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Today in honour of Mother’s day, I’m sharing some memories of traveling with my mother. From the time I could barely walk, I was traveling with my parents. My father worked in LA and my mom and I were in Vancouver. My mom would bundle me up and take me on the plane with her. Travel was always a part of our life.
I don’t know what possess her to decide that we need to go camping. My mother likes running water, flushing toilets and being inside away from bugs and the sun (like mother like daughter it seems now). Yes, school was taking me on an outdoor adventure week, but that is no reason to huff it. And yet we did. Along with a few other families we went on annual camping trips for a couple of years. Three to five day affairs around BC where we cooked over fires, hiked over mountains and splashed in lakes. Of course, never fully leaving civilization just in case we didn’t feel like cooking and needed to sneak in a dinner in a nearby city (true story – happened in Manning Park. We went to nearby Princeton for dinner one night).
In the middle of nowhere in the Loire Valley of France, in the land of coffee lovers and coffee shops, my mother wanted a cup of tea. We pulled up to something familiar – a McDonalds. As the only person in my family who knew a little bit of French, I was designated orderer. Stepping up and ordering that cup of tea was both confusing and mortifying. My French was clearly not up to snuff and I probably had a weird accent. I went back and forth a bunch of times with the girl behind the counter who was equally as confused as I was, but eventually I got what my mother wanted. A steaming hot cup of tea.
One of our most recent family trips was to Hawaii. Both my brother and I had free time from university and we found an incredible deal. I don’t know whose idea it was to go snorkeling while we were in Maui. I wouldn’t be surprised if it were my idea, but everyone else seemed gung-ho for it which surprised me. My mom is not most adventurous of people I know and my dad can barely swim. We set out one beautiful day on a boat which would take us around the island of Maui. Originally the plan was to go to Molokai, but it was too windy so we had to stay closer to shore. Along the way, we saw plenty of whales, dolphins and even a couple of turtles out to greet the boat. Our guides took us to two different places to snorkel and explore the marine life. It was a struggle to get comfortable in the water, but at least she tried it. A+ for effort.
The trip that almost happen. My parents had made plans to come and visit me in Budapest and then visit my brother in London. It was going to be one grand European tour, but then it didn’t happen and it has been put on hiatus. I still hope one day that I can take my mom to Budapest to see why that city is special to me and then to take her to Vienna and London, both of which I know she will love.
Happy mother’s day to all! What travel memories do you have with your mother?