16-01-12 Love Expats Weekly Showcase
I’m thrilled to be writing the intro’s for the Expat Category every week. It gives me a perfect excuse to legitimize my addiction to expat blogs and means I can share my favourites with you. It was reading one such blog that inspired me to start my own and re-awoke my love of writing, which had lain dormant for years. The breadth of creativity out there in the blogosphere is awe-inspiring! Every day, I come across people whose imaginations I wish I could emulate. I’m a strait-laced, arms-by-your-side, eyes front, linear plodder by comparison!
So have a read of these, and inhale the flavour of a foreign land. You might join Frau Dietz for a light-hearted evaluation of zee Germans (hang onto your undercrackers; turns out they’re quite the wild bunch!) Emma at A Matter Of Choice discusses the painstaking analysis and research undertaken before moving to Cyprus – by others, of course! She’s more of a fly-by-the-seat-of-your-pants girl!
It’s all getting on top of Christine over at Koo Ki; school holidays meant the laundry was forgotten for a fortnight. It’s a good thing her husband has a strong independent streak. Any volunteers to pair socks? Russell is In Search Of A Life Less Ordinary in Sydney’s Northern Beaches. He tries to convince us that days filled with beach workouts, ocean swimming with his canine chum, Milo and whale-watching are preferable to the 9-5 commuter lifestyle so many of us lead. I’m sorry Russell, I just don’t see how…
Apologies to Kirsty at 4 kids, 20 suitcases & a beagle for having my blog in the Blog Link field of her submission, but like a good book, I had to pass her on. Her blog has been a favourite of mine for some time, with its relevance, humour and insight combining to deliver a powerful message cleverly embedded within snapshots of expat family life in Doha. I’ve been following her since I started blogging and she’s the cat’s pyjamas! I just know you’ll love her! Check out what she has to say about that oft-misunderstood creature The Expat Wife. Now you’re here Kirsty, you can submit the next one J
Anyway, that should keep you all busy for a while, I’m off out to make the most of the sun, we’ve got a high of minus ten here today – positively summery compared to the minus twenty-five wind-chill yesterday!
Until next time…
Introduction kindly written by Aisha from Expatlogue.
Letters From Frau Dietz – Frau Dietz and the Germans
I’ve come to realise that many of my preconceptions about Germany have been crushed through my interactions with Wiesbadeners and the Mainzers across the river. Here are five of my rather more superficial evaluations of the Germans, some of which may affirm their stereotype a little and some of which come as a surprise, but all of which are of course (disclaimer alert) vastly sweeping generalisations based on my geographically limited experience of Germany during my time as an expat here so far…
A Frog At Large – The Best Thing About The Epiphany
Today is 6th January and around the world the feast of Epiphany is observed. In England, you might know it as Twelfth Night. If you haven’t already done so, you are only a few days away from taking down your tree (we tend to do it the weekend following New Year’s Day); you think the festivities are all over and then there is Epiphany and my favourite tart of them all: the Galette des Rois. Yay!
A matter of choice – Do you want to move to Cyprus?
So, how did this huge life changing decsion come about I expect you are wondering….
maybe years spent holidaying in Cyprus?
months of careful research?
a “too good to pass up” job offer?
family or friend connections?
koo • ki – First Socks, Then Shoes
Some things just can’t be undone. It doesn’t matter if I cook his favorite meal tonight and buy gummi bears for dessert. Or put the children to bed by myself. I could even stand on my head and do naked splits in the air. No matter what I do, it won’t change the fact that this morning when my husband tried to get ready for work, he couldn’t find any clean socks, anywhere. He couldn’t find clean pants either.
Nightmares do come true.
In Search of a Life Less Ordinary – Life’s a Beach
I had a ‘need to pinch myself’ moment this week.
I was sat on the beach gazing out at the ocean and taking in the views when I spied a pod of humpback whales playing in the water not 500 metres from where I sat.
At first I could only see the tell-tale plumes of spray blowing skywards from the top of the humpbacks. The, as the pod swam closer, the distinctive tail flukes appeared as these majestic creatures flipped entirely out of the water, twisted in midair, and landed loudly on their sides. It was breathtaking to witness.
Expatlogue – The Expat Wife – by Kirsty Rice
Expat wives have a terrible reputation. Gin swilling, lazy, diamond dripping, drunk by lunch time, double kissing, designer handbag owning, do I need to go on?
Of course now that it’s 2010 they’re no longer called expat wives, they’re “trailing spouses,” yep, thanks for that, I feel so much better now. I love the visual of me trailing behind G, hunched over and waiting for direction. Maybe we’ll forget about the title.
So, who and what is she?
love . inspiration . style . happiness – Back home and 30
Moving from a capital city to the place we now call home was somewhat of a culture shock to say the least. There are a lot of differences, not being able to cycle everywhere being one, er have you seen the hills! But the main difference is that we live a very simple life here, almost as if in times gone by. The life is quiet, laid back, peaceful. A country walk here, a pub lunch there, a cozy snuggle by the fire.
Not Just the Blues – Does the Bin Man Drive a Garbage Truck
…She quickly ran through the few verses we’d sing. The last one was slightly different than the “shout hooray” verse I was used to, but the variation wasn’t that massive.
“If you’re happy and you know it shout ‘Weeee – ahhhh, Weee-ahhh!,’” I sang confidently.
“If you’re happy and you know it shout ‘wee-ahh, weee-ahh!”
“If you’re happy and you know it and you really want to show it, if you’re happy and you know it…”
The penny dropped.
The rest of the parents continued, and I silently mouthed along with the words
“…shout WE ARE!”