Thursday, 18 June 2015

Down Memory Lane. Australia and New Zealand 2009

Here's a number of notes I put on Facebook when we were on our first big holiday - Australia and New Zealand in 2009.  It was a totally different experience from our year of travel.  There is something exciting and unique about the first of anything and that was certainly the case for this trip. We really didn't know what to expect - some of our experiences were fantastic and others were definitely not repeatable.  Still, it was a learning experience and I remember it was about three weeks into the journey when we stopped talking about our trip of a lifetime and started thinking about where next.

These posts are very short and had no photos added. I've gone back and added a few just to give a wee flavour of our trip.  We traveled without a cel phone and were dependent on hotels having computers. As we found this time, Australia just doesn't have the level of computer service that you expect in North America. As I look at the photos, taken with our new state of the art Canon (which continues to travel with us), it is also fascinating to see how practice improves your photos.

We're here!

According to Nicky at Goway in Vancouver, we've had our one oops and now nothing else will go wrong. I told her that this was the proof why I needed the emergency phone number.

We had our first big plane ride ever. Left Los Angeles on Wednesday night, left Thursday somewhere in the middle of the Pacific ocean and arrived in Sydney on Friday morning. Unfortunately, did not make the connection to Alice Springs - more about that - and found ourselves at the Qantas ticket counter feeling very overwhelmed. Lovely people (after explaining that the one plane had left already) dialed the number I had to the travel agent here, who phoned Vancouver and after half a dozen international calls figured out what needed to be done. So, a night in Sydney, then on to Alice Springs tomorrow. Yeah!!

That said, the Qantas experience was tremendous. BIG plane got to the end of the runway for take off to discover that they had a sick passenger that needed to be taken off the plane - the PHN in me wonders if the symptoms were H1N1? - which meant over two hours to get turned around, back to a place where she could come off the plane and her luggage removed. Then turn around, refile flight plan and be on our way. Bad stuff, but they kept us informed, and fed, all the way along. The only bad problem was that the delay meant we missed our flight. Folks here in Sydney did a great job of dealilng with this totally frazzled and not coping very well tired Canadian.

Winter in Sydney and we were overdressed in shirt and long pants. Trees have a different colour to them. Will post pics when I figure out how to do that. 


stupid computers

so, I uploaded some cool pictures to the net kiosk and was in the process of putting them in the album. Sigh, it deletes temporary files on a time thing - good for security, but that means I can't show you what we've been dong the last four days.

Information overload about the Red Center. Great hiking capped off with a real scramble up to Standley Chasm. We were in a multinational group - French, German, English, Danish and Belgium. Everybody else was in their mid thirties.

The wildlife is unbelievable. Birds of all colours all over the place. We've seen Euros about 5 feet away from us (biggish wallabies that live in the rocks rather than the desert) as well as rock wallabies. Emus, lyre birds. Haven't seen camels yet, but a huge herd of wild horses - who are apparently as much of a nuisance as camels.

Really different attitude toward allowing people to experience history. Areas that Canada would not allow you to even see, we have been able to touch, photograph and walk over. The aboriginal people believe that you give people the choice of making the right decision rather than telling them what to do - Uluru climbing (which is up a sacred men's site) is politely requested that you don't. But if you do, then that is your right. Apparently, it is usually Japanese and American tourists that make wrong decisions :)

Heading out to Coober Pedy this morning on "the Ghan" train. Will try to upload pictures next time I'm near a computer.









coober pedy (white man's hole)

Had a totally memorable experience here. Some of it fantasic. Some of it bizarre and scary. Started with a 15 minute visit in the dark with the night manager of the train (the Ghan) at Manguri - a sign post beside the track only. He reassured us that we would not be left in the middle of nowhere. Stories about dead bodies in mine shafts and dropping a kangaroo on top to conceal the evidence. Driver finally arrived - he had the passengers, who had thought the train arrived an hour later than it did.

Minivan. dirt, not gravel road. 100 km per hour, no seatbelt on driver who kept turning around to tell us interesting things, like where he lost his last tire - and turning off the headlights and then going from 100 to 0 to show off his great brakes.

Got to the hotel in one piece, driver gave us our key - no need to sign in this late. Totally decadent 4 plus star hotel drilled out of rock - will post pics when I find a computer with a usb port.

