I would love to fly around the world, show my family pretty places. Unfortunately as I am currently living off of a life insurance policy I can’t really afford it.
I saw BritMums have a #Flying100 competition which is celebrating 100 years of commercial flying. What seems so normal to many now was almost unimaginable back then.
This summer I won a holiday to Italy and the boys loved it but it was all booked and we were on the plane days later. No time for planning, no time to research where we were going. I want to go back to Italy, but this time with my boys and Blokey. I want to have places to visit all organised, I want maps, and a translation app on my phone -if such a thing exists yet. I want wet-weather back up plans and so on. I need my safety net apparently.
I would love to go back over there and hire a car, and just explore. Next time I want to go to Venice, I want a cheesy photo of all of us on a gondola with gelatos in-hand.
I want to eat in restaurants in little villages that time forgot. I want to eat things I can’t pronounce.
I would love for my sons to have amazing memories of family holidays. I don’t want their memories of childhood just to be school and homework.
The best holiday I have ever had was going to Australia. Those memories will probably be what I talk about on my last days on earth.
When I won a holiday to Aussie I was so excited I got all dizzy and couldn’t stop shaking. I was in a library at the time with a rather little Jen – I couldn’t finish reading his story to him and the library staff thought I was high as they had security watching me.
When Daybreak said we were having dinner in a sheep shearing shed no body was impressed. Then we walked in, it was silver service by candle lit. It was a brilliant yet downright weird experience. Then the thunder and lightening came. Everyone was being British “oh no we will get wet” but I couldn’t stay indoors. I was out there, dripping wet trying to photo the storm. I then convinced the camera crew to join me. The other competition winners soon followed, wine in hand, appreciating the beauty of it.
I feel like an Aussie inside. Heck I answer to the name Roo! One day I’ll be able to go back. Red dust and wanderlust.
This post is an entry for the #Flying100 Family Holiday Challenge, celebrating how flying allows us to make memories and ‘be there’, in association with #Flying100. Find out more at http://bit.ly/flying100.