In June my entire family will celebrate my parents’ 50th wedding anniversary with a trip to Europe.
My parents will spend six weeks in Europe, travelling from Scotland to Spain. This will be their fourth trip across the pond, and they are enthusiastic about sharing the experience. Both of them are retired, so time is not a factor.
My sisters, their husbands and my nieces and nephews will all depart with my parents. My husband and I were originally to meet the clan in London, but there was a mistake on the original itinerary so it seems our departure will be delayed a week meaning that we will miss the UK all together and instead fly directly in to Paris. The bulk of our time will be spent in France, and a few days in Switzerland where my parents have friends will round out the trip.
Because this is a trip for my parents, and not solely for myself, I know I will refrain from protesting. But I am disappointed, as British history is of specific interest to me and I looked forward to exploring the countryside in particular. Time is simply not on my side in this case. On the other hand, when I do eventually venture to the UK, the trip will include only my husband and myself; we will not be constrained by the presence of family, and can enjoy ourselves to a ridiculous degree.