I have heard this song “Home” by Edward Sharpe and the Magnetic Zeros off and on while listening to Songza.com for the past few years. Yes, the tune is catchy but the words hit the deepest chord within me.
What is Home?
The days my daughter Cayla and my son Kurtis were born I found my home. They were and still are the centre of my being and when they were little that was where I trusted I belonged. Where I felt beyond comfortable. I was in my realm. I always wanted to be a Mom. I knew I would protect them as best as I had in me to the death. They have been, still are and will always be a part of me and the core of my being.
Growing up my Mom was very fond of the story of Ruth and it seemed she quoted a verse in particular often and in a very fond way. I didn’t understand the impact it would it have on my life until the past few years. And so I also associate this Blog series on our trip to Pero to what Ruth says in Ruth 1:16.
16 But Ruth answered, “Stop urging me to abandon you and to turn back from following you. Because wherever you go, I’ll go. Wherever you live, I’ll live. Your people will be my people, and your God, my God.
Besides my children I have never trusted anyone so much in my entire life as I have my husband Steve. Even early on in our relationship with the decisions I made, I felt he always had my best interest at heart. I trust he will love and accept me, diabetes and all. Never once has he ever had to say to me “Trust Me.”. My gut just says I should. One should never have to say “Trust me.” to make one believe they should. Actions speak louder than words.
In our conversations in the past many years, aside from our trips, Steve has been to 42 countries. A majority of them have been for pleasure, as well, some for business and missions.
Of these countries he often speaks fondly of Peru. He tells me it is the most beautiful place on the earth. Then I must go there!!!
We are aware of ‘rumours’ that Machu Picchu may not be open to the travels Steve experienced years before.
So, when do we go?
Well, life is funny like that. In 2014 both of my children announce that one is moving to Edmonton, Alberta and one is moving to Wellington, New Zealand. They won’t be home for Christmas.
For all the Mommies out there I can hear and feel your overwhelming voice of sadness and “that sucks”. YEP! It really sucks.
In early Summer I say to Steve that I can not see a Christmas tree standing tall, all lit up with the kids ornaments for the past 23 years hung in all its glory and no kids. I threaten fetal position in front of the tree.
And so I ask. Can I please go away with you to the most beautiful place on earth. And it is written in stone, so to speak. We commit ourselves to a trip to Peru to experience Machu Picchu on Christmas Day and Plaza Des Armas in Cusco on New Years Eve. One of the top 10 places for New Years in the world!
I am excited but as I research and speak more to those who have been I get nervous.
Despite my nervousness and apprehensions based on others fear mongering, Steve reassures me I can overcome anything that comes our way while we vacation in Peru. Just like Vietnam and Cambodia.
We are a spontaneous pair. Our Vietnam/Cambodia trip begain with “hey do you want to go to Montreal for a long weekend?” and 3 days before taking flight instead of Montreal, we book a flight with no plans except a hotel ‘base camp’ for Vietnam and Cambodia…for the same price.
There wasn’t a glitch in that whole experience (except running out of underwear in which I realize I barely fit into even a large size of women’s Cambodian underwear!) I look back on that trip and it was worth every minute. So much so, we both want to go back. Despite all the low blood sugars from the heat and humidity as well as losing my beloved Continuous Glucose sensor because it just couldn’t adhere to my skin. (I know how to make that baby stick now!!!)
Despite our challenges and crazy, spontaneous trip while in Vietnam and Cambodia, I experience great apprehensions with Peru. The two potential issues I am most concerned about are elevation sickness and keeping safe from gluten and wheat so as to avoid a reaction, at worst a severe one. The stomach upset is one thing. The hives are another.
I am proactive with elevation sickness and speak with my family physician. He advises I don’t need anything, I’ll be fine. He was just there and all was good. He tells me I will be okay. This gives me reassurance.
I admit, on this trip I am not fully proactive in my celiac disease as I should be. I am still in a learning curve. This is my first trip as a person living with Celiac disease. We assume given the Peruvians very large crops of corn and potatoes…there would be very little wheat.
Not so. Stay tuned.