Today the adventure of my 55th year began; a month in France and Holland which includes the wedding of my step son. A great celebration, no matter how you look at it. As wonderful as a trip maybe, and no matter how much I enjoy traveling, there is always a touch of nerves at the beginning.
Wandering away from family, friends, and the comfort of my life reminds me again of my vulnerablity. In my everyday life I labour under the illusion of some control and predictability. Once I leave that arena, anything can happen. That uncertainty is part of what I enjoy about visiting other places in the world. It is also what gives me a small case if butterflies in the belly as I head out to countries whose language I do not know and whose customs and culture are a new experince.
Today I arrived with friends in Amsterdam, a city I have wanted to visit for years. We are staying just outside of Amsterdam in a small village with family of one of my friends. The homes are much smaller here, but our hosts have opened their home to us with grace and welcome.
The butterflies are slowing down their dance. I am ready to settle into a new adventure!
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