Steve and I promised each other to always get away to celebrate our March 31 anniversary, but this year we’ve expanded our horizons significantly. We have finally earned free flights to Australia, with a free stop-over in New Zealand. We will leave in early April for a combination 8th anniversary and pre-retirement trip, and we can’t wait! Australia will be my 6th continent and 45th country. I will hold at six continents, having no aspirations to visit Antarctica.
My family counts things. Besides countries and continents, we all know the exact number of states we’ve stepped foot in. My brother, father, and I had a three-way tie with 49 states each until I edged them out a few years ago. Soon after we got married, Steve and I planned a trip Back East to visit relatives, taking a longer route than necessary in order to hit my final state. Steve pulled over at the "Welcome to Idaho" sign, presumably to take my picture in case we’d need to prove I made it. However, the 50th State Ceremony included a bit more pomp. My brother had written a speech for Steve to read to me, along with a plaque to present, rising above his (I’m sure) jealousy at my great achievement. The cars whizzed by, completely oblivious to the milestone being commemorated: The Last State.