It recently occurred to me that with all this traveling I’ve been doing, I’ve had to say good bye to so many places and wonderful people, whether people I’ve met on my journey or the lovely friends and relatives I left behind at home. Each time I leave, I never know if or when I will ever see someone again or return to the same place, as my future is still a great big mystery to me. Alas one person that I never got the chance to say farewell to was Shiribai Bandali, my Dadima (paternal grandmother in Kutchi), who sadly passed away unexpectedly after catching pneumonia while I was in Argentina.
After many months of preparation and planning for my Tango journey to raise funds for Parkinson's UK, literally two nights before the first milonga ( a Tango Social dance) my worst fear was confirmed . I discovered a ginormous swelling on my left leg.