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"Every single adult woman should have a passport. You just never know when an opportunity to use it may come to you," my friend Annie said to me, shaking her finger in my face to emphasize her point. I'd managed to elicit this response from my dear friend Annie by the simple act of informing her that I didn't now and never have had a passport. "I'm going to Seattle tomorrow to get my passport renewed. The old one is so full of stamps from my travels there's no room for more. It's time to renew it anyway. You're coming with me. I'll pick you up at 9am. Be ready," she said in a stern mother voice. And thus began one of the most amazing and fun adventures I'd ever experienced. True to her threat/promise she arrived at my house in her land yacht promptly at 9am the next day. (Annie lived life in a big way, and her car was one more piece of evidence of her grandiose lifestyle.) When we got to the ferry landing, instead of pulling in line to get on the ferry, she turned and parked in an all-day parking lot. "We're walking on the ferry?" I squeaked out. She just looked at me as one would a whiney little child. As it turned out, it was a warm summer day so we sat outside on one of the benches along the top ferry deck. The trip across Puget Sound to Seattle was lovely and quite enjoyable, and I had to admit it was much more pleasant than sitting in a car all the way across. The fresh salt air was invigorating and the sun felt warm and comforting. When the ferry docked we, and a large herd of other people who Annie explained were commuters, began walking off the boat. They, and we, continued walking... past the taxi stands and across the street. "Wait! Aren't we taking a taxi to the government building to get our passports? I don't want to have to climb that steep hill to the business district," I whined. "Nope. No taxi," she said, and kept walking. I couldn't imagine her walking up five blocks of steep hills to our destination. Annie was chubby, to put it politely. And to say she wasn't athletic was a gross understatement. So I followed her across the street where, to my amazement, we entered a building... along with the herd of commuters. "What is this?" I wondered to myself, figuring that to ask Annie would be a waste of energy since she seemed determined to remain silent about being in this lemming-like crowd of humanity. Suddenly I noticed that the people ahead of us were moving upward. AHA! An escalator! Now I understood. All these commuters in this herd would walk into the bottom floor of an office building or store, hop on the escalator, and ride up to the next level, where they'd get off the escalator and walk to the exterior door on the other side of the building... which just happened to be on the next street up! They'd repeat this indoor trail until they arrived at the street level they wanted. Ingenious! And that was only the first of my amazing and fun experiences with Annie that day. After we completed filling out the forms for our passports it was close to noon, so we agreed lunch was the next order of business for the day. We walked down the street, I assumed toward a restaurant she knew about. Instead she entered the most exclusive and expensive hotel in Seattle. "I can't afford to eat here," I whispered to her... not wanting anyone in that ritzy place hear me admit that I wasn't filthy rich like the rest of the people in there. Annie just gave me a look that silenced me... as she walked up to the concierge and asked him to recommend an excellent Thai restaurant... which he did. Annie turned around and winked at me as we headed for the taxi stand. "How did you know to do that?" I asked in amazement. "I'd never have the courage to talk to a concierge, especially in a high class hotel like that." "He recommended a restaurant that's too far to walk, so we'll take a taxi," she said, heading for a Checker cab. I had never ridden in a cab, let alone a Checker cab. They're the epitome of taxidom. But there I was, after applying for a passport, which I'd never had before, sitting in the back seat of a Checker cab, in which I'd never ridden, on the way to a Thai restaurant, which was recommended by a concierge in the highest class, most expensive hotel in Seattle, a place I'd never even dared to enter let alone talk to the concierge, on my way to have a lunch of delicious, wondrous food I'd never eaten before. I will be forever grateful to my friend, Annie, for opening my awareness to all of these new experiences. As a result, I learned how easy it is to have new, fun, marvelous experiences... any where, any time. You, too, can have new, wondrous, fun, unforgettable experiences. All you have to do is have the courage to say "yes". Love, ps. Shortly after Annie received her new passport, she booked another trip - and this one was the epitome of an exotic, new adventure. She flew on the SST Concorde from New York to Paris, and from Paris she rode on the Orient Express into Russia. It was like travelling forward and then backward in time! When she returned back home she called me and told me that during the trip she had met a man from Australia and they fell in love. She announced that she was moving to Australia to live with him. "When?" I asked. "In four days," she calmly answered. After she moved to Australia, at her invitation I took myself and my new passport to visit her. While there I took windsurfing lessons, met and joined a gang of old guys who windsurfed and who helped me hone my sailing skills. I also rented a car and drove on "the wrong side" of the road, went to a dressage horse show and met a woman who had a Paso Fino pony which she insisted I ride (their trot is so smooth you could put a glass of water on their back and not a drop would spill), saw a Wolf Spider on the ceiling of Annie's bedroom (they're bigger than a Tarantula and just as deadly) and fed a Kukaburra in her back yard that abutted a nature preserve. And that was just the beginning of my own journeying into fun adventures. Since then I've had kajillions of new, fun adventures. Some required a passport... but most of them didn't. What new, fun adventures await you? Omnidimensional
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