I am about to turn 56. Many years of wishing have worked...our trip to one of the last wild frontiers is booked. Now my darling husband (who is 100% Italian under his Kiwi skin) is not overly enthused. Instead of watching life amble by with a Negroni at Piazza Navona, he will be visiting the Artic Circle. He will be trying his hand at dogsledding. Attempting ziplining. Enjoying glaciers.
Yep...he is NOT jumping for joy. But he is a good sport and is keeping his grumbling to a minimum. Well, barely a minimum. I must admit, my friends are not helping. "Have you seen the size of the mosquitoes in Alaska? They form blood sucking clouds" or "Are you crazy? There's like 2 hours of daylight!!" they advise in delight. Truth is, I really did want to make the trip in the dead of winter thus satisfying a yen to see the Aurora and the world ice carving championships. But I also want to stay married so we are going in late May/June. So we will have a healthy 18 hours of daylight ha ha!
Will it be worth it? This blog will certainly make that clear over the course of the journey.
Oh...and let's not mention the mosquitoes...OK?
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