At first she merely tolerated my need to travel. Then she willingly let herself be drug along with me. Now she is a full fledged travel nut herself. There is no one more organized than my wife, so she is wonderful at the logistics of travel. And there is no one in the world I would rather be happy, sad, terrified, smelly, bored, exhausted, hungry, crazy, amazed, or alive with. She is the best travel companion.
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A true traveler at heart. I often cause her great discomfort as I randomly pick two countries and ask her which she would rather go to if she could only pick one. Since she wants to go everywhere, this is an exercise in torture.
She was once such a picky eater that she lived on plain rice, plain bread, and plain pasta. The thought of eating a fork full of spaghetti with pasta sauce would (literally) make her gag. One day, about a year before we were planning on taking our first family trip to Asia, I explained to her that if she wanted to be a good traveler, she needed to learn to eat more variety of foods. She determined to try, and over the next year she made great strides. At one point, on that trip to Asia she was preparing for, she declared fried tarantella to be “really good!” That is improvement.
It is a good thing she is patient as her blonde hair tends to make her a prime attraction whenever we are in Asia. There are pictures of her with various smiling strangers in photo albums all over China. Little old ladies want to hug her even when it is so hot and humid that to do so constitutes a health hazard. But she lets them. And she has never met a public transport system that she could not instantly conquer.