tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-42250021670738483242024-03-06T04:57:21.581+03:00The Other Side of the Worldadventures, wanderings, and musings of an expat abroad...Kimberlyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17109478189330228210noreply@blogger.comBlogger349125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4225002167073848324.post-48824044903736694302015-08-06T23:51:00.000+03:002015-08-08T19:43:20.579+03:00Summer Part 2: OregonFamily, beach, seashells, sand, Pacific breeze, food, tide pools, bonding.<br />
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<br />Kimberlyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17109478189330228210noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4225002167073848324.post-15696201274195313392015-08-06T23:39:00.001+03:002015-08-06T23:39:10.198+03:00Summer Part 1: Corfu<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<br />Kimberlyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17109478189330228210noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4225002167073848324.post-24099444597167589322015-05-24T16:11:00.001+03:002015-05-24T21:53:04.254+03:00To market to market...Two weeks ago we moved back to the city. We're enjoying the advantages the city offers... take-out, shops on every corner and public transport. Today we meandered over to some ruin-pubs where markets can be found on Sundays.<br />
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<a href="http://ruinpubs.com/" target="_blank">Ruin-pubs</a> are unique to Budapest. You won't see anything like it elsewhere. The bombed-out buildings of World War II that dot the Jewish District of Budapest have been up-cycled to become trendy pubs and hang-outs. On Sundays, some of them open themselves to local vendors. While people drink beer in a courtyard of the old Jewish Ghetto, others are shopping for cheese, meat and veggies. Today our shopping bag was filled with eggs, strawberries, honey, spicy sausage and aged cheese. Yum!<br />
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When we planned to visit Helsinki, Finland for the holiday weekend, we thought... <i>Great place to go. Scandinavia isn't so religious so things will be open and it's not tourist season. Perfect!</i> Not so much. Who knew that Finland is actually quite conservative? So much so that on Easter morning when we turned on the hotel TV, we could not change the channel. Only one channel was available - the channel showing Easter morning service at an Orthodox church. So now we know. Finland at Easter means no one is around for three full days. Luckily, we stayed there 4 days, so we had one day to shop the cool design district. Another night to be the only people in an <a href="http://coma.fi/en/" target="_blank">Italian restaurant</a> that I HIGHLY recommend - they treated us like we were their family sitting down to a fabulous meal and conversation. And we had some time to take a mostly empty bus to a <a href="http://wikitravel.org/en/Porvoo" target="_blank">nearby town</a> that proved to be quaintly spectacular. While most Finns were laying low, the ones that were about proved to be some of the nicest people we've ever met. Truly, people went out of their way to help us with bus and ferry timetables, recommending sights and downright friendly conversation. Although Easter in Finland is a bit dull for the tourist, it turned out to be a great holiday.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Provoo, Finland, about an hour from Helsinki, has many old<br />
wooden houses and cobble stone streets.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">We saw divers digging up "treasures" from the river in Provoo.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Finns proved to be like Alaskans... Duct tape fixes everything!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">A lighthouse in the middle of the city.<br />
Helsinki, Finland</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Some old buildings remain in Helsinki,<br />
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Finland has been independent only since 1918,<br />
the end of World War I.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">A lot of new architecture in Helsinki.</td></tr>
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<br />Kimberlyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17109478189330228210noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4225002167073848324.post-77988529637914243332015-04-12T16:09:00.000+03:002015-04-12T17:05:56.649+03:00Tallin, EstoniaWant to get off the beaten path in Europe? I highly recommend Estonia. We only visited Tallin, the capital, but it was full of beauty, interest and surprises. Highlights included:<br />
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<b>Beautiful old medieval town.</b><br />
I recommend the walking tour that starts at 12:00<br />
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<b>Great microbrew scene.</b><br />
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<b>An up and coming local design scene.</b><br />
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Tourist information has a great local map<br />
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<b>Few tourists.</b><br />
Estonia is off the beaten tourist path,<br />
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And prices were the lowest I've ever seen in all of Europe!</div>
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This was one of the most interesting things I saw in Tallinn, Estonia... Each morning as shops opened around 11am, shop ladies put out these "mannequins". Handmade with knitted wear, I found these advertising ploys to be amusing and strange. Does it make you want to walk into their shops? </div>
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<br />Kimberlyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17109478189330228210noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4225002167073848324.post-26409268742208728612015-04-12T15:46:00.001+03:002015-04-12T15:47:44.498+03:00Doors in EstoniaTallin, Estonia has a beautiful medieval old town that has been kept in pristine condition. One of the things that struck me about Tallin was the intricately decorated doors.<br />
