“It’s not as practical to go tripping around when you’re 95.”
“Well, no,” I agreed with Maga, “but you made good use of your younger years.”
“That’s true. I went all over the world with Jobo and without.”
“Without? Really? What was your first solo trip?”
“It was to Italy.”
“What was the occasion?”
“Well Aunt J met Uncle P and his parents took me in as a houseguest. We drove from France through the Alps to the lake country of Italy.”
“Where was Jobo?”
“He must have been on some sort of trip. I don’t really remember. It was a fantastic trip, though. And you take lots of trips now too, don’t you?”
“I try to. You’re my role model.”
“Do you take as many pictures as I do?”
“No.”
“I probably took too many, but it’s fun to look back at an album and see where you were.”
It’s also just as fun to hear about where she was. And to realize her first solo international trip was to the same country/region as mine. We were forged not just via the same genes, but the same planes as well.
Abigail Mumford 