My Daughter, The Adventurer
Who knew?
My daughter was such a girly-girl growing up. She could apply nail polish with ease, lipstick without a mirror, and went through so much hair spray in her middle school years that I made her start buying her own.
She is also very petite, and it’s so obvious she didn’t inherit all these qualities from her mother. If she didn’t look so much like my Mom, I might be suspicious that the hospital mixed up the babies.
I remember her calling me a few years back with a “guess what I did yesterday” query.
When she told me she had climbed Enchanted Rock, all I could think to answer was “What shoes did you wear?” (she has a “cute shoe” collection that is, well… very cute).
That may have been the beginning of her adventuring lifestyle.
After that, she took a road trip through Colorado and up the West Coast, and came back with loads of great photos. She was gone wa-a-ay too long for my comfort zone, but that was when I realized she definitely has travelin’ in her blood.
Last year, she did a semester in India, and spent several weeks backpacking afterwards (don’t waste that expensive airfare!!). Means of transport included wild taxi rides, motorcycle, train, bus, and camel.
Most recently, she went to Costa Rica. There she rappelled waterfalls, went snorkeling, (almost) learned to surf, watched lava pouring from a volcano, “ziplined” above the rain forest, and did tons of hiking. So she did get my “jock” genes after all.
And she bought her mom some amazing coffee. Good kid. 