We have taken our first official vacation as a family. We rode in taxis, flew in a few planes, swam in the Adriatic Sea, rode the bus 191 in Budapest, visited the Postojna caves in Slovenia, waited and waited for hand gliders on Papo’s balcony, had chocolate ice cream in Trieste and had mud fights in Lake Balaton. These are just a few of the highlights. We went big. And I mean big. I have so much to tell you.

Linus has absorbed all these experiences without a hitch. He doesn’t yet dwell on the fact that I am not sure when we will see his cousins again. He doesn’t miss our favorite bakery in Budapest or dream about the fig tree in my father’s garden. He however has become the hero in every story and the one that the world goes around for. Literarily. He is Christopher Robin. He is the boy who plants the last truffola tree seed.  And when we watch the rocket launch and the astronaut comes on screen, Linus declares “Actually, that’s me”. It is always good to be reminded that the end of one adventure is really only the end of one adventure.

I have dutifully selected some of my favorite shots of Linus during the trip. Here they are: