It's been raining for three days and the boys were all delirious from cabin fever. When they have cabin fever, you don't want to be in the same cabin as them, trust me. I thought I was going to explode from exposure to all that energy in the house. Today, the sun peeked out a bit and despite the still chilly winds, we dashed to Bobbin Head park.
After the sand pit, playground, bbq lunch, attempt at kite flying, football, rugby, frisbee and hide and seek games (all under two hours!) and just before we make it a day, we went for a few 'mini' hiking expeditions - climbing a bit up hills, around bays and over rocky shores. The boys loved it and kept pleading that we go on more trails or 'adventures' as they called it. It was rather cute watching them behave as though they were the first folks to step through the paths and were discovering new land (I think it's a city boy syndrome - no concrete pathway equals unexplored territory!). There was a rather flattish trail that we started on in Apple Tree Bay, but made a U-turn because it was getting late. To paraphrase Arnold Schwarzenegger, "We'll be baak."
As we made the turn back, we bumped into a dad with three boys fishing. And the exchange reminded me of the thing that transcends culture, and race and religion. You don't need the right cultural context to understand a joke or a sentiment, as long as you speak from your heart. You can be halfway around the world from someone yet know exactly what they mean as if the words came from your very mouth. I speak of the universal language of parents.
"Catch anything?" asks Hubs as we saunter past them.
"Nah," says the dad. "It's just been raining for three days and I had to get them out. What a nightmare."
At which point we chorus our agreements, and roll our eyes up in a "I so know what you mean...."