That’s always the hardest bit.
Well, that and the coming home at the end. That can be pretty hard.
And the long haul flights with the kids. They aren’t usually a peck of fun either. And getting hire cars in France – that always seems particularly hard for some reason. Good thing we aren’t going there this time I guess. And finding foods that the kids will eat. And figuring out how to pay tolls on unfamiliar road systems. And deciding which one is yoghurt and which one is sour cream. That’s caught us out before.
So I guess there are a few hard bits. But the waiting is definitely hardest, I’m comfortable with that.