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<br />Kimberlyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17109478189330228210noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4225002167073848324.post-67538327885761104692015-03-24T00:03:00.002+03:002015-03-24T00:03:58.200+03:00The other side of the world<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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My mom is a 10 hour time change away. My grandparents 9. My in-laws are a 7 hour time difference from us. My best friend 6 or 4, depending on day light savings in the northern and southern hemispheres. I've got friends or family in all 4 hemispheres and all 6 inhabitable continents. I'm always on the other side of the world from someone I love.<div>
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My husband teases me for the name of this blog. Maybe it sounds obvious. A quick google search probably results in 10 other blogs with the same exact name. But it fits me. When I wake up and check Facebook in the morning, all my North and South American friends have posted. When I come home from work, all my European, African and Asian friends have posted. Someone is always online. Someone is always awake. Someone is always asleep. Someone is always on the other side of the world. And that is cool. (Except when I need to call my mom and it's her middle of the night.)</div>
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I like being on the other side of the world because it means that no matter where I go, someone is always there. And it means that someone is always on this side of the world too.</div>
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The longer I'm away from my home country, the more places I go, the more people I meet and the more conversations I have... this rings more true: My world view has changed and continues to change.<br />
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My view of myself. My view of my country. My view of religion and wealth and stereotypes. All these things have changed because I chose to travel. I have lived new places. I've had new jobs. I have worked with people from all over the world.<br />
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And I'm so grateful I did! Because these experiences have made me more open-minded, more accepting, more hopeful that people all over the world are really the same. We're all people - wanting the best for those we love, wanting peace and love and hope. And I am proud to be a person on this planet who has experienced the fatality travel brings.<br />
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They piddle around on job search sites seeing if anything catches their eye before that December due date in which their contracts have to be signed. Not really getting serious about the job search but looking just in case.<br />
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There are those that just know they're staying. They love it where they're at and they want to stay another year.<br />
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I feel like we've been in category two, the piddlers, for two years now. And I think it's the worst place to be. Who knows what we're doing? Who knows if we're satisfied where we're at? Has the bug to move hit us or are we just hitting the shorter days of winter and feel a little sunlight deprived?<br />
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When people ask us what we'll do next year, we usually say, <i>We'll probably stay.</i> Which we totally mean. Until we see job openings in Lima and Prague and think, maybe we should apply and just see. But then we don't have all our application stuff together because you need references and current photos and updated CV's and hours to spend filling out little boxes on whatever site that school uses to recruit teachers. And then half way into filling in all those little boxes we think, W<i>e'll probably end up staying. Is this worth a try?!</i> And of course it is, but who wants to spend all their free time filling out little boxes and making sure our teaching licenses are the right PDF size?<br />
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As you can see we're definitely not in the <i>ready-to-go</i> category. Because you really have to decide that in September and spend all your free time job searching. And we're just not ready to commit to that. But then we wonder... <i>What if?</i> What if we fill out that application and end up on a grand new adventure?<br />
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I guess we'll know by December 10th when our current contracts need to be resigned. After that we don't have to deal with it until next fall when we ask ourselves again, <i>Do we stay or do we go?</i>Kimberlyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17109478189330228210noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4225002167073848324.post-59984013229077425222014-11-02T18:52:00.000+03:002014-11-02T18:52:47.509+03:00Not so popular on Facebook...A month ago I posted an article on Facebook. It didn't get a single 'like' or 'comment'. Not one! I realize I'm not so popular as to get loads of comments on my Facebook feed, but when I looked back, EVERYTHING else on my feed had some likes and comments. EVERYTHING, except this one article. Why? Because this is what it said:<br />
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<a href="http://www.relevantmagazine.com/god/worldview/why-you-need-more-muslim-friends" target="_blank">Why You Need More Muslim Friends</a><br />
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<b>Ok, don't stop reading yet.</b><br />
<b>Just read a little further. </b><br />
<b>Please. </b><br />