Next day, all about mining for opals, found some myself, checking out some of the underground dugouts - I would totally live in one. But, again, the suicidal driving - me with my nervousness about heights was gripping the door handle as we came in to a viewpoint and did the swing aroud right (I was sure) on the edge!!

Crazy thing - in amongst all the local aboriginal art, the cafe has four Benjamin Chee Chee prints - the Canada Geese prints that are so common in Canada.

Word I learned. The kangaroos around here are called Marloos (pronounced without much of an R so it makes me think of how Kier pronounced Mario Lemieu as a Tom Thumb - melieu:)

That said, I am alive and totally loved the experience of this bit of the dessert. Thank heavens it was late winter and the tempoerature was a balmy 22 degrees.

We're off today to Kangaroo island.







Perth

Tuesday, finally found a pool to swim in - turns out it was the site of the 1962 British Empire (Commonwealth) games! 8 lane fifty meter outdoor and 8 lane 25 meter indoor pool. Totally cool.

Thursday. Tour to Rottnest Island got cancelled cause of the weather - 5 meter waves. Not really sorry to miss the waves. Hiked around the harbour and checked out a cool museum. It would seem that Australia was dragged kicking and screaming into the belief that their aboriginal people were actually people in the mid 1990s.

Friday. The Pinacles, sandboarding on dunes, totally cool.

Tomorrow Ningaloo reef and snorkeling.










So, I didn't get to Ningaloo Reef...

...but you have to make lemonade. We left Perth in a little plane bound for the Ningaloo Reef - world heritage site, snorkeling.... Landed in Shark Bay - Monkey Mia Dolphins - and got told we would be overnighting there cause of mechanical problems. No lights on runway, means no leaving after dark. Nice resort we got put up in, lousy meal service, though - like the wait staff treated us as invisible and smelly lepers.

Finally got into the hotel in Exmouth at 10:00 this morning. To late for any of the tours out to Ningaloo reef that had left at 7:00. Hotel is a converted US Army Base 15 minute drive out of town with no restaurant. It could have been horrible.

The manager welcomed us with open arms. Had waited breakfast for us. Pointed us to the beach where we had three hours beachcombing. Then when we came back, he found us a great afternoon tour of the gorges. While we were gone, the maintenance guy went into town and shopped for our dinner, including bringing us two fresh coral trout fillets that he had caught !!!!

So, here is my very big recommendation. If you want to see this area, and have access to a vehicle, Best Western Sea Breezes.

Back to Perth tomorrow then on to Broome,

swimmingly
The hotel we are staying in is also hosting the State of Victoria swimming and diving teams. That is, their school teams. Yup, Australia has national school championships in swimming and diving. 44 swimmers and 17 divers (plus a few staying with family) ages upper elementary to high school.

Other than the feeding frenzy of over 60 healthy appetites at the breakfast buffet, really nice and polite kids. Our floor was full of them last night and there wasn't a peep of noise in the halls past 8:30.

No wonder why Australia does as well on the international stage in water sports.

Off to Broome this morning and into the Kimberleys in a day or two.


Sydney and World Master's Games.
Unfortunately, much of my memory of the games is going to be the horrid waits for registration and accreditation. Every Aussie that we talk to is apologizing for the horror that is happening. That said, swiming is going swimmingly :)

We are staying in Chinatown. Interesting walking to the train station before 6:00 am and the bars are still serving and the bouncers are still bouncing. It would also seem that every female person in Sydney spends their money on designer fashions and consmetics. Haaven't found a book store, or a music store, or...

Spent a lovely afternoon at Darling Harbour in the Maritime museum. Sydney isn't all bad, it is just 4 million people all in one place.



Tully River



Some of the wildlife we saw in the top end - no posts, I guess
no computers.



Interesting trivia I learned in Australia

So, finally have access to a decent computer - first day in New Zealand - Christchurch - I fretted over nothing as we did catch the plane in Melbourne (imagine a classic running scene to get from one place to another) and we and our luggage did arrive together in Christchurch.

So, these are the connections between Australia and Canada...Captain James Cook, who helped Wolfe navigate to the plains of Abraham, is a big discoverer of just about everything down under. Interestingly, when he was sailing the Endeavor, his mission was "to seek out new life and new civilizations, to boldly go where no man has gone before"

Next, Governor Arthur down here (who had a penal settlement named for him in Tazmania) moved on to Canada (Port Arthur which is now Thunder Bay) and sent 100 Canadian Political Prisoners from the Upper Canada Rebellion to said prison in Tasmania.

