Those who know me, know that I love to climb, talk about food, flavour, cooking and tangerines, that I am enamoured with shells, food made over the fire, olives, early bedtimes, sunsets, coffee,  and blue flowers.

Those who know me the best know that I love the water but still panic swimming back from the dock thinking a jackfish will nip my toes. They know that my favourite food is sushi, but am often too scared to eat raw fish, paralyzed by a long past memory of food poisoning. They know I am a decaf-drinking barista, that I love the company of  people over 70, that I didn't enjoy university, that I pretend to love pets more than I do, that I melt cheese on my ramen (weird or brilliant?), and that I got my drivers licence well into my twenties.