Wednesday, November 12, 2014

Roller Coaster Moments

November 12, 2014



I’m having technical difficulties receiving comments to this blog. I am working on getting that fixed; in the meantime, thanks for your patience.
I did, however, recently receive this letter from a reader and I wanted to share it here (with her gracious permission – thank you, Lorrie) and my response.
Accompanying this post are some bird pictures I’ve taken over the years.







Hi Leigh,
I am someone who is working towards moving to Ecuador.
I am from Michigan, temporarily in Florida until my house sells, then on to Ecuador. I go from being depressed that things are taking so long to being a bit freaked that I am really going to do this and it's a gigantic mistake.
Reading your blog was a comfort to me since my biggest worry is that I will be alone and isolated. You seem to run into friends everywhere and are living a pretty social life (put that on your list of things to appreciate). I was wondering how you have come to know so many expats in Ecuador?
I am working hard at learning Spanish but it is slow going and not fun yet. I am determined to become fluent but don't expect it to happen overnight.
Do you have any advice about coming to Ecuador? Not sure where I want to live yet.
Thinking I would take a few months and stay in different areas. Where would you recommend?
Thanks so much for writing your blog. I enjoyed reading it. Keep writing!
Lorrie




Hi Lorrie,
I want you to know that your letter came at a timely moment, and touched me to the core.
Thank you for your kind words about the blog, for reminding again to be ever grateful through all circumstances, and for your encouragement regarding my writing.   Sometimes I think I am just writing into thin air (especially since I haven’t yet figured out the blog-site’s technical glitch that is preventing and/or complicating comments made to my more recent posts).




I appreciate your letter for your transparency and honesty that it took to write it.
First of all, the things you are feeling as you get ready to make this leap ARE NORMAL.  If you weren’t “a bit freaked” out at this point, you would be an exception.  I safely venture to say that anyone who has made this move has gone through that phase.
It is one of the scarier and harder emotional roller-coaster moments during your journey towards a new life as an expat.  I think for most people, it gets easier once you’re here – especially for those who keep an open-mind, and who packed mental flexibility and a sense of humor.  Don’t worry about the “patience” part…trust me, that muscle will get exercised here.
Just breath deep, let go, and jump.
You don’t yet know your Ecuadorian destination. Take your time; explore the areas that interest you.  You will know it when you find it…or you may decide Ecuador is not your cup of tea.  That’s okay too. I cannot stress enough that this is not a little United States, and every day will bring new adaptations and adjustments that need tweaking.

It has been my observation that wherever you land in Ecuador, you will not likely feel isolated. The Ecuadorian people are warm and generous – though I strongly encourage any and all efforts to learn the language, however lame you may feel at it for quite a while.
Speaking for myself, the friendly and easygoing coastal Ecuadorian locals in my little town were high on the list of reasons for moving to Olón.  When we moved here (permanently) four and a half years ago, there were very few full-time expats living in our area.

That has changed considerably since then, and just about anywhere you go in Ecuador now, there is likely to be a thriving expat community, to interact with as you choose.
How do I know so many expats?
Well, I bought property here over seven years ago, so I’ve been on the various forums for some time. That was about the same time Facebook took off also, so many of the people I now know personally are people I “met” initially on FB.
That, and Ecuador is just a dang small country.  Everyone seems to know everyone in Ecuador (gringos and locals, alike).  Before you know it, you will be bumping into familiar friends all the time.
I look forward to getting to know you better!
Please keep me updated on your progress, and wishing you the best.

Leigh



Friday, October 31, 2014

You Can Take the Girl Outta Kansas...

