I'm on vacation with the punks this week. AND we have access to a car.
I am 100% happy that I have been living without a car for nearly the past two years. I'm not exaggerating even a tiny bit. I love the absence of car hassle in my life.
But circumstances have it that we now have a car for a few days, I thought, to go exploring of some of these gorgeous mountains I'm always gazing at from afar.
Day one: We went to McDonalds. B. A. R. F. (not sure what that stands for) But we went. Because I asked the punks where they wanted to go with the car for lunch and that's what they came up with. Of course. What did I expect? I was stupid to ask them, so I took my punishment and we went to McDonalds. Later we went to the mall (kill me now).
Day two: Determined not to make the same mistake as the day before, I proposed we head up to the mountains for a picnic. We were short on time because we had a dentist appointment in the morning and a birthday party in the afternoon, but, having a car instead of taking a bus, I figured we could pull it off. I only wasted about an hour driving in circles looking for parking (and amazingly, I got right back into my cursing the traffic and lack of parking spaces zone complete with stiff shoulders and a sore neck).
Mom and punks day's 3 and 4 come next Tuesday and Wednesday when we return from our family trip (I am NOT driving any where remotely close to Rome)... hopefully we'll explore a bit further afield and make all this car hassle worth it.