It was 3 on a Friday afternoon.
I had just completed my Adgitize and Entrecard clicks.
It was time to pick up the children from the Airport; they were returning home for their holidays.
I filled up the petrol tank and had the tyres pressure checked and balanced.
Then we had a last minute hunch and thought and were ready to start our journey.
The morning session had been rather relaxing, since I had less teaching periods and shorter teaching hours because of the fasting month. Nonetheless, teaching is always a sacred and noble profession, and so I continued to occupy my time with productive tasks and activities.
Feeling rather tired, I shrugged my shoulders, rolled my eyes, stroked and patted my neck a little, took deep and long breaths, and tried to push away the burden of the day as the journey continued. With the music and conversation on, a little laughter and humor now and then, and enjoying the beautiful scenery along the way, the day seemed to look fresh and pretty again. Family gathering and anticipation can always be a good cure for work pressure.
The journey was really smooth and relaxing, but I was filled with apprehension. I had the radiator cleaned and the thermostat replaced after an overheated engine a few days ago. But my heart still throbbed like never before and my eyes kept monitoring the water meter while driving. It was half an hour later that my body, mind, and heart could settle down.
We arrived an hour before the flight arrived. We had 2 KFC dinner plate sets and enjoyed watching people. The journey was a venture and a success, and the self-treat well deserved. We laughed and smiled and had a good time. Deep inside, we thanked God for answering our prayer.
The reunion was a sweet and joyous moment. Then we were ready for our way home. The radiator was still full to the top, we smiled peacefully.
The journey home was smooth though the dusk was deepening. We arrived home after 7 p.m. and continued our happy time.
It was a day of journey, discovery, and adventure; a journey of learning and appreciating; a journey of patience and humble discovery. Thank God for the experience that I will try not to forget.