Ever have an overwhelming feeling that you need to jump on a plane and go somewhere? Well that happens to us pretty regularly and more often than not we end up spending hours online looking up an amazing trip only to realize that there is something preventing us from going. Well that cycle repeats and repeats until finally – like magic — we actually book something and find a way to make it work.
This time the constraints were our children. Well, not in the way that you think. We’re happy traveling with our twins – in fact they are super baby travelers (14 flights and counting!), so that doesn’t scare us at all. What we wanted out of this trip though was a trip without kids. There I said it. An adults only vacation without the twins where we pretend at least for a few minutes that we can be wildly impulsive and go to Barcelona… for a long weekend.
And so we booked. We just did it, recklessly without looking back. Ok, so we did confirm the availability of some pretty amazing babysitters (err… Grandparents) for the weekend, but then we quickly pressed purchase. We looked at the incredible amount of frequent flier miles we’ve amassed in the last two years and decided that there is no time like the present.
But then there are those constraints to consider – the fact that my heart basically stopped when I realized we would be without our little munchkins for four days. Yikes. Four glorious and terrifying days. Flooded with excitement and yet already, months away from the flight, trepidation at being away from our girls for SO LONG. I tried to wrap my head around it. Because as a parent, a weekend can feel like an eternity. That’s the paradox of parenthood.
So yea, we’re going to Barcelona for four days.
We’re just in love with our constraints.