In the blink of an eye, spring break is over, and I am beyond behind on my 365 post.
We spent the entire first week of spring break in Whistler. The snow this year has just be amazing. The kids both made great progress in a short time. Savanna can now tackle the entire beginner hill on her own without assistance. Josh is leading me down tree runs that scare the crap out of me.
I just know that Sherry is going to be horrified that I’m writing a blog post about her. She’s got this weird allergy to attention. (Don’t worry, Sher, I won’t post any incriminating photos.)
Why a post about this woman? Because she came to Morocco with Savanna and I, AND we are still friends. That means she is a superwoman. I have serious respect for her.
I knew Sherry is easy going and fun and all, but I was still a little worried before the trip. As a parent, I don’t expect anyone without kids to understand the absolute shit that kids put you through–the temper tantrums when you put the sock on their left foot first instead of the right foot, or the tears when you give them the fork that isn’t the right color, or the demand to watch Ice Age 3 for the thirty-seventh time on a trip, or taking up most of the space in a big bed with their tiny little bodies. Parents, you know what I’m sayin, right?
I was bracing myself for the risk of turning Sherry off of kids for the rest of her life. That would really be a shame.
It was magical to watch Savanna fall in love with Sherry. Even before our flight took off, Sherry had let Savanna put vegetable stickers all over her arms. Those two played pretending to eat soup for hours in Marrakech. When we were sitting in a warm train compartment, Sherry fanned Savanna to keep her cool. She played hide and seek with Savanna, did her make-up, braided her hair, and held her when she was tired. She did all this without me asking her to. Savanna loved walking down the street holding Sherry’s hand, and slept like a baby squeezed right up against Sherry. Before our flight home, Savanna said to me, “Sherry is my new sister.”
I was ok with doing less and seeing less on this trip because of Savanna. I chose to take her on the trip and I was willing. I didn’t expect Sherry to. But through the 10 days we spent together, she was never once upset about skipping a beat; not even a hint of impatience when I was slow or when Savanna needed some time to deal with her feelings. Because of her calm demeanor, she even prevented me from chewing someone’s head off when I was hangry.
As a parent, I am so grateful for her love for my child. As a friend, I am so grateful for her steadfast, upbeat, and adventurous attitude. The trip definitely would not have been the same without her.
Sherry, Savanna and I came home from Morocco last night. We can tell you that camels are indeed super cool.
Below are some photos from our camel ride, and having mint tea after the ride. We were all covered with cheich, but I think Savanna wins the cuteness contest in hers.
Of course, the trip was so much more than the camel ride. I’ll need some time to go through my 1,614 photos, and let my thoughts come together on how to tell you about the trip.
(drawn by the super talented dude I married)
10 years ago, when I turned 30, I wanted to do something big to celebrate a new decade. I rode my motorcycle solo from Vancouver to Halifax, camping along the way and eating meals out of my camping stove.
10 years later, things look dramatically different at home. Josh is 5 1/2 and Savanna is 3 1/2. I can’t justify taking off for 2 weeks by myself. The truth is, I don’t think I would do that ride again. I was dog tired last time after 6,200 km, and I was a lot younger then.
My craving for interesting travel never stopped. I feel like this is the right time now to start doing some more interesting things again, involving the kids. Unfortunately, Cliff has to work, and Josh has school. That leaves Savanna and I to plan a girls’ trip on our own.
Savanna and I have agreed that riding on a camel in Morocco would be pretty interesting. We also convinced Sherry that camels are super cool, so she’s coming too to check things out.
I’ll report back in two weeks and let you know if camels are in fact super cool.
I have always loved deserts after my Joshua Tree trip years ago. I find the stark beauty of it amazing. To start off the year right, a hiking trip to Death Valley is just the ticket! Death Valley in California has the highest recorded temperature on earth (62 Celsius) in the summertime. It is dry, hot, desolate, and beautiful. The starry sky at night is unbeatable here, with the milky way clearly visible.
I had to go to Kelowna for work earlier this week, so we decided to take the whole family on a road trip to Kelowna. The last time I hung out in Kelowna was over 10 years ago. This time it was so much fun to bring the kids. We took the kids peach and plum picking, visited the kangaroo farm, and played at the beach.