Originally Posted by Delancey
OP made me laugh. I guess this is what is called helicopter parenting these days?
When I was 15 I travelled from Belgium (where I grew up) to Brittany to go sailing with the French Les Glenans sailing school
. That involved a train trip that took a whole day, needed me to change stations in Paris, a city I'd never been before, where they had a different currency, and spoke a language I only knew from school
. And I didn't even have a train ticket all the way, as our local station hadn't been able to organise one. I made it to my destination
(Paimpol) without much problems anyway.
I had a great time. Sailed on a 9m Herbulot designed plywood
centreboarder, without engine
, electricity, or even winches. Learned things I still apply today.
So my parents send me off, and two weeks later I was back, with a lot of stories and nice collection of French swear words.
Apart form a post card they hadn't heard a peep from me. That was normal then...