Laura 'GypsyLuLu' Cavender
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| Gender | Female |
|---|---|
| Industry | Maritime |
| Occupation | Ships cook |
| Location | Traverse City, Michigan, Great Lakes, United States |
| Introduction | I am from the tiny village of Old Mission, mostly known for the eccentric General Store and the cherry orchards and vineyards running down to the bay. My family welcomes me home between jobs on boats and larks off backpacking. I am currently almost on my way to New Zealand, thrilled to get the opportunity to see this amazing place. If it all works out, I hope to sail from New Zealand up through the islands toward Fiji and then Hawaii, working my way back to my home. What brings me back? I have five amazing brothers and two resplendant sisters, one of which is married and working on a baby-belly to make me an Auntie, Woo-hoo! I also have a few tremendous friends that I enjoy sharing life and breaking bread with. |
| Interests | Books, Music, Traditional Tall Ships, Tea, Coffee, Non-ticklish Back Massages, Real Life, Jesus Christ, Sincerity, Peace, Breadmaking, |
| Favorite movies | Harold and Maud, Once, Fiddler on the Roof, Waking Life, Cars, Hello Dolly, Our Mutual Friend, Amelie, Baz Luhrmanns Romeo and Juliet, Goodbye Mr. Chips, Latcho Drom, Life and Debt... |
| Favorite music | The Cat Empire, Lightnin' Hopkins, Louis Armstrong, Nina Simone, The Avett Bros.,Nuetral Milk Hotel, Libera Luminosa, The Cranberries, The Be Good Tanyas, Josh Ritter, David Gray, Leonard Cohen, Bright Eyes, Sufjan Stevens, Cat Power, Nina Nastasia, Cat Stevens, John Denver, Stephany Dosen, Dunkan Sheik, John Rutter, The Beatles, Simon and Garfunkle, Pete Seeger, old Bob Dylan, Woody Guthrie, Much more misc. and of course lovely, scratchy old blues. |
| Favorite books | Les Miserables, Toilers of the Sea, Desiring God, Leaves of Grass, A Severe Mercy, The Jungle Book, Tanglewood Tales... |
You moved the pot before the coffee stopped brewing. Do you smell the mountains or the burro?
Definitely the Burro! Burnt coffee sorta smells like the wrong end of a donkey! Anyways, I probably moved the coffee pot too soon because I was preoccupied with daydreaming about the mountains. The donkey smell brought me back to reality.