Day One: Stranded

Well our adventure is off to a rather “adventurous” start. Currently, we are sitting on the blush rose shag carpet in the room Gillian grew up in. We were supposed to be 30,000 feet in the air, cruising at a comfortable altitude over the Caribbean Sea. Unfortunately, due to  heavy snowfall in New York, we’re stuck in Toronto for (hopefully) one night.

60 lbs + 10 months = 2 very buff ladies

It’s hard to complain about one more home cooked meal or one more night wrapped up in a plush duvet considering what lies ahead of us. Instead we will take this delay in our great adventure with our heads held high and start off tomorrow knowing that everything happens for a reason.

And so we will bid you goodnight and leave you with these words to mull over before tomorrow (and our adventure begins)…

“In nine months of a man’s life he can think of a lot of things, from the loftiest meditations on philosophy to the most desperate longing for a bowl of soup — in total accord with the state of his stomach. And if, at the same time, he’s somewhat of an adventurer, he might live through episodes of interest to other people and his haphazard record might read something like these notes.” – Ernesto “Che” Guevara