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Wanderlust and the need for a routine

I suppose it was in some sense unavoidable for me to become a traveller at heart. Being born into a family of restless people I had to at least be somewhat affected. As it was, my lust for travel and adventure was planted in me even before I could walk. Perhaps even before I was born. My parents have always been keen travellers and did quite a lot of adventourous travelling before they had kids.

Especially my dad is restless at heart; he has an unsatiable need to wander. My mum is surely the more grounded of the two. Actually, she probably would not have travelled as much if it wasn’t for my dad. My dad always wanted to see the world from the sea side so when he had managed to persuade my mum to sail across the Atlantic with him as deckhands on a sailing boat he was naturally delighted. My mum less so. She likes sailing as long as the winds are calm and the waters glossy. Thus, she spent most of her deckhand time trying to cope with overwhelming nausea while my dad enjoyed himeslf immensely.

I was only a baby when I went on a sailing boat for the first time. The boat’s name was YoYo and my dad’s very first own sailing boat. He bought it before he even knew how to sail properly, but that was no hindrance to him. His philosophy was learning by doing and it seemed to work out fine for him.

Since then my dad bought an old ship carcass in Greenland while we were living there and worked on it for several hours every day until it was ready to sail. We then spent our summers sailing around the Greenlandic seas in The Northern Star as the ship was called. We also had a small speed boat that my sister and I practically grew up on, spending our summers sailing around the Greenlandic archipelago, fishing, and going camping on the islands. I remember those summers as truly magical.

A on my brother’s and dad’s new boat, Starlet

I was a mere two months old when I sat feet on my first airplane. Going from Denmark to Greenland, where we were going to live for the next 4 years and where my sister was born.

My first actual memory from Greenland is one of trying to reach a keyhole that was exactly out of my reach with a key I had been given by my mum upon insisting on going home to bed while my parents were visiting a friend and talking boring adult talk. I was two years old. My mum had given me the key and let me go while secretly following me home at a safe distance. I remember desperately reaching for the keyhole while eventually peeing my pants and starting to cry.

My mum was surely very quick to come to my aid. Much quicker than my memory tells me; all I remember is reaching for that keyhole on a light Greenlandic summers evening and not being able to reach it. That’s my first memory of wandering into the world on my own. And the need has stuck with me.

into the wilderness

The need to explore and to be in unknown places and situations. It is not because I love being uncertain about things and not knowing what things are going to be like. It is more of a feeling that I need more experience. That I still don’t know enough about life to be able to live it fully. But when I travel it is as much a journey inwards as a journey out into the unknown.

an unknown situation all right

Travelling for me has changed over time. Travelling with A is a completely different experience from travelling on my own when I was younger. I think I have only really settled into travelling since I started travelling with A. It started with small trips when she was just a baby. We would take the train to Rostock in Germany to visit my friend, we would go sailing with the family, or taking small 1 to 2 week trips to other places in Europe.

My motivation for travelling with A is surely to give her the possibility of gaining experiences from the world that are invaluable for her. But it is as much a believe that these experiences we have together might help tighten our bonds and be a guide to us in how to live our lives in the future in the sense that we are inspired and enriched by the people we meet, the places we go, the cultures we are fortunate enough to have a small taste of etc. And last but not least, it is a need to wander. Is it selfish of me to take my daughter travelling for long periods at a time? You could say that there is an element of selfishness in it. However, since nomadic tendencies are a part of my person, it would be to deny a whole part of myself if I were to not travel, and that in turn would be to deny A that part of me. For sure, travelling is an act of balancing, but so is any other part of life. And if we are able to balance our lives, to get equally the amount of time we need for ourselves, to process our experiences and to just live and equally the amount of adventure that fits us, then I believe that travelling is truly worth it.

Like everything else in life you become more accustomed to travelling over time. You settle into a more relaxed travel pace. A and I have managed to slow down enough that it feels like we’re not on the move constantly and that has been a big help for us in appreciating things and places more. I have discovered that we need at least a week to feel at home in a new place, and much likely longer. Granted, A and I are going home soon. A has made it very clear that 10 months of travel is enough for now. We have agreed that next time we travel we will stay even longer in each place. Go to fewer places and stay longer in each new spot.

Machu Picchu in the sunshine is a magnificent sight

I suppose A will be inheriting at least part of my wanderlust as it would be almost impossible for her not to. On the other hand, she has been very good at raising her voice when she had enough of new experiences. And I think part of what this trip has taught us is to know when to slow down.

