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How I Met Your Father

A tribute to one of my favourite shows How I Met Your Mother.


See this photo of your father and I? That was our first photograph together.

It was the year 2006, we were still two strangers living separate lives in this big confusing world. I had just broken up with my latest fling and needed to get away and your father was getting a little tired of his job at the factory and also decided that he wanted to do something different.

So as it turned out, we both looked for an experience that would get us out of the country at the same time to be able to do something good. So we both applied to be volunteers in Peru.

We first saw each other at the airport. Recognising the same volunteer uniform I went over to say hi, only to be met by your father’s  sharp reply of ‘hi’ and turned away. I thought he was rather rude, little did I know at the time that he was simply shy.

We spent three months digging, sanding and painting away with our group of volunteers, there were 13 of us of various ages, and your father and I were one of the three ‘older’ participants in the group. At the communities where we were in Peru, both electricity and water are not readily available, so often we went without showers. Caked with sweat and dirt from our daily labour, it didn’t bother us at all that we were filthy in our society’s terms, because the rest of the villagers had worse, and that made us appreciate the little things in life we take so much for granted for back home.

A few weeks into the project, I found your father tagging along to everything I did. I was on grocery duty – he came along. I needed to head into town to get some photocopy done – he came along. I got up early to make the group pancakes for breakfast – he also got up early and came along. He was starting to spend a lot of time with me.

Of course, all this time, your father had been plotting ways to ask me out on a date and I just thought he was trying to be annoying.

So, one night when we had some time off, all 13 of us decided to head into town to the only ‘bar’ there was available in Urubamba. There was a lot of salsa’ing, as you would expect in Latin America, and we were being swung left and right by the expert dancers of Peru.

Those Latin boys could dance!

Then, we hit the bar. Here’s the crucial point of the story kids, it took 3 shots of taquila. 3 shots. And your father and I became an item.

Don’t waste your money looking for dates. Go travelling instead, and find someone who shares your passion.

Hit the bar with them.

Amy and Will McPherson

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