Nobody believes me when I say that the 80 days thing is a coincidence. But it is.
We leave the day after Isabel's last exam and return the day before the first full day of school. 80 days.
Actually from take off to touch down at Winnipeg International is 79 days and 20 hours, but door to door from our house... precisely 80 days.

And a bit about the backstory. In 1993 after three years in veterinary practice Lorraine and I quit our jobs and backpacked around the world for eight months, doing everything from living in a cave in Greece (a very nice cave mind you) to camel trekking across the Rajastani desert to celebrating Christmas in Hong Kong to island hopping in Thailand to volcano climbing in Indonesia to living with a family in Samoa to... well, the list does go on and on. Everyone said, "Wow, that was the trip of a lifetime!" To which we responded, "Nooo! It can't be the only time we do that! It just can't be." We swore we would do something similar again when we had kids. It's 22 years later. Isabel is 13. Alexander is 10.
It's time.

Friday, August 28, 2015

Day 69 At Sea

And now we are at sea. After a night sailing along the south coast of Devon and Cornwall we said goodbye to the sight of land just after breakfast and are now a hundred or so nautical miles west by southwest of Penzance, moving steadily out further into the open North Atlantic.

The captain says that the waves are two meters and that that is not much for the North Atlantic at this time of year. I can feel it, but barely. When I can see the ocean it feels natural and even comfortable, but deep within the ship the sensation is distinctly odder, a general feeling of unexpected movement with my vestibular apparatus scrambling to sort out the side to side from the up and down.
Over and out from the library on Deck 8, overlooking the bow and the countless approaching waves.

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