- We didn’t go away anywhere. Last Easter, we were on holiday in Charleston. Easter 2014, we were also on holiday in Charleston. Easter 2013 – I know what you are thinking, but you aren’t right – we were in California. A pattern of Eastertime visits to the US. Now that we are here, we decided not to go anywhere and just spend our time enjoying our new neighbourhood.
- Alice learnt to cycle. I had been trying to teach her to ride a bike for years, but without any success. Then her “boyfriend” visited from North Carolina – his grandparents live over the road – and within a couple of hours she was cycling around like a maniac.
She then spent the rest of her week off wanting to cycle at every opportunity, rain or shine. Mostly shine. I was pleased, but secretly seething that my years of work were trumped by a six year-old boy.
- I went to work. I’m discovering that there don’t seem to be as many bank holidays and vacation days in the US as there were in the UK (bummer), though I did get Good Friday off. It doesn’t feel like you need a holiday so much if you still get home with several hours of sun and warmth left to enjoy. My only problem (and to be honest it’s not a major problem) is getting out of the mindset of having a beer every night, just because the sun is shining.
- We almost went to church. We made up our minds to go to Mass on Easter Sunday, and we got as far as the church. But it wasn’t just standing room only in the church – it was so full inside that there were people standing outside too.
- We went to an Easter Egg Hunt. The rain started just as we got there and within minutes we were being doused by a full-on tropical thunderstorm, so much so that we needed a change of clothing.
- I finally hauled my no-good ass out of bed to go swimming before work. And boy, was it worth it. It was dark when I started, but the pool was deserted and the sun rose as I swam.
- Alice went feral. She spent hours every day with her friends, running round the neighbourhood, swimming, cycling (see above), climbing trees over the marsh, falling down, getting up, and generally having a crazy fun time.
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