Even though flying with kids sucks, being in the places we love is so worth it. San Diego and Ireland are the two places we consistently visit: since my mother’s side of the family is here and Ian’s family is in Ireland. The two places are about as different as places can be, and yet it has always been my dream to live in both of them (at once, if possible. I just need a private jet. I’m sure my writing career will eventually lead to private jets, right?)
This trip was amazing, since we had two full weeks. My mother and I braved it with the two boys, staying at my aunt’s house that she always graciously lets us use when we visit. The flight, like I mentioned before, and in my video: sucked. For one thing, the idea of it is so stressful that I always know I’m not going to sleep the night before. Because I now know that, I also can’t sleep the night before the night before because I know I won’t sleep. Et cetera…
Please let me sleeeeeeep.
So you begin the trip very tired, which is never good. And then there is everything else sucky about flying with children. They were good, compared to how I always imagine they will be. It’s just not a pleasant way to spend time with them.
But then we got there! Palm trees! Fresh fruit! 90’s dance music! (Because every night is a dance party in San Diego… until 7 pm, when I fell asleep every night, because I was still on NY time.)
Plus the zoo! We went on my mother’s birthday; it is her favorite place and even tried the SkyTrain this time. I thought Tadhg would be afraid but he is totally cool with being suspended above trees in the air. I was not as cool.
Me pretending to enjoy myself whilst keeping a death grip on Oscar. Do not even think about looking out there, Oscar. You can look at the sturdy pole that everyone seems to trust will hold tight up here.
It was hot in the middle of the day, ninety degrees-plus. We drove around in an old AMC Hornet (insert fist shake at my father) with no air conditioning in stifling San Diego traffic for a couple days and then gave up and just lounged around at home, keeping cool.
Pretty much survived on smoothies and ice cream. I figured the green stuff canceled out the pink, sugary stuff.
I had a chance to go through a lot of old photos with my grandmother and found some gems, like this one, from nursing school:
And then we had some surprise guests show up!
The men just couldn’t stay away. And yes, that is my father picking pennies OUT of the wishing fountain. Sadly, the only thing he wants money for is yet another Hornet. I just hope my children haven’t inherited the AMC gene. They flew in for a few days, with an air-conditioned rental car.
And then, home again. It’s been thundery and muggy here and I am really missing the ice cream….I mean, the oranges. Plus the evening walks and the cacti everywhere and long stories about the past. San Diego is such a special place to me: magical really. Filled with my childhood nostalgia and exciting differences for my adult self.
Totally worth 10 plus hours in transit.
Just keep bringing the milk… or the guy in front of me gets it. And by gets it, I mean eventually jumps from the plane because he cannot stand another minute of his seat being pummeled by my adorable, inexhaustible legs kicking the shit out of it.