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Part of being grandparents is that you can’t pick the dates of your holidays anymore: you have to choose them according to your children’s holidays as there might be some babysitting involved…once you receive the seal of approval you can go ahead and proceed with your booking…
We followed the protocol and once we had the green light, we got the US flight tickets early on in order to secure our “dates” with the kids and to prevent any change of mind from their part. However, due to some circumstances WE had a change of mind and decided early in March to reschedule our trip and plan it for September instead of May.
However a laid back attitude from the hubby’s part led to the following situation: with only three days before we were due to start our journey as per our initial plan, he called me with the News 😳🙈:
”Either we stick to the original dates or we go for one week only in September!”
For me it’s a no-brainer…My inner Speedy Gonzales showed up and showed off her skills😉 apologized for all the RSVPed invitations and managed a marathon suitcase packing while the male version, Speedy Sam, matched the rhythm and in the blink of an eye booked us the internal flights, the hotels and a cruise in the Caribbean.
So throughout this journey, we had a daily ritual: a recurrent topic of conversation..We were stuck in a state of disbelief and happy about the way everything worked out despite our initial reluctance : if Samih thought of changing the dates earlier, if he succeeded when he tried it later, if he didn’t secure our type of accommodation on the cruise ship🚢 (the last one available),we wouldn’t have been there 😳😊 !!
Definitely, this trip was meant to be, definitely 🙏🤷♀️…