It is easy to say that our lives revolve around Miguel. Everything we do has him in careful consideration. Will Kuya be OK with the change? How will he react? How will he cope with the noise/travel/new home/new school/etc? These are the barrage of questions we always ask in every step we take.
Road trips relax(es) Migo the most. The car movement is consistent and mesmerising. There are no surprises and no crowds such as in airports or in cruise liners. The farthest we have driven straight was probably the Sydney to Brisbane route. That is about 10-12 hours drive.
Migo never ever dozes off in road trips. Gabo, on the other hand, is asleep within minutes of his back touching the leather seat. Gab is often in and out of slumber. Whereas Kuya is awake as a meerkat. Migo’s latest aliw {entertainment} is to read every single speed limit sign and all other roadside signs for that matter. So for 4 hours going to Barrington Tops, all I hear apart from the music CD is this… “Sixty kilometers, eighty kilometers, 100 kilometers….” Migo is reading “90km/hr”.