Record winter

Snowy, white, cold, very beautiful! All the pictures were taken close to our house by the sea bank of Tabasalu. The images here do not reflect even a bit of these amazing views because we used Juulia's small digital camera during our improvised brisk walk. A sunny day of the very few that we have during the Estonian winter. Everybody was out at the parks, forest, skiing...The ideal nordic season.

Friends are leaving

This time to Brussels. Foreign service. Some friends are also returning from Kiev, after 7 years abroad. This is why I am not that sad, and in any case we have the plan to visit them before next Summer. It is very hard to move around the world with children and forget about home, projects, routines and expectations. It is specially difficult to neglect one´s career. The life of a diplomat´s family is no paradise as it might seem.

My grandmother left her hometown Ovejas, Colombia (below, left) in 1941(?), for entirely different reasons. They made their home in Medellin, Colombia (below, right. The house in the city and a country house they visited sometimes). I think she never overcame loosing her sense of belonging despite the many gains. I can very well relate to that!

Osmusaar

Pais Vasco: Lekeitio y San Sebastian-Donostia

Fachada centenaria del pueblo pesquero, sin evidencia alguna de estructura adicional que la soporte. Y el mar MUYYYY al fondo de nuestra calle.

Una foto no documental de San Sebastian sin personalizar por que como se nota en las dos primeras imágenes, no colaboran con la cámara; más de lo mismo.

Algunos miembros de mi familia (EN LAFOTO DEL LADO DERECHO!)

HAY MAS!!!...

Back

But horribly sleep-deprived. My mother is also visiting from today.
Writing soon to all the good people we met in Tallinn. I wish all that visit us would leave a coment but anyway, I see the counter and it also "counts"
Off to sleep...
No words, yes pictures:

Family members

This is an old, beautiful picture of Vello Salulaid with his mother Milli back in 1937, when he was about 3 months old, almost 4, no more! a pretty memory of how every human being was once a baby. How fragile.