My past vacations got me thinking about what it's like to be married to a windsurfer. Most of our family vacations are centered around the "windsurfing" vacation as this is my husband's favorite activity. I can recall many amazing places I have been with my husband. From Aruba, Mexico, and Hawaii to the shores of Oregon, California, Texas, and Florida, I have traveled along while my husband windsurfed in the places he considered a windsurfer's paradise.
Back when I first met my husband, I
did attempt to learn the windsurfing sport. I soon learned that this
was not my thing. It could possibly have something to do with Chris trying to teach me the sport, but in the middle of our lesson he
took off with the wind, and left me stranded in the middle of the
lake. Maybe I just don't get the adrenaline rush he experiences. Or
perhaps it had to do with the fact that I am just not that much of a
water sport person.
Whatever the reasons, I have given
up on trying to learn this sport and have focused instead on the
traveling experiences I have gained by going to places I probably would
have never gone to if I hadn't met my husband.
I'm thankful for the amazing experiences I've had and wouldn't trade it
for anything. Being a windsurfer's wife has enhanced my love of
traveling, and it's a blessing to be able to share some of these
experiences with my children too.
Our adventures are
far from over though. There are still more places to discover and more
places to share.