So tomorrow we’re off to Cuba for a week.
The Leaver’s mother booked this trip to Cuba for us a week before the Leaver gave me the news and decided that that was, proverbially, that.
So now we do another thing we enjoyed and were good at — travelling.
Except quite a different kind of travelling than what we were used to. This is the first time we’ve done the resort thing as a family. All inclusive, haute bourgeois the whole nine yards. We tended to do motels and camping and slouching through the Balkans in borrowed cars.
So we have to do this thing for the sake of the kids and ourselves. I mean it will be nice to get away and not be working and forced to relax, take a break. Neither the Leaver nor her mom swim really so I’ll be looking out for the kids, doing the physical stuff.
What I’ve learned over the past few weeks of living in these new circumstances is that we shouldn’t talk about the past and alcohol is not that bad for self-medication for us. We tend to be a lot nicer to each other. — but if the quantity imbibed tips into hangover territory than that’s not good particularly for the Leaver.
But this trip, like so many events this summer, has take on so much significance because of their finality and, in hindsight, singularity. More than just the fact of getting through it and how to do that.
I’m Russian and nostalgia is a genetic disease; we get nostalgic over the past 15 minutes. (“oh what a quarter hour that was…. we’ll dream that some day we shall experience minutes with the richness of those 15 but of course we know, their like we shan’t every experience again…”). So its unavoidable that the thought of the irrepeatability of these events has taken hold of me.
This will be the last great adventure we will probably ever take as a family. We can enjoy it for what it is just like we did for the party. It will be difficult even if we don’t have the scrutiny of so many people. But we will have a far more intimidating assessors — our kids.
So the self-medicating medecine is limitless, the sand is pristine, there is plenty of room. We have our orders — have a good time. Hopefully my wife and I will rise to the occasion, not descend into our swamp of cramp, be productive and deal with a few issues constructively of how we’re going to handle the next few weeks and not screw things up for ourselves and our children and have one final adventure as a family.