Franklin - governor of Tasmania before he went exploring (and getting lost) in the North West Passage.

And this one is for Kyle's friend from army days. A Bogan (O says its own name) is a somewhat derrogatory name for a young man with long hair, red plaid flannel shirt, tight black jeans, who tends to remake old cars into very fast ones and often is involved in questionable dealings.

BTW, the six days in Tasmania was absolutely the best time ever. Great small group, excellent weather and activities. Will gossip about it all when I see you in a little over four weeks from now.










Cradle Mountain
My glasses took one for the team

So, anybody who knows me knows how dependent I am on my glasses.

On day two of the Milford Track - which is 9 miles of straight up hill on a goat track then across a pass then straight down hill the emergency path from hell (too much avalanche danger on the regular path), I manage the trip with a great deal of fun and joy. The weather was warm and sunny - highly unusual in the area- we saw animals and scenery to die for. With about two miles to go, on the flat, I was bugging Cal about looking at the scenery rather than his feet....you got it, I did a trip and landed on my face, rolled onto my shoulder, then hip then ended up like a turtle on my back pack. Actually smiling as my brain registered that I had heard a crunch of glass.

I must have landed right on the left lens which has a crack straight through it. The glasses are also a bit bent, not being meant to be landed on. I have a small scratch on my nose, but otherwise unscathed.

Cal and I had just passed one of the guides - who checked me out, offered first aid, commiserated and then off we went.

In the warm shower an hour later, I realized that without the glasses in the way, I probably would have hit the rock with my eye...

Let me tell you about the fun of walking the next day in a "light" rainforest downpour through streams along very uneven rocky paths without my glasses.

That said, it was a blast and I would recommend it to anyone. The track, that is, not breaking the glasses.


Milford Sound






We spent half an hour playing with the Keas in the sunshine.
The group one day behind us had to be guided along the ridge holding a rope
 because the weather was so foggy, rainy, windy.

Here's a few more photos from New Zealand.  Lots of great memories, but just not written down.

Fox Glacier. The next summer, we did the same thing
at the Columbia Icefield.  Travel pushes you to
appreciate your own back yard.

Abel Tasman Sea Kayaking


Bay of Islands.


Nelson /radio (Kier was also working at Nelson radio)

Ship Cove, Queen Charlotte Track.  Where Captain Cook came ashore.

"The Ring" store

Dragging the Australian mood out a little longer

From August to November 2009, we took our first trip out of Canada to explore Australia and New Zealand. Our week exploring Cairns to the Whitsunday Islands was one of those memories that will stay with me forever. The Great Barrier Reef was more spectacular than I could have imagined. My first memory was of giant clams with impossibly bright linings and shells that made this quilter itch to replicate the textures. As I floated peacefully in the warm water I began to see the bright coral, the schools of fish unafraid of people, and the occasional starfish silhouetted against the white sand.

I don't know whether it is because I am a land locked water baby, or that I am an indifferent gardener in an area that has a very brief growing season, but silk ribbon embroidery has always made me think oceans rather than flower gardens. I've tried to preserve that magical moment when I first felt the beauty of the reef.

So, in Western Australia there is this neat little "international" quilt competition. The entry fee is a fat quarter of fabric and in return you get a piece of the challenge fabric, make a quilt to the theme and send it to Bunbury, WA.

This year's theme was "memorable moments" - and the obvious moment was snorkeling on the Great Barrier Reef. Had a great time making a giant clam shell - the fluorescent pink challenge fabric was perfect for the inside of the shell - and then beaded and embellished every inch of the quilt. Added some shells from various Aussie beaches, and a mother of pearl fish button from Broome. The title of the quilt was something we heard all along the east coast and for me reflected how amazing and unique the experience was.










"It's not the pretty good barrier reef, mate" should be back in Canada in the next month or two if you want to see it in all it's splendor :) . If you want to see the rest of the bunbury international quilt challenge, here is the link:
http://www.flickr.com/photos/bunburypandq/collections/72157623653698490/ . My plan is a bunch of little crazy quilts with stuff I picked up on the trip - Cal gave up rolling his eyes when I would pick up another seashell or rock. I also have a neat bit of opal that I picked from the local rock pile in Coober Pedy that our guide is probably STILL rolling his eyes at that I didn't want him to polish and make a nice oval shape.

