Travelling was always something that we took for granted in the past. We’ve always wanted to see the world together, but put the idea aside for other things. Having Luke enter our lives gave us the perfect excuse to just stay put. But not for long.
At our last visit to the doctor, he jokingly said, “you guys should travel in the second trimester, otherwise you won’t be travelling for a long time”.
That night, we joked about the idea. Then one of us decided to Google some photos of Christmas markets in Europe. And then Emma said, almost dejectedly, “oh, I’d love to visit those places.”
“Why not?” I asked.
We looked at each other for a long while. We were used to playing such games with each other. =P We were both looking for that telltale sign that the other person was joking. We didn’t find it.
One week later, with our air tickets booked, accommodations confirmed, and rental car settled, we looked at each other again and laughed in disbelief.
Our very random vacation begins in the capital of Bavaria, takes us east to the land of the Sound of Music and the birthplace of Mozart, and then westward, passing through the Tyrolean capital of Innsbruck, towards Lucerne – one of the few cities that held firm in the Catholic faith. By God’s grace, we end our vacation with three days of introspection and reflection in Kloster St. Johann Müstair (Benedictine Convent of Saint John in Müstair) – the easternmost point of Switzerland and a UNESCO World Heritage Site – where legend has it that the monastery was built by Charlemagne (Charles the Great) after he had survived a snowstorm on his way through the Umbrail Pass.
Though we’re looking forward to our trip, we can’t bear to leave Luke behind in Singapore. It would have been perfect if we could bring him, but circumstances are such that we can’t. The thought of not being with him for a night brings a little pain to my heart.