There will be other trips, perhaps shorter, perhaps longer, in the future. We will learn new things from these trips. But we will always be able to look back on our journeys so far and remember all the things we learned. About ourselves and about the world.




The necessity of taking time for yourself when travelling

When travelling, one of the greatest challenges for me is staying true to myself, my values, and my principles; sometimes travelling makes it hard to stay in tune with yourself because you are constantly exposed to new things; new people, new places, new sights, smells, tastes etc. etc.

enjoying the beautiful sights of Cali, Colombia

Being on the move a lot makes it especially hard for me to pay enough attention to my own thoughts, feelings, and needs. And of course this affects my behaviour and my interactions with the people around me, especially with A. We are used to spending all our time together at home, but travelling adds another dimension to this and, naturally, some challenges. It can be challenging for me to stay rational and fair at all times, when I get stressed out or overwhelmed I tend to have less patience and I become irritated more easily, and it isn’t fair to A if I am not capable of taking the time to myself that I need.

I have sometimes found it difficult to take that time. We don’t always have the possibility of taking time to ourselves while travelling, or doing what we feel like when we feel like it. At least not the way we usually do it at home. That is why it is so important to find ways to take that time.

One of the ways I take a little time to wind down these days is to enjoy my coffee a little extra, simply dwell on the taste. Shut everything out. Just me and my coffee.

a break with a cup of coffee

A too needs time to process everything and to stay tuned into her own needs. She has different ways than me of coping with being on the move and it can be difficult for her as well, but she is very good at adjusting to different situations. This is something we have both learned and are both learning as we travel.

As such, travelling for us is also an exercise in listening to ourselves, our bodies, our minds, and our needs.

What helps us when we feel disconnected is to settle down and stay in one place for a longer period of time. We need these breaks from all our experiences and choices and impressions so we can process what we go through, and take time for ourselves to do simply nothing.

relaxing in Popayan, Colombia

It is easy to get caught up in a belief that we have to rush to see all the things that all the places we visit have to offer. At least I sometimes get caught up in that belief. Luckily, A is much better at taking it easy. She is good at listening to her own needs.

A taking time for herself at our home in Bogota

She reminds me of the need to take it easy, which is a big help for me from time to time. She has a way of settling in the moment, an incredible ability to be content in the present, which allows her to enjoy the moment to the fullest. No matter if we are swimming in the Caribbean, walking down a busy street in Bogota or Quito, visiting an ancient ruin in Peru, or simply lazing around in our accommodation. A is good at being in the present. And she is good at letting me know if she needs a day to relax.


The other day A said she wanted to stay at home while Niels and I went into town. She spent the whole day with our host, Nini, and was so happy when we got back that she had been able to relax and unwind. She had been talking to my dad on skype, playing cards on the laptop, playing wii, simply enjoying herself. This time that she took for herself makes it possible for her to process some of all the things we have experienced on our travels.

When we take time to ourselves we don’t necessarily need to be alone. For example, as I am writing this we are three people in the room; one is reading, one is playing the ipad, and one is writing. Everyone is absorbed by their own thing, which is exactly what taking time for yourself is about. You don’t have to be alone to take time for yourself, you simply need to tune out of your surroundings and into yourself. This is an ability that A has mastered.

I am not the only one to notice A’s ability to be present in the now and to listen to her own needs. Numerous times people have complimented this ability in her and reminded me of how important this ability is. In a room full of people she is able to sit quietly in a corner, looking in a book, or watching some show on mute, or having a conversation with herself. And being able to do this is paramount, especially when on the move.

Our travels are continuing along with our learning and our exercises in staying true to ourselves and our own needs and values. We treasure the moments we have, the moments we get, and all the time that is given to us.


Colombia; salsa, street art, street food, and alegria all mixed up <3


We meet up with my brother, Niels, in Quito. We have been travelling for almost 5 months and we are really happy to see a familiar face. A is positively beaming with happiness. She has been looking forward to seeing her uncle for a long time!

My brother brought sunshine to Quito and we enjoy a couple of sunny days there, a welcomed change to the rainy days we have been experiencing since we arrived.

Actually, we have spent quite a long time in Ecuador. We travelled up the coast from Peru to Montañita, Puerto Lopez, Canoa, and then Mompiche, where we stayed for a month, which I will elaborate on later, and then we went to Quito.

