I think of Mongolia on a daily basis, since I have named my dog Gobi. She looks just like one of the dogs my sister and I met and adopted for the duration of our stay. Like my dog, my memories of Mongolia are never far from my heart.
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“Ready for your first wave?” he asked, skipping the gushing praise I thought I deserved for getting out. “After you catch the wave, paddle back to me.”
That’s when the illusion shattered into pieces. Every time I rode a wave into shore I would have to paddle back through the white water.