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Jeremy over at Lifestylism tagged me with the challenge to list five things you wouldn't know about me:
- I am a parachutist. Whenever I feel “stuck” in life, I go jumping. It makes me feel free, and the view from on high helps to put my petty problems into perspective.
- For a couple of years, my only means of transportation, summer or winter, was a Suzuki 450 motorcycle. (Or, as they say in the UK, “motorbike.”) I wore a leather jackets and boots, and under my helmet, everyone thought I was a guy.
- I once quit my 10-year career to take off on a year-long trip across the US in my little Honda Accord, with my tent and sleeping bag in my trunk. I stayed at State Parks, and slept in hotel parking lots, and hung out at beaches and old, country diners. I visited wineries, southern mansions, and bat-filled caves. I learned that America is not a scary place. Don’t believe the news. There are a lot of good people in the United States, especially if you don’t judge by appearances. At one state park, a greasy-haired man covered in tattoos and who looked like a Hell’s Angel, gave me pointers on how to stay safe as a single, traveling female, and then let me hold his two, tiny, pet chiwawas.
- I once had dinner with former President Jimmy Carter and his wife Roselyn in Americus, GA. Volunteering for a year with Habitat for Humanity, my housemates and I had befriended them during our work with the organization. During dinner, a cockroach crawled across the kitchen counter behind Roselyn’s shoulders. Jimmy, who was sitting beside, me, noticed it, too. No one tried to kill it. We all just let it go on its merry way.
- Several times during the four years that I lived in Bolivia, I drove my 1978 Toyota Landcruiser on the Yungas Road, what National Geographic calls “the most dangerous road in the world.” It is a 40-mile, 12,000 foot decent into the jungle from an Andean peak near La Paz with 1,500 foot drop-offs. Over 100 people fall to their deaths each year, many of them still in their vehicles. Best suggestion? Drink a shot of whiskey before you begin. It calms the nerves. A jumpy driver is worse than a sober one.
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