It’s officially spring, although the weather everywhere I look seems not to have gotten the memo. The garden is popping up some spring-y looking surprises, but England generally doesn’t feel really like spring until at least late May, so it’s not quite time to put away the scarves and heavy coats yet. (Matt got overly optimistic yesterday though and, fooled by the sunshine, wore his spring coat to watch Gabe’s soccer match. He regretted every single minute of that decision.)
We’re finishing up our second-to-last term of school here, with one more week to go until Easter break (which lasts 3.5 weeks!). Then we’ve got one last crazy, full term of school to go until we move back to the U.S.
It’s going to fly by.
We’ve got four (!) more trips planned before we head back across the pond. Plus this last term of school is always the busiest with sports, school plays, awards days, sports days, and other end-of-year activities. Looking at the calendar with Matt the other night, we realized we only have a few weekends left with no plans. It’s insane.
We’re going to Barcelona next week. Venice for a long weekend in April. Bruges and Amsterdam at the end of May. And Athens for five days when school gets out in July.
Then we’re flying home.
The Grand Adventure is coming to an end. A new one is beginning, I know, but man this chapter of our lives was exceptional.
Until we get on that plane though, we’re eeking out all the England we can. Spring means cricket matches, school play practices, late sunsets and fire pits on the patio instead of in the living room, Easter break, flowers in the garden, and slightly warmer rain. It means bright yellow and green farm fields and baby lambs on every hillside. The Queen’s birthday and a Royal Wedding this year!
Long may it last.