Life by Airplane
We are going away. Like, on a vacation. We just booked a flight, for the whole family, to fly out to the Maritimes for 2 weeks this summer.
Have I just condemned my family to trauma by airplane?
Or have I just taken a wild step into the world of travel adventures?
Hmmm...let's go with the latter. As my friend Magda says, the pilot doesn't want to die either!
Actually, I do have all of YOU to thank. Yes, you, my readers. You see, making blog buddies throughout the world has really shown me just how small, and how big, this world is. How much there is to see. How much there is to do. The biggest surprise has been that there are so many normal people out there with the same hopes and fears and insecurities as me!
So off we go!
I am inspired by the fearless travels of "Sandy", who has turned motorcycling into a family passion. She's the kind of gutsy female that would never let two tempermental toddlers and a vocal 4-yr-old stop her!
Or Magda, who has followed her destiny all the way to the heart of southeast Texas, not to mention Russia just a few short years ago.
Not to mention countless others that have left for adventure in a new place, regardless of the challenges they face.
I have always wanted to see the Canadian Maritimes - I think the ocean is drawing me, like the Rockies did for my honeymoon. We're going to walk on the ocean floor on the Bay of Fundy. Visit the home of Anne of Green Gables. Celebrate in Charlottetown, the birthplace of Canada. Party on at the Shediac Lobsterfest! Have a ceilidh at sea.
But at the very least, I want to watch the kids cringe at the taste of seawater. Show them seals for the first time. Let them run around with icecream all over their faces. Cuddle up together in one big bed in one tiny hotel room.
I expect that sometimes during the trip, the kids will be wild and insufferable, and drive us totally nuts. My husband and I will look at each other in exasperation and say: "what did we do this for?"
But I hope the answer will show itself time and again.