2222 Likes for 2-2! Somebody Pinch Me! Fart. – The Nomadic Family Travel Blog, Budget World Trravel with Kids
Seriously, sometimes you just pinch yourself. Like when I was on the back of David’s motorbike with the Bull Riders of Dalat (Facebook album) with the crisp Dalat air whipping my face and that perfect sky opening her arms in that sweet harmony that only Mother Nature knows to sing so sweetly. Oh, her palette just then, and my sense of being fully alive, was breathtaking.
Last night was a long pinch-me moment, too. Kobi and I came back from a long walk. Actually, had we known it would take us two and a half hours in the Vietnam afternoon heat to reach the Vin Pearl Land Water Park on the outskirts of town, we would have taken a taxi. We wanted to see if they’d invite us as guest (aka: free) but the managers had all gone to Hanoi for some party. So we’ll wait until Monday.
So, focus. Remember, that is our key word lately: focus. Focus on 2222 likes and farting, otherwise, I would tell you about the motorcycle taxi guy who agreed on 35,000 dong and parked the bike, twice, on the side of the road to demand more money.
“We’re so not inviting him to the Bar Mitzvah,” I told Kobi, and still, he stops to blackmail exhausted us, again. And then, when he dumped us on the side of the road, these five guys jumped on us to drag us into their seafood restaurant, and while that stuff stresses me out, Kobi took it laughingly and joyfully until he got so pissed he almost got into a fist fight with the chubby guy with the Indian haircut and the light-blue striped button-down.
Chubby grabs Kobi’s arm. Not nicely. He twists hims arm a bit and pushes Kobi toward his food corner, a bit south of the others. We’re in the middle of the street, literally an island in the middle lane of crazy motorbike-whizzing traffic (which is not fun in Vietnam) and Kobi stops, “Take your hand off of me, friend.” “Yes, yes,” as he grabs Kobi again. Kobi pries Chubby’s fingers off of his arm, and Chubby moves up to his upper arm. “Man,” oh shit, I know that look in Kobi’s eyes, “Man, we are in the middle of the street. Take. your. hand. off. of me.”
Rice Paddies and Poverty Toilets
So, we’re focusing on the pinch-me-now moments which will eventually lead us to the 2222 Likes on 2-2. Otherwise, I would tell you about that sinfully amazing hot rice paddies we bought right outside the travel agency where we asked about plane, train, and bus tickets to Cambodia with little success, but got to pee in the agency’s toilet which was the one room home of what looked like a mom, a young child (who may have been ill), and her father, all three living on one mattress which took up most of the room. I felt like I was intruding into their lives by using the pot. I hope my smiles and bows conveyed to them how sorry I was for disturbing them and how grateful I was for the service.
So, we got these warm rice a little bit smaller than the size of a hamburger bun. Wide-rimmed Hat and Tooth-Challenged Smile cuts it in half, puts in two kids of brownish spread and half of a small-fowl’s egg. Delish!
Before The Fart
Oh shit! This is so not focused (like my life). Six paragraphs in and I still haven’t told you about the pinch-me moment last night or how this related to 2222 likes, and we haven’t even started to talk about what is now known in my family as “The Fart.” And, for the record, we have talked about farts before, and being a butt in the wind, shitting in nature (brought to you in video) , and we won’t even start talking about the blow job post cuz then you’ll totally loose focus too.
So, we come back from our long walk and treat ourselves to dinner for two at our favorite get-your-own-mini-campfire-pit-on-your-tabletop spot. We stuffed our faces for $6.50 total. No, not each, but total, including huge bowl of rice, chicken and huge pile of veggies to grill, a generous bowl of salad, and two cokes. I know. Life is tough here in these damn Communist third-world countries.
And for those attentive ones you notice that Kobi and I take lots of dates alone, yes, we have left our kids in hostels, ranches, and village across the globe. We either are sure they can lock themselves in, or we just feel that it’s super safe (like in the indigenous village off the river in the jungles of Ecuador for seven weeks!) . [4 different, very cool links for you from YouTube, the site, and Facebook albums.]
