5/9/10: Arequipa, Peru
If you’ll indulge me, I’d like to take a survey. How many of you readers are married? [Tabulating results…] Wow, only 200,000 of you? That means that over 80% of our audience is young, hip kids. Ok, out of the married folks, how many have taken a honeymoon? [Tabulating results…] 180,181 – that’s odd. Literally. Who went without their spouse? Ok, final question – how many of you invited your dad on you honeymoon? [Tabulating results…] No one? Well, I suppose someone has to start that trend, so it might as well be us.
First, I’ll admit that our honeymoon is not really all that typical. So perhaps having family visit is not completely weird. It’s not like Zhou and I couldn’t deal with each other for a full honeymoon so we had to call in backups so there wasn’t so much one-on-one time. That probably wouldn’t bode well for the marriage.
With all that being said, watching Dad walk off the plane to join us was definitely one of the best experiences of our honeymoon. To quell our anticipation a bit (you know, in case Dad wasn’t as cool as we remembered, we didn’t want to get our hopes too high), we made a bet on how many people would walk off the plane ahead of him. Zhou took under 23.5, while I took the over. My theory: locals here in South America love to get out of vehicles more than anywhere else in the world. In the States a ridiculously long line always forms ten or more minutes before the plane is ready to board. In South America the same phenomenon happens, only upon arrival. Zhou and I always seem to be the last to disembark, no matter how close to the front we sit or how ready we are to leave. So yeah, I took the over. And Dad was the 29th person off.
It’s amazing to me how much our lives have changed since the last time we saw him on September 6th (that’s 245 days ago). It was the day after our wedding, and I vividly remember waving goodbye to my family in the parking lot of the hotel. On that day I had never been outside North America. I hadn’t figured out that it was ok to call Zhou my wife. I had never eaten a bite of watermelon. I had never showered with geckos, slept near elephants, done a multi-day hike, fallen into a canyon, jumped out of a plane, been inside a temple, surfed, walked on a glacier, been featured on The Amazing Race, driven a car on the left side of the road (legally), done an overnight in an airport, visited my other homeland (China), etc.
I know I’ve written this before, but the only constant in life is family, and for the past eight months I was only able to talk to them on Skype. I can’t begin to tell you how good it feels to see Dad in person, and see that even though a lot has changed, nothing has changed. We may be in a foreign country thousands of miles away from home, but he’s still Dad. And now that he’s here, two new countdowns for the Curry family begin:
5 days until Steve arrives!
54 days until we see Mom!
Picture of the Day: A new species of bird for Dad to enjoy: pigeons.