue Reading →
Born and raised in the city of Chicago, I was surrounded by a mix of ethnicities and cultures. In my neighborhood of Rogers Park we were a delightful blend of spices. A little creole seasoning, chocolate molé, spicy salsa, green curry and other delicious sauces. Me, my classmates, my friends could have represented many of... Continue Reading →
How do you connect to your cultural roots? I like connecting with food. Cooking Cuban food floods my house with the smells I remember from my Abuela's kitchen. I felt her spirit guide me as I crushed the garlic, sauted the sofrito and swayed my hips to the Cuban music playing in the background. Last... Continue Reading →
Rebecca Francesca Reuter Puerto 