October 31, 2014


But there is at least one cheerful Kansas City gal in Ecuador right now.
What a great World Series!
And (ahem…arggg) a big congrats to the Giants.  Well played!
Yes, we lost. But I am so proud of my hometown!
As I mentioned the other night on FB, there is a caveat:
“I’ve never been a big sports fan and generally would prefer scraping off wallpaper than watch baseball on TV” …but…

The good news is that I’ve been able to watch the games. The bad news is that my announcers are speaking in español.
Like I would understand baseball in any language?
Yet, I’ve been glued to the screen during the games. After 29 years, the Royals make it to the World Series. Who wouldn’t be?
I know the basics of baseball, but my ignorance is thus that early in the Series, I had to Wiki “the top and bottom of innings” because I always forget which one means the “start” and the “finish” of one of them.
And I’ve finally figured out the plastic earpiece/earmuff placement over players’ ears.









By the sixth game on Monday night, I was on pins and needles.  Third inning, I think.  Royals have the bases loaded, and I’m watching the next batter step up to the plate…YES!  YES!  YES!
And then… My new TV dish satellite reception GOES OUT.
NO! NO! NO!
I got on Facebook right away to beg for updates or a quick-fix stream link on my computer to watch it live.  I want to thank all those who had their laptops nearby and responded to my S.O.S.
In particular, Emily and Scott Bloomquist (they have a great blog at “Time for phase three”) for giving me this MLB link until my satellite reception came back on.  Emily and Scott are good friends of mine, live in Puerto Lopez, and are Giants fans.  We had a good-natured bet on this game, involving the loser traveling to the other’s town to buy the winners a meal.

My, my…  Watching those little robots on the MLB site gave me an education.  I was desperate.
First time I’ve ever become acquainted with the terms “on the deck” and “in the hole”.

And during the last game, my brother and I had a back and forth email conversation that went something like this (see below - heavily edited for curse words, and the “sent time stamps” are a little confusing because of the time difference).  It appears the time "sent" stamps are reversed and reflect the recipient's time.
For the record, I am currently on the same time zone as Kansas City, and my brother lives in California.

All the games started at 7PM here.



LEIGH:
Sent: Wed, Oct 29, 2014 5:56 pm
I’m a little confused (remember, I’m watching this en español – as if I would understand the game better if it was in ingles).
But the Royal's batter who got hit by the ball – what happened…..did they walk him?  Did they substitute another runner or batter?   And what is his name?
This is getting to be a really fun game now!

JACK:
Sent: Wednesday, October 29, 2014 8:06 PM
He is the catcher and he has played the entire season (meaning his back-up has not played at all).  He chose to play through the pain, because in baseball, once you are subbed out of a game, you are out the rest of the game.  So yes, he walked to first, and while most other teams would have then substituted him for the back-up, I guess the Royals feel he is too crucial to leave the game.

LEIGH:
Sent: Wed, Oct 29, 2014 6:07 pm
His name?

JACK:
Sent: Wednesday, October 29, 2014 8:11 PM
It is either Salvador Perez or George Clooney.  I get them totally mixed up.....

LEIGH:
Sent: Wed, Oct 29, 2014 6:44 pm
Ha ha. Very funny.
Now it’s the bottom of the fourth and I have a question.
Are those Giant pitchers (now on the second one) trying to castrate our players with those throws?
Is that legal in baseball?
Another Royal's batter just got hit with the ball.

JACK:
Sent: Wednesday, October 29, 2014 8:52 PM
It is not illegal, because it is hard to determine if the pitcher did it intentionally.  That said, an umpire does have the discretion to toss a pitcher out of the game if he thinks it was done intentionally.

LEIGH:
Sent: Wed, Oct 29, 2014 6:56 pm
I would have called that last pitch a “ball” – rather than a strike.  It seemed too low to me to be in strike zone (which clearly I don’t have a perception of yet).

JACK:
Sent: Wednesday, October 29, 2014 9:08 PM
It is tricky, because the camera is placed to the right side of the pitcher (as you are looking at the batter).  So it is always a distorted view.
What pisses me off is that they do have the technology to truly determine strikes and balls, but they refuse to incorporate it in the name of tradition.  It IS either a strike or a ball.  Why not make it completely fair, instead of letting a bunch of old white guys try to make the call?
The Royals hitter was clearly thrown a ball (the graphic after the pitch clearly showed it to be low and on the outside, by at least six inches.  But the umpire called it a strike.
I do not understand why MLB owners refuse to make the game more up to date.

