We’ve been on the road, nomadic, since September 2011. For the first two years the pattern for our travels was that we would decide the general area we wanted to go to and then Alison would begin to suggest some of the things we could go to see there. Her philosophy of travel was always “We’ve travelled all this way to this wonderful place, and there are all these amazing things to see and do here, so let’s go.” I was always reluctant initially to jump into any new adventure, partly because of money worries, and partly because of my fears that something bad might happen. But then eventually I would usually agree to go. Things slowly began to change when we were in Oaxaca in July this year. My backpack was stolen while I was having a good time watching an open-air performance. The biggest lesson of that event was that I needed to let go of an old teaching from my mother that it is not safe to feel joyful because if you do there’s sure to be sorrow just around the corner. That was the beginning of making a conscious decision to take the risk of enjoying the events we attended anyway, and then seeing if anything bad happened afterwards. What I soon discovered was that usually nothing bad happened, or if anything unexpected did happen it wasn’t because I’d enjoyed myself.