Travelling on a mission

May 11, 2010 at 9:49 pm (kate, travel, Uncategorized) (, , )

A year and a half ago, I watched as my own mother was physically and emotionally broken down by stage 4 lung cancer. I can only hope that was the worst experience I’ll ever endure. Despite efforts, I had to eventually come to terms that denial was ineffective, and that I was completely incapable and unable of doing anything to stop it. Its grip came with a wrath that nobody and no medical treatment could control, reverse, or even hold off.

Throughout my mother’s entire life, she had one dream that overpowered most others. To be traveling through Europe, or more specifically, the South of France. Whether it was due to family, finance, or other forces, there was always something blocking the path of the Europe dream. In the early summer months of 2009, it finally became attainable. I could tell she was going to be a pretty agreeable travel companion while we planned our itinerary, as the only place she really cared about seeing was the French countryside…

Timing was definitely not on our side, as right when her ultimate dream was within reach for the very first time, it was snatched away in what felt like an instant.

Obviously there are countless upsetting angles, but one of the ones that still bothers me the most today, is that she was so close to achieving the one thing she wanted so, so badly. It is unfair, enraging and sad.

In ghost stories, you hear the term “unfinished business” a lot. I don’t believe in ghosts, but this is certainly a prime example of unfinished business. Although I’m not very spiritual, I feel I owe it to her to give the next best thing. I’m going to scatter my mother’s ashes across the countryside of Southern France. I’m not exactly what you would classify as “a believer”, (I wish that I was) but I’m confident I will feel better when this is done. The circumstances are not exactly ideal, but she will get there.

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TRAVELS

September 3, 2009 at 3:22 pm (alcohol, animals, kate, travel) (, , , , , , , , , )

First, I went to one old place and one new place, to me. The old place was Key West. There’s a lot of personal history there, my parents met there, I got to see the house my mom lived in at the time, now it’s a jewelery store and probably looks heaps different but here it is anyway. See

My mom's old place

My mom's old place

We were on Carnival Cruise lines on a ship called Imagination. In other words, I’m on a boat, motherfuckers.

get your flippyfloppys

get your flippyfloppys


The ship staff was amazing, super attentive all the time, put on great shows, and had a great on board orchestra. I really wanted to hit on the bass player…
His name was Lee, and he played bass and he had an English accent. SOLD. Oh, and he could sing, Beatles. EXTRA SOLD.

Guapo

Guapo

The people were nice but it is littered with a lot of wretched excess type. I witnessed a LOT of gorging, which feels extra odd when you’re visiting countries such as our next location, Cozumel, Mexico. It was beautiful, but really really HOT. There was a little kid playing another type of Mexican bass instrument who I wanted to adopt. So cute, despite that he should have been in school during the time we saw him.

skills

skills

horseh does not approve of cooling method

horseh does not approve of cooling method


The food was all pretty good but the drinks weren’t included in the trip price. They are smart little bastards. They give you this card, called a “fun card” or something like that. It acts as a credit card so instead of paying for drinks and excursions in cash, you just swipe this little “fun card”, and all is well… Until that is, you get the bill. Then it’s anything but fun.
"Hey, nice drink." "Thanks, it was free with my fun card!" "OH RLY?"
It was crazy awesome to get to see the fam and be asea for a week anyway.

Next was a little trip I think of as “NYC round 2: Independence Day Edition.”

4th of, Ju-ly, Brooklyn's, on fire!

4th of, Ju-ly, Brooklyn's, on fire!


Since we are cheap bastards, we decided to take a bus to Buffalo and then fly into the city from there. We grabbed the necessities and got on board.
Fuel

Fuel

don't get too excited, it's just Buffalo

don't get too excited, it's just Buffalo


We met HEAPS (I learned that slang from the Aussies) of people in and around our hostel from Wales, London, Seattle, Guatemala, and Australia. We were bogans (another newly acquired Ausspeak!) and sat in the dirt and watched the sunrise on the 4th after fireworks and drinking.
Bogans

Bogans


We learned quickly that were in fact, watching the sunrise from the wrong side. Woteva, still good. Still good.
what's going on here?......awwwww shit.

what's going on here?......awwwww shit.

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