About 48 hours ago, I rolled into my familiar bed knowing sleep would find me quickly.
It did. Nothing like travelling with a 3 and 6 year old to keep one awake on the plane.
The flights were pretty uneventful until we were disembarking in Kigali and Isabella decided to declare that she was about to throw up. We were already sardined in the aisle of the plane.
I dropped my purse, bent over to grab the nearest barf bag - not sure who got slammed with my backpack in their face... oops! ... and she did the whole gag reflux thing and then SPIT into the bag. I was relieved of course it wasn't throw up time but a little 'done' with the drama too. Oh well... sigh.
We got through immigration, collected our many pieces of luggage and were greeted by some of our team members, friends and most of Serge's siblings.Then it was back to our house! And the party kept coming. We sent for Fanta down at the local kiosk. Was great to see people. Guess we were missed and that is good.
Isabella and Beni were hilarious. In like 3 minutes they had scouted their room, changed into 'summer' clothes and had discovered their prized toy possessions.
After our house cleared out, it was off to bed.
Serge and I commented our first morning back about ...
- the early morning noise outside - roosters, people walking and talking on the road
- that we're back to the land of mosquitoes and ants
- and that it was good to be home after our great time in Canada.
We're on to finding the new 'normal' for 2013.
Can't wait to see what the year will bring us!