London is beautiful, bustling with life, and full of charm. Central London is absolutely gorgeous and I fall in love every time I go there. There is so much to see but unfortunately, so little time if you are a tourist. One of the merits of being an expat is that you are a tourist in the city where you live and you can enjoy this all year round. Whatever the case, don’t worry. Even if you only have a couple of days to spend in London, you’ve got a number of sightseeing options to choose from. My favourite so far – London Duck Tours.
Hello again, my dear readers!
This is not exactly a blog post – parenting, family, expat or whatsoever. Neither is it a recipe or book review. I just wanted to say ‘Hi again’ to all of you who happen to stop by and read my stuff. Thank you for that, I deeply appreciate it.
If you’ve been wondering where I have been for the last few weeks (and my tiny little ego hopes that some of you have been wondering lol), the answer is quite prosaic – I was at home, our new home. Yeap, we moved home last month. Huge heaps of belongings waiting for me to pack and unpack, organising things, etc., etc. You know how it is, pretty stressful. Even if your new home is not so far away from the previous one. At least, my boy didn’t have to change school. He loves being at that school with his friends, so we thought it would be better for him to keep going there for now.
It’s Christmastime already. I just wanted to wish you all a wonderful Christmas, cosy and joyful.
Our little family of three is celebrating on our own. This is one of the frustrations of being an expat – there are people you miss badly at Christmas, people who are still there, in the homeland, and you desperately want to give them a hug, to talk to them in the snugness of your own home, the home you have spent so many Christmases. Well, nostalgia will never cease.
But now it’s Christmas. And we are happy. Continue reading
“It’s the most wonderful time of the year…” Definitely. To me, Christmas has always been such a special time. As a child, I loved the spirit of Christmas so much. Now, I am an adult and a mother too, but my fondness of winter festivities has not changed.
What if I still believe in Santa? What if I still believe in magic? I know, it doesn’t sound rational for a grown-up to believe in Santa’s secret village, elves or flying sleighs. But it is Christmas, we are allowed to believe in anything good, in anything that could beat unkindness, hopelessness or misery.
And I want my child to believe. In Christmas. In Santa Claus. In the power of good. In the power of family and home. Christmas means happiness. It means thousands of precious family moments. This is how I want him to perceive this time of the year. If believing in magic is what it takes, so be it!