I didn't ever follow through on the plan for a series of crazy quilts.  Other interesting things got in the way.  One of them did get cut up for a book I created in a workshop with Debbie Bates a couple of years later.


Monday, 18 May 2015

A year of travel: Last thoughts before moving on



Two months ago we arrived back in Edmonton after almost a full year travelling.  It seems a good time to organize some last thoughts before moving on to the next adventure.

After a year, it was interesting what things were easy to remember and what things had been forgotten.  My body took almost two weeks to get over the jet lag of flying from Hong Kong – not quite far enough to gain a whole day, but enough time zones that my brain wanted to be wide awake and doing something in the middle of the night.  Driving was no problem, as a passenger for a year in countries that drove on the left side of the road, my muscle memory still knew the “right” way to drive.  But stopping for gas the first time was a scramble to figure out how to open the gas cap. Mother Nature also gave us snow to drive home in, just to remind us of what we had missed. Getting back into the habit of cooking, with a full kitchen of food and appliances, took a bit of getting used to.  Kati’s planning to get everybody together for Easter caused initial panic (what will the menu be and can I remember how to organize so everything is ready at once) but after a deep breath we all just went with the flow.  After all, do you really need to impress family?

First week home was almost like setting up a house for the first time. We had packed away most of our belongings so that our friends who were house sitting could have room for their things.  Opening up boxes (and remembering where the boxes were) was a bit like Christmas – gifts to be admired and places to be found for things that hadn’t been used for a year. Restocking the kitchen after getting used to shopping on a day to day basis.  Actually, I believe I was in the grocery store daily for two weeks getting one or two essential things that I had assumed were in the cupboard or fridge. Gradually unpacking boxes we had sent home from our travels and deciding where to put things, then working to organize piles of things, then integrating items into our life.

At work, it has also been interesting getting back into a routine.  In some ways, it felt like I had never left, but the reality is that things have changed (more or less) and I have needed to ask a lot of questions and watch carefully to make sure I don’t miss anything.  “So what’s changed” didn’t get a lot of answers from my coworkers.  “Tell me about the new babies” or “Who’s died” worked better.  I’ve needed to attach names to new faces and get used to the fact that things are different.  Funnily, we have had a major change in our electronic documentation software, which has put us all on a level playing field.

People have greeted me with one of two types of questions – “Did you have a good time?  What country did you like best?”  This from people, I suspect, who wonder if they would like to travel as we did.  “Are you glad to be home”, from those who can’t imagine pulling up roots for a year to wander in strange places.  Did I have a good time?  Absolutely, even when I was too cold or too hot or uncomfortable because I was seeing and doing things that I would not be doing at home.  Rather than saying which was my favorite country (they all were for different reasons), I would say that I want to return to southeast Asia because we traveled too quickly through those countries.  I don’t feel a need to return to Australia or New Zealand because they are so similar to Canada where there are many places I have not yet visited.  I also would not return to India because I felt unsafe. Am I glad to be back home?  Absolutely, but that doesn't mean I won't wander off again to explore.

On reflection, I think more helpful questions would be “What did you learn?”  or “How do you think you are different now?”

I learned to live in close quarters with strangers who quickly became fellow travelers, to share skills and knowledge so our time together was enjoyable (even when we were hot and sweaty, tired, sore, craving western food and a shower...).  I met fascinating people who shared the love of their country and I seldom felt afraid for my safety.  I have come to appreciate how special my home is – where I do not have to worry about too much water or not enough, or earthquakes or volcanoes, where it is safe to express an opinion and I can travel if I wish.  Where I was able to feed, clothe and educate my children. At my annual medical, where I was expressing concern about a series of nasty respiratory infections, my family doctor clearly put things into perspective – chest xray to rule out the possibility of tuberculosis because of where I had been travelling (and I am carefully watching for fever and the possibility of malaria).

A year of travel has changed how I see home.  My initial thought on unpacking was that I had way to much stuff – what was I thinking when I thought I needed so many pairs of socks and underwear, and surely one pair of long black pants was sufficient?  On a positive note, I find myself more aware of the beauty around me.  My urge is to pull to the side of the road to take that photo of the sunlight on the puddles in the ditch or the field of swans and then geese as they return north for the summer.  But, my camera is not beside me.  Watching the coming of the green which signals spring in Northern Alberta was a joy – and I did stop part way down the Dunvegan hill to take a photo the day the hills had gone from black and white to new fresh green. I did take photos of our back yard with its last (I hope) spring snow and the tiny leaves of rhubarb breaking the surface of the dirt.




