I’m not so great at feigning excitement for the homework and reading “Sam I Am” stories. We get it done.
I want to foster a wonder, pique an interest and encourage wanderlust for every corner of the globe.
Sometimes she plays Minecraft and I watch Orange Is The New Black, other times we watch how anthropologists reconstructed King Tut’s face from archaeological information supplied from wooden sculptures made of Tut during his youth. We read National Geographic, Google destinations and cook dishes from far off places.
We have discovered that a cheese burger tastes different in Australia than in New Zealand. We have tried Rydge’s carrot, prawn and coconut soup in Sydney and cherry-lavender lemonade at The Common in Melbourne. We have marvelled at the promptness of the double-decker public transport overseas, compared to the smelly, loud diesel trains and buses that never run to schedule here.
We save our coins and even when life eats into our travel funds, we still put what we can aside. We explore in our minds and fantasise about the travel that feels like it will never quite happen. She is always down for a last minute adventure, be it to Wellington or Australia or for a rock climb at the beach a mere 30 minutes from home.
I’m trying. One day. Even if I have wrinkles and she has a degree. Explore everything