After one year and ten months I wanted to be the travel blogger again.
The wounds from cancelled Japan trip have recovered,
the C-19 vaccines are doing their job, and Pebbles needed to see the world
so she wouldn't grow up as narrow-minded brick.
Our destination was determined by important numbers,
87% totally vaccinated population + 24°C gentle breeze =
Olá Portugal
Wilma: "oMg tRAveLLiNg iS mY pASsiON"
Pebbles "I has a passport? I'm going to places"
Fred "Vamoš"
The new reality of travelling means that our AirBnb has a
baby bed, baby bath, baby chair and sexy baby daddy:
Look at this stupid blogger still wearing her wool blazer:
Sun as bright as my kids future:
When my pulse says "DEAD" from climbing all the hills,
the funicular comes to rescue:
Pretty tiles, man, pretty tiles everywhere:
That weird moment when you find the most delicious non-alcoholic beer
in the country of wine:
My mini-me is the upgraded version of me.
Bolder and more beautiful:
Lisbon is the city on seven hills, and of course, going home means climbing the Mount Everest.
RIP my chubby legs and wobbly buttcheeks:
Life's too short for monochromic boredom:
"This vacay thing is cool, but jokes on you,
because I cannot remember a thing from this trip":
That heart-warming feeling when your receive a text saying
"OMG, IT'S HAILING IN ESTONIA"
After carrying extra 7kg around the whole day in the hilly city,
Fred started his grape juice diet:
Big square, such much tourist:
Us and the random guy in the background,
the urban love story:
Chris promised to take our Hetero Cringe Trio to somewhere very gay.
And here we are discussing Eurovision (as it should be):
IVF baby and a shelter dog,
we all find our way, despite it all:
Everyone needs an awesome Local Chris to keep the wisdom in and smiles on faces:
I'll just rest my ass against this door for a moment:
5 months old international baby flying around:
The rainbow of Lisbon:
I learned to breastfeed in the upright position for this trip.
The scenery was such much worth it:
The king and the heir to the throne:
To regain all the calories lost:
Mixing gourmet octopus with warm picnic vibes:
Looking at some bars?
Noup, just checking out what baby gear other parents are using:
20 000 steps and a stroller to carry all our bags:
Join our scooter gang:
"Shiiiite, the world is so much bigger than I thought":
Rua Washington:
10/10 would recommend Pebbles as a travel buddy:
When locals wear winter coats
then 25°C is the peak of summer for us:
My hips appreciate the daily gelato time:
"That's a weird dog" Pebbles thought:
Google Maps told us that this route is "Mostly flat".
That bitch lied:
I love when my life goes downhill:
The face when she got another free Lufthansa merch:
Fred was like a kangaroo with his Joey:
Living my next five months in darkness, let me have this moment:
What's cookin', good lookin'?:
Chilling under an orange tree,
the usual:
Typical Estonian leaning towards free stuff:
"Pebbles, you tired from all the walking?"
"NAAAAHHH, I'M GOOD, MAN!"
One beer, one pastéis de nata and one breastmilk coming up:
November called and said that this is not normal:
Big fish, cold beer:
An old geezer and a MILF:
Back in Estonia the weather was cold and the C-19 situation was terrible.
"How about burning those return tickets?"
Walking aimlessly just to find another pastéis de nata top-up place:
Living my champagne lifestyle with Mõmmi lemonade budget:
Fred had a day off from us.
And he spent it training his steel legs (like he hadn't had enough workout already):
I was like 8 or 9, when I went abroad the first time. Finland.
Pebbles is 5 months. Germany AND Portugal.
What a time to be alive!:
What time is it? G-E-L-A-T-O o'clock!
"Shut up and take my money" kind of real estate:
It was my turn to carry Pebbles around.
I'm drying my armpits here:
We were relieved when Fred returned and joined us.
I'm too wuss to do the single parenting:
The home street. The local cafes. The local stores.
Such much good vibes:
Parental leave at its finest:
New day. New place to flop my boob out:
I was nice to put my complaining (my favourite winter sport) on pause:
Cool as a fool in the swimming pool:
Just relax and accept the crazy:
Thanks to my therapist I learned to love her:
Hands up if you have teeth in your month:
My self-timer is legendary:
Imagine the first warm day of the season.
You step outside without tights.
And you feel that warm breeze through your leg hair.
Bliss:
The driver took a wrong turn, but the passenger is sleeping
and cannot give a bad review:
Portugal calls for port wine:
It's that time of the year when polar bears start drinking Coke again:
It might give a wrong impression that life with Pebbles is all rainbows and butterflies.
It's actually a lot of tears, sweat and poo. But it's fine, we're a good team:
Also, seeing your significant other together with your kid.
Heart. Skips. A. Beat:
Poor kid, doesn't yet know what gelato is:
When a hippo tries to be a bird:
LIS:
BON:
Romantic scenery and random Wilma pops up
"MUSU!":
The face after night full of ambulance and the emergency room.
A little shock, but we're fine, just tired:
DJ Espirit and DJ Lil Sips
My alone time is full of reckless jumping:
Despite the nervous plane trip and emergency ambulance rides,
we will definitely travel soon again:
Teleportation would come handy about now:
Baby doesn't mean that you have to put your life on pause.
Livin' la vida loca:
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