Christen & Josh

May 28, 2011. Mawwage. Mawwage is what bwings us together today. Wove, twue wove.

5 Years Time

by Noah And The Whale

Fun fun fun!

- Josh

5am

Josh: I dreamt you stole my food.

Christen: Eh?

Josh: In the jungle. You stole my food.

Hello. We’re dorks.
- Christen & Josh

Hello. We’re dorks.

- Christen & Josh

Animals flock to Josh. There have been times (with an “s”) when a butterfly has followed him around on a hike. Every time a dog comes up to Josh in Park Slope (dog-central Brooklyn), we joke that he must carry around beef jerky in his pocket. One of these days, I’ll have to check.

- Christen

We’ve been on pretty much every form of transport known to humans: vomit inducing catamaran rides, bumpy vans careening over mountain passes, ferries filled with peasants, shady buses, freezing trains, brittle Thai motorbikes, ancient Chinese barges, mules, horses, elephants, camels, kayaks, sailboats, buggies, cyclos, rickety bikes, trams, tuk tuks, songathews.. you name it.  

One of my favorite moments on transport happened over the passes of Hengduanshan mountains — we were in a tiny van with Chinese workers and villagers, careening through the crazy switchbacks that carried us from the snowy peaks down to the alpine valleys.  Some of the people in the van were getting crazy sick, so much so that the men stopped smoking and cradled their heads in their hands.  Christen was feeling it too, but she had a secret pouch full of spices and scents that Mama Naxi, a maternal pensionkeeper we had stayed with prior, bequeathed on us for the journey. The potpourri pouch saved us from losing it so many times on the trip.  

At one point one of the villagers was about to blow chunks on us but Christen calmly, with only gestures and a grim-faced determination, pointed her in another direction.  Disaster narrowly averted.

- Josh

I think this story is missing a dog. A fat slobbery happy dog.

- Josh

We love New York - it’s the city of our aspirations. Except when it snows. Or stinks in the summer. Or gets uber jaded. But the architecture! And shows! And all those million billions of dreams sputtering then alighting again and floating on and on!

- Josh

We love San Francisco. It’s the city of our conscience. It makes us happy. Even with all the weird hipstery hippies.

- Josh

One thing about Christen when we travel together - she’s always surrounded by peasants. Strangers ask her for directions even if she’s the stranger, passengers grab empty seats next to her on buses even if the bus is empty, and kids absolutely love her.  My theory? Christen smells pretty nice, so I think people (at least in the third world) just want a whiff.
- Josh

One thing about Christen when we travel together - she’s always surrounded by peasants. Strangers ask her for directions even if she’s the stranger, passengers grab empty seats next to her on buses even if the bus is empty, and kids absolutely love her.  My theory? Christen smells pretty nice, so I think people (at least in the third world) just want a whiff.

- Josh

Our first trip together - a road trip to Maine. Not sure why we chose it. I have a vague recollection of talks of lobster shacks, coast, and mental farawayness (at least from Manhattan). Perhaps as well it seemed a light challenge for us, lovers of travel, to see if we might love travel together.
Figured out our roles - Josh, driver - me, navigator and un-enthused radio scanner - that we have to this day. Had an argument somehow involving Britney Spears. I imagine even if I could remember more details, nothing I could point out would make it less embarrassing. Made up before we arrived, which makes all the difference.
I have no idea where we went in Maine, I just remember vignettes of scenes. Running out of the motel to look at the night sky full of stars. Josh gorging on two of the biggest lobsters I’ve ever seen, complete with the bib and the crackers (a pre-cursor to our foodie days to come). Searching for cranberry bogs in Cape Cod because we saw them on a postcard and they looked cool, but alas, was not the right season. And some chatting about the next trip.
- Christen

Our first trip together - a road trip to Maine. Not sure why we chose it. I have a vague recollection of talks of lobster shacks, coast, and mental farawayness (at least from Manhattan). Perhaps as well it seemed a light challenge for us, lovers of travel, to see if we might love travel together.

Figured out our roles - Josh, driver - me, navigator and un-enthused radio scanner - that we have to this day. Had an argument somehow involving Britney Spears. I imagine even if I could remember more details, nothing I could point out would make it less embarrassing. Made up before we arrived, which makes all the difference.

I have no idea where we went in Maine, I just remember vignettes of scenes. Running out of the motel to look at the night sky full of stars. Josh gorging on two of the biggest lobsters I’ve ever seen, complete with the bib and the crackers (a pre-cursor to our foodie days to come). Searching for cranberry bogs in Cape Cod because we saw them on a postcard and they looked cool, but alas, was not the right season. And some chatting about the next trip.

- Christen