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TASMANIA ISN'T JUST FOR DEVILS

My travels have taken me places that always surprise me. Tasmania was one of them. An island very close to Antarctica, and in September they were just coming out of winter the temperature between 30-50 degrees. It was pretty cold for my southern constitution. Some thermal underwear and I was off to explore. Flying into Hobart was amazing, the mountains and the sea reaching the shoreline with so much beauty. The road to the city from the airport was scenic and just not what I expected. Still early in the tourist season I was having a very hard time locating a tour of any kind. The tour operator had done everything in her power to find a tour for me. I took a bunch of brochures to study, I figured I had the day to figure it out. Walking outside the Tour office with a handful of maps and brochures, fumble now with the map of the city, perhaps I could walk the historical parts of the city to start. I am traveling alone on my 30 day tour of Australia and this is only my second stop.

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KARMA IN THE SERENGETI

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WALKING STICK

This story starts over 10 years ago, before my 40th birthday. Me and #4 decided to pack everything we had and put it in storage. We were going to hike the Appalachian Trail. First we needed to find walking sticks, an important tool for the hiker. First we fashioned sticks from the melaleucae tree, heading to the southern terminus of the trail we first stopped at my mom and dads house. They liked our walking sticks so much we left them for my parents to enjoy. Still heading to Georgia another stop leads us to #4's old family friend. He fashioned some beautiful walking sticks for us, mine was made of cherry wood. Cherry is my walking sticks name, it was time to put her to use. We arrived at Amicalola Falls, the southern terminus of the Appalachian Trail located in Georgia. Walking sticks in hand we head up Springer Mountain,Cherry really got her first work out. As I passed through each National Forest, I carved in the top of Cherry. Decorating her as I went. Miles passed and Cherry was there for me, a good tool, to reach, to stir the fire, knocking down cob webs and a million other uses.
We had finally reached North Carolina, where my sister and husband lives. I called her from a phone booth along the side of the road. Waited for her to pick us up, so we could get a little time in civilization, gather supplies and just feel clean for awhile. Not realizing until a few days later that Cherry was not with us. I was sad, for she was with me for 2 states already. We spent a week with June and Mike, but it was time to go the trail calling to us. June dropped us off at the same location, I walked over to the phone booth and Cherry was still standing there. Perhaps Cherry was waiting for me. I was so happy, time to carry on with our journey. We hiked for months it seemed. Time had taken its toll on my knees and it was time to end our journey on the Appalachian Trail. Not ready to go back to civilization we headed to find a taxi to the bus station, our next location would be Long Island, New York. Our taxi arrived and Cherry was put in the trunk. Just wanting to continue our journey we again left Cherry behind. Calling the taxi immediately, the driver brought her back to me. Of course it cost us a few bucks.

After our trip was over Cherry was put in the closet and just forgotten about, the carving on her worn and the bottom was splintered and cracked. She came with me when I Relocated there she sat for years. I got married to #5 and she moved into the closet of my new house. Still standing alone among my jeans and dresses, time marches on.

An opportunity for Cherry to come out of the closet so to speak. I was heading to New Zealand, the airport was the first place I had problems. Before I got on the plane Cherry was examined up and down. She passed inspection and we were on the plane to California, already passed security so we went on the next plane to New Zealand. Cherry was sniffed by dogs and again passes the inspection. For four days we hiked through the rain forests of New Zealand ,time to resume my travels and Cherry and I were off to Sydney,Australia upon arrival I noticed a sign which posted all the things that other countries contributed to Australia, the U.S. was responsible for the roach. Well, Cherry didn't pass inspection. I couldn't believe that I was going to leave her behind. She has been with me so long. I worked out a solution with one of the agents. I would put Cherry in storage until the end of my trip. I figured I would pick her up on the way out of the country. I traveled around Australia for a month and it was time to go home. It was only then that I realized Cherry was in the wrong place. I was not leaving out of Sydney, but out of Cairns. My last chance to retrieve Cherry was to get on the phone to Sydney and see if they would mail her to me. After repeated attempts I reached the right person on the phone, they agreed to mail Cherry back to me in the states.

I arrived home without Cherry all I could do is wait. I waited and waited, just when I had lost hope, Cherry arrived carefully wrapped up and now she would return to my closet among the jeans and junk. She stays there waiting for her next adventure. Don't worry Cherry you will come out and help me through another journey.

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NUMBER 5

I know after reading the others you must be curious about the 5th husband, and I might ad the last. Unless I can find someone who meets an extremely rigid profile.
REQUIREMENTS:

1. Must be rich.

2. Must have heart condition.

3. Must have no more than 6 months to live.

4. (optional)Restricted to a bed or wheelchair.

