So, back in 2009 when I was having one of those round numbered birthdays, I booked a trip to Morocco. But then Dean got sick and couldn’t go, so I had a choice of (a) not going, (b) going by myself, or (c) finding someone with enough flexibility to their life that when I said, hey, you wanna go to Morocco in 3 weeks because it’s already paid for, they could just pick up and go. So, Gretchin, my friend from Portland, went with me to Morocco. And it was a fabulous trip.
The Roman ruins of Volubilis.
Riding camels with the Bedouins into the Sahara desert.
Each sunset over ancient cities more beautiful than the last.
And we met Brenda, my Canadian friend. And, well, once you get naked with someone in a hammam, it’s a forever thing, right? And because of Brenda, Dean and I are now part of a tribe. We have been accepted into a politeness of Canadians that call themselves the “Bear Clan”. (Yes, there’s even a special hat that goes with this honor.)
When Gretchin got back to Portland and showed all her pictures, everyone asked — soooo… WHY did you go to Morocco? She told them, she didn’t choose Morocco, Morocco choose her.
5 years later.
I’m scheduled to go to the Melanesia in the South Pacific in a couple weeks with some of the Canadians, Ron and Janis. But Janis calls and says she can’t go, she’s decided to run for local office and needs to be home until the election. Does Dean wanna go? Well, Dean really doesn’t want to go, but in the course of looking up air fare to see what it would cost, I discover that my plane ticket to the Solomon Islands has gotten screwed. You see, Fiji and the Solomon Islands are having an aviation kind of tiff and all flights between Fiji and the Solomon Islands have been cancelled indefinitely. Which meant I had to buy a new set of tickets through Brisbane, Australia, to get to the Solomon Islands.
So, I complain about this on Facebook because where else do you whine about first world problems? If your friends won’t put up with your temper tantrums, who will?
And Gretchin notices the part about there’s a pre-paid trip to the South Pacific running around loose in this story. So, now Gretchin is going with me.
We laughed yesterday on the phone that once again a destination that she had never put on a list or given much thought to, had called her name. Apparently once again, a destination has chosen Gretchin.