Tag: International School
-
Happy Birthday, Son
My younger son turned 23 yesterday and I am 7000 miles away. In many ways, I have Phillip to thank for this. He has taught me so much about living life courageously. I suspect he has no idea of his influence. So, this blog is a gift to my son, Phillip. Happy Birthday, man! When…
-
Thai Massage: It’s Complicated
Rick makes an audible sigh from the cushion next to me. I barely open my eyes and glance over at him. The woman is standing on my husband. Feet nimbly embedded on his thighs, slowly shifting weight from side to side, she works her toes into his tired muscles. I smile. Thai Massage. Typically weighing…
-
Sour Spicy Yummy
“What are ya eating, John?” I called down the hall at school. John, 11, turns around and smiles. He’s holding a snack package with a kid friendly design and Thai writing. “It’s my favorite Miss Melissa! Do you want some?” I walk closer. It looks interesting. Long brownish strips on sticks. They look a little…
-
Weirder Than Bangkok
“This is weirder than Bangkok,” Rick mumbled and looked at me in disbelief as we stood in the middle of Fred Meyer wondering where our full-to-the-brim shopping cart had gone. We had just finished a grueling, grocery marathon of Christmas dinner stuff – two days before Christmas. Rib Roast, fancy IPA beer and local wines.…
-
So, what are ya gonna do?
“Ladies and Gentlemen, we are making our final descent. As per Malaysian government regulation, your flight attendants will be fumigating the cabin with a non-toxic insecticide. Please cover your nose and mouth. Thank you.” I look up in disbelief from the Duty Free catalog. Rick and I make “significant” eye contact and look around. No…
-
Same Same….Different
From my blog posts so far, you may not realize that I have actually been working for the last 6 weeks. My culture shock outside of school has been pretty dramatic. Blog worthy stuff, I’d say. My transition to my new school? As the Thai say, Same Same….Different. I start my morning with my vintage…
Gonzo Girl 