How do you really know if you can handle traveling with someone? Lynn and I met a little over eight years ago in Scottsdale, AZ at work. After highjacking her project, I invited her to go skydiving with a group of my friends (it only seemed logical). It’s a friendship that has survived us both moving throughout the United States (collectively 5 times) and meeting up to do adventurous activities (e.g., visiting islands off the coast of GA with wild cows, hiking for hidden waterfalls in Kawaii, snorkeling with Tiger Sharks in the Galapagos, learning to scuba dive in the Florida Keys, on and on).
We are both a little Type A but with very different tastes. I like Jimmy Choo shoes, Lynn loves her Tevas. I shave half my head, Lynn has never dyed a strand of hers. I’m a morning person, Lynn stays up late. Lynn reads about every place on our trip … I’m going to wing it (why do double work when she’s done all the research). Basically, our worlds don’t collide, they each have a unique style that we respect with one another.
Before heading to New Zealand, Lynn and I met up in Albuquerque, New Mexico for the largest balloon fest in the world. Heading down the highway in our zippy bright yellow rental car (think school bus), music blaring, at 4:30 AM to catch our balloon we realized that this would be the last time we saw one another before being in Auckland, New Zealand. As our balloon started to take-off the crowd erupted into hoots and cheers, photo flashes looked like fireflies as we ascended … I felt like Dorothy in the Wizard of Oz.
For sure, there is no place like home. But if you are on the road, having an adventurous friend by your side keeps you wanting to explore more.