The Unexpected Happening of a Summer Expedition

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Let’s begin this story by saying thanks to my wonderful mother, Tara Matthews. These stories could not have happened without her help and enthusiasm for adventure and the unknown. Without her, these trips would not have happened, and we would not have these memories to look back on. She also encouraged me to write on Medium in the first place. So thank you.

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My mother is an explorer at heart and has helped push me into who I am today. She organizes great adventures to many different sacred sites worldwide, from Baja California to Scotland and the small island of Malta. She leads and holds space for many people on these trips. This story revolves around one of her trips, and while I wouldn't say it was a nightmare, it was an event that was way out of our hands.

The story takes place in the summer of 2022, just a month before I leave for school in Norway (another story for a different time!). My mom had organized one of her sacred journeys to Scotland, and she was taking me and my father! I was very excited; it was our second time together, and Scotland was one of my favorite places worldwide.