When we found out it was ‘official’ that we were moving home, I wasn’t quite ready to share our news with the internet world, simply because I wasn’t sure myself how I felt just yet. I didn’t know what to…
We’re Moving…And it’s a BIG One!
It was only two years ago that we bought our house in France so that we’d have a home-base to go to from Africa that was a bit closer to Congo than Canada was. I’ll never forget my Dad’s reaction,…
That Time I Got Malaria in Africa
Palu. That’s what they call it here. In French, malaria is referred to as le paludisme, or palu for short. Where I originally come from, it’s not a word that’s even in your vocabulary unless you’re on your way to…
Third Culture Kid. What’s That?
You may have heard me talk about third culture kids, or maybe you’ve wondered why I sometimes add #tck to my Instagram posts. Before I was in the expat circle, and became a parent abroad, I’d never even heard the…
Why I Will NOT Take a Year-Long Family Trip Around the World
Last summer my husband and I were talking about what our ‘game plan’ was going to be. We talked about where we wanted to end up in five years, and what we want for the kids in our future. Deep,…
Why I (Still) Blog
It’s kind of hard to believe I’ve been hacking away at these keys for almost three years now! When I starting blogging I had very few expectations of where my blog would end up or what it would mean to…
It Takes a Compound to Raise a Child. How Ironic.
If you look at it the right way, irony has a great sense of humour. Before we left on vacation in December, I had been in Congo since August. It was easily a record for me, who usually leaves for…
Syrian Cooking in Africa
Often times, when you hear of a country, your mind goes directly to one thing. Paris-Eiffel Tower Italy-pasta Russia-cold Unfortunately, when someone says Syria, for many people, their mind goes to the political unrest that has been in the news…
Lebanese Cooking in Africa
Lebanese Cooking in Africa With Batul Last year when I got to Congo I met Batul, who I never saw without a smile on her face. She was so nice, but I couldn’t quite figure her out. I swear she…
French Cooking in Africa
It was the end of August 2016, and I was in Paris’ Charles de Gualle Airport, with two very tired little girls. We had been up since 4:00am for a big day of travel to our new home in Congo.…