By Katie Tallo

I’m in the middle of putting toothpaste and soap into a clear plastic case that will fit inside my carry-on bag, when I’m transported out of my bedroom — not to some lush destination, but to a closet-sized restroom on board a 767.

I’m freshening up just before landing near the end of the nine hour flight — splashing cold water on my face, half-heartedly brushing my teeth. I can’t stop smiling, knowing that soon we’ll be landing in another country. A place I’ve never been. There’ll be people, trees, roads and buildings that are new to me – everything will be new.

I can see my hands on the steering wheel of our rented Fiat that is taking us to Diana’s oasis. I can hear Barrie calling out directions.

In mere seconds, I hovered out... More...