history study / travelling / where we go

remembering world war 1: on-site in ypres

There’s nothing like a third world experience, a dose of traveler’s diarrhea and malaria, having a military coup an hour away, experiencing airport scanning for Ebola, and visiting World War 1 sites to wake me up to the harshness of this world. But this is the season to remember. And in remembering the hard things … Continue reading

travelling / where we go

travel with kids: planes, restaurants & automobiles

“A ship in harbor is safe. But is that what it was meant for?” Travelling certainly has its risks, but the scales weigh heavier on the ‘just go’ side because new experiences educate our senses and our understanding of others and the world. What do the kids think of this travelling thing? My nine year old … Continue reading

nature study / where we go

The call of the wild

What a cliche title. But I’m apt to suggest that there’s a reason cityslickers forgo their dishwashers & electricity for a bed on the ground with a view of the stars…the call of the wild. You won’t find me laying my head on a neckroll beside a campfire–them there’s for cowboys and black & white … Continue reading

daily life / what I've learned / where we go

where to do studies, or where to learn…

The study, of course. This would be the room with the shelves of Dear Canada novels and my collections of books for the prescribed reading lists, and math workbooks, and dictionaries, and you know, schoolish stuff. “Oh, this is your schoolroom!” I’ve heard this exclamation many times. It’s a lovely room: 1920s hardwood floors, floor-to-ceiling … Continue reading

what I've learned / where we go

e’stato un piacere–arrivederci Italia

Second day of travelling… Three hours, waiting, in an airport. Reminds me of our return trip from Nairobi last spring. Arriving at Heathrow Airport, after nine hours on the plane, three days stopover in Paris, a Eurostar two hour train trip to London, we hoped for a smooth transition. We didn’t get it. We walked … Continue reading

travelling / where we go

the jewish ghetto of venice

No one wanted to plan for pesce…the Adriatic sea offerings. But when in Rome… The cuttle fish ink pasta wasn’t in any of our repertoires. The antipasto plate was perfetto: sardines, escargot, octopus, oysters, something resembling an oversized shrimp that covered the length of my plate, calamari (not breaded), and octopus, of course. There was … Continue reading