Ok, this is to not explicitely write: ‘after a shitty day, there comes awesomeness again’.
A detail I intentionally omitted yesterday to save my mom from a certain heart attack was that Alex spitted some blood. That was minutes before the realization of the flying window. We called the doctors in NL, chatted, analyzed the situation, we sent photos etc. The conclusion was it might have come from coughing, no issue, we should not be alarmed and keep monitoring. It ended up being…tadaaa..a tooth.
The little fat happy man has an emerging tooth (you see its top on the bottom left). We were so unbelievably proud to capture his first tooth yesterday, you cannot possibly understand how proud we were today capturing his second one.
As if this whole shitness was not enough yesterday, we decided to spend the night for the first time in a so called camperplaats. This is a parking space for campers where electricity is provided. No more. Oh my God. How can people possibly pay to stay there. I would demand to get paid instead. Picture this: steel, cement, next to the road. Thousands of mosquitos and heat. Suicidal, really.
The good thing if you had such a crappy day is that it can only get better after that. And it did. Today we arrived at an unbelievable camping, in Chianti, Italy. Wow. How can these places not be packed with tourists and how lucky we are to find them. The camping is in layers with trees overlooking winefields and the village is old, elevated, with amazing views on the valley and incredible people. Wow.
I hope that the rule of ‘crappy days are followed by good days’ doesn’t work reversely. Because now that Alex is back in his bed and happy and we are sitting outside with gin tonic (proost Hannah and Daan) we are in a serious vacation mode and we don’t want to compromise this a bit!
PS: Today I was putting Alex to bed and Martijn was laughing uncontrollably outside together with Gioia. Not sure what kind of jokes made them both laugh so loud, but we are supposed to be a bit quiet when putting kids to bed. Martijn entered the camper at least twice to grab smth from the fridge. I did not make the ‘sssssshhhh’ remark. The third time he comes to the fridge I made a remark and Martijn said giggling: ‘Sorry, I forgot the lemon for the gin tonic, it was an emergency’. Vacaaaaation, tadaaaaaa!