What if things had gone the other way around? What if, instead of moving to Belgium, my dad had convinced my mom to come live in the US with him?
Would we have gone for a 10 month bike tour around the Land of Chocolate, Beer and Fries? Would we have spent our childhood summer vacations in the luscious beach town of Blankenberge eating speculoos ice cream and riding a cuistax? Unfortunately, some questions will remain unanswered. But by riding to the San Francisco Bay Area, we did get a little glimpse of what life could have been. Because that’s where my dad’s college friends all moved to.
So as we connected the dots between each one of them, we sewed the fabric of my life in a parallel universe. In a nutshell, we would have lived by the Pacific, gone for walks among the redwoods, commuted across the Golden Gate bridge, rooted for the San Jose Sharks and eaten artichoke soups!
But who am I kidding, my dad was too much of an East coast guy, anyway.
So thanks Chris, Jan, Bob, Gail, Aaron, Mackensie, John, Kathleen and Caitlyn for the great time and giving us a flavor my parallel life!