After getting to the train station, VERY early, and dropping off the girls I waited for my train. While waiting I drank way too much coffee, had a random conversation about my backpack with a stranger, that ended up being a new friend, and found my train.
I knew coming back to the family would be sweet, but seeing the kids again and watching their faces light up when they saw me was an indescribable feeling. I didn’t realize how much I missed them until I hugged them both.
With the week before being a rather exhausting trip, I thankfully caught up on sleep the first few days after I arrived.
The kids couldn’t let it be too much of a relaxing welcome though, with flying kites through the fields and endless games of “hide and seek”, which is actually just me chasing them and tickling them after I find them.
The best part of this week was going to a restaurant called “the Wild West”, a replica of Texas Roadhouse minus the peanuts, and questionable decorations of what the west really looks like. Surprisingly the food was not far off from my typical American cuisine, but still not the same. I didn’t come here for American food though and have eaten my way through pasta, bread, and cheese this week.
It feels good to be back.
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