It's amazing what you can accomplish when under tremendous pressure. It looks like we'll be going on holiday afterall. A few minor details to iron out and we should be set. Planning a holiday is a good test of the strength of a marriage, like renovating your house. If you get through either of these, you and your partner are probably meant to be. If you can get beyond the decision-making and bickering, you're OK!
We seem to be getting through this - not counting my chickens before they hatch, but I haven't been dumped yet despite excessive mood swings brought on by ill-discipline (this seems to be a recurring trait I will proudly own and declare as "my personality").
That said, I have one train ride and one night of accommodation unbooked. Not bad, unless you know that this trip is happening in under three weeks.
Enough of this negative, counterproductive banter. I'm getting really excited now and the thrill of a road trip through Europe with my little family is enthralling. I'm picturing snow-capped mountains in the Alps, wine tasting in Bordeaux, freshly baked croissants in Paris, tapas in Spain and home cooked Italian dinners with my family in Italy along with freezing weather I know we're not quite prepared for.
I'm so grateful for the advise I'm getting from those who have gone before. There are little things that I would never have thought of that people are so freely offering advice on, ensuring that we're not totally lost at sea - so to speak.
So, despite the fear of driving on ice in a foreign country with three siblings in the back seat (not sure which is the more fearful experience), I'm like a kid on Christmas Eve. Expectation, trepidation and the promise of something so amazing that I'll be left squealing with delight!
16 days and counting!
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