Home sweet home

By now, Christmas holiday back at home is already buried under a thick layer of dry-season African dust. I fell straight back into the Ugandan reality with hardly the time to breathe out (and in), so that I sometimes wonder whether the two and half weeks in good old central Europe weren't only a dream. Maybe now it's a good time to remind myself that they weren't, and of all the good things I got to do during the break.

I saw rests of snow (before it melted ahead of the 10°C Christmas). 

Managed to catch up with a few good friends, some of whom I haven't seen in AGES.

Baked. 

Spent time with family. 

Went for walks. 

 

Took a picture with my brother. 

ATE! A lot.

And just WAS. It was so nice to be home.