LEIGH:
Sent: Wed, Oct 29, 2014 7:13 pm
What are those paper maché Pandas about?

JACK:
Sent: Wednesday, October 29, 2014 9:15 PM
I have no f’n idea...






Anyway, I want to say congratulations to the Giants!  You earned it.  But we’ll be back.
And Emily and Scott, looking forward to seeing you guys in Puerto Lopez soon.


Saturday, October 25, 2014

Sweet Spot

October 25, 2014


Jorge's beach tienda
It was a little bit of a re-adjustment for me when I returned to Ecuador after spending two months in Germany with family, but I’ve fallen in love with Olón all over again.
I feel so lucky to live here – this really is just a great, great little town!
Olón is situated along one of the most beautiful, wide beaches on the coast of Ecuador, the weather is generally mild (though a little mucky this time of year), fresh seafood is readily available, and produce is cheap, diverse, and plentiful.  The pace of life is simpler, slower and more relaxed than in the States.

But I think more than anything, it is the local Ecuadorians who make this such a sweet spot to live.  They have been unfailingly kind, generous, and warm to me in the years that I have lived here.
Everywhere I go in town, I am greeted by friendly waves, sunny smiles, and hearty “hola Lees!”  (for some reason, virtually all my local friends call me “Leese” – adding an “s” to my name.  It’s taken me awhile to figure out the reason for this, but I think it’s because the name “Leigh”/“Lee” is an unfamiliar name to them, but the name “Liz” is not, so that’s what they call me).  At any rate, I am grateful for the congenial manner in which they have made me feel welcome in this community.

This “winter” (June through November) has been much milder than in years past, although the last couple of weeks the weather has been overcast, with a steady drizzle.  The locals take this in stride, and the town bustles with the normal daily activities (vendors on foot and bicycles hawking their wares, kids playing in the streets and the park, lots of construction continues to go on).

Every year around this time, a couple of
aerobic teachers show up several afternoons
a week to lead a large crowd of townies
in exercises.



Garage sales and thrift stores are not
concepts that have "caught on" in Ecuador, so
this relatively new vendor selling used
clothing in our park on weekends is somewhat
of a novel idea. 



Birthday parties for kids are a
BIG DEAL, and I recently attended one for my
4-yr old buddy, Sebastian.
His parents Vicente and Tomasa run
Johanita's tienda near my house.
It was really cute.  Total "Spiderman" theme.



I started taking Qi gong classes a couple of weeks ago (at Casa del Sol, with Tito).  It’s been a long, long time since I’ve done any type of workout, so I figured Qi gong was probably a good place to start.
I’ve been going a few mornings a week, and already feel the mental and physical well-being of going to these classes.






I've also recently gotten into the habit of buying a fresh coconut on the beach each day, and enjoying the milk, and then the meat.  I’m hearing and reading so much lately about the benefits of coconut water that I decided it was silly not to try it, since fresh coconuts are sold right on the beach ($1.50), ready to stick a straw in.
I am hooked now.  Coconut water is refreshing, nourishing, tasty, and rejuvenating.  And after I finish my drink, I return to my vendor Jorge, who obligingly hacks the coconut open, digs out all the meat, puts it in a plastic bag, and I have a healthy snack to bring home.


Jorge's son Teo preparing my
coconut meat "to go" after finishing my drink.


