Christmas at the tropics has always been one of our old unrealized dreams.
A couple of weeks ago I came back home saying: “Hey, I may need to be in Bangkok the week before Christmas. Why don’t you join me there with the kids, and we spend our Christmas on a secluded island in Thailand?”
Yesterday we had our first trip in four by plane: a two hour flight from Rome to Paris.
At the end of which our idea of spending our Christmas leaves in Thailand has been abandoned forever…