I thought I’d warm up your Monday a little (well at least if you’re in SA!) with a throwback of sunshine and baby toes from the twin’s first travel experience. Let me start off by saying these two are incredibly privileged to have had their first flights around just 7 months. I had my first ever at 21 and A even later than that. The contrast of the privilege they’re growing up with vs our own childhood lived experiences is something we think and talk about often (but don’t yet have the answers for) and was particularly top of mind as we headed on our inaugural trip home as parents.
This trip was a biggie for us (read: were we gon’ make it survive or nah?) and while no one else knew it at the time, it was also a practise round for an upcoming long haul flight. We were equal parts relieved and grateful that Gugu was keen to come along when we presented the new of the trip – you really do need 3 pairs hands on board travelling with twins I was soon to learn. I planned it as well as I could with plenty of calls and mails ahead to the airline and AirBnB. In the end the only glitch was a mix up on the flight down with our pre booked seats (so we 3 could sit next to each other in 1 row) that didn’t materialise at the last minute because of insufficient oxygen masks. In the end, while irritating it worked out ok because a kind passenger swapped with us.
Anyway, this isn’t a “how-to-travel-with-kids” post (that’s coming, so drop your specific Q’s below if you have). I really just wanted to document our first travel experience here…
Entirely cliched but I c-a-n-n-o-t believe how tiny they are in these pic vs. today, even though its not that long ago! My babies aren’t babies anymore!
It was really a dream I never thought I’d see coming true taking our babies to Cape Town. There’s so much more we want to see and do with them in our home town as they get older (but I’m in zero hurry for them to grow up, thank you!).