This describes the perfect man. I am accepting applications.

Back to my story. Husband #5, he will have a name, Steve. He was the love of my life. I also met him through a friend that introduced me to #3 I had come back to Miami after the break-up with #4. I told my friend that I just wanted someone to hang out with, you know a friend. #4 was always telling me that it would never work out between us because of our age difference, and out there somewhere was a person that he would fall in love with and marry. Well, I thought that fantasy love thing was something you see in the movies.

My friend introduced me to Steve, he was my age, which was weird for me. We started going out getting to know each other. Going out for coffee, then a dinner here and there. He had a motorcycle that we had fun riding to the Keys and other Biker Bars. Steve was a genuine good guy. We dated for about a month before we kissed, I don't what happened that day but a feeling came over him and me. We were married three months later. I had to call up #4 and tell him that magic is real, so sorry that I ever disbelieved him. I think he was pretty upset. Again, everything happens for a reason.
We enjoyed so much together, we were like peas and carrots. All good things must come to an end though. We were on the boat one day with my daughter Monica in the channel between North and South Bimini, when he pulled the throttle back and the boat slowed. Steve looked at me and said "this is the spot that I want my ashes sprinkled", I replied by saying "yeah, yeah, lets go we have to get back". Three days later he was feeling horrible, so I rushed him to the hospital to find out he only had a month to live. Steve knew, but he didn't want me to know. Doctors predictions were on the money and he passed away on St. Patrick's Day. Steve was born on the 4th of July, he knew how to celebrate.

Per his wishes, I took his ashes and my family, together in a private moment, tossed rose pedals and ashes into the sea. He did request that part of his ashes remain in the compass of the boat, so that he could always guide me out at Sea. Done. I also took him with me to Australia and his final resting place was near a giant clam on the Great Barrier Reef. What a world traveler.

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NEW ZEALAND SKYTOWER JUMP

I took a month off after my #5 husband passed away, and this is the trip that I always dreamed about, my husband did too. So I decided to pack some of his ashes and take him on the trip with me. I tucked him into a secret spot and carried him everywhere.
My first stop in my travels was Auckland, New Zealand, all I can say is wow, I could have easily stayed there and never seen the same things over. There is so much to do and see. I arrived and headed to one of the premier backpacking places to stay. ACB Backpackers, Auckland Central Backpackers was the best one I have to this date been in as far as amenities.
The city of Auckland is tall and beautiful as far as cities go. As I walked down the side street to the hostel this giant tower looked back at me, somehow calling to me. As the sun went down and the tower was lit with a beautiful display of colors, it kept calling. My room-mates told me that the SkyTower has a jump. I emailed the folks at home to take a poll: I sent them the info on the tower and asked if I should jump. The reply was unanimous, Jump. It is taller than the Eiffel Tower, the largest tower of it's kind in the Southern Hemisphere. Over 600 feet above the city. My roomy Keren was very supportive, (we stay in touch) she was a traveler from Mexico City, we spent time together on a City Tour.
The next day I signed up for the SkyTower Jump, they were running a special, two jumps for the price of one. Hey what a deal. After spending the prior evening exploring the Tower and the views I was convinced to do this.
Bright and early the next morning I got myself ready to go. The crew at the Tower told me to get there early, the cool breeze from the Antarctic gets worse during the afternoon. I put on the special suit, up the elevator with my guides, I walked through the back of the restaurant and crawled outside of the tower, the tower is so high that you can feel it swaying from side to side. Here I am outside the wind strong enough to knock you down, now I still have to walk the plank to the end. Now I know how the pirates felt, all they saw was sharks circling. I was so high I could hardly see the people on the street, I could see the big bulls eye they painted on the pavement. I didn't see any splats on the ground, but from this height who can see anything. It was a beautiful view. Don't they say not to look down, oh my, don't look down, ha to late.
The SkyTower crew attached me to the cables, they told me that their job is finished. I have to jump on my own. A little push would be helpful. I let go of the hand-rails and began to fall. Wooooooooooooooooo! Don't know what I was thinking on the way down, but when I hit the ground a group of pre-schooler cheered for me, was that because I am still alive. I stood there for a moment pondering the thought, wow I just defeated death itself. I thought about it for another minute and climbed back to the top to do it again.

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AN ALMOST MUGGING

I took a Self-defense class recently and I listened to the advice of the Instructor, who said never look like a victim. That made me think, what does that really look like? I myself am only 5 foot tall and not real big and not to mention old as dirt. The instructor said to walk with attitude, stand tall, never park in dark lots, when out at night. If someone approaches you, look them in the eyes and tell them you don't like them getting that close. After class I asked the Instructor, who knows me if I look like a victim, he just laughed and smiled as he walked away.

