My son was supposed to go on an overnight school excursion last week, but it was postponed because of the rain. He finally went this week. The bus collected him early Thursday afternoon and took them all to Roque Faro in the north of the island. They walked downhill all the way to the lovely village of El Tablado, where they spent the night in a new hostel run by the island’s government. Then on Friday they walked and walked along the old coastal path to Santo Domingo, where the bus met them after lunch and brought them home for tea time.
The bus and hostel were free (great!) but I had to provide lots of packed food and some sheets, and of course waterproofs and boots. That meant I had to get out of bed and sort it out, flu or no flu.
As soon as the bus had gone, I collapsed back into bed. I surfaced long enough to eat the pasta my husband cooked for dinner (so much for our planned romantic evening), and slept almost through to lunchtime on Friday, when Helen and Theresa arrived.
They took one look at me, bought in lunch, fed me, cleaned the kitchen, and left me to sleep. Good friends indeed.
By the time my son got home I felt human again.
I’d given him a disposable camera, and I was looking forward to seeing shots of the magnificent scenery.
What he actually took was three landscape photos, and twenty-something shots of the boys dormitory. But the main thing was that he had a great time.
