Given that I was a teenager in the 80s, I demand forgiveness for the fact that this song is stuck in my head one week before we leave. And it’s freaky how apt it is (the signs are everywhere…).
When the boys from Sweden, who called themselves Europe (see!), created The Final Countdown in 1986, little did they know that they had made me an anthem.
The lyrics says it all:
“We’re leaving together”…
“And maybe we’ll come back…who can tell” (just joking – we will come back)
“We’re leaving ground”
And the best part: “Will things ever be the same again?” (The one thing I know beyond any doubt is that having drunk deeply from the chalice of freedom and adventure, things will certainly not be the same again.)
After the first chorus, the guys reveal that they’re heading for Venus. Not quite our itinerary, but I’m more than happy to be going to Venice (among many other places) and, as of yesterday, Treviso. The latter thanks to a 3-day gap in our planning that managed to hide itself from the travel agent, the travelers and the Schengen visa officials. But what a happy oversight it’s turned out to be. Treviso sounds “delightful” (as my husband the engineer exclaimed at least 4 times last night) and instead of a brief 2-day stop-over in Venice only, we now get to spend 5 days in the north of Italy (and drink copious quantities of prosecco – Treviso’s big claim to fame).
Before we get to the vineyards of Italy, however, some admin remains to be done here in Joburg (or, in Final Countdown speak: the “ground” we’ll be leaving)
About half the furniture went into storage last weekend; the rest is scheduled to go this Saturday. The kitchen is packed up to the extent that our dinner guest tonight has to bring her own wineglass. Wednesday and Thursday there’s a last business trip to Nelspruit (happily, it will also be a road trip with one of my favourite people in the world), and Friday an interview for an article that needs writing. Sunday we celebrate my lovely sister’s birthday and get to say our first goodbyes. Then there is the final houseclean on Monday, nails and hair on Tuesday, and in between more goodbyes.
And then, no doubt, it will all of a sudden be 23:00 on Tuesday evening and we’ll look at each other as we fasten our seat belts on the plane, and the final final countdown will start.
And now you can listen: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TcJ-wNmazHQ