Me having lunch in the piazza in Apricale, Italy.
This is my vacation face - happy, fulfilled, inspired...Many moons ago I decided I would no longer try to have the “perfect” trip (almost impossible because we all get tired, disoriented, and my stomach has always been a grumpy travel companion). Instead, I view myself as a collector of perfect moments. On this trip I have already a memory album full.
Taking this trip is definitely not the most financially responsible move, but my perspective on finances and life was completely turned on its head when I was facing death.
Suddenly, saving for retirement seemed like the most ludicrous notion in existence (rationally I know it’s not, but for me, under those circumstances, it was). Those hours before I went into surgery I was so grateful for all those unreasonable leaps we had taken in our life.
Franck and me goofing off on a mountaintop on the island of Paros, Greece.
And as a former PSCer and transplant patient my doctors have harped on and on about how PSC can return, and how now that I have been given life my duty is to go and live it. Writing is one of the ways I do that. And spending time with family and friends. And travelling...oh yes, definitely travelling.
Whatever experiences I have are “in the bank” for good. To me, these days, that is more valuable than any other currency.
Me on top of a lighthouse in Bermuda.
