Game over

The camper can no longer continue and is crumbling in various places - symbolizing the end of an era. These days in Bern confirm a feeling. I feel completely sad, as something is breaking. I think camping is super cool and the camper is like a baby to me. So many hours invested in painting, planning, decorating, and equipping it for us as a family. That is no longer the case. I listen to my gut and do not shy away from change. 

Pack everything up and head home. Such a trip is always 'smooth'. From 'I need to immediately use the restroom' to ketchup all over the floor to a reprimand/threat from the caretaker and a fine at the gas station, because dad cheekily stays parked at the pump and refuses to leave to get food. 

At home, a quick shopping trip. The sleeping child was just too tempting, I couldn't resist 😂.

And finally, going to Mamina for dinner and picking up our little treasure. It was nice and lovely. Dad and Mamina had a little smoke and now he is once again relegated from the lost son to the son-in-law 🤣🤣🤣