I don't recall my age or the year I realized and accepted that some activities I had always imagined I would experience some day, that I never would, such as visiting Paris, Scotland to name a couple foreign locations. I have always had an appetite not even remotely fulfilled for travel to sites and continents away from my own.
I did fly to South America's Ecuador where I had never even thought about going or imagined I would visit, but leaped when the opportunity was presented. Taking advantage of such situations when they occur is wise even if sudden schedule and life adjustments may be necessary. I had to borrow money for the trip from the bank where I was then working in the loan department.
An unscheduled stop occurred in Jamaica on the flight there. I made a quick deplane just to say I'd been there before re-boarding to continue the flight. My return flight had an unexpected stop in Peru where the most strikingly handsome and beautiful golden-skinned couple I have ever seen in my life boarded our plane. I'll always wonder who they were.
Years later after I wed, I learned my husband was much more enamored with traveling in the U.S. He said there was so much here that we had never seen. So, we stayed primarily on this continent, did go to Hawaii but didn't get to Alaska and enjoyed only a limited Niagara Falls trip into Canada. An anticipated further exploration north of our border never materialized, regrettably.
Mexico visits were few, but simply walking across the border, except for once when I convinced my husband to drive over. Thoughts of driving the Pan American Highway intrigued me. I learned later the highway was incomplete in many places and little more than a dirt road in others as I rode on in Ecuador.
This trip with my husband was a very brief intrusion into Mexico. He was unfamiliar with the Spanish language so turned on to a street with a sign that probably had said the street was closed to traffic for repairs. I had studied French so was no help. A workman running toward us, shouting, frantically waving his arms, conveyed our presence was a mistake. His behavior quickly convinced my husband to turn the car around and drive back across the border to the U.S. before we had an accident or got arrested. The workman probably muttered to his colleagues, "Those loco gringos don't know how to drive!"
Early years before our children were born, we took a few short cross-country flights he privately piloted that were compensating pleasures to foreign travel for me then. Many scenic drives through numerous states, plus visits to our U.S. national park system and monuments offered a bounty of attractions. We were unable to visit as many Parks as we had hoped, especially when his declining health in later years altered those expectations. Lengthy cross country scenic train trips in the U.S. and Canada about which we mused never could become a reality.
All of this came to mind when I recently checked my KCET Public Television Station's (PBS) weekly Friday night movie. I always wanted to visit Scotland which I learned was the evening's 1983's movie's setting. I was in the mood for a movie with some beautiful scenery and a light entertaining story line. No record of Scottish ancestors had been found among those of mine so efficiently researched a few years ago by blogger/researcher Judy at "Onward and Upward -- Ever Forward". I remain convinced there may be some forefathers preceding those whose identity was named in my English/European background.
"Local Hero was filmed in several locations around Scotland. Most of the Ferness village scenes were filmed in Pennan on the Aberdeenshire coast and most of the beach scenes at Morar and Arisaig on the west coast" reported by Wikipedia.
Here's the original 1983 "Local Hero" movie trailer: