Wednesday, 11 January 2012
''Yes, mum, I have my toothbrush!''
Funny how things turn out. When I was 18, I volunteered on a kibbutz in Jerusalem, an experience which kickstarted a love of travel, of airports, of new places......of Israel. I survived, my son survives, yet I still find myself reminding him to check his belongings, his passport, his toothbrush. I worry he'll fall asleep in transit, lose his way in strange airports, miss connecting flights......the list is endless!!! But, most of all, I am very proud of him.