And Cape Town:
And Safari:
And all sorts of general havoc, mayhem and chaos that only four Finns and one Viking can possibly wreak, but finally, albeit very sadly, the first set of guests is on their way back to Europe.
Although no thanks to Iberia, who bring new meaning to the words 'customer disservice'. And 'blow'. And 'suck'. And 'incompetent'. And 'rude'. And 'clueless'. And apparently also 'endless list'. They make me wish I mattered. Thanks a lot Iberia!
And as for me, you ask?
Well.
I'm having a pile up. Of people, to-dos, assignments, laundry, places, things, trash, mails, calls, jobs, and everything and anything imaginable. But mostly good stuff.
The real world is stealing me away. And not only from you and your blogs, but also from sleep which is resulting in some seriously suspect encounters, to-dos, arrivals and departures, answers, calls, performances, photos, some inadvertent public nose-excavations, and a lot of yelling at Iberia. And possibly at someone who had absolutely nothing to do with Iberia, but may have just been passing by.
And for once I have to just stick to coffee.
Seriously, the unimaginable has happened: I have no time even for wine.
I might as well just quit right now. But I can't. I'm too EXCITED!
