We’ve been enjoying the very nice hot weather this week, but not in England. We’re on holiday in Turkey at one of our favourite places. I find it a bit crazy myself when I realise it’s our fourth time in 6 years. I’m slightly hesitant every time we decide to come back. What if it’s not as nice anymore? What if it’s gone downhill? What if it’s filled with rude staff or guests this time? So far, so lucky. The regular staff always spot us and it’s so nice that they remember who we are. Well, they mainly get excited to see how the boys have grown. The boys are rarely as excited and stare back politely waiting to escape.
We’ve had a Facebook and Instagram blackout for a good few days and it’s been a bit weird but good to have some proper downtime. The beach is one of those places that makes me slow right down and just think. And think…and think.
Think about how the boys have grown, how they’re changing and how their personalities are developing so much. I have one show loving boy and one show hating boy. One food loving boy and one food hating boy. One very patient boy and one very impatient bout. One stop and admire the view boy and one totally in a rush to get somewhere boy. I’m not sure how we have two such polar opposites but, as my neighbour once said to me, “the fingers of one hand are not all the same”. Huh.
I’ve been admiring the many cultural and historical trips you can do from here but Ive decided we will save it for another year. The beach time is going to keep us busy for another few days before we head back and dive straight back into work and school. There are aqua parks to explore and ice creams to eat. And we shall valiantly try to eat all of them.