Saturday, one week from now, Ronja, Frida, Mads, and I have left Denmark and are on the plane to New Zealand. Actually, that may not be entirely true, since I believe at this time we will be somewhere between Düsseldorf and Hong Kong – but still. We are looking forward to it like crazy, and we cannot wait for the coming week to pass.
There’s still lots of things to do – we have only just started packing, and we have a to-do list containing Christmas presents, Lucia parades, Christmas show with Ronja’s stage art school AND the girls’ dance classes, and who knows what else – all within the next 6 days. And I didn’t even add the laundry to that list…
The Christmas lights outside are dancing in the strong wind, and we have candles lit all over the living room. Since we will be celebrating Christmas in New Zealand, we have added a little more Christmas than usual to the time leading up to our departure. We even had a very Christmassy snow storm two weeks ago – I was not so thrilled about it, since I was out driving in it the evening it came. But the next morning, when the girls got up, the excitement was considerable. We had three snow men in the garden for a while – now it’s all gone, and the grey, wet weather took over.
In New Zealand it’s early summer now. We will be celebrating Christmas in a motor home, in summer, without the rest of the family, Christmas tree and traditional Christmas dinner. Probably somewhere near the art deco city Napier on the North Island. It’s my first ever non-traditional Christmas, and I’m thrilled. About it all.
So anyway, contents of the 6 days to come; Falling over our own feet with excitement, packing, falling some more, taking the girls to all the stuff they need to go to before we leave, packing, getting hold of a few – travel-friendly – Christmas presents, burning half the calendar candle, and a few other things. Tomorrow after the Christmas Dance Show with the girls, we’re lighting two candles in the very untraditional advent “wreath” – though even calling it that is a bit of a stretch. See for yourself (can you believe they’re actually selling miniature motor homes at the local grocery store?. 🙂