And he came too

At the airport

One of the treasures of being immersed in travel and all that goes with it is going by train to watch the planes land and take off, and dreaming. Seeing my son in awe of these majestic ships of the sky on route to faraway places, and his twinkling eyes watching their every movement is a joy to behold. He already loves engines and motors, and wants to know how things work, however, that’s the beauty ‘of getting there’, but what about the destination.

When I talk to people I am always surprised and sometimes saddened that people think you have to travel thousands of miles or kilometres to reach the destination, they don’t realise that all destinations are at our doorstep. Life is always about finding yourself and your passions.

My son and I enjoy ‘getting there’, as we enjoy all modes of transport. What we find or do when we are there will change with time. He is potty trained and now, even though he wears a nappy when we travel, he will demand we go home so he can go to the restroom, so we have to limit ourselves to a couple of hours out or he will complain, and rightfully so.