There it was: 2 weeks in my mama's land. Traveled from Germany through Austria, funny little country Slovenia and finally after 9 hours we arrived in Croatia. I was greeted by my nona, deda, uncle and gran-grandma in a peaceful little village where my gran-grandma lives. In a second everybody was all over me with some sounds like ah-gooooh gaaaah. Did they forget to talk when they saw me, or what?! So I cooed back to my caregivers and gave them a big smile and a wiggle. And then we bonded. For the next 2 weeks they didn't let me out of their sight, and I was the center of attention. The star was born. Slowly they were building a new routine in my daily schedule. They were putting me to sleep 5 minutes after I woke up trying to reassure my mother that that is actually what babies should be doing and what they need. Unfortunately for my mom, after 16 hours of sleep during the day I didn't have any need to sleep during the night. She was not very happy.
Already 2nd day after I came to Croatia, my parents made a big party by auntie Andrijana (thanks again teta Andrijana, I'll give you a big kiss as soon as I learn how to). Everybody who means something in this country came: teta Billy, Bojana, Evica, Goga, Ivana, Maja and their better halfs, and my very dear friends Franka, Juraj, Lovro, Petar and Sasha (Karlo was unfortunately home - due to the attack of a evil chickenpox). Lots of babies and lots of milk party. Yes, my daddy was unpleasantly surprised with the low consumption of the vine Croats drank at the party. Its a wind of change daddy!
And there it was 2 weeks of fresh village air, I grew a lot they say, and now I'm back waiting my German football team to win the World cup in Africa.
So long my Croatian family!
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