Alone in the house. Sweeped the entire upstairs and sorted the piles a little better. Also measured all angles and nooks and crannies to be able to sit at home in Sweden and plan the kitchen and bathroom.
Early in the morning of December 12, I travel home. The plane takes off at 11.30 and soon I can locate Monaco and can almost see the yachts I was standing next to a few days before.
I study the landscape as excited as a 5-year-old little boy and suddenly a familiar little mountain village appears. Completely fascinated, I take a picture and get the heck out of it. It's Vasia down there. Lousy picture, of course, but still so incredibly cool.
P.S. The money landed on the account on Tuesday... Phew!