I love this. My mother was my very introduction to travel. She took me travelling in my pre-teen and early teen years, just me and her. We explored so much together. Two years ago we travelled together again, this time to Iceland. It was magical. I love travelling with my mother.
As an arachnophobe, I will steer clear of Jamaica though! Haha.
When I told my mom that I was going to Uganda for four months to volunteer at the Jane Goodall Institute she said, "don't get any ideas. I'm not doing what Jane Goodall's mother did." (When Dr. Leakey approved of Jane's Gombe research plans, he would only permit Jane to go if someone accompanied her. Insert Jane's mom here.).
Moms are good for botanical things, worrying when we don't and sometimes, lessons in pineapples! I can 100% thank my mother for her curiosity (and bookshelves) that introduced us to all sorts of things growing up---from random cemetery visits, greenhouses, antique auctions and owl prowls. This was a good one Kristi--have you ever read Jane Christmas's Incontinent on the Continent? https://www.janechristmas.ca/books/incontinent-on-the-continent/
Pineapples don’t grow underground, they shoot up from the middle!
Pineapple plants are part of a group called bromeliads, which (like air plants) often grow on the branches of trees. So, while pineapples don’t grow on trees, pineapple plants could! That said, they’re one of the few bromeliads that prefers the ground.
My mum took me to to Cannes after my son died as a mother's day treat. She won it in a radio auction and paid a ridiculous amount of money so I didn't feel I could refuse. When we arrived the bed was made up as a double. There was no way I was sharing a bed with her. To my horror I woke in the night to what sounded like a warthog. It turns out my prim, always immaculate mother snores. 😳
Waiting for her to get ready to go out to dinner was an experience in itself. Choosing clothes, putting on makeup, doing her hair, while sipping the complementary champagne. It felt like I was the mother and she my teenage daughter. I'm a wash and go kind of person. 😁
We didn't do anything much while there as she'd already spent so much money and was really scared of.. well everything really. 😱 We even booked an earlier flight home.
No I would never go on holiday with her again much as I love her. 😊
Your guides are looking pretty calm on that rough ocean. I would not have loved that fishing trip and take my hat off to you both for persevering! The raft trip though, sign me up for that. This is a great example of gaining a new perspective which we can do with any little thing. In this case I'm sure it helped your blog a lot to have different ideas to offer your readers.
The last 10 years of my fathers life was truly fun and time well spent. It’s a good thing I like pie. He had to stop every two hours, and have a piece of pie. praise Ja he made it to the smart phone era. lol
"when you’re trying not to wake your mother, it is universal law that you must trip over every pair of flip-flops within a 3-mile radius. 😳"
LOL. I had my parents down in Mexico a year and a half ago for the first time ever. They were NOT used to so many things we experienced, but they took all of it like champs as well. We had a great time. It's really nice of them to take the time to come and experience a place that means a lot to us. Cool that your Mom lived in Japan for five years. How did she like it? Can she speak Japanese? Were you there with her when she moved?
Hi Kristi, great story! I have traveled with my mom often and wouldn't have it any other way! But I have to say, in your mother's defense, I think it is different. If this had happened to me and one of my children (even grown children who often travel the world alone), once it started getting so late, I would have been wondering if I should contact someone in case my child was in trouble. The stress of the conflict - between wanting to respect my child's independence yet knowing (since I was there) that if there had been trouble I was the only one in the world who knew my child could be in danger - would have sent me through the roof. Mama bear instinct, I guess.
