Some conversations from the last month: Koh Samui, driving around the Southern parts of the island Maher: Les gars, vous avez vu les vaches? Et il y a des chevaux aussi! (Hey guys, did you see the cows? There are horses as well!) Me: Do you know what cows eat? Leila: Gra-nola On the beach … Continue reading Conversations
Category: Discovering places
Our travel stories
Lei La the Lao Wai
This evening my children and I spent a couple of hours running and playing at a neighbouring housing complex. A friend joined us. While the children were playing on the slides and mini monkey bars my friend stayed close to them, allowing me to respond to a text message on my phone. A little girl … Continue reading Lei La the Lao Wai
See You Later Samui-Gator
The Beach Shala @ Samahita
Beachboard / Blackboard Koh Samui
The Lebanese Road
Yogaholic
It was when Maher and I lived in Lebanon that I started to attend yoga classes on a regular basis. It went from 1 session a week, to 3, then 5, and eventually up to 7 or 8. I started at the Sivananda Centre, two doors down from my flat in Gemmayze. It was interesting, … Continue reading Yogaholic
Two Articles at Multicultural Mothering
An excerpt of "Two Articles on Bilingualism" follows: Catch the rest of the post, and many more interesting ones by other of my mum friends at Multicultural Mothering - our shared blog. http://multiculturalmothering.com --------------- We flew from Beirut to Abu Dhabi (“adi badi” as Rahul calls it) on Etihad Airways, the United Arab Emirates carrier, … Continue reading Two Articles at Multicultural Mothering
Blowing in the Wind
A week ago at the Koh Samui Airport; the four of us are rushing to our plane in an open air buggy. Leila pushes me. She shouts, “WOW! Mum. Look't Leila hair,” as she runs her fingers through her hair. “Yes! Your hair is blowing in the wind.” “Rawul awso,” she says, pointing at her … Continue reading Blowing in the Wind
Dear Dr. Seuss (part 2)
Dirt Feet My hair is long, From neglected times gone My eyes are red, Watering the African Violets In my head My heart is heavy, Listening for sounds, Memories not ready My feet are bare, Together a pair How rare the sweet smell, Of wet, black soil, Caught between my toes No longer without a … Continue reading Dear Dr. Seuss (part 2)
Natasha Devalia 