Page 35 of Risk It All
“I like London.”
“Is there a place you haven't been?” Max asks.
“Canada.”
Max stares at me with a stunned expression. “Canada?”
I understand the surprise. Afterall Canada is right next door to the U.S. “I know, it's weird. I've been to several African and Asian countries, but never Canada.”
We purchase tickets, work our way through security, and then find a bathroom to clean up as best we can before heading to eat. I look like I spent the night on the jungle floor, with scrapes and bruises, frizzy hair, and dark circles under my eyes. To my mind, Max has fared much better. Yes, he has a few scrapes too, and he looks as exhausted as I feel, but those brilliant blue eyes twinkle as he eats sitting across from me.
Two hours later, our plane lifts off, taking us to London. Only when the plane reaches cruising altitude do I relax and within moments I'm fast asleep.