Photo courtesy of Robyn
I’ve been treating myself to some awesome massages (which are reasonably priced here and a number of specials are being offered during low season).
Last weekend, I enjoyed the $40 special combo of Spinal Alignment Thermal Massage and Deep Tissue Massage being offered the Bromelia Lodge in Dos Mangas.  It involved  40 minutes lying on a heated spinal alignment massage table, followed by a delightful (!) massage by Robyn Luck, a Licensed Massage Therapist, who normally works out of Punta Cielo Spa, on the point in Montañita (next to Casa del Sol).  Robyn also offers facials and scrubs, and just began teaching a Pilates class on Saturday mornings from 9-10 at the Montañita Gym.  Robyn can be contacted by phone at 097 964 6151, or through her FB page 

Additionally, I’m fortunate that my new upstairs neighbor, Colleen Geis is also a massage therapist who offers:
  • Massage Therapy:Advanced Training
  • CranioSacral Therapy:Advanced Training
  • Visceral Therapy
  • Pranic Healing:Advanced Training
I’ve enjoyed a couple of sessions with her (and how very convenient that I only need to walk upstairs to get one - $30), though Colleen also will travel to your place (Cadeate to La Entrada) for an additional $5.  She knows her stuff, and worked out a few of my kinks after I returned from Germany, sore from lifting my grand-kids and fiddling with annoying buckles.   Her phone number is  093 982 6410.



Enjoying a sunny day at the beach
playing dominoes with some buddies.




Notice the KC Royals colors in the foreground?

But I guess the biggest highlight of the last few weeks was that I finally broke down and installed satellite TV.  I’ve gone four and a half years without broadcast television, and confess that on our more wet outdoor days, I’ve enjoyed catching up on shows I haven’t seen in a long time.
One of the bigger catalysts spurring me to install my dish is because Kansas City is my hometown, and the KC Royals are in the World Series.
I really want to watch these games!  




(Did I actually just say that???...I am not a big sports fan, and never imagined the words “I want to watch baseball on TV” would ever come out of my mouth).
Anyway the fourth game is about ready to start, and I am hooked, even if the broadcasts I am receiving are announced in español.


GO ROYALS!!!

Tuesday, September 30, 2014

Domino Afternoons

September 28, 2014



Bob's send-off as his ashes were paddled into the ocean.
There were also a lot more people behind me when I took this pic.
And the sun made a glimmering appearance on the
horizon shortly after this was taken.
It is with a heavy heart that I begin this post about the sad passing of expat Bob Fountaine (a month ago) due to complications from a motorcycle accident. Bob was a massive guy in stature and in heart – truly a “gentle giant”.  
He was known as “Big Bob” around here. He was always a kind, smiling presence and the proprietor of Muscle Beach Gym in Montañita.
He leaves behind his bubbly and effervescent wife Michelle, and six kids.
We truly lost a great one. The huge turnout of gringos and locals for his memorial service was a testimonial of how greatly beloved he was around here and is deeply missed by all.


Bob Fountaine
Courtesy of his FB profile page

It’s that time of year here again when the “winter” gloom and drizzly rain have set in.  A lot of people actually prefer this weather after the December through March heat we experience – and we’ve had a remarkably sunny “temporada baja”, compared to years past.
Olón lies in a small coastal micro-climate that is usually wetter and cloudier from June to November than the more arid areas 40 km north or south of us, and it may come as a surprise to first time visitors that during this season a few warm clothes should be packed (I mean, really?...On the Equator?)
I, for one am wearing out a couple of comfy sweat pants and layered tops, but other folks are swimming and surfing on the beach.
It’s the kind of weather that invites sleeping in with a good book on rainy mornings, lazy afternoons playing dominoes with friends, or curling up with a good movie and a “to-go” pizza in the evenings.


A rather new Olón Italian place right around the corner
from my place.  Lovin' it!
Owners Plinio, son Cesar (pictured) and Plinio's
wife Nadia.

I’ve also been using this time to start seriously boning up on my Spanish.  Despite four years of high school español, and a number of years living here, I feel my language skills leave a lot to be desired. I still generally talk Spanish in present tense, and I’ll be damned if I understand half of what is said to me (the Ecuadorian coastal accent doesn’t help, and the fact that the locals talk so freakin' fast)…And the funny thing is, the longer I live here and toggle between two languages, the worse my spoken ingles has become.

I actually said to someone the other day: “Me go to house green yesterday” 
in ENGLISH.