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I realize this is a hot topic. A hot topic in America. A hot topic amongst Christians. A hot topic amongst Muslims too. And since most of the people reading this blog are the Christian/American side of this hot topic, don't get frustrated or annoyed or think "here goes the Christian girl who has become liberal" yet. I just want to say...<br />
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This article is actually from a CHRISTIAN magazine. Just consider reading it. Whether you agree, disagree or think I'm totally crazy (aka liberal), I really think it reflects the <a href="http://www.huffingtonpost.com/mick-mooney/wwjd-what-would-jesus-do-_b_6010114.html" target="_blank">WWJD</a> idea. And whether you believe in Jesus or America or Christianity, it really reflects human decency from a regular American Christian guy. And we all need a little human decency in our lives these days. So be encouraged at the good things still happening in this world and take a look at this <a href="http://www.relevantmagazine.com/god/worldview/why-you-need-more-muslim-friends" target="_blank">article</a>. I think it shows that <i>all we need is love.</i> (Ok, that last comment was cheesy, but it's true!)Kimberlyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17109478189330228210noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4225002167073848324.post-7710335486627805492014-11-01T12:24:00.001+03:002014-11-04T23:09:34.991+03:00It's getting sticky in Hungary.Hungary has been in the limelight recently because the politics here is <i>crazy</i>! Here are the recent highlights...<br />
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First country in the world to put forth an "<a href="http://online.wsj.com/articles/hungary-drops-internet-tax-plan-1414744757" target="_blank">internet tax</a>" to Parliament, so that every gigabyte of usage is taxed.<br />
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Hungarian government officials are the first <i>ever </i>to be <a href="https://reportingproject.net/occrp/index.php/en/ccwatch/cc-watch-briefs/2687-hungary-corruption-suspects-banned-from-us" target="_blank">blocked from entering the US</a> because of corruption issues.<br />
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The current Hungarian prime minister, Mr. Viktor Orbán, is making headlines for his stance against Western ideas of government and his <a href="http://www.theguardian.com/world/2014/oct/29/budapest-viktor-orban-democracy-edge-hungary" target="_blank">illiberal</a> (or non-liberal) ideology. He likes the Russian and Turkish authoritarian regimes.<br />
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So politics is part of expat discussion a lot lately. <a href="http://budapestbeacon.com/politics/charles-gati-the-travel-ban-is-just-the-beginning/" target="_blank">What will happen in the next few years in Hungary? </a>That's what we all want to know. Will we be moving on to other countries or will outside economic and political pressure force Hungary to move back to the EU/Western/Democratic politics that Hungarians have leaned toward throughout their history? I guess we'll see.<br />
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Kimberlyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17109478189330228210noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4225002167073848324.post-82812563249878313602014-10-28T20:49:00.000+03:002014-10-28T21:07:54.772+03:00The 'pros' of a placeLiving and traveling in various places has given me an appreciation for what each country has to offer. The <i>pros</i> of a place<i>.</i><br />
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In China the delicious spicy cuisine was a <i>pro. </i><br />
In Kenya it was the relaxed atmosphere (which I have to admit was sometimes a <i>con</i> as well).<br />
America has the best customer service in the world.<br />
Hungary the quietest people.<br />
The Italian and Swiss Alps win for stunning views.<br />
Denmark has amazing boutique shopping.<br />
Zanzibar the best beaches in the world.<br />
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Most recently my adventures took me to Scotland. And I think they have 'friendliness' going for them. Everyone was so nice. Always willing to chat. Generous. Their generosity and friendliness came out in full force when we went out one night with friends. We visited one of our co-workers in his hometown. His dad took us from pub to pub in the little town of Eyemouth (which you say exactly like it's written: eye mouth). Hanging out with intoxicated old men in a small Scottish pub showed the true friendliness of the Scots, especially as the night wore on.<br />
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At our last stop, our host showed us a photo hanging on the pub's wall that he took some years ago. I went back to look at it a little closer, then returned to the group for another drink. In the midst of my meandering back to my glass, another man in the pub went home and came back with a framed copy of the same photo I had just been looking at. He had snagged it some years ago and wanted me to have it, since I was admiring it on the wall. Seriously?! He went home and brought it back for me just because I was looking at it! I trekked the photo back to our host's house. I didn't feel good keeping it, since it was really a family keepsake. But I was astonished at the generosity and thoughtfulness of every Scottish person I met. Truly, the Scots are some of the nicest people in the world.<br />
<br />Kimberlyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17109478189330228210noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4225002167073848324.post-53703599948048938642014-10-17T19:31:00.001+03:002014-10-17T19:31:50.169+03:00To my mommy friendsI'm not a mommy. But I have a lot of mommy friends. And lately a lot of you have been expressing the pressure you feel as moms. I've heard you talk about it in private conversations, emails, blogs and when I ask you how you're doing. When I hear you express your stress, guilt, fears of judgement and the pressures on you to be super mommy, I want to cry. Because that sucks! None of us should have to live with that kind of pressure. So this is what I want to say to you...<br />