Spas and The Fart
So, we walk into the room and there’s a bunch of bustling around. To make a long story short (Yo, Gabi love, this is the short version, Jesus help us!)… Solai, our youngest, has prepared for Kobi and I a romantic spa date. We haven’t had a bathtub in over a year and miss ours back home so this is a huge treat for our $10 Damn-those-Communists room. Ready for what awaited us?
- Cut mango in tiny she-tried-so-hard-to-cut-it-straight lines
- Sugar to dip it in
- Two chilled plastic glasses of water with lemon in it
- Four lit red Buddha-sacrificial candles
- Enough incense sticks to choke a over-drugged shaman
- Two folded towels
- Forty mutilated leaves from the poor plant on the patio along the rim of the bat
So, pinch-me-now right? So, we figured we have to have a romantic candle-lit bath, and we enjoy it over the kids peaking through the scattered-opaque glass, the sound of fighting kids, and Solai asking us every two minutes how our romantic bath is going. We would have continued to talk until one of us farted so bad that the other grabbed a towel, gagging, and ran out the bathroom door. I would tell you who it was, but then you’d never think of me as lady-like again.
2222 Facebook Likes For 2-2
Clearly pinch-me-now, and then we come to Facebook in which I have a love-hate relationship. Facebook is where I have found my most intimate friends and witnesses while traveling the globe and Facebook is what is sucking away more and more time that keeps me from focusing on projects that can bring us money or projects like me not gaining back the 28 pounds I lost. Facebook also kindly allows me to advertise with them, and then on day one of the campaign decides to knock off 1000 fans, just like that, and, no, I tried, there is no one to talk to. Facebook also makes me feel more ADHD and negative and overwhelmed than I believe is healthy for me. I click to this and then that, and here and there and I get intimated by everything, and emotional, sometimes happy but often sad. I think too much screen time sucks from my lovely cells some pertinent life energy, for it drains me. So, I’m working on balancing/limiting my Facebook time to something that will lead me to more productive, joyful, measured interactions.
And it was pretty random when a few days before February 2, Kobi and I said, “Lookie at that! Wouldn’t it be cool to get to 2222 on 2-2?” It started out with this Facebook status:
2222 LIKES BY 2-2! CAN YOU HELP US LOVES?
Look how cool THE NOMADIC FAMILY FACEBOOK PAGE HAS 2122 likes. Last time i got excited Facebook arbitrarily took away 1000 likes. This time,
“Lay your clothes on the floor
Hold the phone
Close the door
Show them how
No one’s ever gonna stop us now” (Carry On- Fun)
Not Facebook and not the Communists of Vietnam can stop us from getting the Ever-Cool 2222 likes. So, tell your friends to like this crazy family globe-trotting forever, for that would so cool, AND I’ll even do a little happy dance.
Random-totally-pulled-out-of-my-behind Goal: 2222 by 2-2. So cool right. We have only 7 days to reach it. Crazy? Maybe. Possible? Totally.
HELP US OUT. SHARE IT! WE’LL BE CRAZY TOGETHER! GO, GO, GO, GO, GO
From Then On, Love Took Over
People who met us personally on our travels, knew us from home, and mostly who found us on Facebook rallied together asking their ex-mother-in-law and their neighbor’s neighbor’s lover to like us, and they did. And when things moved along so nicely but we clearly would not close the 50 needed votes in two days, I posted this:
CAn WE Get 2222 likes by tomorrow. no. but that’s ok. may this be life’s greatest come-back. life is sweet friends. life is so sweet.
In which in response I got this:
Posted a link to your Nomadic Family Page on Nomadic Mama group… They’re sending you some love, Mama! … watching the count rise to 2222!!
Is my life measured by how many likes on get on Facebook, how many Twitter fans I have, or how many YouTube subscribers? Have I dumped one keeping-up-the-Jones, egotistical rat race competition to join another equally-as-irrelevant one? No. There are four reasons that this is meaningful to me, and I’ll try to type super-duper fast so I don’t forget what they are before I get to it.