Many years ago my mother and I embarked on a journey to Dallas Texas from our home 800 miles to the north of there. We had a good time driving the dusty roads thru parched bare grounds ravished by a drought that lingered over this part of Texas for 2 years. It was a sight for it usually is green and blooming...I've been back and forth many times when I lived outside of Tyler...but we were not phased...for in my corner of Texas..I like to call it bipolar weather...it's the rapid changes and severity of it that is our norm. So as we found our way to this bednbreakfast we decided to stay at. .(the party we were attending the next day was hosted there so we splurged)... the beautiful mansion was huge and shaded by ancient oak trees and wild crawling vines and outdoor spaces carefully landscaped and maintained We found the fron entrance and banged the brass knocker several times but no one answered..while waiting to decide our next move.. I looked down I saw a huge tarantula at our feet! I grabbed mom and got us both 10 feet away.. or so... but surprisingly..we were still on the front porch...my mom was brushing it off as amusing..but tactfully... knowing my deathly fear of anything spidery..ugh! those are well documented in my spidey files...in a another unexpected whoosh the beautiful dark green door opened in the afternoon heat and Dallas in late June...oppressive. The lady of the house was in between our ages and was noticeably interrupted from arduous chores by the ruffles attire and sweat lined brow..I instantly alerted her to the impending threat of "suredeathbyaphid"..or that's how it felt...she barely said a oh yea and promptly..squashed it firmly and enthusiastcally..and I had to wonder if it was a sign of regretful decisions..or a sign of something worse in the wings..I was happy to report that we had a really good time and the first impression was a misnomer. I think about that trip with a ironic twist now..for my mother and I have been on a relationship time out for over 2 years now...I wonder if it's time to plan a trip..we will either be closer than ever...or neither one survive...the updates will either be on Substack or the local obits...lol
My late husband and I took my mother on her one-and-only trip to Europe back in the 80s (she was NOT a big traveler, obv, and was in her early 70s at the time). I'll never, ever forget the look on her face as we took a water taxi across the Adriatic into Venice — it was magical. Yes, there were moments: at times she clung to me, thinking she was protecting ME from traffic (when she was looking the wrong way before crossing streets in London). But those were nothing compared to seeing her astonishment and joy.
I love this. My mother was my very introduction to travel. She took me travelling in my pre-teen and early teen years, just me and her. We explored so much together. Two years ago we travelled together again, this time to Iceland. It was magical. I love travelling with my mother.
As an arachnophobe, I will steer clear of Jamaica though! Haha.
When I told my mom that I was going to Uganda for four months to volunteer at the Jane Goodall Institute she said, "don't get any ideas. I'm not doing what Jane Goodall's mother did." (When Dr. Leakey approved of Jane's Gombe research plans, he would only permit Jane to go if someone accompanied her. Insert Jane's mom here.).
Moms are good for botanical things, worrying when we don't and sometimes, lessons in pineapples! I can 100% thank my mother for her curiosity (and bookshelves) that introduced us to all sorts of things growing up---from random cemetery visits, greenhouses, antique auctions and owl prowls. This was a good one Kristi--have you ever read Jane Christmas's Incontinent on the Continent? https://www.janechristmas.ca/books/incontinent-on-the-continent/
Are the students you pictured from the Penlyne Castle school in the mountains? I recognize the uniforms!
Pineapples don’t grow underground, they shoot up from the middle!
Pineapple plants are part of a group called bromeliads, which (like air plants) often grow on the branches of trees. So, while pineapples don’t grow on trees, pineapple plants could! That said, they’re one of the few bromeliads that prefers the ground.
I would not want to travel with my mom. No
I would have enjoyed being with your mom. I love botanical gardens and site seeing.
My mum took me to to Cannes after my son died as a mother's day treat. She won it in a radio auction and paid a ridiculous amount of money so I didn't feel I could refuse. When we arrived the bed was made up as a double. There was no way I was sharing a bed with her. To my horror I woke in the night to what sounded like a warthog. It turns out my prim, always immaculate mother snores. 😳
Waiting for her to get ready to go out to dinner was an experience in itself. Choosing clothes, putting on makeup, doing her hair, while sipping the complementary champagne. It felt like I was the mother and she my teenage daughter. I'm a wash and go kind of person. 😁
We didn't do anything much while there as she'd already spent so much money and was really scared of.. well everything really. 😱 We even booked an earlier flight home.
