Where are you coming from? Do you live in Ireland? What are you doing here? Wait! Does the baby have a Finnish passport? So where do you really live? Norway? But aren’t you Finnish?
All straightforward enough questions, but at 6am after 4am start from Dublin, I was somewhat lost for words at the Bristol Airport. My husband must have managed to explain something coherent enough for us to be allowed inside the boarders of the United Kingdom.
It has only been little over six months since I last set my foot in Devon in the southwest corner of England, but something had changed, at the border anyway. With no offence to the eager American border control crews across the pond, I felt as if we were entering the States. With the exception of the border control crew here consisting of two elderly ladies.
Other than the slight difficulties with entering the country, it has been ever so lovely, as any West Country person would say. The two weeks have slipped by almost without noticing, leaving a trail of photographs taken at various locations, memories of cakes consumed at coffee shops across the county and good times had with friends and family. I’ve also come to realise, the great thing with living in Norway is that when you go anywhere, I mean anywhere abroad, everything and anything seems relatively cheap. Or I seem to be relatively wealthy. Unfortunately that feeling doesn’t last too long.
But back to the past two weeks. I learned where pumpkins come from at the Darts Farm. Shame to admit it, I had never before seen a pumpkin field. It was about the time, I suppose.
And I spent a day at Butlin’s, an iconic (so I hear?) British family resort while waiting for my friends to do their respective 100 km and 100 mile bike races. I was very excited about my first resort experience and in my mind I saw us coming back for family holidays next year, with walks on the beach and all kinds of exciting activities for the little one. Well. It was an interesting day but for all the wrong reasons and I ain’t coming back. The weather for sure was against our Butlin’s experience but this just wasn’t my cup of tea. Slot machines, fast food restaurants and artificial activities, all for extra cost.
It wasn’t a bad day out though. For me and the baby, it was a day of birds at Butlin’s. My little one is in love with birds, in any shape or form they come in.
Most importantly though our little one turned one year old. I’m not sure where the year went. At times I still look at our baby in wonderment trying to figure out where did she really come from? Where is the little bundle we just took home from the hospital?
My husband though, he’s not spending time wondering such matters. Instead, just last night he looked at our sleeping beauty in awe and announced how “she looks so happy having us as parents”. Well, I hope so. She didn’t have much choice now did she!
At the moment we are almost back home in Norway, feeling relatively poorer again, but super happy to be spending some time at home after a month on the road. I hear the ski resorts welcomed their first guests of the season this past weekend and I can’t wait to dust off my snowboard and hit the slopes!