So I like to pretend that I don't have a lot of "blonde" moments. The thing is, when I do, they're no small thing.
Nathanael and I were so excited to pick up Grandpa and Grandma at the airport a week ago. We had to leave straight away from our church's end-of-year Sunday School party in order to catch the train. At the last minute, as we were on our first tram in the journey to the airport, he and I decided to go a different way than we usually do, to check out the train from the main station near our home instead of the normal one we take from a few stops away.
We've traveled enough by train here that I know how it works. I have no anxiety about what we're doing. I understand the station announcements. I know how the ticketing works. Unfortunately, I was a little too confident last Sunday. Instead of making it to the airport in 15 minutes, we ended up at this town in the Czech Republic an hour later:
Too late. The train was departing, and the next stop was an hour away.
For some reason, Nathanael thought this statue was the coolest. I have no idea what it was; this was truly a foreign country and language to me.
This is one adventure I'd rather not repeat, thank you.
Nathanael will never let me live this one down. :)
10 months ago