Always wanted to start a travel blog. But several things deterred me.
WAY too busy for that I would say to self. Work full time as a doc, also serve as chair of my department and co-director of our medical group. Serve on numerous committees. Called when I am on. Called when I am off. Called when I’m asleep. Called called called. Address emails day in and out even when traveling. The only time I am not responding to texts and emails is when I’m diving (amazing have not worked on trying to answer texts during diving). I am the kind of person who tries to figure stuff like that out.
Sad.
Oh I don’t reply when there is no connectivity. Which increasingly never happens. There are the family needs, etc etc. Which includes 3 dogs.
Too old to learn how to blog I’d say. Shoot every time I get a computer glitch I just press the power on/off button (wait- I have to admit I have seen IT at work do that a bit anyways)
Finally, and the big one was,
Who wants to read my crap anyways?!?
But, then, today I was visiting Bodega Bay which is not too far from where I live (Bay Area). My brother has a vacation house there (lucky us!) so we stayed there for several days (for free!).
And hell, it was just so beautiful. I think about all the places I have been- here in the Bay Area to France to Mozambique to Honduras. There are many things- beauty, sadness, chaos- with travel. And all those times at night when I should be reviewing this or that, I will instead turn to travel blogs, getting to vicariously be with folks whatever place they are- a California girl who takes a year off to explore Southeast Asia, some dude who quits his job and surfs in Africa, or the couple who need (very much need) a several week break and decide to campervan it across New Zealand. With their dogs. And the food, ooh the food…
So as my spoilt self was just walking the beach with my Frenchy, I decided, heck why not spend some time blogging about the places I’ve been. And maybe, just maybe, I can meet new people that way.
Oh and about the title…
Honestly, I never knew Anthony Bourdain personally. But when I saw the news headlines of his suicide in June, I think, that like it was for many people, horribly soul sucking. Devoured his shows for eons, read his books. He was hilarious, and honest, and blunt and irreverent.
I thought of him while on my Bodega trip. Sitting, supping some wine, enjoying the beautiful Pacific, I think to myself:
This. Does not suck…
thisdoesnotsuck 