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Ignore the pressure. Screw the pressure. Forget the pressure. I know that is easier said than done, but that pressure has nothing to do with your kids. Because your kids don't really care about the themed birthday party or the matching outfit or the organic lunch. And here's how I know...<br />
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I grew up with a single mom with three kids. She wasn't there for all the ball games or music concerts or school plays. She had to work. (And let's face it, she was TIRED!) We didn't have bento box lunches; we had peanut butter and jelly sandwiches on wonder bread with two chips a'hoy cookies and a few potato chips from the big bag at home. We didn't have the newest clothes; we ordered the same five shirts, three pairs of pants, one package of underwear and one package of socks from the Sears catalogue every fall. We lived in a trailer for several years; our friends lived in two story houses with matching furniture in every room.<br />
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My mom's friends saw my sisters and me in our Sears catalogue clothes and eating no-frills lunches. They saw that my mom didn't always come to our events at school. They saw our mismatching furniture when they dropped off our friends for a sleep-over. But it's the things they didn't see that make me say <i>please let go of the mommy pressure</i>...<br />
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They didn't see that my sisters and I laid on my mom's bed every Saturday morning and talked and talked and talked. And my mom would just listen to our childhood and teenage ramblings. They didn't see my mom rush from work to make it to the band concert just in time. They didn't see her take me to the fabric store to pick out a homecoming dress and make it for me. They didn't see her mow the lawn or make dinner or put a band-aid on my finger. They didn't see her be my mom day in and day out. But I did. And even though we didn't have all the other things our friends had, I never felt without. Even when my mom said <i>go outside and play</i>, I didn't feel like she didn't want to be around me (although she probably didn't). Because I knew I was loved. Love. That's all your kids want. Kids are easy that way. Because the simplest things make kids happy...<br />
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This is what made me happy as a kid... I loved getting the Sears catalogue every fall and picking out what I wanted. I loved sitting on my mom's bed in that mismatching house every Saturday morning. I survived on peanut butter and jelly sandwiches and chips a'hoy cookies allowed me some good lunch trades at times. I liked when my mom let me do the decorating to our house, even if it wasn't the nicest looking. I felt extra proud when my mom made it to a school event because I knew it was hard for her. I loved eating her fried halibut and helping her plant flowers in the yard. It's only when I look back as an adult that I realize that the things I loved as a child would have been looked on very differently by adults. Maybe my mom's friends thought I was without and that my mom wasn't a good mommy. But I didn't. And that's the best part - kids don't care what other people think; they just care what their mommies think.<br />
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So mommy friends, please don't let the pressure from others, pressure from yourself or pressure from society make you feel stressed, inadequate or judged. You are super mommy already. Your super power is love.Kimberlyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17109478189330228210noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4225002167073848324.post-12749264211757377932014-10-11T10:24:00.002+03:002014-10-11T10:24:53.139+03:00What expats can learn from a six year old...A new student started in my class this week. Fresh off the boat from America. As he experienced his first two days of school, he taught me some things too. Reminders of moving to a new country. For the first time... <div>
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This sweet little guy had a great first day of school. Excited. Made new friends. The other kids in the class welcomed him with open arms, as international kids do. On Day 2 the same talkative, happy boy got teary-eyed about 20 minutes into the school day. Seeing "Assembly" on the schedule set it off because he didn't know what it was. A stomach ache and missing Mom and Dad followed the rest of the day. And it made me remember my own bouts of culture shock when I couldn't communicate that I wanted to buy strawberries in a Chengdu market or when I had to drive myself across Nairobi in rush hour. Whether 6 years old or 30, culture shock is real.</div>
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As is normal in an international school, when we met our new first grader, I asked him what country he came from. International kids always know how to respond to this. Sometimes they say one country, sometimes three, but they always name the countries they "come from". This child responded, "Minnesota". Again I asked, "That's a state. What country is it in?" After going back and forth with guided questions, I finally said, "Isn't Minnesota part of the United States of America?" A little quizzically he replied, "Ya." I forget that kids back home don't know much beyond their community. It's normal when they're six years old. But I've gotten used to 6-year-olds knowing all kinds of things about the world. Just ask them what they're going to do during the next school holiday. Most recently I've heard... eat chocolate in Belgium, go to a play park in Austria and visit Grandma and Grandpa in Scotland. <i>That's</i> not normal except to expats.</div>
