So we've reached the halfway point of our home quarantine, one week done, one week do go. I actually don't think it's that much of a hardship, I guess I'm a homebody at heart.
Some of my friends here have been extremely bored throughout their quarantine and found it dragged out. Of course it makes it easier to have older kids who are practically living their best life - being locked in their rooms, able to do whatever they want on unlimited screen time, day after day. That'll all change tomorrow when school starts of course, it'll all be good with some routine again.
I'm also grateful we are in our own home, with our own stuff. I have friends who recently did 14 days quarantine after arriving into Brunei, and they had to do it in a hotel room.
It feels a bit like I'm still on a trip though, as I'm staying in the guest room for this quarantine period. I kind of like having my very own bathroom, and sleep undisturbed - I might stay there!
In the very last week of our stay I managed to even drag Linnea out into the woods for a walk, or to take a "forest bath" as one of my friends said! Trying to enjoy as much as we could of the nature before it was departure time.
Another spectacular evening walk. I just soak it all in. I try to take a lot of photos which I can keep to look at when back in the sandpit, on those extra beige days.
After coming back from our day in Göteborg the evening turned into a bit of a hectic scramble, due to a sudden change in travel plans. Nathan and I decided that if possible, Lucas should go home on his own (as there was no reason he stayed behind), and Nathan managed to find him tickets the next morning already!
I got really busy printing out all the papers needed and repacking the suitcases. I needed to send Lucas home with his things obviously, but also wanted to fill his suitcase to the limit with other stuff.
In between all of this we also had to have dinner, and eventually get to bed early as the alarm was set for 04.30... But of course I couldn't sleep... the nerves, the worries.
My big boy. His very first solo flight, and it had to be under these very strange circumstances.
Of course I did shed a few tears saying goodbye (what kind of mother would I be if I didn't worry?) but Lucas himself was cool as a cucumber. Having done nearly 270 flights already, he knew what to do.
Mormor, who had come along to drop him off, and I actually stayed by the airport (we had brought a 'fika' basket, of course!) until he took off. For no reason in particular, I just wanted to see the plane off.
Everything had gone perfectly fine. Even the transit in Frankfurt had been smooth, no issues at all; and most importantly - he made his Mummy very happy and calm by texting and keeping us updated all throughout the trip. Such a superstar. ♥︎
It took him some time after arriving in Abu Dhabi, to get through after landing as there was a couple of other flights coming in at the same time. This created some queues at the PCR-testing and by immigration. Nathan was there to pick him up, and now he can look forward to the 14 days of home quarantine. Something I have a feeling he wont mind at all... he will be living his best life just inside his room, with his computer and games..!
Coming to the end of our stay it was time to get our PCR-tests sorted before our return trip, and I had picked out of the clinics in Göteborg, which had easy parking nearby. I googled a bit about the area where the clinic was located before we went, as I knew there was supposed to be a café there with some world record cinnamon buns that I wanted to try.
So after we had done the tests we took a walk through Haga, a very cosy part of Göteborg.
We found the 'Husaren' café, which boasts of "The Worlds Largest Cinnamon Buns", so of course we had to try one. Look at this monster!
They also had enormous cookies of all kinds. So we tried a cinnamon bun and a giant caramel cookie, for the wow factor and to be able to tick off "the worlds largest...". But I must say the cinnamon bun was just ok, and the cookie was really disappointing.
