Country #12 Contest: Where In The World Is The Nomadic Family
Yes, so, hiccup. That’s what we’re going through right now. A long, drawn-out bout of the painful kind that burns your nose. And then, there’s Hiccup (How To Train Your Dragon) whose dad yells at him to change. “But you just indicated all of me.” Yes, we feel that way about now. What are we doing wrong and, more accurately, are we doing anything right?
Latest Facebook update says it eloquently:
Country #12: So why haven’t we been online for the passed few days? It takes time to move countries, fall apart, fall apart again, freak out, and do family talks and bonding and find food, and copy, paste, repeat until you feel like you can breathe again. Dahnya said it so nicely: Mom, I think another two days and I’ll be normal again. sweet child. We’re pulling together on this one. Change is lovely but sometimes, it’s just not.
So, Country #12 begins with a bumpy, nauseous take-off, by no fault of her own. She and her people are lovely in every way. “If being delightful was a crime, you’d be breaking the law” (one of two quotes from a cartoon that cracked us up yesterday). That’s how cute she is.
We’ll be fine. We’re learning, slowly, that nomad-ism ain’t our cup of tea anymore. Stability is. One corner, with privacy and elbow space and routine, works for us. Knowing where the wet market (fruit and veggie market) is, who our friends are, where to get dinner, and what we’re doing tomorrow does us good. Having our stuff, not in a backpack or about to be packed, but on a shelf, in a corner, in ‘my space’ does us good. Ironically, having studies in the morning is a great indicator that the cosmic dusts are settling. It bonds us, calms us, secures us, for we all know for those hours where we’re supposed to do and what we’re supposed to be doing. So, our new formula for success one spot, with friends for the kids, and space, and occasional adventures and exploration.
That is so easy to accomplish. We just have to stop moving and as we’d made many obligations that took us cross-country at a pace that we’d never stood up to before. It was a whirlwind of fun, but it had it’s natural consequences. Not pretty, but not the end of the world. All learning. All learning.
And you may be going, “Ahh, why’d we even come*?” (the other quote that cracked us up form that cartoon- I’ve explained it at the end of this post. You will die how funny it is- Go look!). “I’ve come to compete in this funny little contest and I get side-slapped with your pitiful detailed sob story of how hard your life is in year three of life on the road.” So, who’s playing the violin for this one, right? But, that’s WHY you like us, cuz we tell it as it is, raw and real, like it really is. And sometimes, it’s suffocatingly desperate and miserable, and sometimes it’s unearthly amazing. But, always, it’s blessed, even if we can’t see it at the time.
So, Country #12** will brighten and lighten our souls, no doubt, as we gain our bearings again. And, *cough* The Country #12 Contest is simple.
You guess in the comments below. I’ll publish all comments once we get six winners. No prize, cuz who am I kidding. My intentions are amazing but my follow-through ain’t so hot. So, you’ll win and you may not love my rinky-dinky little keychain anyhow. So, you’ll just win and be proud of the fact that you played and won. How does some fine intrinsic motivation sound? Do it just to do it, not for a prize, the perfect practice for living a life of purpose and passion, where you are motivated by that which fills you with joy, with no other exterior benefit. Works for me. Works for you? You are just that cool.
The clues this time are in the movie, and some of them are really give-aways (especially if you use Mr.Google for two seconds). You guess in the comments, and if you like our little movie, share this post in all those cute little social media channels, alright?
*So, I have to tell you the “Ahh, why’d we even come?” bit cuz it’s too hysterically funny and we’ve been saying it for the past two days, and will be saying it for years. So there are two police officers, a short, fat, black guy and this tall, gawky-looking, skinny white guy. The black guy is your typical stereo-typed tough Southern cop with his sunglasses, deep voice; the white cop is your typical hasn’t-come-out-of-the-closet sweetheart who coincidentally rings this little bell every time he’s happy, which is often. So, they’re hot on the trail of the criminal and track the trail of candy wrappers to this museum. At the entrance, Southern Belle plastic-looking blonde has handed the black cop a blue balloon, and is saying, of course, in perfect Barbie tones, “I’m sorry sir, we’re all out of pink balloons.” White cop’s shoulders and face sag, and here it comes, “Ahhhh, why’d we even come?”
**People often assume that in month 28 we’d had been to 80 countries. We could have, but what would that prove, that we’re real world travelers. We’re into our sanity, immersing ourselves in communities around the world. Hence, 2 1/2 months US, 2 months Costa Rica ranch, 2 1/2 months Boquete, Panama, 1 month Colombia, 2 months with the indigenous tribe in the jungles of Ecuador, 2 1/2 months Peru, 1 month Thailand, 8 months Cambodia, 1 month Vietnam, 4 months Malaysia, and in almost all of these places we stayed put in one place for the majority of the time. We travel deep, not shallow. I’ve compared world travel to painting with water colors, and that we finger-paint.
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We love you,
Gabi, Kobi, Dahnya, Orazi, and Solai