Family Arrives

December 18th, 1991

Although I was really enjoying my time abroad, soaking it all in, there was something missing. It was really frustrating not to be able to share it with people close to me. While it’s true that even if people came to visit, it would not be the same as experiencing the day-to-day life together, but at least I could share tidbits and show them a good portion of what life is like. But now looking back sixteen years later, those times when family and friends visited from home are the only times I can reminise about what we experienced. The other times are more personal because I’ve either lost contact with the people I experienced it with or it was during the time I was travelling alone.

And it has been fun remembering that time with my father and sister. As opposed to just myself and my journal to remember what transpired, there are three of us. During the time they came I kept a separate journal in order to be able to write more. The problem is that I can’t find it now. Another aid has been my collection of slides and negatives. It has helped immensely toward piecing together where and when.

So unlike the other times, I will not be the only source of info for the posts about these two weeks. My sister has an amazing memory and has been filling in many of the gaps that have appeared. So their commentary will be included in the posts.

Another thing is that things get silly when my father, my sister and I get together. And opposed to holding back some of the more personal goofy tidbits, I’ll be including them for posterity and before we all forget them. Plus their contributions have a bit more emotion than my dry entries usually do.

So I look forward to posting these. We had a great time together. One that we’ll never forget, though it might still be good to get it written down.