In Quito we meet Jan from Germany. We spend some really good days with him, going to Otavalo and Mindo, which are both towns near to Quito. Jan is delightful company and A really enjoys spending time with him. We go around town pretending to have super powers and fighting against evil forces who want to control the earth. It is a lot of fun. We also meet up with Olga and Magdalena, two girls from Poland that we know from Mompiche, and we are really happy to see them again.

Magdalena, A, and Olga

We have had some good adventures, met amazing people, and enjoyed life a lot in Ecuador. But we are ready to move on. To Colombia. I am SO excited to see this country. Virtually everyone we have met have told us that Colombia is AMAZING!

leaving Quito

The border crossing from Ecuador to Colombia is the quickest and easiest we have made on our travels so far. The part that took the longest was getting stamped out of Ecuador and that was only because the line was the same one as people entering the country were in. On the Colombian side we just breeze through and then we get a taxi to Ipiales where we spend our first night.

The next morning we take an 8 hour bus ride to Popayan. The scenery on the ride is stunning. A counts 8 waterfalls. We ride on the mountain sides and look down steep hills into valleys with rivers. Everything is green and lush. It is a big change to the southern coasts we have left behind.

Popayan is known in Colombia as la ciudad blanca, the white city, and one of the most well-kept colonial cities in Colombia. The historical center is full of old, white buildings. It is warmer here and we enjoy walking along the streets in el centro historico. We eat street food; arroz con frijoles and arepas con queso. It is easy to find assumably vegetarian food but we have to make it absolutely clear that we don’t want ANY kind of meat. Unfortunately we are unlucky enough to be served alegedly vegetarian dishes with meat in them on several occasions; yuck! This is not unique for Colombia though; it happens all over South America all the time. It is more a question of cultural differences than anything else, I think. The aspect of not eating any animal products is simply unthinkable here. And surely fish or poultry is not meat? As well as minced meat or broth cooked on meat is not meat. But it is!!

We walk around town and climb a hill with a statue on it that gives a great view over Popayan.

Our first impressions of Colombia are great. People are incredibly friendly and welcoming. People in the street stop us to ask where we’re from or just to bid us hello and welcome. A lot of people ask us to pose with them in pictures; they are especially fond of A’s blond hair and blue eyes. A agrees to pose once in a while, but she also knows when she’s had enough and declines if she feels too overwhelmed.

We stay three nights in Popayan before moving on to Cali, Colombia’s most famous salsa town. And Cali is AMAZING – Niels and I love it from the moment we arrive. A is reluctant because she is hungry and tired. But once we have eaten some bandeja she feels better. And Cali captures her heart as well.



Montañita, Ecuador – a walk along the beach

This is actually my 50th post – what a nice thing 🙂

Crossing the border into Ecuador from Peru was quite easy. The border force officer even smiled at us – it is the first time in my life I have met a smiling border force officer. And he gave us a 90 days stay even though I only asked for 2 months.

However, our bus was searched no less than three times. Everyone was ordered out of the bus every time and there was a dog that was made to enter the bus and sniff around while our backpacks and suitcases were searched.

I am not sure if there is a particular reason for this. I wondered if it had something to do with the possibility of someone trying to bring coca leaves into the country from Peru, since we experienced no such thing the two times we crossed borders between Peru and Bolivia, where coca leaves are legal.

We were both very tired since we had spent the whole day waiting for our bus in Mancora, which was a nightbus. It came at 11 pm and we were at the border at around 2 am. A had almost fallen asleep when we reached the border and had to get out and through the pass control. But she always takes it so fantastically. She wakes up, gets her things and gets out of the bus. If something seems weird, like our bus being searched so many times she will ask me why they’re doing it and I’ll try to explain as well as I can. But A always makes it through things like these without complaining and I really admire that. We are definitely not travelling the most comfortable way possible, first of all I can’t afford that and second of all I choose to travel slowly overland for many different reasons, and she never complains about it. I don’t think A even thinks about our way of travelling as being ‘unusual’ for a single parent and a child, she simply thinks of it as another aspect of our lives. This is part of how we do things.

