So the time has come. Normally I would go with my sis, but she is busy with more important things right now. She is going to have a baby. The third one. Almost half way through her pregnancy , past chorion biopsy with bad results, followed by an amniocentesis with good news finally. All is well with  the baby. So far so good. So instead of her I am traveling with my Mum.

 

Where to? Malta.

 

Long long time ago when I was 19, almost made it. It is only natural  that it has been on my travel list ever since.

 

5 nights without my son. Now that is tough. Not the one who goes on vacations without  a child.  We are always together.

The max. was 4 nights so far, guess each year I up it by a day.

His Dad arrived late last night, after a week of relaxing in London, preparing for the tough job of looking after his son.

5 days with him. I would say it isn’t enough. Especially since he doesn’t have to do any of those mundane chores like cooking, cleaning, washing, ironing, not even driving him to school.

“Do you know where is your uniform? Your tennis racket, shoes? Can you make your sandwich? Do you know how to order from Wasabi? And from Alessio? (restaurants that we frequently order from ) Do you know how to turn on and off the security system?” I asked.

My son answered yes to all of these questions. As he walked me to the taxi I told him to look after his Dad.

 

So here we are, flying by Wizzair. Not my first choice, but that is the only one that flies directly from Budapest to Malta right now. Having bought priority check-in and boarding made it much more pleasant. Got my water, hand cream, lip balm and the Malta handbook.

Been so busy, that I haven’t even planned anything yet.

Got 2 hours flight time to figure it out.

 

P.S.: The trip was great. Dad and son survived. To be continued….