Listening to the news is different as well.  Armenia and Nepal are real places with real people that I have met.  As I have been rereading travel books about the places I visited, it has been fascinating to realize how things change in a few short years.  The (Lonely Planet) Wheelers, travelling from London to Australia in 1973 chose the southern route through Asia (Iran, Iraq, Afghanistan, Pakistan) because it was safer and travel was basically impossible through Russian controlled Asia (Georgia to Kyrgyzstan then into China as we did).  Southeast Asia was still in the midst of a decades long war.  People younger than me who were welcoming me into their country had lived through these troubled times. More recently, the earthquakes in Nepal likely mean that our travel from China through Nepal and into India may have been the last overland trip for some time.

I chanced upon this blog post while we were travelling. Not that we were living abroad, but there are a lot of similarities to what we experienced.

Just to finish off with one last set of quotes about travel.  This had much more meaning to me when I reread this book after returning home than it had the first time I saw it more than a year ago.

“I love travel because you may be uncomfortable, hungry, hot and sweaty, cold and shivering...but damn it all, you will never be bored...the buzz of arriving somewhere new and the thrill of returning to a favourite place.”
Tony Wheeler (Lonely Planet) quoted in the book “Tell them to get Lost”



Sunday, 17 May 2015

Journal Quilt: The Final Chapter. Backing, Batting and Bling

After a year of going with the flow and creating weekly quilt squares as seemed best at the time, the finishing touches took some thinking about how to make it all work together.

I had painted the backing in Perth and then sent it home along with the fabric paint and some other goodies.  Coming by land rather than mail, it arrived home just before we did.  I did a quick measure (I was pretty sure that it was a bit bigger than the front of the quilt so it could be trimmed to size) and then had great fun adding a few photos as well as a selection of quotes about travel that I had been collecting along the way – most particularly off the walls at the Mt. Cook Hostel in New Zealand. Big thanks to Nico Brink and Alicia Fuller for taking great photos and sharing them.  Also thanks to Louise Mann for some great quotes that she found and used in a game on the truck.
Here's the backing waiting to be cut down to fit the front.
(Before I realized it was 1 1/2 inches too small in both
directions)


Cal and I leaving Vermilion with 60 kg checked luggage
for a year of travel.
Nico took this photo one early morning in
Kyrgyzstan.
This one by Alicia was on our boat trip in Chitwan National
Park in Nepal.

Sonya took this on the Franklin River (Tasmania)

Everest Base Camp (Tibet side). 

And us returning home with 35 kg checked luggage



Here's the backing on the patio at our hostel in Perth

To my dismay, the backing that I had designed to be cut down as it would be too big actually turned out to be too small... and with autographs right to the edge on the front of this quilt, I had to come up with a creative solution.  The quilt police are no doubt shaking their heads, but if you think about finishing a quilt without the front on it and then appliquéing the front to the batting and backing you have the idea.

Simple machine quilting along the original square lines attached everything together.  It was slow going which allowed me time to enjoy each square, notice some things I had forgotten, and think about which bits of stuff (a highly technical quilting term meaning anything you can figure out how to attach to a quilt) I had and where they were stored.  Another couple of nights were spent hand sewing the silk sari yarn along the journey we had taken.


This journal quilt started in June 2013 and you can read about it here.  I also mentioned it again just before leaving home in April 2014 when I talked about a “snivel kit”  The front traveled with me for the year in a small dry bag and gradually gained squares.

I wrote about the first row (home and then our time in Turkey) in May while travelling in Georgia. Then a quick post about a square for Armenia before two posts on the adventures of my wine dyed square for Georgia (here and here).  Definitely some creative sourcing of materials.

First fifteen squares.  Follow the dark green sari silk yarn from
Grimshaw to the market in Kashgar (China)
Plastic Kyrgyzstan money.  One of those countries
where the currency had very big numbers
Armenia's square - the felted flower was covered with tissue to protect
it from rubbing against the other squares while travelling.

Next post about the quilt was in late July and I had completed eighteen squares to remember Georgia, Azerbaijan, Turkmenistan, Uzbekistan, Kyrgyzstan, China and Tibet.  It was a combination of being busy and of using my iphone to access the internet which was poor to non-existent.

