Maybe you’ve noticed, maybe you haven’t, but for these last few weeks I’ve been updating my “Countries and Cities Visited…” list. I hope someone has noticed, lol!
This revision, which included both text and photos, was so much easier said than done as a) all my digital images from mid-2005 through to mid-2008 were all stolen, and b) any hard-copies of the said stolen photos or photos prior to mid-2005 are all safely (we hope) in storage. Big bummer 😦
Fortunately on commencing this exercise Canada was first. There were so VERY many places I’d never previously listed, even Niagara Falls wasn’t there – how funny/sad is that?! This had me thinking as I began each country as to what cities we’d visited whilst there. Yet another reason the updating took so long as I so often had to visit memory-lane. Consequently I’d become lost there for hours!
Iceland is another great example of “insufficient information” as when I first listed Iceland on the blog I’d only included Akureyri, Husavik and Reykjavík. Lucky for me my mother sent back with me in February the scrapbook I made for them after they visited us in Iceland 2007. It reminded me of so much we’d seen, done and had slipped-my-mind! Ah-hum… particularly Reyðarfjörður, we’d only lived for almost three years.
This is one of the photographs I salvaged from my mother’s computer back in February before it went who-knows-where. When we first arrived in Iceland in 2005 we didn’t have a car so I would walk the children to daycare then wander around town for ages taking photographs!
Our first R&R (Rest and Recreation) was to Paris. This is another of the photographs rescued from my mother’s computer and just happens to be one of my all-time favorite happy-snaps of my Darling Daughter who was only two-years-old at the time. She took to Paris like a duck to water!
And this photo, which sadly is only a scan of a copy, is my all-time favorite photograph of Young Sir on our holiday in Morocco. I happened to snap this photo as we were packing up after breakfast, about to leave the bivouac where we’d spent the night in the Sahara Desert. He may have only been five-years-old at the time but for him, Morocco was like a second home.
Yes, there’s no denying our life has been truly blessed but it’s certainly nothing we’ve ever taken for granted. During our time back in Australia, before we moved to Canada, the children learnt about choices and priorities as we bought a house. This naturally meant no overseas holidays as we once again had a mortgage taking first priority.
They weren’t impressed to say the least but quickly learnt that we can’t have it all and sacrifices have to be made. Hence when the news came we were finally making our move to Canada all I heard for months was… “mum, how much longer?”