for marking the most Eastern point on my trips map so far,
a Georgian memory relived at Mimino over a fine khatchapuri and a nice glass of Georgian wine in great company,
your splendid twilight colours and sounds,
the cutest babies I saw: those cheeks and eyes!
a sense of two worlds and two time dimensions in one place at the same time,
my first bite of Kyrgyz food at Buhara restaurant,
Moldovan products on supermarket shelves. A sort of Moldovan dream on Kyrgyz land (“vis” means dream in Romanian),
a perfect ristretto by a very modest barista who shared his story of learning the trade in Moscow for seven years. My appreciation of his skill (after I saw the machine he works on) made him even more humble. People here seemed generally very humble.
a new kind the self – respect and respect for others from the professionals we interacted with,
Last but not least, a very committed team and great partners to work with!
I was looking for something hilarious to read. Tried “The Royal Treatment (The Crown Jewels Romantic Comedy Series Book 1)” by Melanie Summers. It was quite good but not really the thing I needed.
My kid chose from the Scholastic book club “Tom Gates” by Liz Pichon. And that was it! The hilarious reading I looked for. She devored the 12 books of the series in no time. It was contagious so I started reading it out loud for a laugth together. It is the best wake up book. No need for an alarm clock in the morning.
Each book has stories of a boy told by a boy, with all the glory of family, school and social life one has at the age of eight. And each page has very funny drawings. For lots of inspiration. Now I know how to convey the message in the next project report 😉
“Mother is a verb. It is something you do. Not who you are”: it made me think of all those who mothered me.
My hubby who got me water when I collapsed from dehydration. My kid who places her hand on my forehead to check whether I have fever. My baker, who slides into my bag a little sweet surprise. My swimming trainer who helped me overcome a childhood fear with just two words: “trust me”. My cat waiting for me by the door to come back from my first trip abroad twenty years ago… His mothering ended at that, as stealing my breakfast remained his favourite game 🙂
Here is to all beings who mother each day, with gentle gestures, words of kindness and touches of love.
I’ll go now and mother someone.
Happy mothers day!
whoever you are,
wherever you are
Here is to
the baker who made the croissant for my breakfast. It is the best in town. Check it at Francois et Fils.
my dear friends who offered me this lovely coffee cup.
the farmers who grew the coffee I drink.
the hard working hands of those who grew the nutmeg I add to my coffee.
and someone who will need a ton of patience with me today 🙂
be blessed you all!
I loved to read the book my kid picked last week from the school library. Actually, she read it. And I re-readed with her.
The author did a very good job with explaining in plain language the life of one of the most fascinating personalities of the last century. The pages with the story of Churchil’s life from age five to his last days are filled with pictures of his life’s events.
Kids and adults alike can learn lessons of resilience from the man who hold jobs which required decisions that impacted millions of lives. Next time I would get bugged by a trivial matter at work, I’ll gently remind myself about it.
We also learned that Churchil’s hobby was painting. Another take away from the book: balance your professional/school demands with something which makes you happy. Balance your brain hyperactivity with works of hand, as my grandmother would say.
Not literally, of course.
1 May. Labour Day. France. Family trip plan to one of most famous fortresses in Alsace: Haut Koenigsbourg. Incited by 1 May invitations “all – to the fortresses” which invaded Facebook, I bought the train tickets Strasbourg-Selestat on-line the evening before. They are polite, the French railway: tickets for itineraries offered on line are guaranteed strike-free.
The next morning, Labour Day lesson 1: no buses or trams. They expect you to know that. Especially, after some years one lives in France. So, we do some “kilomètres de solidarité” to the railway station. Some celebrate the Labour Day. Some have to labour it.
The train is on time and we get to Selestat. Labour Day lesson 2: read the small script. The navette driver announces that of all castles only Haut Koenigsbourg is closed today, as he heard himself this morning on radio. I open the facebook event on Alsace castles, click couple of pop-up sites to finally get to the text in small letters: Haut Koenigsbourg is closed today. Merci beaucoup!
The driver’s entrepreneurial spirit comes to rescue. He tells us about La Montagne des Singes on the same itinerary and offers not to charge the kid for the trip.
20 minutes latter we are there, meeting the loveliest creatures. Sorry, Haut Koenigsbourg you lost it to monkeys this time. Without even a battle 😉
Time spent there was lovely: we fed them with pop corn distributed by the park’s employees
watched baby monkeys playing
witnessed a love story
and learned how to stay zen even when surrounded by hoards of curios visitors
Sharenting is a parent’s decision. No doubt. I look at it through my kid’s eyes: would she want the digital identity my sharing would create? The child’s safety and wellbeing are any parent’s main concerns. All we need to do is: Think before posting.
Some parts of this article resonated with me:
https://www.linkedin.com/pulse/sharenting-why-parents-need-think-before-post-steve-blakeman/ by Steve Blakeman