From this little corner, I see our packs all in a row. We're heading out on a dream adventure, a once-in-a-lifetime experience. Thirty countries, twelve months, six people, one wish come true. Three weeks until departure. Thirteen months until return. I feel as ready as I'll ever be for this adventure.
My feet are warm, as in not cold. No cold feet here. I am not scared of the language barrier or the food or the homeschooling. Do you ever feel like something in your life is destiny or fate or just meant to be? This is that for me. Kind of amazing for the girl who's lived in basically the same spot for 30+ years.
But maybe it's not so amazing. Almost everyone I've told about our trip has responded with gasps and wide eyes and "That is incredible! Wow!" People have been overjoyed for us. I've been incredibly supported in this.
I've also had the serendipitous privilege of following behind other great family travelers. For the first couple of years of trip planning, I would leisurely page through Fodors and Frommers guides. The real planning has occurred in the last year, with reservations made and flights booked and decisions made. It has been an inspiration and comfort to follow a couple of families through their own round-the-world trips while planning my own: The Art of Simple Travel and Earth Trekkers. Read their blogs. Their stories and photos are gorgeous.
You can read about my trip at Schlossini.TrésBon.Voyage. We will all write - even Prima, Seconda, and Terza - and we will post photos. I'm not sure what will become of this blog, but I'm sure I'm ready to find out.