I think traveling is a big challenge for someone as unlucky as I am. (It’s a lot like mushrooms when I was a kid. I loved mushrooms, but I threw them up.) I persevered and won, because in the end the means or something was justified.
It sounds complicated, but travel can be stressful. Now it may be that I have returned to when my children were small. I still remember being at the very busy Dublin Airport. which one do you follow? In the end, there were only two of us.
Or another occasion where I somehow managed to land in Toulouse with a four-year-old who arrived barefoot (we brought two pairs of shoes). When a child going to school was desperate to go to the bathroom when the seatbelt sign was on due to turbulence, we actually considered putting them in their younger sibling’s diapers. Just put them in their seats.
On another lovely holiday our constantly regurgitating toddler spat into a plate of pasta. Of course, these occasions were accompanied by wailing tantrums – and that was just me.
But enough of these happy memories. The point is, there were certainly times when travel was of little value. When you were able to drink cold white wine undisturbed at night, you too fell unconscious.
I remember my mother sneakily telling me when I came home from vacation, in a worse state than when I left home, with crazy eyes. And I think: are they my choice? Stroke-inducing levels of stress, or just staying home?
But as I say, we persevered and adapted. I couldn’t get them to stay alone, so I bought a bigger car and took the ferry, just as I bought a bigger bed. We no longer had to stress about packing. I just brought everything. And although it confined us to a French trailer, with bad pizza restaurants and enigmatic half-cooked burgers (fascinated by the enduring myths of fine French cuisine), we kept fighting. , never gave up.
Eventually, they were given a list and allowed to cram themselves in. When they didn’t slam each other in the confined space of the backseat. And when I knew I might actually need to go to the bathroom before the four-hour drive.
That leads me here now. Travel, my love, and airports are like the reality TV version, albeit still a little stressful. hunger game, Well worth it again and my adult kids are a bonus now. Also the mushroom risotto and garlic mushroom toast are divine food. Some things are worth sticking with.
second opinion
Occasionally, there is talk of who Gay Byrne’s natural successor would be on his broadcasts. Ryan Tubridy is usually the obvious choice as host. The Late Late ShowRyan is definitely a very good broadcaster, but for me it has to be Joe Duffy.
Gay was the great champion of women back then, when it wasn’t a particularly popular trail, as it is now. late late After Anne Lovett’s death, he moderated and read letters from abused women, discussing contraception and showing how to wear condoms in a country that knew little of such problems, and he called for progress. RTÉ was regularly bombarded with complaints against him by conservative hegemonic powers of the time, to the extent that he felt he was not doing his job right if no one complained. continued his efforts.
Joe Duffy live linedisplayed the exact same fearless instincts on a show about menopause and transgender issues. .
