Somewhere in the home counties of England, a small child screamed her first scream. There must have been a taste for travel in her blood already, since her mother was a Viking who’d landed in the UK.
Some years later, for a nice round-number birthday, that small child – now a grown woman – drove in an acid yellow and green 2cv from Las Vegas, through Death Valley, and entered California for the first time in her life. She’d lived in the US, Canada, Australia and Sweden before, though.
Exactly ten years later, for an even roundieth-number birthday, that same small child is in Bucharest, a year and a bit into a life in a small van.
Her parents aren’t about any more to celebrate with us – but this trip is their birthday present to her. We miss them every day.
But, most importantly of all… Happy birthday, Ellie!