By Sam – Without getting too gushy about Mothers’ Day I can’t help but feel I’m the luckiest mum alive. It was touch and go for a while as I damaged a disc in my neck on the last trip, but against all the odds we’re on the road again.
Although the backpack has been replaced with a shopping trolley to minimise lifting, and I’m travelling with enough painkillers to attract the attention of the custom’s dog, nothing will diminish my sense of adventure.
I’ve had a wonderful day. I’ve seen the ocean. Felt the sun on my face. Bought train tickets with a foreign currency. Marvelled at Picasso’s art (open for free this evening). Been stunned by the sheer size of the stone pillars in Malaga Cathedral. Nodded a lot as Spanish people engage me in small talk (I don’t speak a word of Spanish!). And resorted to asking Noah to find the way back to the hostel. But mostly, I’ve just smiled and laughed with the best travelling companion ever – my son.