Sahraa has been very subdued, missing all the attention she got at the hotel every day, and pretty much stays downstairs on her pillow until Tim gets home, when it’s time for a walk. Oh, except she does get up to have dinner (that I make), often of fresh chicken thighs or breasts, a tradition that our chef in Budapest unfortunately started and one that she refuses to give up. She also has taken to planting herself in the way of wherever we’re going, obviously a bid for attention as shown here. She was actually mid-yawn, but I thought the expression was priceless.

Home sweet home, some day! posted earlier: