We went to the Leonardo DV Science Museum in Milan as our first official not-school trip.
Too much in there for one day, we'll have to go back for a second round.
Here is a glimpse into an imperfect home educator's experience of "The World is My Classroom"
Do not get period night before big, huge, hyped trip.
Especially if have run out of tampax and reduced to wearing big, huge massive cowboy-walk-inducing mega pads until can find pharmacy in Milan several long and chaffed hours after trip begins.
Do not glower at school trip kids in museum wishing that you too could be enjoying their parents' version of said trip, i.e. peacefully at work or even better, propped up in front of TV with a cup of tea, rather than solely responsible for a small boy that resembles one of those balls bouncing everywhere in a pinball machine, who keeps asking "why are you walking funny ?" in loud voice.
Do try to attach own child to passing groups of school kids, to have breather from the constant yak/interrogation of precise working of turbines directed only at oneself.
Do hope teachers don't notice leech like quality of cowboy-esque gaited hanger on + overexcited small boy.
Do not underestimate power of real submarine to induce seismic outrage in Son of Thor when he discovers they have sold out of the entry tickets to get inside it.
Don't go in the shop unless you wish to exit over laden with things like kits to make a potato clock and such like. Which appear to be 15 sodding Euros for a couple of bits of wire, a few strips of metal and the cheapest LED clock in the universe. And a very big box.
Don't believe the first info point at Centrale Station when he tells you you should have been at another station, half a city away, 15 minutes ago, if you had really wanted to get home tonight.
Don't listen to the second info point when they send you (3/4 of a crowded kilometer away) to platform one instead of platform 23 and leave you running back to where you started in the first place, sweating like a pig, weighed down by potato clocks etc, only to find the stupid ticket validation machine won't work and Mr. JobsWorth wants to make you miss the train you have finally located, by hand validating your tickets as slowly as only a statale worker overdosed on valium can.
Do give up hope of exploiting (heavily edited) account of day's events to use for a mini newspaper project, when discover that Goldie the guinea pig, who was hiding in the belly on Kimmie the guinea pig when we bought her, has inexplicably died.
Do add tissues to TAMPAX !!!!! to the shopping list, when you are forced to resort to using the last of the toilet paper to both dry your overtired and heartbroken little boy's tears and mummify a guinea pig in readiness for tomorrow's funeral.
I read hundreds of home educators posts about their educational trips whilst I was considering making the jump to HE.
I had certain expectations as a result.
Reorganizing the contents of the freezer to make space for a corpse wasn't one of them.
Insert dark muttering along the lines of Trades Descriptions Act.