I’m on my way to Egypt with Claire and her friend Rachel. Rachel’s parents and 2 brothers will meet us in Cairo Saturday and then we’ll spend 10 days enjoying the glories of that ancient world. At the moment, we’re stranded in Salt Lake–our flight out to Chicago was cancelled due to bad weather there. Tomorrow morning at 4:30 we’ll be at the airport again, trying again to be on our little way.
When I was a little girl, we didn’t take many vacations–being on a fruit farm, there was work to do, every day, all summer. There were a few years when we took a trip during spring break–once to Yosemite, once to Death Valley, and once to San Simeon. There was a little song we sang when we pulled out of our driveway: “We’re on our little way, We’re on our little way, Goodbye house, Goodbye dogs, We’re on our little way.” I guess I still sing that song to myself when I drive away from home base.
Now I am watching my daughter, Claire, age 20, entering the world beyond our home base. Her world is enlarging as she discovers the wonders of traveling and learning to love other places and peoples. It makes me very happy.
I will be off the grid for the next 10 days or so. All is well, all is well.