I'm trying to ignore my ENORMOUS frustration at the fact that the internet works JUST FINE for silly blogging, but won't let me send the countless work e-mails that I've spend the last hour writing on my phone. There is a CONSPIRACY, I tell you.
It never really occurred to me that it might not be sunny. I knew it would be cold at night - we're well prepared (we actually had to buy William a new coat last week, as he just hasn't needed them in Houston - ah, well, it will come in handy again when we head back to the UK in June...). But I'd thought we'd have glorious sun and radiant colours during the day. So, try as I might, I'm disappointed that today was a palate of greys. Impressive greys, yes, but not what I'd planned. Turns out even I can't control everything. Though if it's everything apart from the weather and someone else's WiFi network, I guess I should stick.
This place is wonderful. Mike hates it (in a good way, I assure myself), but we'll be back. The boys have made us promise we'll trek to the bottom one day - I randomly suggested that I'll let them do it when they're 10 and 12. I will now spend the next four years in cardio-vascular training.
Actually, with Mike's proclivities taken into account as well, I think we'll raft in along the river. And it will be sunny. And there'll be 3G coverage by then. Perfect.
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