1- Maternal Love For That Crying Inner Child
Most importantly, because a group of total strangers who happen to be of the female race connected to the love frequency of another of the female race and made that tiny effort to extend a hand of that love. I got so many warm messages and compliments from those divas, and even one of their husbands. It is moments like this when I pinch myself and join Jeff Healey in contemplating,
“How did I ever win your love? What did I do? What did I say, to turn your angel eyes my way?”
I’ve met angels before, like this very, very old one. These Nomadic Mama ladies and the very frequency they vibrate in is an angel-soft touch of pure maternal love. I am deeply moved by that.
2- Birds of A Feather
Because this is enabling me to meet so many nice, kind, cool people who are also traveling the globe, RV’ing, and homeschooling, or are strong supporters and dreamers of that. I love meeting like-minded people who sing my tune. They are the energy source of inspiration and joy that I wish to find online, that fountain of mutual support and laughter, of knowing what we know makes us universally human, and universally alright. It is those kinds of relationships I want in my life, even if they are virtual, for those are the kinds of souls I want to have in my life, to have around to cheer with and cry with me, to let me know that I will be alright.
3- It Directly Funds Our Nomadic Lifestyle
Because it really does, sincerely, honestly help us. Those damn statistics make a huge difference in our lives. When some hotel is considering hosting us for the week, or some sponsor wants to throw money at us, they look at our page ranking, how many comments and subscribers we have on this blog, how many YouTube views and subscribers we have, and how deep my social media like Twitter and Facebook are. They look at how many comments or how many video views and say, “Wow, you really are a highly influential grass-roots social marketing machine. I want to work with you!” And then, we get money or free cool stuff like dives for the family.
Now, with the up-coming documentary movie about our family traveling the world and how we are redefining the concept of the modern family, we need film sponsors to see that we are serious shit. They need to watch the pitch video (hopefully being released by the producers next week!) and visit our site and say, “Yes, I want to be a part of that action. There IS a living, breathing community of supporters who actively believe in the alternative, that there IS another way to raise our children!”
And so, the numbers do matter in a business-God-I-want-to-keep-traveling-forever-type-of-way. So, lovelies, the links are all there, if you can click away and leave comments, tell some magazine or website to write about us, share our story with the world, boy would that be really phenomenal.
And last but not least, and woo-hoo, I got a bit stressed there but I didn’t forget neither point 3 nor 4.
Renewed Goal-Setting and Motivation
It is ridiculously easy for me to get sucked into this and that project and wind up panting between them all like a chick with her head cut off. I know, and have for a long time, that one of my greatest logistical challenges in life is to follow-through, to focus, shoot, and stay on it until I reach my goal. I would be too embarrassed to tell you how many 75% finished e-books, e-courses, movies, and articles I have laying around in files I can’t even find. Too, too many.
And so, reaching 2222 Likes by 2-2 has inspired me to focus on building my fan base in three very clear-cut ways.
1- Keep dedicating time, like I am in this post, to write with my heart and soul and not just get another post out. You can tell from my writing that it’s all me there and I’ve been doing more and more of that kind of quality, funny, spiraling, honest, all-out-there, real writing lately, and from the loving comments, feel the difference in how that attracts people to me. I love that, as well as I love making people laugh.
2- I will write a guest post once a week to create new traffic to our site. Once a week is huge for me, but I shall do it. (I’m open to invitations, starting now, now, now. now…)
3- We’ll work hard to keep building the Facebook base by pushing campaigns for 3333 by 3-3, 4444 by 4-4, and on. I think it would be great fun and so, so, so very helpful.
And so, dear God I’ve been writing for that long? I’ve already drank coffee (which I only do once a month or so). For the record, those wondering from my last Facebook update:
Is it possible to live in one room and still not find anything? Apparently, it is.
The answer came a few minutes and many overturned backpacks later:
Is it possible that I can’t find either of out two pots to boil water for Kobi and I because our children have hidden the unwashed dishes under the bed instead of washing them? Apparently, it is.
Give me your love in the highest way you can at this very moment. Share this through your social media and LEAVE ME A COMMENT. I live for your comments, I admit it, I do, I do, I do.