Quick catch up for new readers 1welcome!: upon returning unexpectedly to the U.S. in June 2015, I took a hard look at my bucket list as I thought,
“What’s next?”
Answer: finally learning new acrobatic and aerial skills!
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My time at the farm in Portugal was smooth sailing.
Until I tried to leave.
You know that scene in wedding movies where the characters aren’t going to make the ceremony?
So there we were. In our Sunday best.
The sun relentlessly baked the pavement outside Hotel Sao Sebastiao de Boliqueime.
My airport saga never would have happened if I weren’t such an overly-efficient freak.
It all started at the laundromat in Amsterdam.
This story takes place in 2011. Please forgive the younger version of me for her writing style.
On the plane ride from New Zealand, I perused a Philippines guide book. I came to the “Diving” chapter and automatically thumbed past it. I’ve never traveled longer than three months at a stretch, and I’ve always traveled on a tight budget — never spending more than $1,000 a month. Learning to SCUBA dive runs $400 at best, making it an activity that could never be part of my reality.
As I read entry after entry about “world class diving,” I started to re-think my position.
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