Our first stop here in Ecuador is Montañita. We had a quick stopover in Guayaquil but I had chosen to skip this city for now; I had read different things about the city that made me not want to stay there and besides, we wanted to swim, so we moved on up north. Montañita is very good if you like partying, and, needless to say, partying is not exactly what we’re after. But, there is also a very nice stretch of beach here. We walked up and down the beach yesterday and went for several dips. We almost had the beach to ourselves. It was quite cloudy and we were both wearing sun screen but we found out that the sun is very harsh here, so we need to be really careful. None of us sunbathe but we like to swim and that exposes us to the sun as well.

montañita beach

We have found a favourite juice stall with 1 dollar shakes and toasts and crepes and another stall with veggie burgers. But prices are different than in Peru here. I don’t know if it is just Montañita that’s pricey because it’s so touristy, but I suspect Ecuador is just a little more expensive than other countries in South America.

A is waiting for a delicious juice at our favourite stall

Today we met a friend from Huanchaco. A girl from Switzerland, Shania. She had made almost the same journey we did and is now staying in Montañita for a while. She is making her way up north to meet a friend in Colombia. It was really nice to see a familiar face and we enjoyed talking and exchanging experiences. Shania is looking for a job here, so she can save money on food and accommodation. That’s how we met her in Huanchaco; we came to the hostel she was working at for breakfast. We also met two Dutch girls at our favourite juice stall who had been to Colombia and were making their way down to Peru. They showed us some very beautiful pictures of places they had been to in Colombia. A was so delighted to have someone to talk to other than me that she couldn’t stop telling them how happy she was to meet them.

After breakfast we went for a long walk along the beach. It is quite beautiful here. And almost deserted. All we saw were pelicans, black vultures, and lots and lots of little sea snails.

funny little snails are everywhere in the sand

A ran along the beach in front of me, following the lines in the sand, which the waves were making and dancing while she was singing a made up song.

She said to me that even though our Christmas this year would be so different from all our other Christmases it would still be a Christmas. ‘Just a different one – one that we will remember always’, she said. I smiled.

I hope she will look back on this Christmas and remember it as a fantastic adventure.

Sucre, Bolivias little known capital

Moving from place to place can be exhausting. Both A and I are feeling the exhaustion in different ways. I am trying to maintain a sense of stability in our travel lives by establishing little routines in the new places we come to. Our “routine” here in Sucre is going for a little walk every day. We have both taken a liking to the city cemetery. And it really is a beautiful cemetery. We like to go there and just wander around the place, take pictures, talk, admire the flowers and the graves, and sit down on a bench to relax. A man told us that Sucre cemetery is the most important cemetery in all of Bolivia. No less than 6 presidents are buried there, if I understood him correctly.

Today when we went there A wanted to borrow my camera to take pictures. I went ahead of her and walked slowly, looking at the plants, the graves, and just enjoying the stillness of the place. At some point I noticed that A wasn’t behind me anymore. I waited for a couple of minutes and then went back the way I came from. A was rushing towards me with tears filling up her eyes. She threw herself in my arms and said “up” in a small voice, like she used to do when she was a lot smaller. I lifted her up.

She had been frightened because she thought she had lost me. But what she was even more upset about was the fact that she had accidentally erased all the pictures on my camera. She had been taking some really beautiful pictures and now they were all gone. She was so upset by what happened she couldn’t stop crying for a while. We talked about how pictures are just pictures and how the things will still be there even though the erased pictures are gone.

We decided to back another day to the cemetery. We were off to meet Steph, an English girl we met here in Sucre, for lunch. We ate at the Condor cafe, a coop that sells vegetarian food from local producers. It is a nice place to hang out though it is very touristy and almost only other travellers go there. It is a bit pricy for Bolivian standards as well. We sat and enjoyed lunch and then played cards for a while before we left to find the dinosaur playground.

A was happy to play for a while at the playground. She found some children and they tried out the seesaws. She also managed to convince Steph to go on the slide with her. I didn’t feel like trying it at the time.

We have learned that the weather here in Sucre changes quite suddenly. It can begin with bright, sunny skies and a warm breeze and then change into rain, cold wind, and thunder. So it’s good to be prepared for anything. We got quite cold coming home from the market today. Sucre’s central market is a really nice place to hang out for a while and have a juice or a fruit salad.


We befriend one of the fruit ladies and come to her stall almost every day.  She always remebers what we want.

