In old age people tend to forget things.  And so it is that here at www.IanAndWendy.com we suddenly woke up and realized we had missed our tenth birthday!  That’s right – August 31st 2009 marked TEN WHOLE YEARS of www.IanAndWendy.com! 

So, in celebration of the tenth anniversary of www.IanAndWendy.com we’ve compiled a list of 10 of our favorite old sights.  Number 10:

10)Grotte de Font-de-Gaume at Les Eyzies, France – For truly old, nothing beats the interior decorating in some inauspicious looking caves in the south of France.  Step inside and you’ll be treated to a decorative paint treatment some 14,000- years-old.  Reindeer,buffalo and a human hand are amongst the images still vivid after all these years.

In old age people tend to forget things.  And so it is that here at www.IanAndWendy.com we suddenly woke up and realized we had missed our tenth birthday!  That’s right – August 31st 2009 marked TEN WHOLE YEARS of www.IanAndWendy.com!

So, in celebration of the tenth anniversary of www.IanAndWendy.com we’ve compiled a list of 10 of our favorite old sights.  Number 9:

9) Angkor Wat, Cambodia – Your alarm goes off at 4:30am and your body groans in protest over getting out of bed so soon.  You cram yourself into a tuk tuk and bump along in the dark following the tail lights of other tired tourists.  You pick your way across the stone paved ground wondering why you’re up earlier on your vacation than you are for work.  Then the first rays of the sun break through and dance off the lotus ponds in front of Angkor Wat and your tiredness fades away with the last pockets of darkness.

In May of 1995 Ian and I set out on our first trip together.  We had a month, a rail pass and a Let’s Go.  We had no idea what we were doing, but we had plenty of enthusiasm to make up for it.  We’d spent hours poring over maps and reading the guidebook.  We’d planned out a route and had a calendar with destinations penciled in.  We had backpacks stuffed full of WAY too many things we didn’t really need but thankfully we had young, strong backs to carry them.   

We were university students at the time, and living in Kingston, Ontario, Canada.  There’s no international airport in Kingston, so we had to chose to leave from Toronto or Montreal.  Our flight was from the old Montreal Mirabel Airport to Schiphol in Amsterdam.  

We were totally pumped to be heading out on our "big adventure".  We arrived at the airport with LOTS of time to make the flight.  At Mirabel you couldn’t just board right from the airport.  Instead you had to be ferried over to your flight on a bus.  When the flight finally started boarding we were on the first bus to head over to the plane. On our way over the man next to us asked us what our plans were.  We told him we’d be flying on to Italy and planned to wind our way back up to Amsterdam over the next month.  He told us that he’d been our age the first time he’d gone to Europe, too.

The bus was full.  It was full of men.  Older men.  It was the 50th anniversary of the liberation of Europe and the flight was full of Canadian veterans returning to be honored for their brave role in changing the course of world history.  And the bus wasn’t nearly as full as it should have been.