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Zpatky z Azor

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Teda konkretne Sao Miguelu, nejvetsiho ze souostrovi. Stravila jsem tam s detmi tyden a predem je pripravovala na to ze jde o jejich narozeninovy darek tudiz ze letos zadna party ani dalsi darky nebudou, ze je obdaruji zazitky.

Jeste to porad zpracovavaji ale myslim ze se zadarilo.

Kdo se chce o ostrovech dozvedet neco vic at si je progoogli, cesky nebo anglicky, jak je komu libo, ja na ne narazila kombinaci uplne nahody a usilovneho hledani (jak uz to tak byva), kdyz jsem resila kam o prazdninach (kdo zije jako ja v Anglii vi ze deti skolou povinne maji porad nejake prazdniny – takze ted jsme uprostred Summer Termu a meli jsme tydenni half-term break, na ktery letecke spolecnosti vzdy spolehlive vysponuji ceny nahoru, ale to hrozne odbocuju). Nakonec jsem objevila servr kam lze zadat datumy a nechat si vyjet letenky KAMKOLIV, coz bylo docela zlomovy. Ti, kdo podobne stranky znaji muzou ted preskocit odstavec. Uz me unavovalo donekonecna naslepo zkouset destinace podle souradnic na zemekouli (dobre tak google maps) a dozvidat se ze na letenky zrovna tam nemam. Bylo mi jedno KAM (dobre tak ne uplne jedno ale chapete – research si clovek muze udelat az pak ale musi nejdriv dostat ten spravny impuls).

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Road trip

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I was doing the ordinary school run and shopping trip today and stopped for a petrol at New Cross. When I was getting out of the car and reaching for the pump, I had two short memory flashbacks.

One was my first filling at this very same petrol station near Sainsburys 3 years ago. It was in the evening, I was alone, half scared and half amazed by the fact I am actually doing it by myself. After I filled the tank, screwed the top back on, closed the door and went to pay, my knees were bit wobbly. Coming out of the shop, starting up the car and putting the music on felt like a scene from a movie. I was the main star there. The feel of freedom was imminent, you could smell it, breath it, hear it, almost touch it.

The second flashback wasn’t a big jump in time. Two weeks ago, I was at the same spot, the same pump perhaps, after we just made a journey from Prague. Car boot filled up with bags and stuff, inside three sleeping bodies. Two little ones at the back and one tall, curled up at the front passenger seat.
Did I really make it there and back? It seems and feels like ages ago. Like it never happened. Like I haven’t travelled up and down the country and, indeed, Europe.

I felt suddenly strong sympathy for this old rusted piece of metal, for taking me there, for not letting me down. What an adventure! Shall we do it next year again? I bet we could!

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