It made me remember how I was almost mugged. Years ago in a park near my house I went jogging, they don't call it jogging anymore do they? Anyway, the park is wooded with towering pines, scrub palms and lots of rocks. The problem with this, is the fact that a person on the path can't be seen by the roadway. Well that particular morning I was off to do my exercise, just listening to the sounds of nature, I heard another sound, it sounded like footsteps and they sounded as if they were approaching quickly. I didn't want to look conspicuous, so I turned slightly to check out what was going on behind me through my prefial vision. I noticed that there was a very large man, not in exercise clothes approaching quickly. I knew that I had to do something, but what! As I continued along the path I looked for something to use as a weapon, the only thing I could find was a giant rock. My adrenaline must have been pumping, I picked up a rock, turned quickly to see the man that was stalking me only a few feet away. I held the rock above my head to throw at him, his face was one of shock, he didn't hesitate long, turn quickly and ran through the under brush toward his escape. I was still standing there with the rock above my head, when one of the regular jogger approached...he was on his way to help me. He said "I saw what was going on and thought I would rescue you, seems like you took care of it yourself". My adrenaline rush now subsiding I realized that the rock was far to heavy for me and it began pulling backwards on to my ass. I think that I had enough exercise for today. What did this guy want from me? It's not like joggers carry cash, you think he was after some sex, well all he had to do is ask! Got to see the humor in it now. The moral of this story is that if you catch your assailant off guard they don't know what to do. Confrontation is not in the plan for them, surprise is how they get you. So, be certain to surprise them right back, it may save your life or your wallet.

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EVERGLADES NATIONAL PARK

A chance to show my grandchildren what raw nature is. They complained a lot, they asked "if this is a park, where are the swings and places to play?". I was getting a little aggravated and thought I might toss them to the gators. As it turns out, they have memories of our adventure into the last remaining untouched river of grass, that extends so deep into South Florida. So much to explore so much life to see. Enjoy the pictures and don't hesitate to tell me which ones are your favorites.

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APPALACHIAN ADVENTURE

As I read others blogs it brings back memories of #4 mate. We had it with the life we were leading. How the industry and employers abuse there workers and take advantage of the hard working ones. We always compensate for the losers. So, I packed up everything in Bonita Beach, put it in storage, left the scary apartment.
Put my possessions in a backpack and put it on my back, heading toward the mountains. The Appalachian Mountains of North America. What do I know of these things, I am a flat lander, what does a mountain look like. This is a diary of my adventure on the trail. Starting at the Southern most terminus, 600 miles later I was a changed person. No longer could I work for the establishment. Oh by the way I lost love #4, yet to this day I do remain friends with all of them.

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RELOCATION PROJECT

I had to change my life, once again. I moved away from the Florida Keys (what went through my head)and headed north. My daughter had moved to Orlando and perhaps it was the place to be. I got an apartment nearby. Looked for work, which there wasn't much. The hospitality and service industry was big there and for that fact it still is. I don't know how it happened or where we met, you guessed it number 4. This is the 3rd guy who was much younger than me, 12 years this time. I must be grasping at something, youth perhaps. I was fit and attracted this young, 6foot 5inch man. We looked rediculous together. I was 5foot tall and perhaps a 100pounds wet. We spent time traveling to the coast and visiting the Keys. Still not certain that my relocation was succesful. A mere six months after arriving in Orlando I had enough. Another relocation project ensued, this time I was hooked up with a man. My next move was to Bonita Beach, near Ft. Myers. Still not paying attention to those little signs which keep coming, I move. On moving day into our new apartment moving boxes and furniture a lady stops me interupting my focus. A little old lady, she seemed upset and nearly frantic, I drop everything to listen to her problem. She said "I need your help", for what I wondered. The little old lady wanted me to go into her boyfriends apartment, which was next door to mine and check on him. She handed me the key and I proceeded to walk in the apartment. The place was dark and musty, there didn't seem to be anyone home. She convinced me to check the bedroom, I was reluctant, not to mention trespassing, she insisted that he couldn't be anywhere else. The sun was shinning through the blinds and distoreted my vision, the little old lady stayed at the doorway. My eyes adjusted to the light and low and behold there lies her boyfriend as she called him. He didn't appear to be alive. Not knowing how to be anything but blunt I told her I think he is dead. She started screaming at me,"you have to check, you have to check", damn I can't believe the things I do for people. I moved slowly over to what appeared to be a man sleeping like a rock. When I touched him, he was cold. Again I hear screaming "shake him, shake him", what could I do. I grabbed his shoulder and shook him, he was so stiff his arms flew up in the air, I guess I really shook him. I looked at the little old lady and said "Yep, he's dead". I walked out of the room and began to make some phone calls, the police, fire department, who the hell do I call? I helped the little old lady make some calls and with all the commotion from the police the land lady finally poked her head out of the apartment with her mute mini pincher by her side, his bark of hollow air was pretty funny too. She walked passed the police toward me, where I had resumed moving boxes, she says to me I can't believe another person died in that apartment. My face was one of utter shock, she continued to reassure me by telling me not to worry nobody in the apartment I was moving into had died. Are you paying attention yet. Do these signs point to anything, am I so blind I don't notice yet another sign, this one isn't going to be a good relocation or relationship. Nope I don't see it yet. Closed the door after the land lady completly reasurred me.
Now I start my new life again, new apartment, dead guy next door, and my new man, still alive and kicking, for now.

