Home, sweet home

After few days in big, strange, messy-feeling world where you do not understand most of the language at all, it is great to be back home (at 02.30am).

Anyway, after 8hours sleep I woke up in silent world, not a single voide outdoors, started the wash machine and jumped into my clothes. Then visited in the supermarket and enjoyed how I understood what people talk. Not too crowded. Not too busy. Not a single word of French.

(It must be a great language, but as I do not speak it, it feels like problematic to me.)

Visiting my dad today in the afternoon with my daughter
Dad has fever now and he is gouging a lot.

Susanna