Sucre has a really nice vibe to it. It is quite tranquille compared to other cities we have been to in Bolivia and even though here are lots of tourists it still manages to keep an air of Bolivian authenticity. And of course Sucre has its strange perks. Like zebras helping you cross the road.


Sucre is also a place for us to make new friends. We meet Steph from the UK. We both instantly like her. It is like meeting an old friend. Steph and I have quite a lot in common. Like our perspective of the world. How we understand people around us. We have long conversations about spirituality and connectedness with your surroundings. A enjoys listening to our talks. But she finds it frustrating when she doesn’t understand everything we say and I am too into the conversation to want to translate everything. Even though A’s English is very good there are still things she doesn’t quite understand and that is frustrating to her.

The woman we stay with, Bertha, and her family are all very sweet people. A makes friends with Bertha’s son and daughter and they have some hours of fun. In spite of the difference in language children have a way of communicating that renders the spoken word obsolete. They communicate in spite of the difference in mother tongue, or maybe, they communicate better BECAUSE of their different native languages; they don’t let words come between them.

We also meet the sweetest couple you can imagine; Martina and Mathias from Switzerland. They are on a long journey as well. We play cards, talk about the different places we have been to and all in all enjoy each others company.

All in all. Sucre treats us nicely. We hope to return at some point. For more good memories ❤




Wonder and magic in Arequipa

We had some beautiful days in Arequipa. Not least because of the amazing people we met there. After our not very pleasant bus ride from Lima we needed to feel at home and welcome and Arequipa offered just that.

In our hostel we met some very sweet young women from Belgium who were all positively intruiged by our travel plans and the idea of unschooling. We were happy to tell about our endeavours and what “school” looks like for A. I always feel so fortunate when I am able to talk about unschooling to people I meet and I can tell that they are excited about the idea. It turned out they all found the idea amazing and one of them even said it gave her hope and inspired her – that made me very happy.

After two days in our hostel we moved to our couchsurfing destination. We were to live with Jessica and her family. It turned out to be the most wonderful place to stay. Jessica and her sister, brother and mother were all warm and welcoming and we instantly felt at home.

It turned out we had a lot of things in common too.

The first few days in Arequipa we spent recovering from our disastrous bus journey from Lima. We mostly slept, ate, and watched movies and read. But we also did a little bit of wandering around the city. Arequipa has been said to have the most beautiful Plaza de Armas in all of Peru and it is really a pretty Plaza. Which A LOT of travelers have found out. Arequipa is bustling with tourists and backpackers alike. We saw the Santa Catalina Monastery and visited the Museo Santuario Andinos, where we saw Juanita, a young Inca girl, who was sacrificed to the Inca gods.

It was a nice change to move from a hostel to Jessica’s house. We immediately felt welcome and at home. Jessica and her family took us around time and to sights outside of time. We enjoyed 5 wonderful days there. We also went on a tour to see Colca Canyon.

Arequipa was wonder, magic, and incredibly sweet people ❤



When travelling is less than fun

We are fine. Actually we are very well and we are happy and excited to be experiencing a lot of new things. We really enjoy it. But sometimes travelling is no pleasure. We have had a few of those times when we have travelled. This time it was a bus ride from Lima to Arequipa. The ride takes approximately 16 hours. It took a little longer but nevermind.

I booked tickets with one of the more expensive companies here, Cruz del Sur, to make sure we would have a comfortable ride. And I must say this is the most luxurious bus I have ever stepped on in my life. Reclining sofa seats, a place to put your feet, space for your belongings, movies on the screen in front of you, two meals (if you’re not a vegan), and blankets and pillows. Very nice.

It was an overnight ride as I figured we would be able to sleep on the way and not be too tired when we arrived in Arequipa. Only, I was wrong.

After about 5 minutes on the bus A felt sick. Two seconds later she had thrown up all over herself and her seat. I resolutely emptied our bag of food in my seat so she would have something to throw up in for the next attack. That was wise. A had a stomack ache. She was throwing up every hour for the whole ride. I was running back and forth between our seats and the steward’s seat in the back of the bus for more puke bags and paper to wipe A’s nose, mouth, and forehead.

After a little while I also started feeling nauseous and my stomach was acting up. On top of this my mooncup decided to leak so I had to pinch myself in the, by now, not very delicious bathroom of the bus and stay upright for long enough to do something about it. It was an act of balance and determination. Neither easy nor fun.

