One week left before a dreamy flight back to America. Winter is around the corner. It’s time for the big fire stove to be pulled away from the corner into the middle of the kitchen. It’s a time of snow, tea and stories I long to experience. Some day. For now, I help stock up on bags of coal - the manual labor is far more rewarding than imagined. The kiss from grandma in the end - all one really needs. Here is to all mothers and grandmothers spending the winter alone while their sons and daughters roam lands far away in search of the holy grail!