I’ve been using the Duolingo tutorial on-line.  It’s free, comes highly recommended from friends using it, and it’s fun.  I also like it because parts of the lessons include typing en español.
And even though I know I could “test out” to initiate my lessons at a higher level, I decided to start my program beginning with the very first course, because I think I’ve forgotten some very basic Spanish language concepts – oh, say the alphabet, for example – and things like the difference between tú (you) and tu (yours).

In the last month, there have been a few trips south into “the city” (Libertad/Salinas) with friends, running errands, taking care of business, and grocery shopping, but these are more about getting chores done than having fun. Since around the start of the year, Ecuador has placed an embargo on many imported food products (to stimulate Ecuadorian industries, I suppose), so many of the North American brands that used to be available are no longer on the shelves (i.e., certain mustards, pickles, soy sauce – the list goes on).  They were always more expensive, but at least obtainable.  Now it looks like we expats are going to be adding additional items to our wish lists for visiting friends and family.
The one thing that irks me is that I still see a plethora of Nabisco and Nestle brands everywhere…aren’t these same guys that want want to "privatize" the world's water supply ???   
Why are their brands still here?  This bothers me.


Nineteen plants purchased (including some small
fruit trees) for $20.50
A couple of weeks ago, a few girlfriends and I took a really fun day trip up north to Puerto Lopez (around an hour away, and a beautiful drive through portions of the Machalilla National Preserve).
I don’t know why I haven’t done this more often.  We had nothing more planned than stopping at a couple of plant places along the way, a nice lunch and some shopping in town.
I’ve never spent much time in Puerto Lopez (for some reason dismissing it as just a town to pass through for points further north) but I had a fun time exploring the city with friends who know it better than me, and we had a great time hanging out there.  I’m looking forward to going to Puerto Lopez more often.




On the way there, we impulsively made a quick detour into Salango (a small pueblo about 5 km south of Puerto Lopez) to see the archaeology museum located there.
It cost $2.50 each to get in, a wealth of information, very educational and not to be missed!
This museo is a real gem and worth the brief jaunt off the Ruta del Sol.
Salango (as well as most of this coast) has been continuously occupied for at least 6000 years, and the museum displays artifacts of these ancient civilizations, beginning with the Valdivian society (around 4000 BC) to the more recent Manteño culture (1500 AD), along with excellent exhibitions and information regarding its ancient mariner history.














A miniature recreation of the single-sale fishing rafts
used in the past, along with other artifacts.
(Sorry my flash interfered with this picture)



A boat that is currently being built on the beach,
just behind the museum.


And last but not least, I made a quick trip into Cuenca last week for several Thursday appointments (got in late Wednesday afternoon, and left Friday morning).  This is probably my 20th or so trip to Cuenca in the last couple of years, so I guess I’m sort of blasé about my visits there these days, but I always end up bumping into people I know, and that’s always a pleasure.
This time, while enjoying an in-between-appointments outdoor cappuccino (the weather was gloriously sunny and warm during my stay), I bumped into Sheila (“Ecuador Journey” on FB). It’s the first time we’ve met in person, and I enjoyed our chat.  Later in the evening, I met up for dinner with former Olón upstairs-neighbors Ben and Bibi who recently moved to Cuenca.
They turned me onto a great little Italian restaurant that is near calles Hermano Miguel and Juan Jaramillo (for the life of us, none of us remembers the name of this place, but I’ll post it as soon as we recall it).
Ben manages the Ecuadorian MLS platform site.


There are always some type of parades or festivals happening in Cuenca, and I witnessed one on Wednesday night around Parque Caldron that involved clowns.  LOTS of them (good thing I’m not scared of them).  I really don’t have a clue regarding the reason behind this particular parade, but I enjoyed watching it from a nearby outdoor café table at the restaurant Don Colón.  



I’ve probably passed this restaurant on the corner of Sucre and Benigno Malo scads of times, and never stopped.  I don’t know why, because it’s in a great people watching location, the service was friendly and fast, and the glass of wine and appetizers I enjoyed there (I went back on late Thursday afternoon too) were reasonably priced and tasty.  And in my opinion, Don Colón has the best French Onion soup I’ve tried anywhere in Cuenca.
I also bumped into/met Debby Plumlee Larsen (another FB friend) and her husband Tom on my first evening there.



