...which is how our little soldier greeted us last Thursday as he emerged, bronzed and smiling from the coach.
His school were brilliant, as they had kept a diary and compiled photos of activities that the students undertook all the way along to bring home to parents.
Jordan swam, walked up the slopes of a volcano, made a new best friend, ate out in restaurants, haggled in markets, did indeed ride a camel and lie about on the beach. Now that's what I call a holiday!
It could be a function of his autism but he didn't miss us at all while he was there which is a good thing, I think. His father and I suffered far more from his absence. We went to Dublin for a couple of days. Time slows right down without the boy.
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