One of the themes of my new book is the Web of Connection we've woven as we've traveled around the world.
We meet other travelers. And those who are rooted. We connect with friends old and new. I hadn't realized when we started living this itinerant life how many *people* would enliven our path.
We belong to a number of online traveling groups, and it's strangely wonderful to meet up in real life. For instance, two couples (Amber & Greg and Diana & Mike) happened to be in the Bay Area on our most recent visit. Our robust, chatty, online relationships easily transferred to physical presence.
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with Amber & Greg, who were Bay Area housesitting
after a Christmas in Amsterdam |
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| Mike and Diana write about their traveling lifestyle here. |
We met another traveling couple during our Oahu housesit. Brooke is also a writer whose books I'd read. Turns out they were living a block from where we were staying! They showed us some of their favorite spots, and we talked about one of the best nomadic topics: how living in unconventional ways makes life extra juicy.
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| Buddy and Brooke were wonderful tour guides. |
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Kuli'ou'ou Beach Park at sunset...
an example of Dave's wonderful photography |
Another online-to-IRL experience came when we met up with Yvonne and Michael, a nomadic couple stopping off in Oahu on their way to S.E. Asia.
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| With Michael & Yvonne at the Outrigger Reef Waikiki Resort |
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| loved our housesit view |
Also nearby on Oahu lives a high school friend I hadn't seen in nearly 40 years. We had a sweet time with Cheryl and Gene, eating meals together, going on a stunning hike, and spending a day on their boat.
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| Hike to the top of the pali |
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| Kayaking, Cheryl & I gossiped about our high school days. |
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| Captains Gene & Dave |
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| My signature synchronized swimming move at Kaneohe San Bar |
Another longtime friend, Candis, also lives on the island. One night we had dinner made with fresh produce from her garden, follow by a jam session with two mandolins, a guitar, my uke, and a stand-up bass.
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| Jamming |
Turned out that Sarah and Jimmy, whom we'd met in Panama while they were also housesitting, were coming through Oahu! We hiked the Makapu'u Lighthouse trail and spent relaxing time at Waimanalo Beach. It was a little surreal seeing them after having just hung out in the Panamanian jungle.
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| Fun with Sarah at Alan Davis beach |
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| Jimmy |
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| Byodo-In Temple |
On our swing back through the (brrr...cold!) Bay Area enroute to Baja, we luckily were able to see old friends.
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| Brunch with Kelly and Daisy |
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| Hiking with Roger and Marilen |
Ah, it felt great to be back in Baja. But I didn't get to slow down for long because I'd enrolled in the Todos Santos Writers Workshop, expressly to work with Janet Fitch, whose writing I deeply admire. (My god, if you haven't read her latest two books about the Russian revolution, do so now!) Keeping with the web-of-connection theme, my good friend Stacey knows Janet and told me what a great teacher she is--which proved to be true.
Here's what working with Janet did to my manuscript that I thought was finished:
And Janet is the one who came up with Wanderland as my title. When such a great writer who has been an Oprah pick and has sold millions of books makes such a suggestion, I listen!
And the webby theme continues: My friend Lisa, whom I hadn't seen in about thirty years, happened to attend the workshop as well. Being with her, the prism of years made me feel thirty and sixty. It was as though our hearts had been connected all this time.
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| On Cerritos Beach with Lisa and Andrew |
Funny that I'm publishing a new book that explores the question, "What is home?" at the very time I'm starting to feel like Baja is home. We finally completed the process of becoming residents--which means we don't have to leave every 180 days. Even our blue Subaru, Chitty Chitty Bang Bang, now has Baja plates.
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| residence card |
Not that we won't be continuing to travel and weave our web. But there's something about being here this time that feels...settling. In a good way. As though nine years in, my heart knows that no matter where I go, our Mexico nest awaits.
