Some adventures find you. This one started with a cancelled flight.
We were SO ready. Passports? Check. Bags? Packed. Excitement? Through the roof! England was calling, family to hug, memories to make, and a very important goodbye to say to our beloved family matriarch, who had slipped away from us during the long, quiet days of the pandemic.
Then the email arrived. "Your flight to Gatwick has been cancelled."
Wuuuuttt?!
But here's the thing about Mummy Zuma, she doesn't do defeated. She does adventure. "Let's DRIVE to England!" she announced, eyes sparkling.
And just like that, the road trip began. 🐾
We set off before the sun had even rubbed the sleep from its eyes, slipping out into a sky painted in the most breath-taking shades of pink and gold. The Swiss mountains glowed behind us as we sped towards France, and I, Little Zuma, had the best seat in the house, nose pressed to the window, taking it all in.
France flew by. Then came the moment I had been waiting for, the Eurostar. We rolled our car right onto the train like absolute royalty, and 30 minutes later, thirty minutes! we burst out the other side into England. Magic. Pure magic.
Of course, I had a few essential detours to negotiate along the way.
First stop: Windsor. I had to at least try to meet the Queen. (She was busy. I understood.)
Then, Stonehenge. 🗿
Oh. My. Paws.
Standing before those ancient stones, I felt something stir deep inside me, something old and wild and wonderful. These stones have stood for thousands of years, holding the secrets of the earth, whispering stories of the people who came before us. I sat very still (which, if you know me, is quite the achievement) and just listened.
The wind. The grass. The ancient hum of the living earth.
This is what I want every child to feel. That they are part of something so much bigger, so much older, and so much more magical than anything a screen could ever show them.
The road trip added a few hours. But some detours are worth every single minute. 🌿
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