Naturally, we didn’t sleep much on this bus ride. A managed to sleep for a little in between her throwing up but I stayed wide awake worrying about her and making sure she had everything she needed as best as I could. I also started to wonder if this was really the sort of experiences I wanted A to have. But I told myself it wouldn’t make things better to take it out on myself. Sometimes things are just not nice or fun or easy.

Poor A didn’t eat anything on the whole ride. She managed to drink a little water but she threw it up right away.

When we arrived in Arequipa we were both exhausted. We stumpled out of the bus. A couldn’t carry anything so I had carry all our baggage. I really wanted to carry her but it wasn’t possible. Arriving from Lima, Arequipa was burning hot and we immediately felt sweaty and uncomfortable after our long, unpleasant ride, wearing too much clothes and being both hungry and very tired.

We got a taxi from the bus station to our hostel but he couldn’t drop us off at the exact spot so we had to wander around and look for it. A well meaning woman send us in the wrong direction and after about 15 minutes (I know it doesn’t sound like much but at that exact point it felt like hours) of walking around in the blazing sun we found what we were seeking.

We fell into our dorm beds and slept. Oh sweet, sweet sleep.

Today is our second day here. A is still recovering. We are taking it very easy. Eating, sleeping, talking, watching movies. We have managed a small stroll in our nearby surroundings and Arequipa is beautiful. I am sure we will have a wonderful time here once we are both fully recovered.

Goodbye and see you again

It’s a dangerous business,…, going out your door. You step onto the road, and if you don’t keep your feet, there’s no knowing where you might be swept off to – J.R.R. Tolkien

We are packing up our lives here in Denmark A and I, packing them up and leaving them behind. We are going on a journey. Initially, we know where we are going. But who knows where our feet will take us in the time to come?

Phew, packing for a whole year is not exactly easy or simple. I have been reading the good part of 20 different packing lists from just as many travel blogs and have gotten a little wiser and a lot more confused. It seems there are so many necessary travel gadgets to be bought before you can embark on any journey if I had to acquire all those things we wouldn’t be going anywhere at all. So we’ll make do with what we have. We are venturing out with very little in terms of savings and stuff. But I am pretty sure we have the essentials. If not we will know when we get there.

It is a strange thing knowing that we will be away for a long time and we will see and experince many different things and maybe we will change and surely we will learn while it is difficult to know what will happen to our surroundings back here.

We are leaving tomorrow and I am actually scared. I have read about all the things you shouldn’t read about before going to a new place. People have told me horror stories about travellers getting hurt one way or the other. All to prepare me for the evils I will face when abroad. I know it is something that can’t be avoided when you talk about your endeavors or your plans; people are prone to tell you about the worst case scenarios. I suppose it is all well meant. But people have also wished us well and sent us their love and said they will miss us. And we will miss them. It is very hard to say goodbye.

However, what I really need to do is listen to my myself. Stick with the thoughts I had that led to the decision to go travelling. There is a reason we are doing this. I have to calm my mind and embrace our adventure. We will be fine. We. Will. Be. Fine.

After all, it is what I say to myself most of the time anyway. We will be fine.

We have packed and unpacked so many times now I am not sure I can do anything else to prepare. My packing list looks approximately like this;


  • 5 pairs of underwear each
  • 2 pairs of socks each
  • 1 pair of long pants and 1 pair of shorts each
  • 1 dress each
  • 2 long sleeved shirts each and 1 t-shirt each
  • 1 swimsuit each
  • 1 fleece each
  • 1 top each
  • 1 all purpose jacket each


  • 1 pair of sneakers each
  • 1 pair of sandals each


  • Mosquito net
  • 1 travel towel
  • 1 sarong
  • Passports, tickets, money


  • PC
  • Ipad
  • Camera
  • 2 phones
  • Chargers & batteries
  • Ipod
  • E-reader
  • Earphones


  • Glasses and contacts and solution
  • Moon cup
  • Band aids
  • Nail clipper
  • Small pair of scissors
  • Hair bands
  • Etc.


  • Pain killers
  • Vitamin pills
  • Diarrhea pills
  • Malaria meds.

This is roughly what we have packed give or take a few things. I am sure we’ll figure out if we forgot something and indeed what we forgot when we get there.

We have said a lot of goodbyes. Family and friends we won’t see for a while have given us their blessings and we are all promising to stay safe. The world awaits. We are ready.