I have been back home for almost a week now. It is Sunday morning in The House in the Woods. I am just out of the shower. My hair is dripping wet, even though I used two towels to dry myself, one for the hair, one for the body. Terje is making breakfast. We will have tea, juice, pastries, eggs, cheese, jam, honey, yoghurt. We will, as always on Sundays, set the table with a beautiful china. I have been back home a week. A week of daily showers, a week of comfortable nights under my eiderdown duvet, a week of family meals
I love comfort. I love clean water, I love to be able to change towel every time I shower, I love my eiderdown duvet. I love to be back home.
And I miss Africa.
Yes, I miss Africa.
I am not sure if I could live there for a long time though. I am too spoiled with the Norwegian comforts of everyday life.
Though, who knows. May be I could adapt.
I remember when I was in India a year ago, there were some problems with the water, and one morning Sheri, my Indian mother´s daughter, who lives in Rome, came down to breakfast. Freshly showered.
"I am a real Indian girl" she smiled, "I can shower under a bucket of cold water"
May be I can say that I am a real African girl now. Yes, I can shower under a bucket of cold water. Though I did wait to wash my hair until I was able to add some hot water in the bucket. Sure, I think I can say that I am a real African girl. I could even use an old cotton scarf for towel when I showered under my bucket of cold water.
I did miss my eiderdown duvet though. My eiderdown duvet with absolutely no fleas.
I had planned to let yesterday´s post be the last one from Ethiopia. But it seeems like the tales won´t stop. May be I should continue to Agrica-blog over in Caffe Avec, which is actually meant to be my travel blog.......
And there might always be more Africa post over in Books on the Menu if you are interested in books.....
And who knows, there might even be one or two in Blåklokkeveien :-)