Waiting for the end - Mindo

We have arrived and yet we feel like we are on the move the whole time. The days are numbered and so we wait in this beautiful place to be able to board our plane. Márton is working, the children are playing and Anikó is at school. Outside, the sky is already crying for us. Soon this life of traveling will be over. On the one hand, I am very happy to be coming home again, but every farewell also stirs sadness in me. We have settled in well on this trip and soon we will spend much less time together, have less to say to each other, and each of us will have our own lives again. Everything will be different to how it is now, organized, planned... And yet we will finally be home again, have a home.