I am not flexible. Actually it is weird, as I have always been flexible in my joints and opinions but not when it comes to... planning.
I LOVE A PLAN. I LOVE TO PLAN. PLAN A. PLAN B. PLAN G...
And so today it was kinda like a life achievement. There was a plan, but just one merging A and B and G and L... Even though we were with the two kids, and we planned to spend a whole dy with them, so survive hungers, tiredness, naps, fights, whims and tantrums, I DECIDED it was going to be great.
When we woke up it was raining, but in comparison with HOW it was raining 2 hours later, the morning precipitation was just a ridiculous drizzle. And yet I packed for the beach, took swimming gear and picnic gear, beach toys, blankets, towels, wind shield. But first stop of the plan was to be a bicycle shop. They need bicycles for god's sake! Online very theoretical research's conclusion was, one needs to go to the shop and see "what fits".
And... THEN it all started!
We were circling in the vicinity of the cyclists' shop and there were no parking slots. NONE.
to be continued! or... not!