And he's off...
The youngest has landed, and all I can say, not surprisingly, is thank God. (What, me worry? Oh, a little.) He's wanted to go to the land of David Beckham and Wayne Rooney since he first laid eyes on a soccer ball. This is a dream for him, a big trip, a huge step out of his comfort zone. Let's just say he wasn't President of the Sherman Oaks Adventure Club. He's more of a stay-at-home, listen to music and write pithy rap lyrics type of emerging adult. But listen, all he needed was a giant shove out the door and look at him now. After London comes Paris, Amsterdam, Berlin, Prague and Rome. I'll just sit here in the dark and wait for updates. I'll be fine. Really.
Beer in Thailand? Why not.
Meanwhile, on another side of the world, the eldest sips beer in Thailand, sleeps in an eco hut, snorkels, motor bikes and protects his girlfriend from vicious jungle monkeys that want to steal her phone. He's been chasing adventure since he arrived on the planet. Two seconds after he first walked he was ready to run. I've been trying to catch up with him ever since.
I couldn't be prouder of them both.
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