Travelling

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Feeling a bit guilty because I haven’t posted here for a considerable amount of time (and I haven’t kept up to date with the other blogs I follow either – sorry). However, excuses abound — most of them revolving, sadly, around work. This unfortunate blip in my day is a necessary evil, partly because it is funding my second excuse — our upcoming trip to Italy.

 

We’re away for five weeks — three of them during the term, followed by two weeks of school holidays.

Now that our departure date is just around the corner, excitement is starting to creep in — for three out of four of us.

Geordie is not what I’d call keen.

At all.

I quote:

I’d rather go to school than go to Italy.

This is pretty huge for a boy who hates school.

In fact, he revealed the other day he is now telling kids at school that he’s just being dragged along to Sydney with his Mum for three weeks for a “stupid dragon boating event”.

Why Sydney?

He figures it’s the least exciting of any potential destination so nobody will bother asking him about his trip when he returns to school.

I have to hand it to him — it’s a pretty good strategy for someone who hates talking about himself and answering a myriad of boring questions. Sydney is just down the road (sort of) and everyone goes there, so who would bother asking about his time away?

Except, his best friend AND his teachers all know where he is really going.

Oops! My bad.

Just about everyone is astounded when they find out he doesn’t want to go.

Who wouldn’t want to go to Italy?

It’s not Italy, per se. It could be anywhere.

It’s the unknown that’s the issue.

We’ll be staying in lots of places we’ve never been. Sleeping in beds that aren’t ours. Eating off crockery that’s not ours. There’ll be lots of people — way too many people. We don’t have a fixed daily schedule.

It’s like a never ending minefield of what-the-hell-is-going-to-happen-next-edness.

The other issue is the ‘fact’ that “Italy is just full of boring old buildings and museums.”

And then there’s the unexpected twist — in Social Studies, Year 7 have been studying ancient civilisations. Our hopes that this would inspire him in a positive way were dashed when we found out he doesn’t like his teacher. Bugger.

Finally, the ultimate insult. Not only are we making him go and making him miss his downtime at home in the holidays — we get back with a weekend to spare and then the first day back at school is his birthday.

Anyway — we’re going. We’ll modify what we do to ease some of his pain, but not all of it. He will have to deal with new experiences, and I am just living in the hope that once we get there, with new ‘early birthday present’ video camera in hand, he’ll find something to enjoy.

Before I return to my packing (and repacking), I’ll share one last gem from Geordie … I’m not sure whether to be impressed by his creativity or chastened by the reality:

I’m just like an old blanket you drag around behind you everywhere you go.

linus

 

 

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