S/V Adventurer

Brenda: “I'm dragging today.” Me: “You're a dragon today? ROOOOOAAAAARRRRR!!!” Brenda: “Ha, ha (said with sarcasm). For real, I'm dragging and I'm a little bit hoarse.” Me: “You're dragging a horse? That's got to be tough. No wonder you're tired.” Brenda: “Ha, ha (said with more sarcasm).” Me: “Come to think of it, I'm sort of tired today too.” Brenda: “That's because I drugged your meal.” Me: “Why would you drug my mule? I didn't even know I had a mule. Since you are already dragging a horse, do you want to drag my mule too?” Brenda: “Ha, ha (even more sarcasm). This is getting old.” Me: “I'm not that old. I'm only 41. And I look pretty darn good for 41. You are one lucky girl.” Brenda: “Oh, for crying out loud!” Me: “Don't cry out loud. You're dragging a horse and a mule. You don't want to scare them.” Brenda: “Give it a rest already!”

I'm a Seattle native and I've lived in Seattle for most of my young life (41 is still young I think...but if it's not, keep your mouth shut). When we set out to travel the world a mere 18 months ago, I didn't expect to spend much time back here. Our original plan put us being somewhere around Costa Rica or maybe even the Galapagos Islands right about now. It's funny how things work out because we are currently enjoying gray skies, cold temperatures, and are soaking up the rain with the rest of you Seattle-ites. That's not a bad thing, it's just not what we had planned or expected. Here we are. We are starting to remember what it's like to be depressed because of all the gloomy, dreary, and drizzly skies. We are quickly remembering what traffic is like, and if you are wondering, I think traffic has gotten a lot worse in the last 18 months of our absence. We are also remembering why we left. Don't get me wrong, I'm not saying that Se