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stress and angst that stems from the hustle and bustle of (today’s)
conventional California lifestyle fades away and see that we were
all a bit burnt out, maybe, and ready for something different,
something…adventurous.
We’ve been on the road since June 15, thoroughly
enjoying our little excursion or sabbatical or economically
irresponsible deviation (or whatever you want to call it) despite
the occasional mishap or blunder. We recently finished the fairly
well-planned European leg in Istanbul and flew to South Africa
for the beginning of a largely unplanned second leg, which we
anticipate will take us from Africa through India to Nepal in mid-
November(ish). Then we envision a (long) third leg from China
down to New Zealand. And then maybe a fourth. It depends on a
few things, as you can imagine.
And so now, after already having been barge captains in
France, organic farmers in Italy and gypsies on a Croatian island
(among many other things), we find ourselves living in a rooftop
Airstream trailer park above The Grand Daddy Hotel in Cape Town.
Believe it or not, we still feel like we are just getting started.
Incidentally, our newfound trailer park lifestyle is quite
comfortable. The Daddy did a great job of creating an Airstream
oasis up on its roof. The trailers were lifted up and positioned in
winter
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as a vagabond family ultimately suits us just fine. Taking some time
away from a demanding career and constantly buzzing blackberry
and the fairly rigid schedule of swimming lessons and ballet classes
and soccer practice and tennis lessons and school (yeah, I said it)
has been a real breath of fresh air. It’s not that we needed it; to the
contrary, we were quite happy before we left. (Frankly, that’s likely a
prerequisite to doing something like this and actually enjoying it.) But
we now look back with the clarity that comes when all the noise and