A year of first times

As the year draws to an end and I loathe the lack of contribution I’ve made to society, I’m trying to take stock of the good that 2022 brought, more particularly its long series of first-time experiences.

In January, during our Christmas cruise to Tauranga we ate rolled ice cream for the first time.

In February we set out to build a new fridge for the boat and traded the remainder of our summer week-ends for plywood and epoxy work at Thomas’ company’s warehouse, completing the project in three weeks.

In April, I pulled out my tango outfits to work for a couple of days as an extra in TV show My Life is Murder’s third season’s first episode, set in a tango studio.

In May, we planned and executed our first ocean passage (and its lot of administrative chores and clearance formalities) from New Zealand to Fiji. There, we swam for the first time with sea horses, turtles, sharks and manta rays in the wild and learnt to make our very own coconut milk equipped with a special coconut grater.

In July, in New Caledonia, we climbed on top of Amedee Lighthouse and collected nautilus shells on the beach.

In August, in Vanuatu, we witnessed the quasi-continuous volcanic eruption of Mount Yasur, much to Azur’s dismay.

In September, in Indonesia, we experienced the sweet sound of 4 a.m. prayer calls and landed for the first time on a deserted island guarded by dragons (no prayer for the dragons).

In October, still in Indonesia, we tasted snake fruit and dragon fruit for the first time and camped on top of active volcano Mount Rinjani.

In November, we got to savour the luxury of swimming in a rooftop infinity pool in Malaysia, every now and then having a glance at our boat moored just below.

In December, I baked my first Christmas log, a success that I didn’t even think of photographing before it was already half eaten.

Let’s say the year was worth it after all, for if our contribution to society was minimal, our personal growth was immense, an investment that surely will pay off in the long run, if only by the quantity and quality of shared experiences enriching our family mythology and forging memories that are sure to last a lifetime.

Published by Salome

Sailing, parenting, writing, dancing, and op-shopping around the world.

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