Dipstick Theme Continues – Don’t Get Excited
“We find after years of struggle that we don’t take a trip; a trip takes us.”
– John Steinbeck, Travels with Charley; In Search of America
Well…here it is another week later and we’re all another week older and wiser, myself included.
Have you ever been in the middle of an experience and something didn’t feel quite right?
I had a sports massage by a male massage therapist last week and although nothing went particularly wrong, the experience didn’t feel entirely right either. Too many grunts and groans (from him) perhaps…or maybe it was the way his face (and other body parts – but NOT the dipstick, thank goodness!) just seemed to be closer to me than necessary. Or maybe it was the way he said my name…multiple times?
Or a combination of all of the above.
As a woman traveling alone, I am adamant about personal safety. I do everything in my power to ensure I don’t put myself or Sadie in potentially unsafe situations. So when I booked that massage, I did my best to choose a seemingly reputable place. And to be honest, I think it was a reputable place. I just think my massage therapist was trying to let me know that, if I was interested (I wasn’t), he was open to the possibility of…a little post-massage activity.
Or maybe I read the whole thing wrong?
But I don’t think so. And the relief I felt when I got back to my car told me I was probably right.
Other than that odd and rather uncomfortable experience, Sadie and I had an awesome week!
As promised, here are a few photos of my beautiful little (and oh-so-quiet) bungalow by the sea VRBO in Florence:
The 10-minute trek to the beach was quite something, though. It’s called the hobbit trail – for good reason!
And then voila! The beach:
We also climbed some HUGE dunes…and then ran down them!
I have fond memories of traipsing the dunes of Florence from past trips. John and I were there on our honeymoon in 1996. It was so windy at the very top of one of the dunes, we opened up our arms and leaned right into the wind without falling over! Then in 2010, my friend, Terri, and I stopped in Florence on a big road trip with Sable and Soda (my old Shepherds). Sable was 13 at that point and blind, so she stayed in the car. Soda, Terri and I huffed and puffed our way to the top of a massive dune. Soda was 10 and rather hefty but she made it!
We are now in Crescent City in Northern California, hiking in the spectacular Redwoods. Photos to come!
Take care and have a super week 🙂
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Maryanne Pope is the author of A Widow’s Awakening, the playwright of Saviour and the screenwriter of God’s Country. Maryanne is CEO of Pink Gazelle Productions and Chair of the John Petropoulos Memorial Fund. If you would like to receive her regular weekly blog, please sign up here. As a thank you, you’ll receive a short but saucy e-book entitled, Dive into this Chicago Deep Dish – Ten Bite-Sized Steps for a Yummier Slice of Life.