It is a fall of firsts, starting with a weekend in August that featured my first yoga retreat, first time sea kayaking, first time camping from a boat, first time to Friday Harbor, and the list goes on. The weekend involved 11 remarkable women, 6 kayaks, 20+ miles on the water, a hump back whale, lots of laughter, seals, bald eagles, mouthwatering local produce and delicious meals, a quaint BNB, a rainy night in a tent, being wet and cold, delighting in the sun, four Orcas, with a few sessions of yoga thrown in for good measure and a delightful massage to recover from it all. My only regret, the fact this was my first time to the San Juans since high school!
As the t-shirts say, I was “Alaska Grown.” When I moved south to Gig Harbor at age 12, I constantly threatened my family I’d return to UAA for college and there was nothing they could do to stop me. (I apparently got over it by the time I was 18.)
But I haven’t been back much, and with the convenient excuse of The Shins playing a set in the parking lot of a pizzeria, Jerry was not only onboard – he was the instigator.
First, sorry for dropping the ball. I am not still in Morocco. After my last post in September, I traveled with my family for three weeks to London, Rome, Athens, Malta, and Israel, before coming back to Seattle and returning to work. I’ve been heads down since then helping put another Amazon Q4 in the books (an amazing holiday, check it out). It is time to get back to the blog, we’ve still got to catch up on those places and a quick but awesome weekend in Mexico city, but for now, fast forward to Christmas Eve.
I am nearing the final stretch. In real time, I’ve made it to Rome from South America, spent a week in Morocco, headed to London to find my parents, back to Rome to get on a cruise with the family, spent three days in Israel and a day in Santorini, and today I am in Kusadasi, Turkey. In exactly a week I will be done and back to real life.
So how well did I do on my goals, and what do I have left to do in my final few days?
Flying is magic. You quickly accelerate your plane to just below the freeway speed limit, lightly pull back on some plastic, and in a split second, your whole body feels the wheels separating from the earth beneath you. Your total focus is on that plane – its speed, direction, altitude, sounds – and the air around you. Everything else is left behind on the ground.