Where does the journey start?
About 20 years ago, when I was pregnant with my second daughter, I promised myself that when both my daughters leave home, I will go on a long journey.
Some things take a long time to come to fruition. Twenty years and two amazing, grown-up daughters later, the time has come: this September, I will take wing and leave my home town for an indefinite amount of months to travel around Europe.
What I didn’t know 20 years ago is that I would find the love of my life, and we would celebrate our wedding the weekend before we start the journey, thus turning it into a honeymoon.
It makes it sound like a fairy tale…
Neither did I know that I would be a Tango teacher.
Frank and I are looking forward to meeting other Tango communities along the way, to join in the dancing and to do some teaching along the way too. Give us a shout if you would like us to pass by your home town – anywhere in Europe! (We are starting in Spain)
My last big trip was about 15 years ago. I had forgotten just how hard it is to prepare for a long trip, how much there is to do.
The image of a swan comes to my mind, trying to lift itself out of the water, flap-flapping wings beating the surface for a long time before it finally is airborne.
My flat and Frank’s house will be rented out (my flat is already spoken for, but anyone wanting to rent Frank’s house in Cardiff for 6months plus, give us a shout), and we will live and travel in what we fondly call ‘Our Honeymoon Suite’ – here is a picture. I won’t give you any inside pictures, it’s a mess at at the moment; we are at the height of ripping everything out before putting in what we want.
So, that’s my fairy tale… complete with Prince Frank Rozelaar
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