Eight Weeks. Ten Countries: Andorra, Bosnia, Croatia, Czech Republic, France, Germany, Hungary, Serbia, Spain, Turkey. Countless cities and adventures. Family. Best friends and new friends. It started out as a return to family heritage and ended as a paddling extravaganza. When my dad planned this trip over a year ago, he referred to it as “The Trip of a Lifetime.” He was more right than he will ever know!
I have never been on a trip quite like this and I don’t know that I ever will again.
The thought of going home is comically surreal after two months. Not that I wont get home, see my bed, and thank goodness that I finally made it right before collapsing for a long nap, but rather that it feels like just another temporary stop on this crazy trip. Forgive me in advance for philosophizing, but I believe life, like this trip, is a series of momentary stops. Staying in one place too long is not good. And getting lost is a distinct possibility.
Thank you Dad for the Trip of a Lifetime!