Thoughts Flying Home
Well we are back in the US. The US Airways Envoy flight from Madrid was very nice. I viewed a couple of movies, slept a little and had excellent meals.
While flying I had to return to the reality of carefully adding up all those little receipts and filling in our US Customs declaration form.
8 Airline Flights
2 Rail Journeys
1 Funicular Railway
1 Cable Car Tramway
1 Bike Tour
4 Royal Palaces
2 Soccer Stadiums
264,000 Hilton Points
150,000 Marriott Points
285,000 US Airways Points
So, statistics aside what was the trip really about?
Well I know it will probably prove to be one of my last opportunities to travel with both of my (now adult) children.
I pushed in the clutch on them. I left them both spinning in their tracks for a moment as they anxiously chart their individual futures.
Futures that will feature less and less time with dad.
This trip was simply a way to force us to take some time to focus on each other.
But, tomorrow we’ll settle into the remaining weeks of our respective year and be reunited with our (frequently) adorable pets. Saturday will include a haircut and washing 3 dust storms off of my cars. Sunday will begin with the 10 am church service. Hopefully it will be followed by brunch with my extended family from church.
Monday I’ll get right back on a plane for DC.
So, what did I learn?
I am even more in awe of my kids. They are so full of dreams, energy and reckless confusion. They are dealing with the reality of their immediate futures. There is no failure to launch with these two.
It made me remember how anxious I was in my twenties. So far they are doing it better than me (I had developed an ulcer at 24).
Ms. M. is actively planning a six month relocation to England starting next spring. Mr. B is happy to be out of college, setting up his own house and is busy putting his cards on the table to see which to draw from first.
I cringe when thinking about where we will all be this time next year.
So I strong armed a trip. I made us come together in the little window of time where I still could.
What did it deliver?
Lots of photos to cherish, tons of little maps, another years supply of shampoo and a ton of subway rides. There was lots of little tubs of gelato, a 22nd birthday for Mr. B, some schnitzel and a variety of pilsner beer.
There were very hot days, frayed nerves and miles of walking.
But everything now is all swizzled up into what will simply become….
Roadboy’s Travels © 2013