Back home - or stranger in a strange land?

Heading home with the kids! The usual hectic to finish everything just before we go... but I manage to pack everything just a minute before the special hire hoots outside the gate. Reaching the airport around midnight with two kids who are just as excited as they are tired. After dinner at 2 a.m. they "only" watch for an hour until my two sweet ones finally close their eyes... just to be woken up only five hours later :-/

But they are just great! No whining, lamenting or fighting, even after changing at Amsterdam and reaching our final destination at 11 a.m. - really great kids.

Then, one of the first things we see: a big, yellow "M". What's cool? Nope, it's not only the weather...

But the weather is definitively also cool - even very cool. Even down to -8°C. What a killer! The kids are excited, Leona still recalls all the details regarding how to deal with snow and cold weather...

...for Adrian it seems to be a bit more difficult to adapt. A cap and a warm jacket should do, shouldn't they? Well, maybe not. He was back inside in less than 5 minutes ;-)

Last night I asked the kids what they liked most in their first week back home and both of them said: IT SNOWED! ...with a beaming smile on their face.

And for everyone else? Everybody is curious about life in the "wilderness" and it is certainly not me telling all the stories.


However, I have to apologise to my African friends... I had always trivialised their stories when they told me how they were freezing and their skin was aching when visiting Europe during winter. Ridiculous, I thought. But boy! How my skin is aching! And I haven't even been skiing in the sun! Just walking through town a bit. My feet are cold, my lips are dried up, and my skin is itching and peeling. Good heavens, how much European is still left in me?