I'm wrapping up this post with a picture (below) taken in Montañita a few weeks ago.

I always get such a kick out of the rubber chicken and pig "point-of-sale" hanging in front of the local meat market, and was trying to snap a picture of it when my buddy Scott Creasy photo-bombed it.


Too funny every time I look at this and
couldn't resist sharing it!




Saturday, August 23, 2014

Coming Home, Olón

August 20, 2014



In forefront, the
luggage sculptures outside
the Wiesbaden train station.



It was around the last couple of weeks in Germany that I realized my luggage was going to be waaay over-weighted on the trip back home.  This concerned me to a degree, because I had three plane changes to make, and prayed that my luggage would make those flights with me.
I packed gifts for my kids in Europe when I left Ecuador, and figured that whatever I brought home would not be heavier.
I was wrong.  Who would have thought that a few boxes of Bisquick, a couple of jars of peppers and horseradish, some hard-to-find spices, a bunch of refrigerator magnets, a few thrift-store pots & pans could sink me?











And, well…a few pairs of shoes too.  (More about the shoes later).
I was also hauling around two ungodly heavy carry-ons.

Anyway, I anticipated and was prepared for the check-in flak:  some “tsk tsks”, a huddle between a few agents, and an outrageous charge during that process.
All of which happened.
At one point, I thought the airline wasn't going to let one of my two bags on at all, it was so freaking heavy.  Even the beefy guy who lifted it from check-in desk to the conveyor belt had to take two tries at it (so I think I did garner some respect that this little ol’ gal was able to even leverage it at all from the 8-inches or so from check-in floor to “weigh-in” point).
There was a delay on the runway during that first leg between Germany to Amsterdam.
The pilot got on the mic as we were waiting to be pushed off, and said (no joke) … “Sorry folks, the holdup is because of TWO suitcases waiting to be boarded”.
I swear the puddle-jumper crew were all shooting dagger eyes at me, and whispering “it’s that lady in 5A”, as I slunk down in my seat and pretended to be engrossed by the airline magazine.
Seriously, did he really have to specify the TWO suitcase thing?????



A closer view of those cement suitcase sculptures in Wiesbaden.
 And I'm pretty sure my luggage was as easy to lift as these.


And then once I got to Amsterdam, there was another sort of lengthy, unexpected wait at the gate, and once we boarded, this time – as God is my witness -  the pilot apologized "for the delay, but we had to switch to a bigger plane for some reason…”
My anxiety regarding my  suitcases “slowing up” or not making these flight connections went up a level or two, and I was really, really glad that I had packed a pair of super sweaty, stink-to-high-heaven tennis shoes (that I wore while doing a lot of walking in Germany) to deter baggage security folks at each change-plane airport, who may have wanted to take a better look at what I was hauling, and unpacking/packing everything each time.

(Not that I was mule-ing  anything contraband – well, not counting the box of baking soda -  but I guess I did go a little crazy buying stuff that is hard to find or not available in our local stores. My thought process was that if the weight of the luggage didn't deter the inspectors, the smell of those shoes would).

That said, it was around a 15 hour trip, and I arrived in Guayaquil, Ecuador about 9PM on a Sunday night (I gained 7 hours coming back).
I sailed through the passport/cedula check point, wisely splurged $2 on a luggage cart before collecting my suitcases (albeit the last two bags to come through the conveyor belt).
I huffed and puffed my way over to incoming luggage x-ray point, but must have looked so bedraggled (or they didn’t want to lift those mofos up and onto scanner either), I got waved through.
I knew that I was going to be too tired and jet-lagged after my flights to have driver come get me for the three hour drive back to the coast, so I had booked a room for a couple of decompression nights at the nearby Hotel Perla (around $35 a night).  It is not a fancy hotel, but it is comfortable, airport convenient, has in-room Wi-Fi, a small pool and accommodating, flexible, gracious, friendly hosts and staff.


