Ola malta!
No, not hello, Malta.
It means Hi guys! in Portuguese, but it's kind of cool in a way that "hi guys" never will be. Great holiday so far: Oceanarium (third visit, just as good, both boys loved it, will definitely go again), park (lots of, but with a great tower slide that J loves and P and S do together to mutual delight), zoo (today, lots of growling with the tigers, hooting at the monkeys and J awestruck by the dolphin display), lounging (family, friends, food, drink, all the usuals), late nights (Lisbon-ers, or little lettuces as they are rather sweetly known here, love late nights), bacalhau, and those fantastic little custard puff-pastry tarts.
What´s not to love?
Labels: holidays, Joaquim, Sebastian
Reasons to be cheerful
Just in case you were worried, the boys are much better, thanks, Sebastian is sleeping very well, my breasts, although a shadow of their former glory, no longer hurt, I have managed to do more in the last week than in the previous month at work, the house is looking better and better, and we're going on holiday in two days. Yippee! Much cause for celebration, wouldn't you agree?
I doubt whether I'll have much time to blog whilst away, so see you in August, if you can be bothered to wait for my return.
3 weeks...
... is a long time not to post anything here and expect people to still be checking. I guess Iºm an optimist.
So, a quick run down of what Iºve been doing whilst not blogging.
We all went to Ibo for a long week end 23 to 25 June, as there was a public holiday for Independence Day. Lovely as ever, and doubly nice not to be working and staying in luxury at the wonderful Ibo Island Lodge. Joaquim, what a surprise, was more excited about the plane ride than anything else.
A couple of days later I went off to the bush, to Meluco and Ningaia to kick start some community tourism activities. Both are now moving a bit, which is progress. I also finally saw an elephant in the Park. He was a very long way away but he was a beautiful big old tusker. More importantly, I left Sebastian behind. Yes, cold turkey. He is now weaned. I paid for it with a week of agonisingly sore and swollen boobs, but I am free! Hooray! (Yes, OK, I do miss it a bit.) As if by magic, he started to sleep through the night, waking only at 4 to get into our bed and sleep on to the usual 5 or 5.30. Hooray! (No, I do not miss it.)
But, Joaquim got sick. Coughing, temperature, headache, vomiting. Not malaria, pneumonia. Just for a change. A bit scary, but heºs getting better thanks to large doses of antibiotics. Heºs not very keen on them, theyºre very yuk apparently (I believe him), but he takes them. Not long after his diagnosis, Sebastian started to cough and then he got a temperature too, although othewise heºs fine. We didnºt wait very long to take him to the doctor, for obvisou reasons, no pneumonia yet but definitely an infection, so heºs on antibiotics too, and guess what? We have to wake him up in the middle of the night to take them. Oh, the irony. When will I sleep again?
Labels: Ibo, illness, Joaquim, Sebastian
