We’ve been in Turkey all week and it’s been blissful. We’ve had one very stormy night where we got to fly through and land in a thunderstorm, and then days and days of sun. We’ve spent most of our time in the pools, on the beach and eating way too much good food. I seriously need to have non stop salads when I come back. But I won’t think about that just yet.
We used to always find it a bit odd how some families go back to the same hotel year after year, when there’s so much of the world to see. We’ve now become that family and this is our 3rd time at Ali Bey in Side. The service is amazing and the staff know us and the kids. They all met E for the first time ever and everyone has made such a lovely fuss over him. He can’t understand it and is forever trying to escape their clutches. He’s loving the beaches and we’ve spent a lot of time fishing sand out his mouth. Z flits about like he’s in his second home and will chat to anyone. His dad says he’s nosey like his mother. I think it’s more like his father. He’s gutted that he has to go back to his first home soon and even more gutted that he’s got to go back to school. I think next week is going to be a bit of a challenge.
Going away and sitting on a beach always makes me ponder things. Life, work, kids, the universe. I’m usually thinking about my next big jump at work and how I might juggle it all. It’s kind of the same this time, but with a lot less anxiety attached to it. I wonder if age has made me less scared of making the next leap and made me realise that juggling will somehow happen. Or not. But I won’t know unless I try. Maybe we should start looking for our next house too. I do love our teeny tiny semi. But it’s teeny tiny. Maybe I’d consider it. If the right house came along.
For now though, we’ll spend one more day on the beach