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Near the end of the day Dad came to support his son adjusting to his new environment. This included tagging along to the assembly, which had set off the culture-shocking-day in the first place. We watched students share their learning, perform dances from five countries and show a small video clip of a man dancing around the world while cheers came from the audience with each country that came on the screen. At the end of the assembly, Dad was sharing how amazing it was to see all those countries and cultures represented in the assembly. He was enthusiastic about what his children will glean from being part of this international community. Yep, we're very lucky. We get so much from being part of all the diversity that being an expat provides. And the travel is a big plus too!</div>
Kimberlyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17109478189330228210noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4225002167073848324.post-73989982753558117562014-10-10T18:52:00.000+03:002014-10-11T11:02:37.373+03:00Atilla and IldikoAtilla and Ildiko live down the road from us. They're an elderly couple who are Hungarian, of course. The first time I met them was on the bus. They got off a couple stops before me that day. Atilla helped Ildiko down the step from the bus, as she limped and held her cane. I watched them saunter down the sidewalk as the bus pulled away destined for the next stop. When I got off, I jumped in my car. (We often park at the bottom of our "mountain" to catch the bus to the city.) As I turned the car to go up the "mountain", I saw Atilla walking beside Ildiko as she hobbled up the road. I thought, <i>she should not have to walk up this hill. </i>Then Atilla stuck his hand out to wave me down. They wanted a ride! I stopped, helped them in the car and off we went. They spoke no English. I spoke my pathetic bits of Hungarian. We established that I didn't speak German or Italian either. But we had a great little chat and I dropped them at their house.<br />
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A couple weeks later I saw them trekking up the hill again. I told Will to stop and pull over. We gave them a lift again with me giving the directions this time. Later I saw Atilla walking on the village sidewalk and gave him a shout and wave from my bike.<br />
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Atilla and Ildiko are a small part of my new Hungarian village life. They are part of what makes me like my little Hungarian "mountain".Kimberlyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17109478189330228210noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4225002167073848324.post-43964905749122535802014-06-20T22:39:00.001+03:002014-06-20T22:39:31.856+03:00My Hungarian Country LifeIt's been 18 years since I lived on a dirt road. And now I live on one again. Two weeks ago we moved to a small Hungarian village just outside Budapest. We're surrounded by forest, hiking trails, birds chirping and fruit trees. It's still up for debate if it was a good decision: country life vs. city life. But here are some of the highlights I love so far...<div>
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Running on winding trails through the forest with views like this...</div>
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Picking cherries from the four trees in our garden.</div>
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Sitting in the garden, pruning the garden, planting the garden, watching the garden grow.</div>
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Harvesting lavender from our garden.</div>
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Yes, I love the garden! And the 5 minute commute to work is a definite plus too. So far, country life is winning the debate. Or at least the garden is winning.</div>
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Kimberlyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17109478189330228210noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4225002167073848324.post-77443019186115921082014-05-29T18:20:00.000+03:002014-05-29T18:20:37.679+03:00Yes June!I could not have said it better. This blogger sums up June for expats...<br />
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And expat teachers... It's bitter-sweet. Hate the good-byes, but so thankful it's <i>finally</i> summer! Cheers to June... for all its craziness, sadness, happiness and excitement!<br />
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The thing about living abroad is that you make a lot of friends. And somehow you seem to run into people again even when you don't expect it. Even after 10 years! That's what happened this weekend... </div>
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When I was 22, I graduated university and headed off to China to seek adventure and my first teaching job. This weekend, one of my friends from that adventure arrived in Budapest. In 2002 I moved back to America from China, then Kenya and Hungary. While Fan Fan got married to an American friend, lived in China, then America and now has two beautiful daughters. Our lives have definitely changed since we first met in 2001!<br />
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This weekend we enjoyed catching up, hearing stories and hanging out again. Last time we saw each other was 2004 when I took a trip back to China. We traveled to Tibet together then, and now I'm showing her the sites in Budapest. As Fan Fan said to me today, "Who would have thought it back then."</div>
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The world is a very small place. All the places I've lived have enabled me to meet amazing people from all over the world, but somehow there are these moments where we bump into each other again. And each time that happens I learn again... People have many changes in their lives, but we really never change who we are. Friends remain friends and can pick up right where they left off.</div>
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Fan Fan, it has been so much fun! I'm thankful it's a small world!</div>
Kimberlyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17109478189330228210noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4225002167073848324.post-43346972108716822122014-05-24T11:18:00.001+03:002014-05-24T11:20:10.435+03:00Good-bye City LifeIn February, when we went home in the dark. When it took 45 minutes to get to work. When the city was dead. We decided to move to the village. Now it is May. The city is alive with the warm weather. The sun goes down at 8. And our car gets us to work in 20 minutes. But we're still moving away from the city to a small village of 7000 people.<br />
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I will miss the vibrance and laid-back-ness of the city.<br />
I will miss Indian take-out. Chinese. Mexican. Restaurants and cafes.<br />
I will miss walking downstairs to get an ingredient I need right then.<br />
I will miss public transportation at midnight, dropping me off right at my front door.<br />
I will miss many things about the city.<br />
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I can't wait to hop on my bike and go wherever the trail leads from my front door.<br />
I will like the 10 minute commute (by bike).<br />
I can't wait to have a small community of friends that hangs out just because.<br />
I look forward to filling my bike basket with veggies and fruits from the weekend market.<br />
I think I will like the village.<br />
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We move in June to a little village. It will be different, but good because change always brings new adventures. Looking forward to a new adventure in a little Hungarian village. (And the city is still only 20 minutes drive away.)Kimberlyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17109478189330228210noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4225002167073848324.post-33114137066872640682014-05-19T21:45:00.001+03:002014-05-19T21:45:51.390+03:00Another Year, Another EndingThere is one month left of school. Friends are starting to prepare to move to new countries. I'm filling out recommendation forms for students transferring to schools in Shanghai and Geneva. Work is stressful. Kids still come to school with smiles. Warm weather is <i>finally</i> emerging. We're all counting the days. It is the end of another year, a teacher's year.<br />
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This time of year is sweet and sour. A lot of good-byes are in the works. Kids get over emotional and react unexpectedly. Adults are on edge and thrilled all at the same time. My husband puts up with my stress. Everyone is tired.<br />
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At the same time, summer is coming and the hope of rest is in sight. After all the end of the year assessments. After writing reports. After helping children cope with good-byes and leaving. After field trips and sports days. After moving from a flat to a house. Summer will be here and so will the end of another great year.Kimberlyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17109478189330228210noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4225002167073848324.post-65831680345354406572014-04-28T22:26:00.003+03:002014-04-28T22:27:52.483+03:00Look who's visiting!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Will's brother, Sam, and our sweet nephew, Jacob, traveled from Mississippi to Budapest. Now we have a week of fun. Jacob is posting all his adventures on this website: <a href="http://www.porteradventures.weebly.com/">www.porteradventures.weebly.com</a>.<br />
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Kimberlyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17109478189330228210noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4225002167073848324.post-31839914155683199482014-04-19T23:16:00.001+03:002014-04-19T23:16:40.125+03:00Stars in our EyesFrom Hungary, through Austria, across Germany, hitting the tip of the Netherlands and finally arriving in Belgium. And then back. After 2000 kilometers of driving, we finished our first road trip in our new car. A couple months ago we found the car for us, so during our spring holiday we had to test its road-worthiness. As Will said about 5 hours into the trip (and about 25 more road hours to go), "I had stars in my eyes." We definitely decided on a BIG venture to start our European road tripping, but it had a great purpose... Westvleteren beer. One of Will's first hopes with this new car was to drive to Belgium and fill the car with beer. Well, we did just that. We are loaded up now. And if you know anything about <a href="http://www.beeradvocate.com/beer/profile/313/1545/" target="_blank">Westvleteren 12</a>, then you may think it VERY worth it. My dream was camping along the way. So we combined them and took off. The result was a lot of fun...<br />
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Kimberlyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17109478189330228210noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4225002167073848324.post-5154918996467527532014-03-23T14:33:00.000+03:002014-03-23T14:33:01.282+03:00The city is alive againSpring arrived a couple of weeks ago in Budapest. With the turn in weather, so too does the city change. People are everywhere. It's as if they are coming out of hibernation. People are happy. If someone bumps into you accidentally, instead of wandering off with that blank stare of winter dread, they smile and say <i><a href="http://en.wiktionary.org/wiki/bocs%C3%A1nat" target="_blank">bocsánat</a></i>. The cafés are putting their tables and chairs onto the streets. Walking down the sidewalk once again involves going through diners. The boats are cruising the river and tourists are looking at maps. The sun is out. The warm weather brings out joggers, bikers and picnickers. The tram stop at Margaret Island is buzzing anew. Flowers are blooming, trees are budding and I have Dutch tulips popping up in my flower boxes. Our terrace is in use, even now as I write this. Spring is here and the city is alive again.<div>
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