The Countdown Begins
It’s going to be a busy week while I ready my little family for our Christmas trip … so I apologise in advance if blog posts become a bit sporadic this week. I promise I’ll step it up when I have good subject material … aka Paris (Paris! I still can’t believe I am going to show my boys Paris!) I’m getting ridiculously excited now … the sort of excitement that just blows jetlag out of the program and keeps you awake for 2 weeks on adrenalin (speaking from New York experience).
My packing resembles nothing like my ‘3 frock, travelling light, summer in New York sojourn’. It’s winter and my suitcase is ‘bulk central’ with a ski suit and snow/hiking boots, 4 million/kilos of accessories … as I am going to ‘frock the hell up’ as Faux Fuchsia would instruct me to do. Compulsory for Paris. We’re going via Singapore for a few days (which is hot) so we can’t even wear the bulky stuff on the plane. No ski suit or yeti boots for plane attire this time around!
Speaking of ‘yeti’s’. I am already editing my luggage so I can fit in my yeti coat. On principle. I bought it at a friend’s wholesale fashion sale. It’s so soft and warm and I have never had a chance to wear it, living in the sweatbox we call Brisbane, so I am taking it. End. Of. Story. Sad thing is, there will be no room for shopping … which is good … as it’s all about the experiences … not things…
…as I am already stressing over the magnitude of feeding a family of four on the road. Doing the maths … 40 days … in the gastronomical capital of the world … 4 mouths … one of them a ‘never-not-eating teenager’, who inhales his food. He looks at me with fear in his eyes when I tell him that eating in Paris is all about savouring the food. He thinks he’s going to starve if he ‘savours’! I’ll be shoving baguettes under his arm as soon as we start out for the day.
… and speaking of shopping … this is the extent of my Christmas shopping, in it’s entirety. 2 gifts for the boys from Santa. Already masked and shoved into the side pocket of my hand luggage. Here boys, here’s your Christmas present, a trip of a lifetime around snow covered Europe. They get the picture. I am sure when we head to ‘Au Nain Bleu’ we might find a few extra little, portable goodies for Christmas Day.
So this week is all about getting our house and work into order so we can have a guilt free month or so away from our everyday lives. I cannot remember the last time we ever, as a family, had a month’s holiday. Actually we have never had a month’s holiday. Ever. I remember, 18 years ago, day dreaming with my husband about travelling Europe one day with our future children. When they were babies, we couldn’t even fathom it … and then ‘life got in the way’. It’s an amazing feeling embarking on something that you know will feature significantly in the future memories of your children. That’s the reason we have been pushing the French. We want them to get the most out of the whole experience.
And we have already had the talk … “listen here boys, what you are about to experience took me 5 years at University working bum part-time jobs and 2 years of full time work, scheming and saving, to afford. And even then, I never got to do what you will be doing as I had to work as soon as I got overseas to fund my budget/limited-food adventures. You will appreciate this.”
They have no idea. And I can’t believe I am bringing out the ‘back in my day’ stories. Anyway, it’s going to be a busy week, starting with the shed this morning.
Finish hard, as they say.