I was a little nervous about flying to Tasmania, so what better way to 'cure' me completely of my fear of flying than spending a day in an airport, hopping on and off planes but never actually going anywhere?
We arrived at our destination over 12 hours after wheels up from our starting point. Particularly frustrating as a direct flight to Hobart would only take an hour and ten minutes... After a long day in an airport with two little ones, I had never been so keen to get on a plane and feel that familiar but once dreaded force of the plane leaving the tarmac.
The delay was worth it of course, Hobart never disappoints. It was a real pleasure to explore the city on foot, and once again it felt like I was 'home'. Shed a happy tear here and there. Sunset and sunrise were spectacular. Why don't I live there again?
Our girls travel beautifully, but after three trips this year that involve flights (a stress in itself which requires us to be super organised) I am looking forward to being home for a while. This week we traveled to see the incredible musical production of The Lion King (our second time, first time for the little ones. The Bean was enthralled from start to finish, much more engaged thatn I had hoped) and suddenly car trips seem like a good thing to do! You don't have to carry every single little thing you may possibly need or think you need for an unknown time period of between one and fourteen hours, for a start...
*****
A beautiful baby boy made his dramatic entrance to the world, a longed for little brother for The Bean's bestie. Welcome little man, you are so loved xo
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