No I would never go on holiday with her again much as I love her. 😊
My mother definitely puts the hood in just about everything.
Your guides are looking pretty calm on that rough ocean. I would not have loved that fishing trip and take my hat off to you both for persevering! The raft trip though, sign me up for that. This is a great example of gaining a new perspective which we can do with any little thing. In this case I'm sure it helped your blog a lot to have different ideas to offer your readers.
Also, you and your Mom look like sisters.
The last 10 years of my fathers life was truly fun and time well spent. It’s a good thing I like pie. He had to stop every two hours, and have a piece of pie. praise Ja he made it to the smart phone era. lol
"when you’re trying not to wake your mother, it is universal law that you must trip over every pair of flip-flops within a 3-mile radius. 😳"
LOL. I had my parents down in Mexico a year and a half ago for the first time ever. They were NOT used to so many things we experienced, but they took all of it like champs as well. We had a great time. It's really nice of them to take the time to come and experience a place that means a lot to us. Cool that your Mom lived in Japan for five years. How did she like it? Can she speak Japanese? Were you there with her when she moved?
Hi Kristi, great story! I have traveled with my mom often and wouldn't have it any other way! But I have to say, in your mother's defense, I think it is different. If this had happened to me and one of my children (even grown children who often travel the world alone), once it started getting so late, I would have been wondering if I should contact someone in case my child was in trouble. The stress of the conflict - between wanting to respect my child's independence yet knowing (since I was there) that if there had been trouble I was the only one in the world who knew my child could be in danger - would have sent me through the roof. Mama bear instinct, I guess.
I see you got da choppy waves for da fishing trip but offset that with that cool bamboo raft ride. Looks like you guys had a blast!
Many years ago my mother and I embarked on a journey to Dallas Texas from our home 800 miles to the north of there. We had a good time driving the dusty roads thru parched bare grounds ravished by a drought that lingered over this part of Texas for 2 years. It was a sight for it usually is green and blooming...I've been back and forth many times when I lived outside of Tyler...but we were not phased...for in my corner of Texas..I like to call it bipolar weather...it's the rapid changes and severity of it that is our norm. So as we found our way to this bednbreakfast we decided to stay at. .(the party we were attending the next day was hosted there so we splurged)... the beautiful mansion was huge and shaded by ancient oak trees and wild crawling vines and outdoor spaces carefully landscaped and maintained We found the fron entrance and banged the brass knocker several times but no one answered..while waiting to decide our next move.. I looked down I saw a huge tarantula at our feet! I grabbed mom and got us both 10 feet away.. or so... but surprisingly..we were still on the front porch...my mom was brushing it off as amusing..but tactfully... knowing my deathly fear of anything spidery..ugh! those are well documented in my spidey files...in a another unexpected whoosh the beautiful dark green door opened in the afternoon heat and Dallas in late June...oppressive. The lady of the house was in between our ages and was noticeably interrupted from arduous chores by the ruffles attire and sweat lined brow..I instantly alerted her to the impending threat of "suredeathbyaphid"..or that's how it felt...she barely said a oh yea and promptly..squashed it firmly and enthusiastcally..and I had to wonder if it was a sign of regretful decisions..or a sign of something worse in the wings..I was happy to report that we had a really good time and the first impression was a misnomer. I think about that trip with a ironic twist now..for my mother and I have been on a relationship time out for over 2 years now...I wonder if it's time to plan a trip..we will either be closer than ever...or neither one survive...the updates will either be on Substack or the local obits...lol
Lol! Save Mom or the camera?!?!
My late husband and I took my mother on her one-and-only trip to Europe back in the 80s (she was NOT a big traveler, obv, and was in her early 70s at the time). I'll never, ever forget the look on her face as we took a water taxi across the Adriatic into Venice — it was magical. Yes, there were moments: at times she clung to me, thinking she was protecting ME from traffic (when she was looking the wrong way before crossing streets in London). But those were nothing compared to seeing her astonishment and joy.