My family meets me in Puerto Rico.
My daughter sees me standing at the doorway at the baggage claim at the airport in San Juan. Her face lights up, she yells “Dada!,” runs for me, and jumps in my arms. A few moments later little one and a half year old Rivka wobbles out and yells “Hi dada!” She hugs my legs. At the rental car station she roves around still yelling “Hi dada!” over and over, sometimes running across the place back to me to hug my legs again.
It’s been a couple of months since I’ve seen them last. I’ve been in Central Asia doing research for a new book. They really miss me when I’m away.
Something about this tells me that I’m at least doing something right.
About the Author: VBJ
I am the founder and editor of Vagabond Journey. I’ve been traveling the world since 1999, through 90 countries. I am the author of the book, Ghost Cities of China and have written for The Guardian, Forbes, Bloomberg, The Diplomat, the South China Morning Post, and other publications. VBJ has written 3657 posts on Vagabond Journey. Contact the author.
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