Unlike Martin Luther King who spoke in the present tense, I am speaking in past tense. I did have a dream. I dreamt that soon after Christmas I would be on the road with a year or more of travel ahead of me. I can't believe that ten minutes of a hail storm could rob me of months of travel. The repairers promise that they will be finished today and that the windscreen will be replaced tomorrow. There are a few bits and pieces still to be done and I would love to get everything finished before Easter.
Travelling with a nine year old will be very different from my solo trips. Cory has permission to miss school all next term and I am sure he will learn a lot. I will help him set up a blog in the next few days. It will be interesting to read his reflections on our travels and see the photos he thinks are worth recording. I imagine he will put together PowerPoint presentations of some events and will print some photo books. I have four vouchers all ready to go.
Cory's blog address is coryss.blogspot.com. I will try to set it up so that he can get comments. He is a reluctant writer so will need encouragement to continue.
I keep hearing the phone ring - in my dreams - asking me to come and collect the van. Perhaps today it will happen. The two weeks has now stretched to five. I have had more farewells than Dame Nellie Melba and I would like the next one to be the last, not the last for ever, just the last for this trip.
