Two weeks ago the President was in town. My 15 year old girl and I got stuck in a blockade a few cars deep of an intersection where police had halted traffic. We sat in the car, unmoving, for about 40 minutes, giving thanks to the working AC as the car reported the temperature at 95 degrees. At one point Oona got out, took pictures of the traffic to share on Snap Chat with her friends with the caption “Thanks, Obama!”. She took a photo of a helicopter. Arbitrarily we decided was the one he was in. “Look! I see him! HI OBAMA!” she shouted to the delicious irony speck of irony in the sky.
But then, finally, we watched the presidential motorcade pass: motorcycles, police cars, official vehicles, and one thrilling Black Cadillac SUV with fancy flags right in the middle of the procession. My smart, sassy girl whooped with excitement, and the stagnant pain was redeemed.
January may seem a long way out, but I know it will be here in the blink of an eye. I am thrilled to invite you to a Ukulele and Cooking retreat in Mexico that I will be participating in, plus two other ukulele festivals.
Minutes can last forever- especially when you are stranded on the road on a hot summer day, but the months and the years (especially the years) fly by…. I know this adventure will be one of those that stops time, a week that lasts forever in memory. That is what I love the most about travel, and ukulele retreats. They have the same power as a presidential motorcade. To slow time and create memories that last a lifetime.