The Good Girl's Guide to Getting Lost: A Memoir of Three Continents, Two Friends, and One Unexpected Adventure
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Rachel Friedman has always been the consummate good girl who does well in school and plays it safe, so the college grad surprises no one more than herself when, on a whim (and in an effort to escape impending life decisions), she buys a ticket to Ireland, a place she has never visited. There she forms an unlikely bond with a free-spirited Australian girl, a born adventurer who spurs Rachel on to a yearlong odyssey that takes her to three continents, fills her life with newfound friends, and gives birth to a previously unrealized passion for adventure.
As her journey takes her to Australia and South America, Rachel discovers and embraces her love of travel and unlocks more truths about herself than she ever realized she was seeking. Along the way, the erstwhile good girl finally learns to do something she’s never done before: simply live for the moment.
him where his pants are, he shrugs and shakes his curly head around like he doesn’t even know where he is, much less his pants, of all crazy things. After this, we uncap the whiskey, and thus I remember very little about the rest of the night. Each of us hails from a different country, we have different languages and different accents and different reasons for coming to Ireland, but we fit easily together, as if we’ve known one another for many years. Or maybe it’s precisely because we have just
envision myself walking to orchestra rehearsals and teaching private lessons, but that picture is defunct now. Try as I might, I cannot see myself in my new future. Notebook pages with incoherent scrawling litter my bedroom floor like lily pads. “Oooookaaaay, then,” Erica concludes, popping her head in after class one night. “Time to quit popping the crazy pills and come out for drinks.” While I was disappearing into a faux-Irish life, Erica had experienced an altogether different kind of
nationalities share. Today’s Glenrowan, where we spend the next morning, would be entirely unfamiliar to Ned Kelly. Now the whole place revolves around Ned Kelly and the famous showdown that took place here, in the way that small towns with big histories sometimes evolve. It reminds me of Chittenango, New York, about twenty miles from my hometown, renowned for its yellow brick road (technically a sidewalk). The yellow brick road existed prior to The Wizard of Oz—supposedly, it was Frank Baum’s
and me in my gray poncho, a row of guitars and charangos (similar to a ukulele) hanging from the ceiling above us. Next door a girl no older than eight bargains with us for a pair of alpaca gloves. Gone are the friendly, easygoing locals of Bolivia’s countryside. As in any major city, they have been replaced by greater extremes of humanity: the poor, crazy, and ambitious all crowd in together, vying for space and clean air. We shuffle along with them, trying to keep out of the way. One afternoon
beverages to guide their meandering trains of thought. Our heroine questions happiness and the means by which one might obtain it.  Our heroine, her trusty guide, and a goateed suitor depart the sunny suburbs of Sydney and journey south. The trio encounters malformed birds and cities, strange prostheses and mysterious landscapes. They welcome in the Year of Our Lord two thousand and four.  Our heroine musters her rawest courage and lightest bottle of shampoo for a solo jaunt up the east