1979. I don't know that I'd go back, but I'd certainly like to be as totally excited about where my life is going now as I was then. I was 32 years old, very happily married with two fun daughters, in good health, financially stable, and about to embark on what I believed was my destiny. I had always wanted to travel and my parents did their best to see that my sisters and I saw a good bit of the U.S. But I wanted to go to Europe, to South America, to Asia, to Australia. When DH came home from work one day and said that he had been offered a position at the U.S. Embassy in Madrid and did I want to go, thought I'd died and gone to heaven!
To make a long story short (I know, too late), we spent the next 24 years traveling all over the world, both for work and for pleasure. We had four assignments to Europe, two to Asia, one to South America and one to Africa. From these bases, we were able to visit probably three dozen more countries. These were the best years of my life and I suspect that my family would agree. My only regret is that both of my parents passed away before we started this gypsy life and they never got to enjoy it with us.
We've been retired for 13 years now, and I still miss traveling. Health issues keep us home now, and while I'm content with my life, a little excitement now and then would certainly be welcome,
Queen Colleen