Sometimes all we need is to breath. Trust. Let go and see what happens. Planners of the world, I admire you. I am so bad at planning. I love setting directions though, direct the sail along the way. That’s how I feel the more creative, the more in tune with myself, my intuition. It forces me to open my eyes and my heart to … Continue reading Forget about Plans!
Warning: Play the game and I guarantee you will love every second of it. You’ll probably get a little emotional too, but it’s really worth the run… Drop me a line when you are back to tell me how was the trip 🙂 Continue reading Homesick expat buddies, get ready to fly back home in 20 sec!
Born and raised in Asia, they flew before they could walk. French by their Mum, Swiss German by their Dad, 6 y.o altogether and already fluent in English, French, Bärn Deutsch and Mandarin. Thailand taught them how to bow before Buddhist altars, we celebrate Hanukha and Christmas, and they already understood that God has many, many houses. Meet my kiddos, Mr and Ms Attila! Our little tribe … Continue reading Where is “Home” for my Multicultural kids?
Weekly Photo Challenge: Dreamy It has been 13 months since I last visited France. Asia has lots of delicious dishes, but there is only so much rice a French can endure. I have been fantasizing about croissants et pains au chocolat for weeks and weeks, and my wildest dreams eventually came true when we visited the Seorae Village in Seoul last week, where half of the French … Continue reading Dreamy Croissants
http://dailypost.wordpress.com/dp_prompt/road-tripping/ Maelle and Leandre flew before they could walk. Typical Third Culture Kids: European by birth. Raised in Sri Lanka, Thailand, and the Philippines. Fluent in 3 languages (and a fourth in the making), their accents change depending on who they’re talking to. They are very good at calculating time difference, because they have to do it every time they want to Skype with their … Continue reading Road tripping: à Paris!
Today is Bastille Day and it makes me a little homesick… No firework in Cebu, no Cheese and wine party. I miss being surrounded by my overcomplaining fellow Frenchies, talking about life over bottles of wine, drinking real espresso, judging people by the way they dress, talk and by the books they read. I miss sarcastic people and flirting like it’s nobody’s business. I also … Continue reading Learn THE word that will turn you into a real Parisian