I have published my first print book!
The Road Chose Me Volume 1: Two years and 40,000 miles from Alaska to Argentina
I’ve wanted to spend quality time with my family for so long now, and for the last couple of months I’ve been been getting “happiness attacks” every time I thought about their close at hand arrival. Having the support and encouragement of my family has always been important to me, and something I think about and rely on almost every day.
Their coming to BA means more to me than I can possibly express.
I have only one question… Where are we going to be next time?
My sister Liz has been one of my biggest supporters from day one, for which I’m extremely grateful.
The following post was written by Liz about our time in Buenos Aires (thanks Liz!):
Saturday 11th December I started on a bus ride into a fairy tale. Technically it was to Heathrow Airport, in reality it was to become part of the world that is “The Road Chose Me”. The reality really did feel like walking into the pages of a story book.
The 33 hours of travelling saw me finally arrive in BA, Argentina. Dan was there waiting for me to land and so began my first ride of many in “The Jeep”.
The ride into BA was an eye opener. People picnicking on the grass beside the freeway, slums on one side of the road and the nicer parts of town on the other and sun like I haven’t seen or felt since living in Australia.
Dan asked me to write this post on the day I landed. While I’m so honoured to be asked I’ve also been running the whole thing around in my head for the last 4 weeks. How on earth do I relay the love, laughs, and reminiscing that comes when a family meets for the first time in nearly 7 years?!
Each photo brings back a flood of memories that are going to last a life time. And then there are also the times that weren’t captured on camera; the green plastic table that fell off a roof in high winds and shattered with pieces easily 100m away; Mike and I taking turns in the back of the Jeep on the way to and from the beach (numb bum and all!); the split second we looked up to see a car drive into the centre concrete barrier on the freeway; and a distinct lack of anything to drink on Christmas Day, we drunk it all Christmas Eve!
I’m sitting here trying to do justice to a post and the tears keep coming. Tears of love, tears of happiness and most of all tears of joy at the fact each and every one of us can follow our dreams, even when they do lead us to every corner of the globe. This holiday has taught me many things but most of all the fact that we aren’t really that far away from each other. Distance is relative and as my family is in my heart every day they really aren’t that far away at all. After all what’s 33 hours of travelling, other than time?!
PS I’ll let Dan talk about the photos etc. He does such a good job of it