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Books For Tiny World Travelers

Books For Tiny World Travelers
Books For Tiny World Travelers

Both my husband and I love to travel, so when we had kids we were determined to continue to do so.  Our fist child had traveled to Turkey, France, England, South Korea, and Hawaii by the time she was two.  We made it back to Turkey with two kids, and then came children number three and four. With the cost and the accessories that come with four kids ages six and under, our travel as a family came to a halt.  My husband and I continued to travel, but were lucky enough to be able to leave the kids with my in-laws at home when we did.  Still determined to bring them up as global citizens, we would bring back tokens from abroad and always search for children’s books to read to them that incorporated other cultures in the stories.  I was thrilled when Sataya House Publications asked me if I’d like to review their children’s series  “I See the Sun in …” , which is a series of bilingual picture books that takes children around the world to sample different cultures along the way.  These are exactly the types of books that I love to share with my children.  Author, Dedie King, was a Peace Corps volunteer in Nepal, and has spent much time in all of the countries she writes about. Each of the “I See The Sun In…” books are written in English and translated by a native speaker of the language of the country she is writing about.  I love having the written language of the country we are reading about along side the English words to show the kids examples of different languages in writing.  The books have won awards and have been well received by parents, teachers and children alike. The series is currently available in the titles “I See the Sun in…: Nepal, China, Afghanistan, Russia, and Mexico, with more countries in the works.  When I read the books with my younger kids I loved the questions that they brought up, and the interest in these other cultures that I could see it spark in them.  In the past couple of years we’ve begun to take the kids with us again when we go abroad.  We did a family trip to Canada,  the older two came to France with us last spring, and we took a family trip to Alaska this summer.  It has only recently become easy to travel with them again without needing all of the car seats, boosters, diaper bags, bottles, portable high chairs, and clothing changes, plus they can pull their own luggage, which is huge.  Now that it is easier, we look forward to exposing them to foreign cultures through travel, and in the mean time these books can help us pave the way to understanding the beautiful diversity that makes up our world around us.

 

 

 

 

 

* I received free copies of the above books for the purpose of review, all opinions are my own and not swayed in any way by outside sources.

 

 

It’s Good to Be You – Travel in Style

It’s Good to Be You – Travel in Style

Cute Bathing Suit Bag from GoodtoBeYou.com

When I do get a night out, by the time I feed the kids, I am usually left with little time to get myself ready to go.  Thus it seems like I’m always that girl who’s bra strap keeps peeking out in need of a safety pin, has dog hair on my pants from that nuzzle on my way out the door, or deodorant spots on my shirt from slapping it on in a rush.

My favorite dress, but my cleavage is being held in by a safety pin!!

In my search for travel gear this summer I discovered a fantastic website for girl like me, GoodtoBeYou.com.  I love that they have an entire Problem Solver tab with things like hem tape and lint remover mitts, all compact, easy to pack and seriously covering any fashion or beauty mishap possibilities along the way.  It’s like a website for grown up girl scouts, a prepared girls dream.

Of course the kids have to have one last swim with their cousins right before we pack to go home!

I’m most recently grateful for the bathing suit bag from  GoodtoBeYou.com that saved the rest of our luggage from the  wet bathing suits we had to pack at the end of our vacation.   It has previously spared entire  pool/beach bag contents (especially my reading materials!) on several occasions from getting soggy with the kids wet bathing suits being tossed in!  The site has a ton of other really great items for travel, found under the Travel Goodies tab, including roll up travel ballet flats that seem all the rage this year, travel bags for shoes (also one for wet bathing suits among other things), and the “Plane friendly travel kit”.  The Shemergency survival kit is perfect to keep in your car or to bring on a trip, it contains things like shoe shine wipes, safety pins, hair spray and a whole lot of other tiny problem solvers you may need on the go. Now when I find myself needing that tiny fashion solution, it is usually right there in my kit! Perfect for a busy mom like me who still likes to try to look pulled together every now and then!

 

*  I received a free bathing suit bag & Lint Remover Pads for reviewing purposes.  (The very bag that has saved my luggage and book this summer!) All my opinions are my own and not swayed by outside sources.

