On Thursday, (Sergio's and my 10 year wedding anniversary), Brooke flew from Fairbanks, through Denver, in route to Brazil. Finishing up one NOLS course to start another. Talk about extremes. Brooke goes from kayaking on Alaska's Prince Williams sound to navigating the wilds and waters of the Amazon.
Happily for us, we needed to be in Denver that day for an appointment and so we met Brooke mid-morning. Can you tell these two will miss their Auntie? We will have to figure out skype and the postal service to stay in contact.
On the way home, Annie and I talked. I was in the front seat with Annie sitting behind me.
Annie: "I want to go in the airplane. I want to go with Brooke."
Me: "Brooke is going far away to Brazil."
Annie: "I want to go far away. I want to go to Brazil."
Me: "Someday we'll go and visit Brooke."
Annie: "I want to go now."
I thought, me too, but I'm still recovering from Panama. Poor Annie. She didn't go with us to Panama, but has already gotten the airplane and travel bug.
