Travel, Arrival and Jetlag

What jetlag can look like...

Daniella and Nike

Elina and Anja at the store

It was brutal trip as usual. I never truly remember how awful they are until I am on that long flight, sort of like childbirth, I guess. I completely suppress the bad part. By the third flight I am always exhausted, because traveling with kids means zero sleep. On the third flight from Munich to Gothenburg I felt myself dozing off with my mouth open. Cute.

And the jetlag. I go to bed late, 10 pm or so, to maximize tha chance of being asleep during the NIGHT, but inevitably wake up around 1 or 2 am because my body thinks it's taking a nap, then I stay awake at least 3 to 5 hours. Same for the kids. At least the first 4 days.

But everything else is fabulous. My parents, the rest of my family, my friends, even the shock of going from 70 F (18 C) to snow and frozen lakes (at this time of year). The food, the candy, the TV shows, the stores, the sights - ah! So familiar, yet new again. And never any allergies, like in Oklahoma.

Here are a few pictures. Yours truly has stayed mainly behind the samera because of my 'delicate' state. (Or can it be called delicate when one has already gained nearly 40 lbs at 25 weeks?)

Elina, Nike and Ebba
Ebba, Anja and Elina
Ever patient Morfar, getting his hand bandaged

Soup at Oldemor's place