I was getting some clothes together last night to pack for a trip I'm taking. My sister was helping me. I took out a white cotton button-up shirt with quaint details and showed it to her.
"This would look great with a sombrero," I told her.
"Excellent," she replied.
I threw the shirt in the pile of shirts I'd already picked out for my trip.
I am going to
This is a very special trip. I've invested in a digital voice recorder, an electronic Spanish-English translator, a Spanish-English dictionary, a Spanish conversation quick-reference card, sunscreen, sunglasses that look like something out of the movie, The Mexican... I've even been watching movies set in
I'm basically going through Mexico-mania, reading up on the history of the places I'll be visiting and trying to tentatively plan an itinerary, even though I plan to be somewhat spontaneous.
I want to remember everything about this trip. Enough to write a book, really, but it's hardly going to be a book just about
What makes this trip to
What makes this trip so special is my travel companion. My travel companion is someone I see everyday, whom I sometimes take for granted and fail to spend enough time getting to truly know. My travel companion is someone I easily get annoyed with, and constantly butt heads with to prove myself.
My travel companion is someone I love dearly, but often can only handle in tiny doses. My travel companion is someone I am dreading spending ten days in
My travel companion is my father.
I am looking forward to this trip to
For one thing, I'm not gonna have to butt heads with him to prove myself, because I'll be the one doing most of the communicating in Spanish. Also, being the one reading the guidebooks and making itinerary preparations, perhaps I'll show my Dad as good a time as he used to show the family back when we used to be world travelers. Perhaps during this trip, I'll get to show my Dad how great a job in raising me he did. Perhaps our similarities will make us bond and see how cool we really are, instead of annoy each other with our stubbornness, and other things perceived as faults at any other time.
This trip is going to be a learning experience for both of us about each other, as everyday life makes it difficult to see the things that truly matter in life... that family is the best source of love and identity anyone could ever wish for.
My friend upon hearing about my trip to
I'm lucky because I have a father I'm getting a chance to bond with as a mature woman, while picking out what color sombrero would bring out my eyes best.