My life as a traveling teacher.

The green cliffs of the archipelago of the Azores Islands, reminiscent of what I have imagined Ireland to resemble, welcome us in Mid-March, after spending the first half of this month at sea. I, admittedly, do not have Geography as a strong suit. I first learned of where the Azores where located last year, while looking on a giant world map on the wall of CFIS’ cafeteria with one of my students. We were pointing to various islands and countries, expressing our enthusiasm of perhaps one day being lucky enough to see them through a traveler’s eyes. Amidst our wandering and deciphering of the gigantic mural, the Azores were pointed out. I had remembered seeing this location mentioned on the Class Afloat itinerary for the upcoming school year. “Hey - I’ll be on that island next year. Awesome.” We find Horta, on the island of Faial near the end of winter; a season which is mostly marked by rain, and wind. This changes the planned program of a day-long volcano hike, as vis

After a great time in the Dominican Republic, we were set to begin our journey back to Europe, starting with a northeasterly trip to Bermuda. There were many reasons that made the anticipation for this port even higher than most. Reason 1: I’ve always wanted to see the island – mostly because I made it a life goal when I was a little girl to see all the places mentioned in that Beach Boys “Kokomo” song that’s so catchy. You have it in your head now too, don’t you? You’re welcome. Reason 2: One of my dearest friends lived most of her life here, and her stories and descriptions only amplified the motivations stated in reason 1. Reason 3: Pink sand beaches. Reason 4: Oh ya. Adlard is coming for a visit. One of my best friends from YYC was making the most of her WestJet employee benefits by flying down to meet me in Hamilton for a few days. Hailey’s visit was something I had been looking forward to for a while – mostly because she was bringing me some stuff