Next fifteen squares.  From China through Tibet
then Nepal, India, Thailand, Laos, Vietnam, Cambodia
Malaysia and on to Australia.
The bits of glass were found on the south shore of Lake Issykul
where we stopped for lunch.  Begaim said it was probably
from champagne bottles.  Memories of Cal's birthday.
It is amazing how much longer and thoughtful the blog posts got once I got a small notebook computer in Kolkata and could use two handed typing on a keyboard, save to the computer and then upload when internet was available.  I blogged about the squares I had completed for India to Singapore in November during our time in Perth.  I was already working on squares for Australia, so clearly my mind felt that having created the squares I must have also written about them!  Here’s photos, as well, of some of the squares with their final embellishments.

Quite delighted with how the square for Cambodia turned out.
Hand embroidered names of some of the important places we visited.
I used light coloured thread and Far East font so it is just a
subtle memory.  The brass dove is one that was given to me
by Kati from Ten Thousand Villages.  It is hand cut from
shell casings that litter the countryside and the word "Peace"
is in English and Khmer.  It traveled in my sewing
kit for the entire year.
The shell at the top right corner was found during our week
on Koh Tao.  Cal says that is is in the process of becoming an
agate.  So, it is a young fossil (or an old seashell)

We were 11 weeks in Australia and I created 7 squares.  I blogged about them in January from New Zealand.  Many of those squares have had shells and other found items attached.  I’ve mentioned a number of times that as a “land locked Alberta girl”, putting me on a beach is a source of endless enjoyment.

Squares 26 to 40.  From Cambodia through Australia
and into New Zealand
From Perth to Melbourne.  Seashells and a bit of wood.
Beachcombing along the Nullabor
My outback square with Emu feather (from Thread
Studio) and a shell from Rottnest Island

Perth square has had some shells added as well

Darwin to Perth.  All these shells came from eighty mile
beach which is just on the edge of Ningaloo National Park.
By early February I had added 8 more squares for New Zealand for a total of 43 completed (or with ideas of what I would do when getting home).  Here’s some of the squares with creative additions. Sadly, my square for Stewart Island has become “memories of muttonbird scrub” as the leaf which will remain soft and supple for years started to dry out and crumble as soon as it was pierced with a needle.
Last fifteen squares.  From Christmas in
Christchurch to home.
The Kiwi is sitting on a bit of greenstone Cal prospected along the lake
while hiking in Mt Cook National Park.

Memories of muttonbird scrub. The photo I took before
sending the leaves home has been printed to TAP, ironed to
fabric and then backed with wool batting (to give it
dimension) and then outline stitched.  Shells from
the beach at Mason Hut.

Wellington beachcombing. 

Paihia (Bay of Islands)  Shells (and a bit of weathered glass)
 came from the shore at Russell.
Auckland -  no simple picks to keep things together.  A
knotted bit of bamboo.

Five weeks in Bali and Lombok (Indonesia) and Sabah and Sarawak (Malaysian Borneo) were the last four squares completed on the road.  This left three squares (Hong Kong and then home) to be completed at home.
Lombok shells from our lunch spot the last day.
Surprisingly, we found no shells on the beaches
of the Gili islands.
My fortune:
"You are about to take part in an exciting adventure"
If you look carefully, you'll see an emphatic
Canadian eh!
A few of the shells that are not on the quilt.
I’ve been thinking about how this process is going to influence what I will do in the future. Journaling with fabric worked surprisingly well and will definitely be something to do on future travels.  I learned to identify what I wanted to remember each week and how to use minimal or non-traditional resources to create a “journal entry”. Hand sewing/slow stitching allowed me to think and remember the events of the week, including the adventures of finding items and accepting gifts from fellow travelers.  It humbled me how honoured people felt when I asked them to autograph my quilt; to be part of my memory of this year of travel.  I want to work harder at adding thoughtful notes when signing cards (or perhaps memory quilts) for others.  I also want to keep the sense of playfulness and relaxation about creating fabric memories.  I had to really think about the first “gift” for my quilt (the wine bag from Turkey), was delighted about the offer from my fellow travelers to make a square for my birthday (by which time there were no “rules” about what a square was made of, or even its exact size or shape), and jumped at the chance to have Bob the Banana and his monkey finally attach to the almost last square.

Next project(s)?  Probably a few smaller items.  My sewing machine is feeling lonely...  And I did bring home a lovely selection of fabrics.