8 months. 5 continents. 16 countries. 20 flights. Too many buses, trains, boats, ferries, rental cars, taxi cabs and tuk tuks to count. Ditto with guest houses, hostels, hotels, lodges, cabins, apartments and houses.
We’ve circumnavigated the globe and, as with many life-altering journeys, finished where we started. Home.
Yet I can’t quite shake the feeling that I am a fish out of water. Everything is simultaneously familiar and foreign. Reverse culture shock is what they call it (whoever “they” are). Perhaps that explains the vague sense of guilt I felt the other day when I dropped a pair of socks in the laundry bin after only one wear – an act that would have been far too decadent when our “washing machine” was the bathroom sink. It’s hard to reconcile living out of a single bag for eight months and then returning to a big house with so much stuff. It’s equally hard to accept that the adventure is over. Continue reading
Hello everyone! Cate here! All the Fab5ers are looking forward to the 7-day cruise we are boarding today! I know I am going to enjoy the food and activities on-board.
But this post is more of a recap of our time at Disney World and Universal Studios Orlando (talk about maximum reverse culture shock). So I will start by telling you that…. Continue reading
Place du Général de Gaulle (the main square in Lille)
When I was a young girl, I loved big cities. Compared to the small town I lived in on Vancouver Island, they seemed full of possibilities – so many things to see and do. And the city lights at night? Magic. For the most part, the cities I visited as a kid were in Canada or the US.
But there is something even more special about big European cities, and this past week we’ve soaked up the beauty and history of both London, England and Lille, France. Continue reading
Categories: England, France
Greetings from Jolly Olde England. While the weather has been somewhat dismal (I guess we’re getting acclimatized for our return to rainy Vancouver at the end of January), we’ve had a fabulous time visiting with family over the past couple of weeks. So much so that we haven’t felt like blogging (I think we have a bit of blog fatigue as well, but I imagine we will squeeze out a few more).
We’re heading into London today and then on to France to visit more family, but here’s a recap in pictures of our time in England (and a bonus picture of our very special Christmas non-dinner in Ethiopia). Continue reading
At times over the past ten days, I’ve felt our extended road trip through the hinterland of Ethiopia may have been a bit too adventurous, given we’re almost seven months into our journey and feeling quite travel weary. Continue reading
Hey everyone; Cate here! We left Addis Ababa a few days ago and are now on a road trip across the Northern part of Ethiopia. We spent a day in the city Bahir Dar and took a long boat trip to an island on Lake Tana where we saw two very interesting Christian Orthodox monasteries with beautiful paintings dating back 700 years.
Fasilides Castle built in 1635 by Emperor Fasilides Adam Sagad who is credited with founding Gondor
That was my Dad’s request back in December 2007, just before we traveled to Ethiopia to adopt Meskie. He was none too pleased at my response, which while sympathetic, explained in no uncertain terms why it wasn’t going to happen.
- Ethiopia does not have a national train system.
- The trip to Gondor from the capital city of Addis Ababa would take several long days of driving in poor road conditions.
- Taking said road trip would be a unique form of torture with three children ages 1, 2 and 5 (two in diapers and one likely thinking something along the lines of “Who are these pasty aliens who have taken me away from everything and everyone I knew?”) Continue reading
Six years ago, we arrived in Addis Ababa, Ethiopia as a family of four. The next day we were a family of five… at least on paper. In reality, you don’t just snap your fingers and “become” family. It takes time and shared experiences — lots of both. The good, the bad, and the mundane. Continue reading
Concert at Bulugha School near Chintsa on the Wild Coast
I continue to be amazed how international travel can make the world seem so big and yet so small at the same time. One moment we are immersed in a culture and reality completely removed from our own, and the next we feel as though we have been transported back home. Sometimes it makes my head spin, and I struggle to absorb it all.
We’ve gone months without meeting a single person from Canada or even the US. This week we met several Americans, including a Colorado man working on a water project in Lesotho. And today I had a long chat with a woman from Abbotsford who has spent the past year setting up a new program at a university in Nairobi. Continue reading
Outside 34 South restaurant on Knysna Waterfront
… we were at the southernmost tip of Africa, at Cape Agulhas, with only one road in and out of the small village. It had been raining. Hard. For several days. We were advised that the road would be closed if the rain continued overnight.
As we made our way out of the area the next morning, all seemed fine. In fact, the pools of water we drove through the day before were mostly gone. And then we past the “road closed” drum cans. Why did we continue against all common sense, you may ask? Well, we were right behind a large SUV, and by the time we saw the signs on the drum cans, we had already entered the flooded roadway. The SUV kept going. A car passed us going the other way. The road wasn’t completely closed off, unlike others we previously had to backtrack from. We figured it must be a small pool of water.
We were wrong. Continue reading