After our not so French coffee break we continued our drive up the mountain road. Thanks to GPS, installed in the car, we were always sure where we were and where we were heading. Martin had no trouble finding the place we wanted to go to, while Uta and I enjoyed the scenery. Suddenly we were stopping at the drive way
We could hardly see the house for the trees. Somewhere up the hill it must be, we thought.
Somehow we found a way up there and sure enough the reception committee was waiting for us.
We hadn’t seen our Grandson and his young family since the Christmas holidays and they had moved to a new location. There are still a lot of things to do for Tristan and he looks like a pioneer of time long gone. Still, he found the time to read his girls a story and they were listening very intently.
The two girls Kianga and Jakira will grow up differently from other girls in suburbia, that is for sure. They will be more involved in real life, learning how to grow things and milking the goat.
The girls were always active never settling down. So much to do !
After watching all these activities by the girls we grown-ups needed some refreshments. The birthday cake came out, the sparklers were lit and the cake was cut by Granddad.
The girls had fun and even their Granddad was happy the way things turned out. It is not often that his birthday and Easter Sunday fall on the same day. We were four generations together – and this is something to ponder about. I never knew any of my Great-Grandparents. Seeing my great-grand children in this beautiful part of the world was something really great – for which I’m thankful.