My sister, L, lived in Jamaica as a teenager and speaks fluent Spanish because she lived in Mexico as a young adult, where she met her beautiful Argentinean husband, who won’t let that adjective rest if he ever reads it. She spent summers in Italy and tragically only on one occasion, did she and I go to Europe with an aunt who still travels the world with wild child abandon and a cousin, who speaks fluent French not to mention teaches Italian. I think her English is pretty good too, but she lives in Australia now and the Aussies might not agree. I’d have to hate all these women if I didn’t love them.
Marriage and children will reduce the flow of passport ink down to a trickle and here is the point of inspiration: L still travels but she does it within her current life, and more locally on a regular basis. She goes out into her world and experiences it. If you happen to have three children all under the age of ten, you know how remarkable that is once you know she hauls them with her. Maybe that’s just me. I only had one and she was the child people see and say, “Don’t have another. You only get one easy child.” They didn’t tell me the easy child might lose their mind at 15, but that’s okay.. She found it a couple years later and left home, but when that happened, I found myself sitting around waiting. I’m not sure what I was waiting for, but my sister unknowingly pointed me out the door. I like to think it’s possible to work a day job and see the world. She certainly is.
You are by far my favorite sister!
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