Dear Sydney Opera House, Make no mistake: I really, really dig you. I have for years. Behold this photo of an appallingly young looking me standing at your front steps in 2008: – Actually, I guess I wasn’t young looking. I was actually young. Time is a cruel mistress (pass the margarita … flavored cupcakes).
I know I’ve accosted you all with photo after photo of Hayman Island and the Great Barrier Reef. I hope you’ll forgive me if I post a few more, before moving on to Sydney. Because, damn it, the islands were just lovely and maybe, just maybe, I want to squeeze my eyes shut and pretend…
– I’ve been having a lot of trouble blogging lately. It’s something I’ve been trying to ignore – throwing up a post here and there, attempting to make them funny and light when frankly, my heart just hasn’t been in it. I originally started this blog for Rand. Having been cursed since birth to roam…
It’s supposedly going to be sunny this weekend in Seattle (I am cautiously optimistic). I might need to take my French books outside to study. Because next week? We’re leaving for Paris. Or maybe I’ll just prepare for that trip by preemptively eating croissants. You enjoy these links. ————— David Sedaris, on the joys of…
Some days we pushed ourselves. We’d kayak in the morning, and snorkel in the afternoon. We’d hike to the edges of the island, as far as we could safely go, and sometimes even a little farther than that. – –
– Nature, I think, has a plan for all of us. The nice part about being humans with free will is that we can either choose to go along with what nature dictates, or fight against it every step of the way. For example, given my wide hips and my terrible sense of direction, it’s…
– I am pleased to say there was one thing on Hayman Island that was affordable (well, relatively, anyway). Rather shockingly, it was the snorkeling. Food was heart-stoppingly expensive, and our room was pricey, but the actual cost of a snorkeling trip? Downright reasonable. For $40 each, we’d get a round trip boat ride to…
We’re home for the weekend. We’ll be here for one and half full weeks, which feels downright calming. No need to dig through a suitcase, frantically searching for clean underwear (instead, I’ll frantically search in a drawer, like a civilized person). No leaving a tip each morning for housekeeping (instead, I’ll just live in the…
Today’s post is the exciting conclusion of our snorkeling adventures on the Outer Reef. Don’t forget to read Part 1. – Our seaplane had just landed in the middle of the Great Barrier Reef. Remembering how often lofty expectations led to disappointment, I did my best to calm my brain, which was racing with thoughts…
Tales of Food, Feminism, and Fury
by Geraldine DeRuiter
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