Ship to Barcelona Airport. Packed flight to Frankfurt. The kindness of husband and son who met us at the airport and helped haul suitcases and backpacks not just to the car but all the way into the house once we were home.
Originally the Eldest and I had been planning on our cruise starting this weekend (and we might have been caught in even more school holidays than we were) but realized that
was an event that we didn’t want to miss. Well – I hadn’t been before, the Mole hadn’t been and the DH? well – if it has anything to do with Fantasy, SciFi or costumes you can be assured that he would have given it a wide berth given any choice at all.
So it seemed like just the thing to do.
Some got a bit dressed up
while the range of costumes at the ball was amazing. with large numbers on the dance floor at any one time
Not just vampires, but zombies, wizards, witches....
(cheap camera, limited light
with five different bands in three halls to entertain. The old man and I left about midnight with the Mole whose hand was starting to bother him (sorry I don’t have a picture of them in their tuxes) and left the Eldest to dance quite late.
ah. to be young
