It depends on how you define journey

My mother, a staunch, old fashioned Roman Catholic Italian, once traveled to a Bris for my cousin’s two adopted sons from Brazil that he was raising with his same sex partner. I thought that was one of the longest journeys our family ever took, immigration from Italy notwithstanding. Yesterday, my cousin’s son celebrated his marriage with a traditional Chinese tea ceremony at his parent’s home.  It was beautiful even if, for a boisterous lot of Italian, a bit odd. I think of it as another long journey from what we know to the whole glorious world beyond our comfort zone that holds so many amazing things.