
This weekend, 30 years ago, I was flying on a big ol’ jet airliner with my best friend Sally.
We were coming home after three months of what would be the best trip of our lives. Sal was 19, I was 20 and we had embarked on our biggest adventure to date.
Allow me to digress, in January of 1990 I returned from four months in Germany with my family and Sally returned from months spent with her family in England.
The year before Sally was fresh out of high school and I already had a year of working under my belt. At the time, University did not appeal to either of us, we were both determined to travel and see the world. After Sal came back from England and I returned from Germany she said, (more…)