About once every 6 months, my brother in law rings us and says "I'm going to be in a country near yours this weekend/next week/tomorrow. Just wanted to let you know."
And then we make every possible arrangement to meet him in that country. Because he never has the decency to ring and say "I'm gonna be in Warsaw." That'd just be too easy.
We love you, D;). Even though you don't read my blog.
Anyway, this time he rang and said, "I'm gonna be in Prague." And we said, "Oh, it's Lent."
And then we went anyway. The cheapest route possible. 2nd class night train to Prague on Thursday and then 2nd class night train to Warsaw on Friday. No sleeping in a comfortable hotel. No need for that.
We can rough it.
Dylan and the boys can rough it. I'm pretty, um...rough, if I have to rough it.