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Dreaming in Spanish

 

The jet lag has faded, but I’m still dreaming in Spanish. Español. Wandering Gothic streets and cobblestoned villages. Languidly gazing toward rolling countrysides that wear fields of gold and ocher brown as elegantly as fine linen. Even my most ordinary dreams play brighter against the backdrops of this new scenery brought home from recent adventures in Spain, Morocco and Gibraltar. Gracias…. Wish I could dream right on through to coffee on a Barcelona balcony, but I’m afraid that will take actual airplane time once again. Por favor?

The best travel souvenirs are always the intimate changes that transpire within us:  the expanded views, pivoted perspectives and fresh ideas born in alternate climates.

I’m just grateful I didn’t have to pack all that I brought home -in my head and heart,  into my carry-on luggage!  Oh mi…

 

Barcelona, Tarifa and Ronda, Spain. Tangier, Morocco. Gibraltar…

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Two-Wheels Down

If I don’t aim for the edge every now and then, it becomes far too easy to stay safely in the middle of mundane.  Mountain biking in Mammoth Lakes, California (June 2009) was a memorable challenge that stretched my brain and my body in all the right ways.

Originally published: October 7, 2009

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One of my most vivid childhood memories involves my pre-teen self catapulting over the handlebars of my dad’s bike right before the first day at a new school. Nice, huh? Nevertheless, my friend talked me into one of his favorite sports, mountain biking, this past June.

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We were in the right spot. Mammoth Lakes, California is a year-round destination for outdoor enthusiasts of every type. The Eastern Sierra mountains cradle the quaint ski resort which is bordered by both the Ansel Adams and the John Muir National Wilderness areas. The snow-covered uppermost trails were still inaccessible, but a shuttle took us to the halfway point and the start of our descent.

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I kept a firm hand on the brake as we hit the Downtown trail. Boulders, tree roots and tight sandy turns kept me balanced to the back with every reflex on alert. Honestly? I was scared!

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But, the beauty of the forest and distant mountains against the bluest sky and the enthusiasm of my friend were encouragement enough to stretch myself just a little more.

trail surface

Once I’d conquered a couple of sandy turns without plunging over the side, I felt brave enough to roll over the obstacles. Not all of them. I inched around a couple heart-thumpers thinking “maybe next time”.

The ride was a terrific work-out. When we finally bounced back onto the road into town some two hours later, completely exhilarated, my whole body slowly exhaled. I’d crossed a personal boundary and been blessed with an intense sensory experience that I’ll always remember.
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A Different Sort of Journey

I had planned to post one of our recent Vieques adventures today, but my sweet fireball of a grandma, Mary Dugan, passed away last night.  Kind of appropriate that she died on Thanksgiving, don’t you think?  She was, and will always be, a huge blessing in my life.  In honor of her life, I’m rerunning “Milestone 95″ (below).  On Monday:  Another adventure from our recent time on Isla de Vieques (wild chickens, a floundering ferry boat, a bioluminescent bay… ?)

Originally posted on July 5, 2010

Milestone 95

On many days she dwells in the memories gathered in crossing ninety-five years. Her journey, begun in 1915, has been richer in people and experiences than in geographic destinations, but travel is travel, whether in distance or time.

A matriarch like no other, my Grandma Dugan also holds a bit of the little girl named Mary within her, making her a completely fascinating and compelling presence in my life. She snoozed through a recent visit having overexerted herself moments before making a break for some enticing flower beds beyond the safe edges of the care center’s outdoor patio. I love that she still finds satisfying a curiosity worth the considerable effort of propelling her wheelchair down a sidewalk.

Her smiles made me smile at her birthday party this past week. In her usual fashion, she flitted about the room greeting her guests, exclaiming at the purple decorations and enjoying all the special attention. When presented with the first slice of birthday cake she insisted I share it with her, bite for bite, enjoying it all the more for having divvied it with me.

Milestones. They encapsulate our memories and plant them in a place we can revisit at will. This year we have celebrated my oldest son’s high school graduation and the life of my Grandma Prior after her passing at age ninety-two. On June 30th we were privileged to honor the passing of but another year for Grandma Dugan. Ninety-five years and still counting…

More:

“Favorite Memory, Favorite Gift”

“Traveling the ‘Mental Miles”

“Tis the Season…”

“Care Center Carols”

“Caroling at the Care Center”


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