Where do I begin…
It’s been six weeks since I’ve posted anything and in that time so much has happened…I’ve been in 4 countries in 2 hemispheres and 4 continents. Now, and I still can’t believe it, I am back home in Seattle. If everything had gone according to plan I would be in Scotland right now, but a couple of things came up…
I ended up spending 5 (difficult) weeks in Morocco. Reliable internet connection was rare, so I’m working on a few posts now about Moroccan food and will post them as soon as I can.
It’s embarrassing to admit, but I think all backpackers should know this, I was denied entry into the UK when I first tried visiting. It is one of the most difficult places for anyone to visit as they are really cracking down on illegal immigration. My plan was to spend the holidays with my family in England, and then to stay for the month of February in Scotland. I was naive enough to land in London Heathrow without having bought my onward flight to France. Mistake. Because I also hadn’t printed out my bank statements proving how much money I have or brought much cash with me, on paper I looked extremely suspicious. So they refused me entry and I was sent back to Morocco, with my tail between my legs.
Back in Morocco I received news that my two grandmothers were very ill and that my parents had both flown down to Buenos Aires to take care of them. I got on the next flight to Buenos Aires. When I arrived I immediately started feeling ill. One week later, my grandmother passed away. The next day, at the emergency room, what I thought was just the flu turned out to be a pretty serious bacterial infection. I immediately started taking antibiotics and somewhat reluctantly promised my family I would put my trip on hold to go back home and take care of myself.
I was devastated for having lost someone so dear to me. Abuela Ofelia raised an incredible daughter, who taught me to be a confident, brave woman. Without their inspiration and support I would never have considered traveling the world on my own. Ofelia first got me interested in cooking and in chocolate. She was and still is my guardian angel, who I will always love and who always loved me, unconditionally. But it was her time and she left beautifully, peacefully.
I have never wanted my twin sister more than at that moment. She was in England, and thankfully, the doctors and my parents let me catch a flight to London to spend Christmas with her and her British fiance’s family. This time I went prepared, and the immigration officers let me in. I spent a wonderful week in Lincolnshire, eating mince pies and Christmas pudding, resting, and smiling more than I had in weeks. I am so grateful for Catherine and Kevin’s generosity and understanding, they welcomed me with open arms into their home and into their family.
I’ve been in Seattle for almost two weeks now, resting and taking it easy. I’m hoping to be able to continue my travels but I need to be in tip top shape first. Meanwhile, I get to spend much-needed time with my sister!