One of these days, when we travel to a faraway land, I’m going to dress all nice and cute and let Cheikh be the one who dresses like the nanny. (Manny?) Right now that day seems very far away, especially since I needed all the comfy casualness possible for flying back from Budapest with Pape.
I don’t mean to imply in any way that Cheikh doesn’t do his part in helping out with the wee one, but rather than he’s one of those people who makes it to the end of the day with maybe a tiny drop of espresso spilled on his shirt cuff while I’ve got playdough in my hair, mashed banana on my shirt, flour handprints on my pants and can’t find my left shoe.
So where was I? Oh, yeah. We made it home! Three pieces of us + 5 checked bags + 1 carry-on + 1 overstuffed diaper bag arrived safely at the joyful hour of 2am sometime last week. It’s kind of a blur, but I do remember several choice moments from the trip.
It’s always a bit shocking for us to go to Hungary and not see many (if any) Africans. So it wasn’t too surprising that on our first leg back this way, Pape found the only African on the flight and did not want to leave his side. He just kept looking at the man with wide eyes and patting his arm. The guy was actually from Dakar and thought it was cute, so it was cool.
When we boarded the shuttle out to catch our second flight, it was mostly Senegalese people. Pape was in heaven. He was grinning, singing, waving, dancing and stomping.
It was hard to leave Budapest, hard to say goodbye to family, hard to come back period. But somewhere on that shuttle ride from the Lisbon airport to the plane, I knew we were truly headed home and that felt really good.
Facebook status updates had prepared me for the fact that there had been tons and tons of dust blowing in while we were away. I developed a plan of attack and when we arrived at 2am I plugged in the little handheld vacuum cleaner so that it would be charged when we woke up.
Bright and early, I vacuumed the living room rug and furniture, then dusted right in that area. I put Pape in lightweight footie pjs and tried to contain him in the dust-free zone while we cleaned the rest of the apartment. It worked… well, no I guess it didn’t really. But hey – that’s why God invented baths!
It’s been a couple days now and we’ve seen JB and fam, Jenn & Shawn, Demba, Dorothée, Diami and others that help make Dakar home for us. We’ve unpacked and settled back in. Pape has reconnected with his long-lost toys. Cheikh started back to work seven hours after we landed. I decided I needed another long weekend first. And then a good part of a Monday.
It’s good to be back.