My turn....

The long goodbye is over and it’s finally time to strap on the backpack and head out to South America. There have been many times I’ve wondered over the last week whist I’ve been frantically packing, struggling with huge boxes up and down stairs and cleaning our apartment with the fervour of a medieval serving wench - where is my newly minted wife? Luckily I’ve been able to keep up to date with her fun and frolics in the beautiful city of Cusco and surrounding adventure sport spots via this blog as I on the other hand, in contrast, clean up our now desolate apartment and eat bad takeaway food because we don’t have any plates left. I forget now why this arrangement seemed like such a good idea at the time we agreed to it but needless to say it’s now definitely feeling good to be done with all the ‘things to do’ and head out for some fun and frolics of my own. 

I’ve just received an email from the Peruvian airline that I’m taking for the last leg of my trip that is entirely in Spanish which of course is complete gibberish to me (maybe that was why sending Millay to language school early seemed like such a good idea) I’m assuming it says “we’re looking forward to spiriting you away on our airline, we like you so much maybe you would like to fly first class?” and not “ha ha, now you are ours, we cancel all flights until February!”. We shall see….