Little People, Big World has taken to the rails, in Europe. If I had never watched the show before, I would now, just to see a little bit of the amazing things there are to see there. I am pretty well assured of little chance of going myself. Every penny we have goes towards our kids, and I really wouldn't have it any other way. But when I dream, when those moments of selfishness lead me astray, I dream of Europe. I don't want to live there, I just want to visit for a season. No really, a whole season. I want to see all of the tourist things there are to see, and all of the things other people don't think of. I want to actually see everything I studied in Art History when we covered Europe. I want to try all the different foods. And I don't want to do it in a hurry. I want to linger over each experience.
But alas, not only will that never happen, but even if I were to get to go to Europe I feel assured that I would never get to linger over things. Tonight's episodes really reminded me that lingering can not be done with a child in tow- and the kid that was the problem in the episode is somewhere around 12! My son is 4- no way would he want to climb the stairs to the top of the Duomo, or consider the works of the Louvre. So I stick with watching shows of other people enjoying all that foreign travel has to offer. Me, I will just stick to dreaming and spending my money of snapshots instead of passport pictures.
Ciao!
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