I did get a lovely giggle being reminded
that the Ecuadorians love color, but might
have a different perception than I do about
combination pallet.



I ended up only spending one night, because I got a good night’s sleep and felt perky enough to head back to Olón on Monday, and recommend this hotel for those on a budget or just passing through for a night.

I’m glad to be back home, but in all honesty, I’m having some trouble re-adjusting.  Until this 2-month trip to Germany, I have not been out of Ecuador in four years. I definitely liked indulging in the sophistication and modern conveniences available (and not taken for granted in small, rustic Ecuadorian fishing villages) such as reliable electricity and internet, potable drinking water from a sink, steaming hot showers with pressure, the plethora of familiar grocery store items I’ve missed –though the prices had me in sticker shock.
I got spoiled being with my kids again – I miss all of them terribly, and grateful that I was at least able to spend time with Kacie and her family – and all the beautiful places I was able to see during the visit.



From a view like this...



To neighborhood cock-fight



From this street view in Prague....




To this street view (in front of my house)
right after I got back.
Actually a good thing to have our
"cul-de-sac" qualify for paving,
but there will be a "manana" factor before
it's completed.



It didn’t help that shortly after I arrived home, my landlords (who are GREAT people) decided to “fix” the electricity in my house (don’t ask me why – it wasn’t broke, but I’m sure they had some reason) and aside from blowing out my microwave (dead) and my fridge (pricey repair) during that project, I was without electricity for a number of hours each day for around a week.
Then my internet provider’s service got sketchy/frequently out, and our “winter” weather, which apparently was very mild and relatively sunny this year during my absence, took a more lingering turn towards overcast and drizzly after I got home.

Our dog Daisy was diagnosed with ehrlichiosis (a potentially serious tick borne disease, and particularly virulent this year in our area).  She started showing symptoms, she tested positive, and is now on a treatment regimen.
ARGGG!



Talk about culture shock.
In all the years of coming, and then living here, I think these last few weeks since my return have been the hardest time I've had adjusting to living as an expat:
There is a sense of isolation, language frustrations, doubts and second-guessing about the choice to live so far from family and friends that expat folks go through – at times – when one chooses to live in a foreign country.
I've been pretty much a big old lethargic blob of self-pity, complaints, and ingratitude for awhile.


Charles Bridge - Praha
June 2014

And then, a way, way back old friend with whom I've recently re-connected (thank you, Sharon Schweiger-Price) challenged me to one of the Facebook versions of the “Three daily positive things for Five Days” status update going around.
I balked at first.
(“I don’t want to ‘play this game’. I want to stay sulky, churlish, and I can’t think of one damn thing I am grateful for right now”).
And then a few days later, another friend tagged me to do it (an expat living here – thank you, Lynne Allen).  I decided it was time to pull my head out of my ass, and pick up the gauntlet.

This is a good exercise to do, whether it’s posted on FB or not. I used to do this, but somehow had let the mental habit slip during trying conditions, and forgot and/or neglected to be grateful through all circumstances.

And you know what I discovered?
I have much to be grateful for. And (as Lynne eloquently pointed out during her five days) so much of it is the “little” things.
…The friends (old and new) that give you a hug and an apt word at just the right moment.
…The humble but comfortable roof over my head.
…The whales frolicking offshore now, and the colorful birds all around.
...The new soup recipe that hit the spot.
Things like that.
I’m grateful that this mental work-out has inspired me again to daily and actively remind myself to appreciate what is right in front of me, to better live in the present, and to more diligently guard against negative thoughts that have no legitimate purpose to be allowed in my mind.

“The Lord Almighty….will be…a source of strength
for those who turn back the battle at the gate”.
(Excerpt from Isaiah 28: 5-7).


I love this verse because I believe the gate starts with our own minds, and a good reminder about being more trusting in our intuition, and to more carefully discern the thoughts that come knocking at our mind's door -- and which ones we permit to have a seat there.