“I can do it!”  came the feisty response from 76 year old Señora Ora when I offered to help her carry some bags up the 15 or so steps to her front door… I got back into my car and chuckled to myself, “I know you can… you can do anything…!” and truly, honestly, Ora is one of the most

If it were up to me, I would officially ban Aaron from any more business travel… we are suffering too much… we are not superstitious, I swear, but we are starting to wonder about the possible correlation between Aaron’s work travel and the universe that seems to crash down around us whenever he is away!  🙂   A disproportionate number

I know that having only put in 6 months, we are still considered “baby-expats”.  I’ve met many people who are beginning their third of fourth assignment and seem very at ease about this life – of course everyone has a story, but on the surface, they seem to have figured out how to adjust and carry on, which I suppose

“WE MADE WAZE!!!” Aaron and the kids headed out to school, I got the garbage out and made my coffee and settled in with my Butterscotch, who was eagerly waiting for me to finally sit down for a warm lap.  We actually woke to pouring rain this morning, and realize that we may actually be in true rainy season… it’s

  I orchestrate to minimize the chaos of the morning lunch prep and pack/kids clean and dressed/breakfast inputted/projects and supplies in backpacks and Aaron braves the traffic to take the kids to school on his way to work.  A fair division of labour that saves me from the insanity of the roads for a few hours until pick-up time!  He

Went to a “Newcomer’s Club” meeting last week. I know I’ve nearly been here 5 months, but I still very much feel like a “newcomer”. And I met others who have been here since August and still consider themselves “newcomers”. I realized that it IS actually very difficult to get used to living here. I realized that I am not

I think I just bought a weed. For a lot. I was in the WalMart parking lot, loading up my weekly shop (old habits die hard… I live close to so many malls (too many really!) and I still only shop once per week – like I did at home, living in the sticks 🙂 and I’d make a weekly

“What did you do today?” “I got my hair cut.” “Oh, nice hair cut.” “Thanks.” “What else did you do?” “Well, I waited to get my hair cut…” “Yeah, I got that, anything else?” …(excitedly, seeming to ignore the question, or stuck on the last question…hard to determine) “there was a foosball table, a pool table – can you believe

(I know this is a week overdue, but internet connection has been sketchy for a while… hoping that is resolved soon!  And besides, as Mansell said, “Mother’s Day should be every day!!” Smart kid!!  🙂   ) Happy Mother’s Day to all Moms! Hooray for Moms! A new experience, this Mexican Mother’s Day. Unlike Canada/US, countries that celebrate Mother’s Day

  Our first official outing in Mexico City happened shortly after we arrived here on December 23. That was a while ago now. Since no travelogue is complete (in my opinion) without pictures, I required the arrival of our container of contents to add photos to these posts. Of course, in the chaos of packing up, I inadvertently packed the