I woke up like this.
Just kidding. I woke up here. At least that part is true. We went camping again, this time with 4 dogs, 1 out of 4 is still not completely vaccinated, so he couldn’t walk outside at all and kept peeing and pooping inside just like he does back home. Same shit, different place. 🙈 Anyways, that is something we knew about when we took him with us. But little did we know that the beautiful spot we chose for camping (where there was only us, of course) will be FULL of people on Sunday morning. So our morning wasn’t as zen as it looks like. Not at all.
If this picture had a sound it would be the sound of manele and screaming children all over our van and the sound of mr Frizz running and barking at them. 👀 A very bad behavior I should have stopped, but I chose not to, for once. To be honest, I wanted to join him and run after the noisy people who invaded our territory. I barely stopped myself from encouraging him. 😅 Meanwhile I was doing my makeup, because no, I don’t just wake up like this. BUT during the night mr Riso found my makeup bag, opened it and chewed on my eyeliner, my foundation sponge and the Nacomi oil I ordered form Naturalness recently and I am currently testing. 🤦🏼♀️ (Use the code ANNAMMETZ for 15% off and keep the products away from your monsters). I really tried my best to keep my calm so we decided to eat our breakfast quickly and to go visit my grandmother instead, who lives close. Well, kinda.
You’d never guess anyways, so I’ll tell you the story, because it’s a pretty funny one. NOT. After like 20 minutes of driving the van’s engine died. Yeah just like that. Out of the blue. So instead of enjoying another beautiful summer day in nature or with my grandmother, we ruined my brother’s only day off when we called him to come and pick us up. 🤦🏼♀️
And still, I should consider myself extremely lucky. I am actually thankful for several things. I am thankful that the van didn’t brake down somewhere else. We stopped right in front of a pizza shop which was closed due to the global pandemic, but they were making deliveries. Erno called them because he had to ask their permission to leave the van on one of their parking spots. Not like we had a choice, but anyway. He asked them if they can make us vegetarian pizza and then ordered two right in front of the shop. The woman he was on the phone with walked out during the phone call, stopped on the terrace and she continued to take our order over the fence. 😂 We found a nice spot somewhere close, and we had a nice picnic in the shadows, eating watermelon and pizza. 🍉🍕 Not bad at all considering the circumstances, right? I’m also thankful for my dogs who have behaved so well, even little Riso. Although they probably sensed that we are nervous and desperate. They were incredibly calm and they helped us enjoy the moment as much as we could. And I’m incredibly thankful for my brother, of course. It took us like 20 years of fighting to get this close, but now we are always there for each other and this means everything. ❤️ Thank you & I’m sorry!
P.s. Am I becoming a positive person or is writing just really therapeutic? Normally it would take me like 10 years to get over this and to see the good parts of the story as well. And here I am today, still on my way home, and I am handling this pretty well.