little gypsy savages.
the other day, when i was trying to speak to a mother of three girls (while two of the three are screaming like madmen in the background), the mother told me with a deep sigh: ‘so sara, do think twice before becoming a parent’. and yesterday, she came to apologize for having said that.
at least i will never blame anyone for having tricked me to believe that it is peaches and cream, being a parent.
sleeping long hours. dreaming funky dreams. drinking homemade beers. cooking for and talking with wonderful people. all while wearing my pajama. lucky bastard.
kiss and goodnight to you.
the team has left and the european championship is over (with the british men and the german women as gold winners). i have met so many wonderful people these past two weeks and experienced an innumerable amount of new things that i feel my heart is almost bursting from all the love and good vibes. and now my body is giving in to the exhaustion. another great bonus is that i have had a complete break from myself, no time whatsoever to think about any personal dramas. bliss!
the incredible amount of work hours, the stress, the frustrations, the unorganized organization, the impossible logistics and the too long meetings are all balanced out by many warm hugs, nights of dancing, lots of laughter and special connections.
how do you like my sunglasses btw? i think they suit macho (but oh so soft) sports men way better!
every morning i take a walk from the hotel to buy bananas and milk for the team. this is who and what i meet on the way. it is so refreshing to leave the sterile environment of a hotel and be back in real life again. also it gives me a moment to be on my own, to breathe, to think quietly.
by now it became a part of the morning routine, and the young boys who are loading the trucks with wheelchairs are screaming after me ‘bananas, bananas, bananas, how are the bananas?’.
that i would be mesmerized by sports? these guys i am caring for are unbelievably quick, strong, flexible and versatile. spending so much time with sportsmen is quite an experience, and being responsible for 16 men/boys is extremely challenging. that’s why i am not present online these days, but instead i am buying bananas, ordering antibiotics, loading wheelchairs, coordinating buses, sharing out sandwiches, pouring glasses of o’boy and frying my brain while shifting between swedish, dutch, hebrew and english. you know, each language brings out a different side of me i have noticed. there is something very fascinating about experiencing all four sides simultaneously.
i hope you are all well out there. kisses and hugs. now back to my boys! (who by the way won their first game against the germans and i have to admit i was very excited…)
i have been caring for my close friend, who is freshly pregnant and with terrible nausea all day long. so we are watching movies, at least one a day. (frankie and johnny for instance used to be my favorite movie when i was younger, and it still makes my heart melt…) and we eat a lot of food and talk for hours. she gets the weirdest cravings, and since she doesn’t manage to eat much due to her nausea, we try to provide her with what she desires when she desires it. like homemade chips, plum cake, pear pies and red meat.
so after a few days of that (plus mangos and chickens and pumpkins and wild children and messages and beautiful people and all that jazz) it will be a drastic change to enter my new and temporary job as a contact person for the swedish team of european wheelchair basketball championship. gulp! keep your fingers crossed for me, will you?!
august came and went. looking at these pictures i realize that august is often the time i travel back, to visit family and friends here and there on this planet. last year august was spent in a community workshop and that’s when i really got my eyes open to the power of a group. this year it seems like i am shifting between one extreme to the other, either very much on my own or 24/7 surrounded by lovely people. how was your august?
welcome september. i can smell you in the air already.
to the broom and the bride. and what a bride! watching her dance all night was pure joy. and i had my share of acqua di cedro and three portions of dessert and a whole lot of dancing on top of that. so i haven’t photographed much, only when i sat down on the dance floor to rest my belly, and then i mainly aimed for the bridal feet…
