Today started pretty early. By 5:50 I was on the top deck, watching the sunrise and smoking a Cuban cigar. Don’t get me wrong, I probably looked a little bit like a dick. A cigar really doesn’t suit me. But it’s on my bucket list to smoke one, and doing it in that setting seemed like as good a place as any.
And just like that we’re back on the ship. It was a bit of a rushed way to experience a city, and when your main outlook is to aimlessly wander around, you really are leaving it to chance as to whether it was all worth it. But that’s how we do things.
It’s been a day of firsts for Isabelle. For a start, we’re currently somewhere between North Shields and Amsterdam on a big boat in a very small room. They’ve even managed to provide you with the ability to sit on the toilet whilst showering. Not quite what I’m after when looking for somewhere to stay, but hey, we all have our preferences.
Very rarely do plans and expectations meet up with reality when you have a baby.
I learned that pretty quickly the first time we ever took Isabelle to an aquarium. She slept the entire way round. Today we almost had a similar experience.
When it comes to travelling, I don’t really like too much planning.
It finally happened. Last night was the first time I actually felt like a dad.
It was a pretty rough night, at least by Isabelle’s standard. No matter what we did, she would not settle. She wanted to put everything in her mouth, refused to go on her back or side for a feed, and whenever we tried she would let out a scream.
It’s a daunting prospect. Taking a 4 month old baby on a 6 day, 700 mile round trip across the UK with a ferry to Amsterdam in between. It’s something that not many people would even consider. But taking Isabelle away is something that all three of us have loved so far, so why not extend it a little further and see places we haven’t even been to ourselves.