Vietnam is More Than a War: Guest Post by Leah DeCesare

Vietnam is More Than a War: Guest Post by Leah DeCesare

 Leah DeCesare is a Doula, writer and mother of three, to find out more about her check out her Mother’s Circle Blog.

The Author, Leah DeCesare

Photo by Leah DeCesare

When you hear Vietnam, do you immediately think “war”?  It was the first word association I had when I heard my parents were planning to visit Vietnam for a vacation. Months later, through a series of lucky events, I ended up going in place of my Dad.

War has, indeed, been a repeating theme in Vietnamese history and without a doubt, the Vietnam War is more present and visible there than in the US, but traveling there, we also got a glimpse into the complexities and treasures of a culture and a people that run deeper than what they call the American War.

We landed in Hanoi at 10:00 pm on February 1, 2012, haggard and fatigued after the long flights, we met up with our tour group and guide, Quang, a 47 year old for whom, by the end of our time together, we would feel a special affection.

Photo by Leah DeCesare

Since this was a tour group and planned for people more my parents age, it turned out that Quang and I were closer in age than the others. As he shared his life stories, I found myself continually figuring out what I was doing while he was swimming in flooded bomb craters during the rainy season or what it would feel like to have my brother leave home for another country, facing pirates and dangers, never to see him again.

 

Photo by Leah DeCesare

What kind of parallel did his life have to mine growing up only 5 years apart? The comparisons were dramatic, I was safe, doing homework, school activities and swimming at beaches, my family was together, and in the post-war years, I happily studied at college and lived a carefree, peaceful, and fun-filled life. Quang grew up with the war.

Photo by Leah DeCesare

Photo by Leah DeCesare

In moving detail, Quang told us of his decision to try to flee his country, a decision that meant he was leaving his family behind for an unknown future. After extensive planning, while bobbing in the dark in a tiny row boat, he watched as the boat that was supposed to stop for him continued past. Devastated, he retraced his steps stealthily, hiding in shoreline brush, making his way back home without being detected to his relieved parents.

All while I worried about my marketing class project or my statistics exam.

Our group toured many key historical locations associated with the war: the prison known as “Hanoi Hilton,” Reunification Palace where Ho Chi Minh’s tanks crashed through the front gates, the elaborate, narrow Cu Chi Tunnels, a small section of the tunnel system used by the Viet Cong army.  We saw old American ships being used by current day river police and abandoned US airplane hangars in Da Nang, we swam and walked along China Beach, one site where our troops took R&R. Signs of the American War were everywhere.

 

Photo by Leah DeCesare

These and many other places were important and critical to see and experience as Americans in Vietnam, but we also learned about an other Vietnam, one independent of, and pre-dating America.  We got acquainted with the Cham people, visited vibrant (and smelly) local markets and floating river markets, we experienced traditional Vietnamese dance and music and played a unique instrument, the Mono Chord, we watched water puppetry, an art form that dates back to the 11th century. From the foods, the silks, the rice paddies and the people, to the cyclo rides, pagodas, temples and the natural beauty of Ha Long Bay, we experienced a Vietnam that had nothing to do with “the War.”

Group Guide Quang; Photo by Leah DeCesare

Yes, Vietnam is a war-scarred nation, but it’s not defined by the war. The people continue to heal and unite, and those who fought against the communist regime live side by side with former Viet Cong soldiers. Increasingly, a “market economy” (i.e. capitalism) is flourishing and tourism has grown markedly in recent years reaching 6 million visitors in 2011.

Through serendipity or some plan of the universe, I ended up in Vietnam, and because of those 20 days, I now hold this Southeast Asian country in my heart. “War” is no longer my first thought when I hear “Vietnam” and I have a friend in Ho Chi Minh City.

The Author of this post Leah DeCesare is a Doula, writer and mother of three, to find out more about her check out her Mother’s Circle Blog.

 

 

 

 

Visit To The Kingdom of Saudi Arabia; Part 1

Visit To The Kingdom of Saudi Arabia; Part 1

When my husband was invited to speak at a medical conference in Riyadh, Saudi Arabia, he was honored by the invitation.   Despite the fear of the un-known, and the idea of being so far away from the kids, I desperately wanted to go with him. Not knowing what to expect we asked advice from someone familiar with the country.   He sent back an e-mail saying I should probably stay home “since there is virtually no tourism, as a woman she may not be able to go out on her own, and she would have to wear their traditional dress”.

