We’ve been here for a week, after a marathon journey to our own village that took us via Athens, Chania and Rethymnon. As imagined, our house isn’t even remotely ready, although apparently today is going to be a day of action, and we may even be staying there by Monday or Tuesday.
We’re staying in a very pretty but relentlessly open plan village house at the moment where both tiny bedrooms are on mezzanines overlooking the main part of the house, which is great fun for getting the children to go to sleep at night. To make this just a little more entertaining, a friend is coming to visit us from the UK on Sunday, and I fear for his sanity…
The weather was very dramatic on our first few days (see above!) but it is now sunny and calm.
John (my husband) said that I am doing myself a disservice on this blog (already!) by being too superficial in tone, and not sharing what is actually going on inside my head. I have thought a lot over the last week about this, because this is something I struggle with, and did before when I blogged in Marrakech and Paris. I want to be entertaining though, not confessional, although perhaps there is a happy medium that I should strive for. At the same time, I don’t think I need to pour my heart out just for the sake of it, when it isn’t my blogging instinct in the first place.
One thing that *is* going on in my head today is joy at the fact that it is Honor’s fourth birthday. When we were in the depths of babydom it seemed impossible that we should ever have our lives back. There always seemed to be a child to be breastfed, changed, consoled, entertained, changed again, fed again, over and over and over. When Beatrice hit four we were thrilled at how independent she seemed to have become overnight – her feelings and responses were so much more reasonable than before and we looked at two year old Honor, still very much in toddlerhood, and saw the light at the end of the tunnel – when Honor was four (and Beatrice six) everything would be different – we’d have CHILDREN instead of babies.
This is not to say that we didn’t love our babies to distraction – their softness, their unblinking eye contact while they (or you) eat and pee, the kisses, their warm little selves and their perfection in every way, but with a four and six year old you still get all of that AND humour, conversation, and the ability to actually walk through an airport instead of being carried or pushed. They will sleep almost anywhere, and sleep ALL NIGHT (mostly).
This year we are away for 13 whole weeks between now and November, which is unbelievable. After so many years of fairly limited travel, we’re making up for it this year with long trips to the US and Crete, and shorter ones to Dublin and Lisbon during half terms in May and October. I feel incredibly liberated by this, and also lucky that working for myself allows me to travel like this. Finally I feel that anything is possible with my lovely, confident and mobile children and already we’re talking about going further afield in 2016 to really put them to the test!