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SQUATTERS RIGHTS

My 3rd relationship did end with my man leaving me for my own friend, well not really much of a friend. She divorced her husband and the two of them went on to have happy lives. So they thought. After our break up my x continued to contact me. Still craving the life we once had and the fun that never ended. Ha! My x's new wife had become a problem for me, I think she suspected that her new husband(my x) was continuing to carry on with me. She was right indeed. She would call my house looking for him, I would always say I didn't know what she was talking about. She became relentless. I decided that I would just be truthful about the whole thing, since he was my man first I figured I had SQUATTER RIGHTS, doesn't that work with husbands too? I was in possession for the last 7 years.
I was ready for her the next time, she called as I knew she would, I simply told her that he was in the Shower and I would give him the message. She continued to haunt me, she really crossed the Mary line when she managed to get hired at the same place I was working at the time. I was driving a boat for a local dive shop, after the dive trip I pulled up to the dock and off loaded my customers, one of my co-workers came over to me and told me who the new hire was. I may have never run into her, because the captains stay dockside and not at the shop. Since it was payday anyway I thought to myself well lets get this over with. I confronted her and told her that I simply had Squatters Rights, if she didn't like it, she could go. That was the last time I ever saw her. As for her husband, we continued this little adventure, meeting in places all over the Southern part of the state from Orlando to the Florida Keys. It was fun while it lasted, I began to get bored. There was just no water involved in our relationship any longer. I had no intention of keeping him or taking him back. After an exciting three years I gave up Squatters Rights.

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I MET HIM IN THE SHOWER

After the breakup of my second husband, I was in no hurry to rush into another relationship, but I was a little lonely, still young and full of passion. My friends would just drop in when ever they were in the neighborhood. This particular day I was in the shower, my usual friend naturally waits in the living room while I get myself together, the friend he brought with him doesn't. Washing my hair and pretty much oblivious of anything else, well, a naked man whom I had never met arrives in my shower, pulls the curtain aside and steps it. He reaches his hand out and introduces himself to me. I was a bit stunned, at the same time quite pleased at what I saw. We proceeded to get to know each other.
We started by selling everything we owned and buying a sailboat which we lived on for over 3 years. No clue on how to sail, this I learned quickly. It seemed like quite the life. We lived off the land so to speak, had to eat sea food, lobster sandwich's, crab snacks and an assortment of treats. We did have to get jobs eventually, that is if we wanted to stay alive. Didn't have large expenses but we needed a bit for essentials.

My last husband and I became certified Scuba Divers and I thought that maybe being and Instructor would be good. I did all the tests and schooling and got a job, taking people diving. Living in the Florida Keys at the time, there was a good market for that career move. My partner worked on the boats also, he decided to become a boat captain. What a team we made.

We would spend our days on the water and the evening too. After some time it was difficult to pursue these careers without having a stable base for operations. After a few years we got a little place on the water, where we got a boat with a motor on it. Well, actually the boat was mine, we spent each evening water-skiing or fishing or some other water sport. Life was wonderful. I would even say perfect. Who knows what happens sometimes, but things fall in separate directions, the life in the Keys, which is commonly called Keys Disease, overcame my partner and he ran around with other women. That wasn't so bad, but when he took another woman on my boat, well he crossed the line. He had to go. This was the saddest end, not only am I getting rid of a man, it was the free and wonderful lifestyle that would end.

He moved on and I remained, this is when I decided it was time for me to get my Captains license and have more than one career to fall back on.

I met him in the Shower and we spent 7 years working, living and playing in or on the water.

Still paying attention, everything that happens, does it for a reason.