He had me at “no tourism”.  The exact thing to say to me that would make me want to visit a place more than ever.  I have always been electrified by entering into a culture different from my own.  Even more so knowing it is a country difficult to get into.  Though word is that tourism restrictions are easing up, you still must be invited to go to Saudi Arabia,  there are many business travelers, but the majority of tourism permitted is for groups.  Islam was founded there, and the two holy pilgrimage cities of Mecca and Medina draw millions of visitors each year. In fact every able-bodied Muslim who can afford to make the trip is required to do so once in their lifetime.

My in-laws with the boys

The real key to any travel for me is my amazing mother-in-law. My father-in-law often can’t join her due to his work constraints, but she will still always come to help us out.   With four kids I would not be going anywhere without her!  Our kids are always so excited to spend the time with her; they barely mind us taking a trip.  It is an incredible feeling for us as parents to know our kids are completely safe, happy and loved while we are away.  (I am deeply grateful, and highly aware of how lucky we all are for her!)    Though I have joyfully to set aside my wanderlust to raise our children, a unique opportunity such as this was too much to let pass by.  I have always been fascinated by the experience as a traveler to have to forget everything I think I know, and try to figure out another set of customs and social norms in different countries.   When the written language is entirely different it gives one the sense of being a child in a way, vulnerable but trusting and it is always an enlightening scenario.  It also gives me a great empathy for foreign visitors in my own culture, and an opportunity to see how universally kind and generous most people really are.

Trying on my hijab & Abaya before the trip. I got them on Amazon.com

Posing with female college students outside the Ritz

I had no problem with the idea of donning an Abaya and hijab, the traditional dress in public for Saudi women. As a visitor I feel it is just basic respect and good manners to adhere to the dress codes of your host culture, anywhere in the world.  Besides, I would much rather blend in and observe and learn than stand out and garner possible unwanted attention.   I bought my Abaya and hijab for the trip on Amazon.com.  Our hosts thoughtfully provided an abaya for me upon arrival as well, just in case.  Not all women had their head covered in public, but almost all did, so I personally felt more comfortable with mine under a scarf.

A model of what the city looked like 100 years ago.

The trip did not disappoint.  In Saudi Arabia where the language is Arabic, we could not even begin to understand announcements or decipher the writing or signs.  We did however find that many people we met spoke English, which they are taught in school.  The crime rate is extremely low and we felt very safe.  We returned deeply touched by our host’s hospitality and the kindness of the people we met.  The modernity of the city impressed us, as well as the emphasis on higher education, and the rich history of the region.  Previously a tribal and nomadic population, the country and the city of Riyadh itself is young.  100 years ago there were approximately 19,000 people living in the desert oasis that became the Kingdom.  Today the city is a metropolis rising like a vast shimmering mirage out of the sand with a population in and around the city of nearly 6 million.

A night view of part of Riyadh 2012

Modern architecture, impressive medical facilities, and all the iPhones in use make you feel like you could be in any major city in the world.  Shopping malls boast high-end stores from the GAP to Missoni, and include  food courts with McDonald’s, Pizza Hut and Dunkin’ Donuts, while American chain restaurants line the main shopping streets. In this way Riyadh was very much the same as home.   The call to prayer five times a day, the dress code, the separation of men and women and the desert that surrounds the city as far as the eye can see and beyond are up front reminders of the differences. In our brief visit, my world was opened wider, I feel like I learned so much and am excited to share some of it with you over my next series of posts.

Saudi Arabian Dream

Saudi Arabian Dream

I knew that it would feel this way. I knew that as soon as we returned from the Kingdom of Saudi Arabia,  it would feel like it had been just a dream.  As our flight touched down in rainy and verdant New England, we marveled that 28 hours earlier we had left our hotel in Riyadh, just after a desert sand storm flew through the city. Over the next week I will be posting about our trip, so check back in to find out all about our visit to the kingdom.