I often get asked when we will move back to the States…
“How many more countries before we go to Portland for the summer?” asks my five-year-old daughter who keeps track of time by countries visited. “Two, Turkey and India.” I answer
My friend tells me, “Hey you guys, we just bought Entourage Season Five for 75 baht. I think that is like $2 USD. Oh no wait, did we buy this is with baht or riel?”
My almost seven-year-old son and I were watching CNN World and when the “weather city update” finished, he said, “That is my favorite part of CNN!”
“Why” I asked.
“Because it reminds me of everyone we know.” He said. “Lagos…Brasilia…Beijing…New York…”
“Goodnight Ganga!” we say to our nanny Ganga (which means “mother of India”) who is from right outside of Mumbai, India. On November 28th our family sat together with her while she watched the news with tears in her eyes.
“Angola is a place I would consider living” my husband tells me one random night.
“WHAT? Africa, again?” I say.
“Well, they speak Portuguese and it might be right career-wise for you.” He answers.
"How about St. Petersberg for Spring Break?" my friend asks to anyone listening.
My other friend answers, "No way, too cold, still snowing in Russia. I say we do India."
"The Maldives! Great surfing in the Maldives..." my husband chimes in.
"I still think we should go snowboarding in Iran!" someone else whines.
I have to say, I am not sure we ever will…
Recounting....
"Life is not what one lived, but what one remembers and how one remembers it in order to recount it."
Gabriel Garcia Marquez
Gabriel Garcia Marquez
15 January 2009
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*sigh* I'm selfish I know...but I want you in Portland. Although you'd wilt and droop here...Keep traveling mamacita, keep BLOOMING!
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