And so the latest virus news this week heralded the demise of our final two possible weeks away this year.
We are now officially '7 for 7' – we had 7 trips overseas booked, to make this year a whole lot better than H's big treatment year last year, and we have now struck out on each and every single one of them. POOOOOOO!!!!
So its been bye bye to:
Seville in April, and a trip to meet the jamon pigs
Peru in May, and finally – finally – getting to see Machu Picchu
Vegas and the canyons in early June, the annual girls' trip to the US
Holland in June, a chance to practice my Dutch on an Aces hockey tour
Moldova in August, getting a new country on the magic list
And now the final chess pieces have fallen, so it's also so long, farewell and adieu to:
Ile d'Oloron's markets, beaches & seafood
and last but not least
Southern Portugal – a great looking house with a pool, that we can now only dream of…
Our change of plans for September now means that we are swapping the delights of a pretty French island for… drum roll…
A week in Tenby! God help me… please, please let it just be good weather at least.
And Portugal ….. for a week in Croyde in Devon. Again, if the weather's nice we'll have a great week, and if not, vastly excessive pasties and cream teas will be devoured to make up for it.
Hey ho, who needs a foreign holiday anyway?…
Here's to making the best of less than perfect times, and to still hanging out with the people that make those trips amazing. Margarita anyone?? x