Staring out at the Mexican sunset, it was a little bit of a bittersweet moment.
You see, my daughter, Wynter, 20, was heading off to university soon and travelling was something we had done every year since she was 14.
After losing my dear friend, Shannon, we had flown to Mexico in 2016, where I was performing at a music festival and then back packed for around a month afterwards. It became a tradition–every year we would pack up and travel for a month, visiting Mexico three times and Columbia once.
Making thousands of special memories, Wynter and I had a bond like no other and every time we embarked on a trip, I never wanted to come home.
Travelling became our tradition every year
