Car Sick

Sofia

 

Yesterday we decided to take a drive and explore the local area, heading in the opposite direction that we normally take from Villa Trotta. The road wound around the Cilento National Park, through quiet mountain villages where even the local cafes where closed. The views were amazing and we stopped to capture the vista, local churches and passing scenery regularly.

 

Unfortunately, you didn't enjoy the trip as much. By the time we had descended the mountain and reached the sea side you'd been car sick on five occasions. So often in fact that you'd ruined all of your clothes and we had nothing for you to wear but your swimming bottoms and a hoodie. After an unsuccessful stop at a village shop to see if they had anything for your to wear I decided that you could travel in just your swimming bottoms to avoid vomiting down the front of your hoodie.

 

As the seaside we found a shop that sold swimming gear and accessories. Daddy bought an overpriced shirt in a size 8 that fit you like a dress and a pair of princess thongs after your repeated requests to buy some clothes.

 

We had a swim and some time in the sun, skipping lunch and ignoring your request for a drink before winding along the coast road to go home. With your tummy empty you vomited just two more times, holding earnestly onto the princess bucket that Nonna gave you as part of a beach play kit.

 

I know you'll grow out of the car sickness, but in the meantime it's awful watching your pallor change and you whisper from your seat that you need the bucket.