Hello my loves,
I am so sorry that I haven’t written lately, I have been on Holiday.
Not for a whole month, just for a week. But you know what it’s like as a mother….
The week before the Holiday is spent packing for everyone, washing everything, buying everything, organising tickets, money, taxis etc. By the time I got on the plane I was a stressed-out mess with bags under my eyes the size of the suitcases I had packed.
Then the week on Holiday I managed all the money, tickets, organisation, map reading, tour guiding, decision making, food ordering in very poor French/Arabic, and haggling.
The week after Holiday I spent unpacking, washing, ironing and catching up on all the things that weren’t done whilst I was away.
And then last week, well I was just exhausted…
But the Holiday was marvellous and worth it. We went to Marrakech in Morocco. I went there when I was young, single and fancy free and it’s one of my most favourite places in the world. I was excited to take my family and was hoping they would love it too
I had organised 3 days in the Medina (Old walled town) of Marrakech and then 4 days by a pool, sleeping in Bedouin tents.
Well it wasn’t the HUGE success I thought it would be, but they did enjoy themselves a little bit (ungrateful so and so’s). The kids were a bit freaked out by the intensity that is the Arabic market place and Hubby was bored sitting by the pool. You can’t please all the people all the time.
But I don’t care I loved it. It was the first time since having children that I got my old travel the world feeling back – that amazement, freedom and excitement that you get going into somewhere so foreign and intense. I could feel my confidence and my sense of wonder come back – instead of the general tiredness that is my life at the moment. And the bags under my eyes weren’t there when I got back on the plane.
And I shall be going back – probably by myself 😊