Sunday, February 24, 2013

I’ve done quite a bit of traveling–and even internationally. God has blessed me with many opportunities. I was able to go to England, Wales and Scotland with my first husband, Bill. It was an adventure we shared together. In Scotland, we looked at each other questioningly when the server repeated our order in her Scottish brogue. Did she say we were getting a burger? Or one Scottish woman when complaining about England having too many sheep: “Sheepie, sheepie, everywhere!” It became our private joke: “sheepie, sheepie.”

Then I traveled to Italy with two of my sisters and sister in law.We marveled at the lovely scenery. It was exactly like the movie “Under the Tuscan Sun”! We giggled when we hoped the conductor wouldn’t ask us for our tickets on the train, for we forgot to keep the ticket.

Then there was the mega trip to South Africa with 17 hours of flight. But I had my second husband, Blair, with me. We laughed together at the movies. Agreed the food wasn’t that great. And held hands on take offs and landings.

I just returned from my first international flight alone. My heart squeezed in sadness and memory as a couple held hands and the husband kissed his wife. I had to stop myself from grabbing my seat mate’s hand when we bumped a bit descending in Reykjavik, Iceland. But I did it! One more step moving forward. Creating new history–by myself–and those special people I have in my life.