This Iranian tourist insisted on a picture with Ella and myself, while I then wanted one with her, too. She was very hesitant to sit down, because under my feet lays Castor! However the whole family was charming.
Grandmother Janet has been knitting Sami Scarecrow from scratch, and despite the colder climate he comes from, Ella obviously decided that he likes to be covered for an afternoon nap in the Indian Ocean breeze!
It did not take Ella long to find out that when she squeezes the rubber egg a little chicken comes out squeking! And then as all other things, it has to be done at least a hundred times, or until Mama takes the bloody egg away again!
Mama is trying hard to carry Ella the African way, but for the time being Lucy is still a lot better at it! It is called "kubeba" and the way the African continent all over people live their first years of life: carried on mother's backs!
There could hardly be something more important than the simple pleasure to have a cup of coffee early morning overlooking the Indian Ocean - with little Ella in the cloth.
They say it is biological that babies look like their fathers, and everybody addresses Ella like little lady Andrew. However when she falls asleep on her belly, she truly is Mama.
Godmother Anet with Tim has been visiting mid December, doing a pilgrimage back to good old riding grounds, and looking forward to head out into the Jura wilderness with at least four horses!
Gotte Anet mit Tim hat uns Mitte Dezember besucht, auf einer Pilgerreise in alte Reitgruende. Beide koennen wir es kaum erwarten, bald vier Pferde zu satteln!
After five wonderful months in Switzerland, which brought us from three to four, and a new home in the Jura mountains we celebrated Nonna's birthday and our farewell in Tamerlan, our loft in an old watch factory, that we have acquired in late November 2007. It is a wonderful place to cook for great parties, head out into nature, and then warm up in the sauna again!
I have been writing short stories since living away from my home country Switzerland. Living abroad is the encounter of the difference, seeking to understand it, appreciating it. Travelling is searching for the moments, the people, the landscapes. Writing it down is trying to save the moments for longer. The stories you want to tell your grandchildren when you will be old.
The pleasure of traveling – moving – is most often found in the smallest of details. The big splashes are always remembered. But it is the collection of smaller, more intimate moments that often define the memory of a trip!
Enjoy!