Colombo International Airport, March 25th, 4am: we dragged the five of us out of the Sri Lanka Airways plane in the middle of the night, and I thought to myself: what if our driver did not show up. For a second, it was as if our lives depended on him, on someone that I had merely confirmed by email, from miles away, with not even a deposit paid upfront. And that’s when I spotted Kamal among the sea of greeters behind the arrivals line, waiting for us with open arms and a board that read Welcome Vanessa & Family. I dropped my usual over-planned mommy hat and embraced our new (mini) adventure with a smile.
There’s been quite a buzz about Sri Lanka over the last ten years, now that the images of the tsunami devastation are behind, and with the Tamil Tigers signing a…