What is the farthest you have ever traveled?
My immediate answer to this question was Hong Kong, where I served an 18 month mission for the The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints beginning in July, 1977 after I graduated from college. Distance from my hometown to Hong Kong was 8,016 miles. I flew from Oklahoma to Salt Lake City, Utah and then attended language training for two months in Provo, Utah before boarding another plane with six elders (young men missionaries who had been in my group in Provo) to fly to Hong Kong via San Francisco and Guam.
When I discussed this question with Lance, he pointed out that I should check the mileage from Santiago, Chile to Punta Arenas in the south of Chile. We traveled to Santiago in the fall of 2007 to meet our daughter Sara after her study abroad in Chile. We flew to Punta Arenas so we could see the penguins and visit the Torres Del Paine National Park. The distance from Seattle to Santiago and then to Punta Arenas (not counting the time spent traveling around in a van after we arrived) combined to exceed the mileage of my trip to Hong Kong. I was surprised by this!
And then I started wondering about my trip to Italy. We flew from Seattle to Rome where we spent the next three days and then spent the next six days in Sorrento, the Isle of Capri, San Gimignano, Monteriggioni, Pisa, Carrara, and then Florence before returning to Rome for our return trip home. When I’m not racing against the slicer’s deadline, I’ll figure out the mileage for that trip. I think it will come in third place.
So, the farthest I’ve ever traveled was to Punta Arenas on the southern tip of Chile with Lance and Sara, followed by my travel to Hong Kong where I lived for sixteen months, and finally to Italy where I toured many sites with my good friends Leslie, Nancy, and Teri. Two other long trips I’ve made were to Paris with the entire family to meet up with our son after his study abroad in Madrid and to London, before Blake’s study abroad at Oxford. Thank goodness my children have had study abroad experiences. They served to broaden my horizons and get their dad to travel (not one of his favorite activities), but he'll do it for the kids.
Those are some trips for a girl from Oklahoma who took her first plane trip from Tulsa to Portland in 1974 to join a boyfriend’s family for a camping trip to Idaho and the Spokane World’s Fair (the first environmentally themed world’s fair). The thing I remember about the World’s Fair was that we had matching shirts for the days we were there so we could spot each other more easily. I remember that one day’s shirts were red gingham. I can’t remember the other day’s shirt design. I wonder now how many of us were in the family group. Too bad that was before I began my first journal in the summer of 1975. I came back from that trip engaged, but that engagement was short lived. However, that travel did provide me with my first ever plane trip and began a lifelong love of travel.