My Gran was indeed a traveller. Eventually, I understand she even managed to convince my very reluctant Grandfather to travel with her. One of their first trips was to Argentina, Chile and other parts of South America. Once more, my Gran's independence was shining through.
Many years later, I followed her footsteps on my own trip to that region. Even now, South America is not a very common destination for Kiwi travellers. My destination and a recent bad head injury I'd received made members of my family distinctly nervous about my safety.
My trip went very well, but it's only now that I've thought of the obvious reply I could have used when dealing with concerns about my choice of destination: come on, it can't be that dangerous. My own grandmother went there years ago!
I guess my own travels represented an opportunity for Gran to relive her trip. She contacted and attempted to organise for me to meet up with a friend she'd made in a place near Santiago, Chile. As well as her independence, her love of people was once more shining through.
Cheers,
Mike
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