We've had family visiting us in Iluka - both North American and Australian. Lots of intergenerational/binational barbecues going on, and Elias and Eric have been getting in some good cousin time.
Yesterday we took my parents and my sister and brother-in-law and niece sailing on Galactic.
It was a windy day, and some of the family are really not natural sailors. So even though I knew they were enjoying it, their enjoyment was a little...muted at times. But it was great for us to show them the boat under sail, and to give them a little taste of what our life afloat is like. Alisa and I were happy to be sailing again, and suddenly keen to start off on the southward leg to Tassie once Christmas is past.
After the sail was over and we were all back ashore, Elias asked us where we would be in five years. Out of the blue and apropos of nothing, as is his wont. Don't know, I said, might still be living on the boat. Might even be in Patagonia!
Alisa gave me a quiet look. If Daddy's migraines are better we might be in Patagonia, she said.
So that's why she's been hedging on the question of sailing to Patagonia! I thought to myself. It's not the cold and the horrible sort of weather, it's the fear of dealing with all that by herself while I sleep off what we hope are "just" migraines.
What a softy!