Before we left the UK, E planned a short road trip for our family. It was lovely. When my mind goes back to how we spent that entire week as a family, I feel nostalgic. It was truly an adventure, complete with how our hardy Renault stalled at a remote part of the mountains in the bizarrely cold and wet weather. Yes, things like that do happen to us. And when such things happens, I get real anxious. Then, I had to leave the car and take a short walk while E stayed with the sleeping children, waiting for help. My eyes were teary and I literally felt like puking- not sure if it did felt like a panic attack. (I don’t say this enough but these are times when I am thankful for E’s calm and collected nature.)
I find blogging getting harder these days because when I share about what we left behind in the UK, it feels bittersweet. In Chinese, we call it 心酸. In some way, I believe time will make the feelings less intense. But there is also a part of me that don’t want to forget what a wonderful and magical experience that our family had. Okay, instead of griping about my life, I wish to continue blogging with a thankful heart. x
The caravan park at Devon is a good 7ish hour drive away from London. We had a stop over at Bristol for the night before continuing. One can imagine the drive to Devon was long and painful. We do not own any iPads and so the kids had to either chat among themselves or just nap.
Our caravan was at the John Fowler Holiday Park in Devon. E booked the platinum caravan(which is supposedly the best, but was sure a small space) with two bedrooms and a cosy living area. Our time in the caravan was quiet for the initial two days as it was raining. The wet weather called for indoor activities- we played card games, drew, watched television and cooked. Because I have forgotten to bring out Uno cards, the little ones had to improvise and make their card games. Poor them. In the evenings, the kids took out the light sticks and went into their bedrooms to rehearse for a ‘performance’ for the grown ups.
Those few days were simple but our view from the caravan was nothing near ordinary though. It was just gorgeous and too many a times, I saw the kids just staring out the window. I wonder what were in their minds. Maybe just Pokemon. Or maybe something bigger and more amazing?
I am so thankful for these memories and being able to blog these down. Perhaps when these babies are older, we can embark on another caravan adventure soon? Hopefully, the future versions of them will still love us as much- and we will be able to play board games competitively(#competitiveboardgameplayer) then.
Will try to blog more about our Devon/Paris/Barcelona trip in the next couple of days before everything gets busy again. Okay, I am out!