And just like that, we’ve been here for one year [eyes bulge out of disbelief]. In my mind, it feels more like 7 months. To Tad, he says even shorter. But alas, we’ve hit our 1-year Bahrainiversary and we are definitely in full stride. I had full intentions of writing a 1-year blog before we … Continue reading Happy 1 year Bahrainiversary to us!
I consider myself rather imaginative. I can come up with really crazy stories, out there ideas and hypotheses. I’m a “free thinker” in so many ways. But never, ever, ever, EVER in a million years had I ever considered that people gave away birds as party favors, let alone be on the receiving end of this unimaginable concept. But it happened. Oh yes, it happened. And it happened to me last night.
In doing some computer and smart phone cleaning, I found some pieces I had begun to write when we first moved here. Rather than try to weave them into one long story as if they actually represented now, I figured I'd literally cut and paste.
Who knew an oven thermometer would be so life changing for an oven repair man. It was in Bahrain. Read on...
I'm titling this blog "part 1" because I'm sure in the next two years I will have so much more to add. Having only been in the country for 2 months and really living among the people for three and a half weeks (but feels like a year already) gives me lots of room for discovery, … Continue reading Living in Bahrain, part 1
Villa, a beautiful word I previously associated with southern France, green rolling hills, and lots of wine. Now, scratch the wine and the green rolling hills, we are living in a villa in Bahrain, a desert flatland of cement jungles and no alcohol.
Heads up, this blog is not about Bahrain and more an inner monologue of my "nanny conundrum." Please only read on if you have a sincere interest in helping me grow as a person.
The most common question I keep getting asked is, “How was the move? How is it? What is it like?” The answers to these questions are not so straightforward. The short answer is, “it’s good, same same but different,” a phrase often heard when traveling abroad. The more truthful answer is...
Booom! Just like that, we've been here for 30 days. So here is what I've learned. Time flies. Duh, we've all heard this. Let's get to something better. Moving on. You pronounce the H in Bahrain. It's a small guttural sound. Ba-hrain. Tall ceiling houses are awesome and why don't we do that in States? … Continue reading First 30 days in Bahrain
My kids were napping when I got to sit in this self-reflection and they were still napping so I decided to dig a little deeper. What, really, is fear? I've asked myself this question for years. It's a goodie. Something I enjoy contemplating.