Watch out Mountain folk.... we are coming back!
Well yes....I can't believe it myself that nine months are almost over, which also means that this is the end of 'My journey back home' blog. (sniff)
I was thinking what I should write for this last blog and as always the words are not coming easy to me.
Writing was never one of my strengths and probably never will be, but I tried to include strong images to supported the story as well.
I hope you all enjoyed reading my blog because I certainly liked sharing all my adventures with you.
So, for this last entry I decided to summarise all my experiences in a nut shell including all the highlights and lowlights.
But one thing is for sure....I will miss Germany heaps.
-my dear friends and family
-being able to visit Paris for a weekend (or any other great city in Europe)
-the diversity of cultural activities on offer
-the amazing bread
-our lovely neighbours
-riding my bike every day
-going to dance parties once a month
-the health food store across the road
-all those protesters who are fighting for women's rights, immigration rights and much more every week
-dropping off the kids to my parents for a whole weekend
-bushwalking in the Alps
-writing my blog to all you lovelies
-all the grumpy old men out on the streets, who think they have to tell me how to look after my children
-living in the inner city
-the cold winter with a horrible grey sky for weeks on end
-heating with coal
-getting up early to bring the kids to an eight o'clock school start
-picking up the kids from school at 12pm (can't get anything done)
-guys spitting on the street right next to you
-people looking funny into my camera, like in the previous image ;-)
I never thought that vitamin D deficiency can have such a strong effect on my mood and motivation. I haven't seen the sun for three weeks and I am finding it hard to fulfil my daily activities. No wonder the Germans thought Carnival was a good idea to bring a bit of fun into a rather grey winter, by dressing up in silly clothes, drinking alcohol and party for five days non stop. Even the boys ski instructors where dressed up as a dog, bear or clown. I have to admit, it did brighten up the grey days and even brought a smile on my face.
On another note: We did have an awesome ski trip to the Bavarian Alps with loads of snow, sun and great skiing conditions. The boys had lessons and learned how to get down a hill safely. I on the other hand took a while to get back into skiing after 20 years. On the second day I felt confident to go up to the top to do a black run, which is the hardest steepest run, to only realise that I wasn't ready for that at all. The only problem is, once you start going down there is not way back up.
If it happens that some of you guys will bump into one of us in Katoomba, make sure you wear sunglasses. We are as white as sheets and will reflect any light that hits us. Three months of winter with barley any sun did have quite a strong effect on our appearance. Apologies!
Love you all and can't wait to catch up soon.