We’ve set off on what promises to be an annual vacation of sorts.
We’re in Goa with a whole bunch of other people who also are in Goa doing the same thing we are-lazing in a resort which caters to their kids’ ideas of fun viz the beach and the pool and also to their eating habits viz daal-chaawal-rotis with french fries thrown into the mix.
Sounds prosaic? Banal even. It’s not. So far. It’s a safe thing to do. Guaranteed successes and whatnot plus it’s that change from the everyday that we all long for.
That’s why am hitting the sack before 10 pm and why I’ll have to keep coming up with reasons why my kid can’t take the sheep and horse figurines from the Nativity scene on display here. Image some kid walking off with Christ’s flocks or just pinching off Baby Jesus.
Now that’d be a vacation blog worth writing.
Our trip was relatively painless. After the offspring discovered that cup noodles weren’t served on short distance flights (awww) and I discovered I saved 200 bucks because of it (yay) we settled down to some angry bird action. Just when it was going good we landed and promptly spend an extra half hour at the luggage carousel waiting for what turned out to be a bag with a busted lock (double awww).
Getting to the resort was fun. I slept. Red and offspring counted Christmas stars on the houses along the way. And on reaching here I found out that it was full of people I’d left behind aka a home away from home. So what’s not to like?
Day 2 will see the dawn of the SLR on the trip along with a walk (read run, after my kid) on the beach and some sorpotel down the gullet. Burrrp.
Watch this space for more trite, hackneyed and utterly predictable observations.