Puuh, I really cannot believe we’ve been back for 4 full days. But we have. We are so, so back. We returned home monday night to a nicely quiet house with 3 peacefully sleeping monkeys snuggled up in their beds, convinced and trusting that Mom and Dad would be back by the time they wake up the next morning. And within the blink of an eye holiday mode was off and we were back to business as usual. Looking back it feels as if these 5 alone-days are far longer away than just half a week. In the last 4 days back home I’ve been busy doing all the laundry that already piled up, packing away all the things we’ve just moved over to my parents’ „just in case“ and – first and foremost – preparing the middle monkey’s 6th birthday. (which was a hit, I can tell you!)
In the middle of my family, my life, of all these little bits and pieces, of all these everyday issues I felt strangely different to before the holiday: I felt – and still feel – relaxed. These 5 days in Italy were so much worth all the planning, organizing, preparing, worrying. It was just so exactly what we had needed and it did us beyond good. All my worries were put aside and they really did stay in their corner. I missed the kids occasionally and I was really looking forward to coming back home to the three of them. But it was definitely not like I was homesick or unable to sit back and relax.
It was ‚La dolce vita‘ at its best: Sleeping in, eating, drinking, eating, walking in the hills and / or along the beautiful coastline of the Mediterranean Sea or taking a sunbath on the terrace. The weather was warm and sunny, and I got a really nice tan. 🙂 We had time to talk but didn’t spoil the mood with too heavy topics. We were just happy to be around each other – uninterrupted. During those days in Italy we felt an almost unknown feeling of freedom – simply because we were free: free from responsibilities, time pressure, duties, work, schedules. Nothing needed immediate fixing. No mediating, no consoling, no bitching, no looking after and no caring about – at least not actively. It felt really really good and it was the recharger we longed for.
For me Italy also meant: gluten-free-free. Before we took off I decided to take it easy with gluten-free foods in order not to spoil the holiday and having all those delicious Italian dishes in mind already. No sooner said than done. I had white bread, pasta and dessert the first day. Grissini, pizza slices and again bread the second … and then: along came the point when my digestive tract said „Thanks. But, NO thanks.“ It was really astonishing. It took only very little to have all my old and long forgotten inner construction sites return. So I tried to avoid gluten whenever possible for the rest of the time, and honestly – I’m still struggling with the effects of those two easy days and I have put myself on a stricter-then-ever diet since our return. I can see improvement though. 🙂
Anyway, this little ‚thing‘ could not decrease the great benefit of this holiday, it was just a side effect to be noticed.
Consequently I will publish another great gluten-free recipe tomorrow. It is easy, but not quick. And it’s an all-time favorite in my family.