Transylvania. The very name conjures a cinematic mash-up of monster iconography: deep black forests, spiky medieval lairs. Even seasoned travellers are apt to ask if it’s a real place. It is – this region of Romania extends from Brasov in the east to Cluj Napoca in the north, and almost as far west as Hungary. It comes by its horror-genre… Read More Far from the Vlad-ding Crowd
Dear Skerne Park Academy: I just found about you, a magical school in England where the parents apparently wear pyjamas and slippers during the School Run (for Americans reading, the School Run is the act of dropping kids off at, and picking them up from, school). This didn’t best please the head teacher (a.k.a. school… Read More Open Letter to Pyjama-Wearing Parents of Skerne Park
Maybe we’ve made it sound like one big adventure on Facebook, but that’s hard to avoid doing: expatriation really is an opportunity to be a tourist in your own life. US-based, my family wouldn’t have traveled to seven countries in the span of 12 months, learning how to say “hello,” “thank you” and “excuse me”… Read More One Year Later
The man I married and I share a few fundamental differences, but the most glaring is this: he is a proficient skier, and I am not. Multiple ski trips and at least three different encounters with private lessons have done little to raise my level of skiing fitness beyond “perpetual beginner,” as my husband lovingly… Read More Should Have Known Better
I spent my 40th birthday in what must be the least appealing venue: an airport, on a layover. Despite being logistically essential to many journeys, layovers rarely rate with the experience of the destination itself, and people will do anything to avoid it. Get from Point A to Point B, and forget what’s in between.… Read More Layover
Mommy Goes Mummy 