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This is the place for wanderers, adventurers and wanderlusters who happen to have kids, or maybe you just plan to one day. A visionary space for modern mothers with gypsy souls. I have dreams of inspiring others to make wanderlust lists and connecting likeminded souls who want to share all the best adventures, places and spaces of the world. There’s no initiation. If you’ve travelled accross the internet this far, you’re in.
Here’s my original British Mother.
This image is my inspiration. Boarding in Ibiza. I inherited her dreams and took them as my own. My holidays as a child were in Walton on Naze where my great Uncle lived and at Pontins holiday camps, the odd road trip to Wales or Scotland in the back of an estate with our faces pressed against the boot glass. Still I dreamed of Europe and beyond. We took on foreign exchange students for money. I made pen pals and learned to love my pigeon French. I was in awe of the beautiful sleek Parisiennes with parents who lived in Madagascar and places i couldn’t even picture in my mind. It did nothing to stop my visions of a nomadic life. I wanted to speak four languages, fall in love with a Frenchman and travel through Italy in a tiny car. I studied Italian my first year of university. It was so hard I can barely remember a thing except ‘Mia sorello e incinta’ loosely - my sister is pregnant. Not much use now. It didn’t stop me. I didn’t get on a plane til i was sixteen. After my mum died, I went with a friends family who took me to a Balearic island and showed me what paella was. I was hooked. What the UK had given me was desire and exploration at home but this gave me a taste of everything I didn’t even know could exist. I wanted to meet Mickey Mouse and have an apartment in New York so I could pretend I was Holly Golightly and drink my coffee outside Tiffany’s. I wanted to see and taste every possibility life had to offer me.
Since then I’ve met Mickey and Minnie. I also made it to Tiffanys & Co in New York on my first trip to the States September 1999. We stood in a bar on the top of the twin towers exactly a year before the tragedy where they were destroyed. That’s the thing, the World is constantly changing. Even if you visit the same place again your experience is different every time you go. Sometimes we feel drawn to places we’ve been before because the pull is that comfortable ‘home from home’ feeling, immediate relaxation. I have to admit theres definitely a difference between a holiday and travelling. Sometimes you just want a break, to stop how the world moves so so fast around you and relax. Sometimes you are hungry for action or adventures and the unknown. I last counted visiting 25 Countries and a friend introduced me to the ‘50 before 50’ concept so that gives me about 9 years to work my way around 25 more!
While the world is changing daily and restrictions from worldwide pandemics become reality I think I’ll take my time to explore the places i really want to see and return to the places where i’ve felt most invigorated or at peace. So here we are. Explore the places i’ve been, the cool hotels and destinations where i’m researching and feel free to join in and let us all know where we should all be adding to our #wanderlustlists
