It seems to be the time the people come back to where they have grown up for a visit, or a longer while.
An early bird just whispered to me another friend from youngster days arrives in town tomorrow. Somehow I do not manage to keep in touch over the distance after she migrated to France five or four [?] years ago. Allthough since our last meeting last year, when I came to see her son the second time, I even have her email adress.
Little Lucien the first time I saw him was a baby. Last fall then I joined them to a local Kindertheater production about a rainbow fish’ s adventures who masters all kinds of odds and scary encounters in order to get a healing plant for his fish friend’s gastro enteritis who had eaten too much yammie plants.
That was a one of a kind fun with the singer and her son. ☺