När det så är dags att ta farväl är det lika jobbigt varje år. alla är ledsna för att vi åker, samtidigt ser ju vi fram emot att komma hem igen, en splittrad känsla som ger en aning magknip. Resan hem gick bra, trots att vi först satt och väntade på att åskan i rom (där man mellanlandar) skulle lätta och att sen en nödutgång med ruschkana och allt öppnades upp när vi just kommit på plats i nästa plan i addis abeba (fick vänta en timme på att en ny installerades). När vi väl var framme kom vi minus allt baggage, men det fick gå, det dök upp nästa dag. Barnen kastade sig över pappa och hade många saker att berätta för honom.
Summer in Gotland means a lot of people (tourists, summer people, various celebrities), barbeque, beach life, and this year was no exeption. We had many days on the beach, playing in the shallow water and getting sand between our toes (and in the hair, the mouth, the coffee, the nappy, the camera…) Albin, who´s always been careful near water learnt to “dive” (crawling around with face under water and eyes open), Emil didn´t understand better than that he crawled straight out in the water til it covered his mouth! Svea who often feel more frozen preferred to hang on “mormor”. I am a bit of a chicken myself, so I didn´t take many dips in the sea…
Even this year people found it facinationg how I can be so white/pale when I live in southern Africa. And once again I tried to explain, we sit in the shade, we don´t walk around in bikini etc. It also makes me realize how little people in general knows about Zambia. They say Africa, and apparently people there starve right now. Many shops asked customers if they would like to donate to the “needy in Africa”. If one wants to donate the least they could do is to bother finding out in wich country the ” needy” are!
It easily gets a bit hectic in the summer when you want to see those relatives that has come down to the island and there is barbequs here and there. But it´s also really wonderful to get the chans to meet so many realtives and friends if only for a short meeting.
The children have really had a great time, if only intense, with my parents, siblings and close family. It becomes a different way of being together. You take care of every minute, and yes it feel to short sometimes, but i still think my children have a very close relationship with thir grandparents, aunt and uncles.
When it come to taking farewell it´s difficult every year, everybody is sad that we are leaving, at the same time we´re looking forward to coming home. A split feeling that couses stomach ache. The journy back went well, even though we had to wait for thunder to clear in Rom ( where we touch down) and a emergncy exit door with slide and all opened when we had just gotten into place on our second flight in Addis Abeba (had to wait an hour for a new one to get installed). When we finally arraved we came minus luggage, but id didn´t mather, it arraved safely the next day. The children threw them self at dad and had so many stories to tell him.