Briefly, this happened in the last two weeks.
I got up very early every morning, starting with 4:30 am on day one and slowly moving to 7:30 as of yesterday due to a curious but seriously jet lagged grandchild - my welcome gift to the grandchild's parents. We discovered early morning bird call, picked berries or tomatoes, read books on the sofa until someone produced jam on toast (not toast with jam) for us.
An exhausting day was spent in a "theme" park with life size toys, hundreds, no thousands, of overstimulated children, lousy food options but extremely well organised merchandise sections. A masterclass in consumerism. Not sure who prospered most. The grandchild when asked insisted on the fact that R got his feet wet at the pirate pond as the most memorable event.
Hotel breakfast buffets were lovingly rearranged and as usual, the strict German staff mentality gave way to lots of ooh and aah once a four year old guest explained in English that they were searching for blueberry pancake.
We met all the relatives and some more.
It rained a lot, mostly at night.
The ability to score high at memory games decreases with age.
I got a throat infection with a funny voice.
There is a mountain of sheets and towels in the laundry looking at me.
Also, about 50 library books are waiting to be returned.
Not a day went by without a moment of terror.
Now I am on a short hiatus before they all come back for more in a few weeks.