And then there was one.

With the trade in roles of Hausfrau to Hausmann comes the privilege/responsibility of summer holidays. Sunday, Manolo and the kids left for Canada in pursuit of carefree days of summer fun. I am left behind, suffering through the solitude of a quiet, mess-free existence. In all honesty the bliss of the quiet and lack of…

Inexplicable things

This week marked 2 years since we began this adventure. 2 years since we packed up our lives, to the utter shock and dismay of our family, friends and therapists; calling the collective bluff, so to speak. Surprising even ourselves. There have been countless pinch-me moments, fairly constant “wtf” moments and more character defining moments…

Lazy, hazy days of summer…sort of.

We have had a few days recently to feel as though we were on holiday, touring through the Swiss countryside like tourists do. Only we aren’t on holidays. Not yet. You see, those days we were touring Barcelona and Florence earlier this year, while you were cursing us and thinking “must be nice”, those days…