When I was in my early twenties, fresh out of college, my company (Varian Data Machines) transferred me to Zurich for a few years where I worked as a computer analyst, installing a home banking system for Swiss Credit Bank. The years were 1976, 1977, and 1978. During those years I traveled (and worked) on both continents, traveling back and forth eight times. The more you travel, the smaller the world becomes. And after returning home permanently, I still traveled to Europe to vacation and ski. At that time I had every right to imagine that my life would always be like that — traveling wherever I wanted, whenever I wanted.
When Howard and I married, I even dragged him on one of those whirlwind “if it’s Tuesday it must be Belgium” tours of western Europe. Two years later Matthew was born, and then four years later came Erica. And my world become smaller. Much smaller. And even the thought of European travel got harder and harder.
Now Matthew is sixteen and Erica twelve. If I want to take my kids to Europe, I had better do it soon.
One day, while cruising the Orbitz.com travel site I saw a great fare. I hemmed, I hawed. I waited three days … until my sister-in-law said “JUST DO IT!” But then the fare was gone. Erica (who inherited a huge dose of wanderlust) took it upon herself to check the fares everyday… until one day last weekend, the fare returned! And I booked the four of us to London for two weeks in August.
I’ll keep you posted as my plans progress.