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MISSING TIME

This story takes place in the 80's, after my first failed marriage I didn't know what to do. I had to get a job to raise my two young children. I found a job and made another bet, this time for the owners son. This was even easier than the first time. I asked him to go out to lunch with me near some clear cool water, I got naked and that's all she wrote. We were married after dating for a year. A much younger man this time. I guess I was hoping it would cure my heart from the last man. We had so much fun and had so many toys. We got a Harley and set out for a drive in the country.

This is where I lost time and became enraged, by the time I could track time again months had passed. I only remember bits and pieces of the near fatal accident. First thing I remember is the faces of two small children as I flew face first into a cars windshield, then remembering laying on the ground, with paramedics cutting my cloths off. The next memory was screaming at a doctor who wanted to put a bolt through my leg. A memory of me waking and pulling tubes from my nose and throat and taking all the I.V.'s out of my arms, an ambulance ride, sitting in a chair with horrible pain. There were more bits and chunks, but nothing that amounted to the time I lost. Finally release from the hospital and nothing made sense. Where were my children, where was I and my husband. No one would tell me how much time had passed and I couldn't put it together, to this day I don't know how long I was gone. I do know that I was so angry that someone had taken what was mine and I can never get it back.
I did learn, even though it took me a very long time, that life is prescious, don't ever take it for granted. P.S. That accident also resulted in another failed relationship. Two down.

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DO YOU BELIEVE IN KARMA?

There are times when I look back in the past and say to myself, why didn't you get the message? My second wedding had to be the biggest collection of events that was trying to tell me something. Lets start with the dress, my mother-in-law to be stated I would love to buy you the dress, also mentioning that there is no way I am going to wear white to wed her only son. Problem there? During the wedding which was at Coral Castle in Homestead, one of those man made wonders. I almost broke my ankle walking in high-heels, my poor son had it harder he was wearing a cast. The wedding didn't have any problems, until we went to the car and found out that the windows were broken and my purse with all my identifican I needed to go to Aruba was gone. We were surpose to leave the next day on the honeymoon. The traffic to the airport was horrible, because there were riots in Overtown.
I got a notary letter so that I could enter the country of Aruba, no problem getting in. While enjoying our honeymoon I became so ill, I could not move. Still not getting it, Karma, Karma. Return flight leaves me in customs and the U.S., the country of my birth says you can't come in. Karma, Karma. It just didn't stop.

My lesson for this was you must listen to the world around you. The signs that are not accidents but signs that tell you, this is not for you. Change things, walk away, listen. Everything happens for a reason. While we may never know the reason till later, there indeed is one. Everyone you meet, everything that happens to you, is for your learning. I was a pretty slow learner back then.

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NEVER BET ON A MATE

This is the story of Husband #1. When I was 16 years old and still in High School, my girlfriends and I began checking out this guy, he rode a motorcycle, he had hair down to his butt. Now this is the 70's, keep that in mind. We would see this guy around school and he seemed quiet yet really cute. So, the girls and I decided to make a bet, who would be the first to get a date from this guy and win him over. Well, some time went by and back in the 70's with free love and all that peace and love, it was pretty easy to convince a man to go out with you. Well, to shorten the story a bit. I won the bet. Birth-control, was controled and not accesable to us. So free love meant we didn't use any protection, we didn't have much to worry about, pregnancy and some minor STD's. Take a pill or a shot and you were good to go.

Wouldn't you know it, I caught one of those, after almost a year of dating my new found mate, I became pregnant. I was so excited all I could think about was a baby. Didn't even dawn on me that we were going to have to tell our parents about this, they would know what to do. They were very cool about the whole thing. We did get married and had a beautiful baby girl, before my High School Graduation. Things went well and time passed. Kids with kids, then I got pregnant again, 2 kids before my 21st birthday. I was overwhelmed with joy, go figure. A product of the 70's.
More time passes and the world around us really changed. The gays were coming out of the closet and thus the man I loved for years did too. Wow, how do I tell the kids, will they even understand. I was devastated, how did I cause this to happen or did I, there were no simple answers back then. I joke and tell people my first husband left me for another man.

I was so in love with this man, but who would it be fair to? We were both young, we fought with every possible alternative for nearly three years, enivitably we had to depart each others company. Today, lets see how many years ago that was, the 70's, do the math. He is the greatest father I could have had for my children. We remain friends, we do things together with the kids as a family to this day. The kids are in their 30's and 5 grandchildren to there credit. Never Bet on A Mate, but don't ever Rule Anyone Out. I am grateful to have him and my children in my life. Talk about mixed marriages.

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