Going big

”Can’t you just go and live in one of these retirement villages here?” my son wanted to know. “Just sit in a room, start acting your age you know!” he teased. We were discussing my plans to travel to South America, which I had originally started making 2 years ago, but had repeatedly aborted for various reasons.

That was 3 weeks ago, and on Tuesday morning I board the plane for Buenos Aires, to start my big adventure. The plan is to spend a year exploring, living and learning, wherever or whatever comes my way. Of course I’m scared – who in their right mind wouldn’t be! Me, a 66yr old granny of 6, leaving the comfort and security of a home, family and friends, to venture into the unknown alone, with barely a few words of Spanish and very little money. Fear is not going to stop me though, I regularly break out of comfort zones and have become used to the accompanying palpitations and sweaty palms. So: Argentina, here I come!