My first Granny stay took me to Scotland in winter. It was a great experience, a nice family with three small children and cold.Next came the call from a host family in the warm Phoenix, Arizona. They were looking for support for their two boys (2,5 and 7 years). We quickly came to an agreement via Skype and I flew off with light luggage - at the temperatures in my host country you only needed shorts and tops. I was lovingly welcomed by “my” family and immersed in everyday life in America. All the clichés were fulfilled for me. Picking up the older son from the yellow school bus, daily driving on the five-lane highway, trips into the great outdoors, campfires with marshmallows, pancakes for breakfast and so on. At “half time” I travelled three days to Las Vegas and to the Grand Canyon on my own.
In the autumn we visited Utah's National Parks. I got to know many new people and things I have would have never experienced on a normal holiday. The three months went past much too quickly and the farewell from the family and the dog were very moving.
Let's see where my next Granny mission will take me. Maybe to Australia. :)