After a four hour flight from Auckland to Melbourne, we landed in Australia in the town where I was born. I have been dreaming about this day since I was a little girl.
Sometime in 1959 my parents met in Melbourne, just about the time my father's family was preparing to leave Australia for the USA. Years before, when my father was 10 years old, his family had arrived as war refugees. My mother had made the same journey to Australia alone, as a young woman, and now together they had an opportunity to relocate to Los Angeles with relatives on my Dad's side who had immigrated there a few years earlier.
As timing would have it, the rest of the family left while my parents stayed behind to welcome my arrival. In those days, flying from such a long destination to another wasn't the usual option...however boarding a ship was. But not with a pregnant woman on board, so my parents waited until I was 3 months old before heading for the 'land of opportunity'. As a passenger ship, many stops were made along the way. But these stops are another story.
Needless to say, I can't discount this early exposure and how it may very well have shaped who I am in ways that become clear only now. Could it be that my time spent at such a formidable age on the water, traveling at times, through turbulent seas or dead calm through the South Pacific feed my love of the ocean and all that it entails? I have no other explanation (even if I needed one) to believe that I was imprinted by the smell, taste, and feel of deep ocean and salty ports. But that is yet another story. All I know is that I love ocean going vessels of every kind, aqua blue seas, softly crashing shore break, sea shells, exotic flowers and all things having to do with wide expanses of equatorial waters, including massive amounts of humidity.
Oh, and a particular affinity for sailors but, that is another story. Melbourne calls...