School days have changed dramatically for us over the years, and starting this fall our homeschool consists of just two 'students.' Gone are the days when I sat in the living room, probably nursing a baby and simultaneously building a railroad with a toddler, while I supervised a math class that ran the gamut from learning to tell time and count money, to quadratic equations and geometry proofs. The kids worked through their individual books and came to me for explanations when they were confused. Sometimes there was a line. Now, Kris and I can go for a walk and leave Fionn and Liam to get themselves started on their math. And they do. The math books that were once passed from child to child are gone. For a long time they sat neglected on our shelves, but they went away completely in the great purge last Spring. Math class is now completely an online endeavor. They use Khan academy and a stack of scratch paper. I monitor progress every week, and still help with the occasional problem when someone is really stuck, but mostly they can both work through it pretty independently.
Today went like this: It's Monday, so that automatically means a late start for us, not only because we were still roasting marshmallows in the backyard at 10 pm last night, but also because Liam's zero hour seminary class doesn't actually start until 8:40 on Mondays. Liam attends seminary ( a scripture based religion class) with the kids at a local charter school, it isn't the closest place he could go to, since there are seminary buildings paired with every single high school in town, but nothing is really all that far away in our small-ish town, and this was where he chose to go. Seminary is three days a week: Monday, Wednesday and Friday, and on Monday, class starts at 8:40. So this morning I sincerely did not get up until 8:00. We gathered the three little kids (who aren't at all little) and did prayers and a quick bible video since we were running much too late for anything longer (and because we love those videos). When I say 'gather,' I mean I woke up Fionn and Ronan, but Liam was already up, he is up early and usually outside first thing in the morning, it is a rare sunrise that he misses. After prayers, we drove Liam to seminary, then home for breakfast, then Ronan to work and Liam home from seminary. THEN Kris and I took a morning walk, and we really did leave Fionn and Liam to get started on school.
When we got home an hour later, they really were both doing math, even if Fionn was messaging via hangouts to friends back in Colorado between each problem. I knew she was refocusing her efforts though when I could hear the Lord of the Rings soundtrack begin to blast from the dining room classroom as I began yoga in the living room yoga studio, and her exclamation of "Oh curses!" a few minutes later definitely confirmed that she was working on her math again. Liam and Fionn work pretty independently, but side by side throughout the morning. Liam typically puts in about two hours of algebra and Fionn about an hour of seventh grade math. He is 96% through the Algebra I curriculum, and she about 60% through hers, so clearly we do not adhere very well to an August to June school year. Both of them are working on writing too. Liam is writing a report on the genus Panthera. His last handful of papers have all been on animals, and he pauses frequently in his research to comment on extinct or nearly extinct breeds and to declare that "humans are jerks!" Fionnula has negotiated the right to work on stories sometimes instead of research papers and she has recently shared her first one with me (they share their papers with me on google docs rather than 'turning in' a physical paper.) Fionn usually does German on rosetta stone, Liam usually does Biology on Khan again, and Liam always puts in some time indexing, transposing the information on old public records to make them more accessible to genealogists, his ability to read cursive, despite my never having taught them to write it, has increased dramatically since he started. I do yoga, I sew, I cook, I waste time on Facebook, read my own book, or research new insurance plans (blah) and the kids continue school asking for mine or Kris's, or one another's, input or help occasionally.
After lunch, which was leftovers for the kids, and an apple and peanut butter for me, we read history. I love history, so even though it isn't one of my essential requirements for them, like math and writing are, I still like to study it with them. Right now we are reading Susan Wise Bauer's History of the Ancient World. That is all we are doing, just reading the book together. They don't take notes, they don't write papers, or take tests, or produce projects. I have a vague notion in mind that I may ask them at some point to choose something from our history book as their writing assignment or maybe to do a history fair sort of project, but for right now we are comfortable with this story time version of history class. After reading, we have quiet time. It has been years since we had a regular quiet time in our house, so it is funny that Liam and Fionn requested this fall that we reinstate one. For an hour (ish) everyone retired to different corners of the house (or front porch) to read (or not). I peeked in on Fionn and she was sorting through some old toys, that had been in storage, lining them up on her bedroom floor.
Sometimes after quiet time we get back to school, more often, while the weather is so nice, we end up outside either to work or play. Liam played briefly with the stray kittens they are trying to lure to our house and then headed out to help Kris clear the weeds from the driveway, no easy task considering our very long driveway, but he got to use a huge weed eater for the first time ever. Fionn picked raspberries and proceeded to try a new recipe she had found for a berry cobbler. (The blatant sex-role stereotypes evident in their afternoon activities make me want to point out that my boys do indeed cook and my girls also do yard work!) I got dinner going and then went to get Ronan from work, on our way up the driveway he expressed incredulity at the sight of Liam working in jeans and tennis shoes as Liam is usually clad in shorts and a t shirt and maybe sandals, but usually barefoot. We ate dinner. The college kids who leave every morning by about 6:40 am returned and much sharing of days commenced over the second round of dinner. We read a book together (Reckless by Cornelia Funke). We read scriptures, said prayers and then sent everyone to bed.
Not a terribly exciting day. Not even a dentist appointment. Maybe it was even boring, particularly if you consider that 6 months ago we were exploring London and Paris. but boring is okay right now. Especially considering there are kittens.
Tuesday, September 25, 2018
Friday, August 31, 2018
Adjusting
Within a few days, we will have lived in our new home for longer than we have lived anywhere since last March! It was sincerely daunting at first to move into a home with empty cupboards and no furniture after a year of vacation rentals. And then there is the yard, all that grass that we are actually responsible for. I will admit that we second guessed our decision more than once. Like when we learned that in order to water our immense front lawn, we need to set up a dam in the ditch behind our house, roll out a massive tube of plastic sheeting from the ditch to our front yard, and then hike on over to the canal on the other side of our neighbor, the wheat field, and open the gate that allows water from the canal to flow into our little ditch. Twelve hours later, when our front yard looks like a lake, complete with water birds, we need to close the gate and by morning we can roll up the tubing and remove the dam. That was a steep learning curve. Even after our trip to Colorado to empty our storage unit, the house remains mostly empty. We all have beds. Okay we all have mattresses and sheets and blankets. Most of us have pillows. Kris and I have our desks, but we got rid of the chairs. Our living room is furnished with a television, a stationary bike, and a lot of throw pillows. We call it the yoga room. Someday it may gain a couch. Maybe. Because one thing we definitely realized in our year of traveling was that we don't really need much. Possibly we don't even need a couch.
When we first brought all our boxes home and started going through and rediscovering what exactly we had socked away all those months ago there were a couple different reactions going on. It was really good to see some of our things but it was also sometimes bewildering to see some of our things. I was relieved to see that I had kept enough bowls that I wouldn't need to get over to the nearest thrift store and find 'new' ones, and I was happy to see that I had indeed kept some favorite books I had been wondering about, but I was also perplexed by the nothing special, Target, wall clock that keeps me awake at night if I don't shut the study door. There are literally already clocks glowing from the front of every appliance and cell phone in the house. Do I really need one more? I seriously do not even want to know what time it is. But when we boxed up the study back in February we must have thought that clock deserved its tiny portion of our limited storage space.
The boys informed me almost immediately that they do not want any other furniture for their room besides the two beds. Which, again, are not beds but just mattresses. They are insistent that they do not even want any frames for said mattresses, they like their 'beds' as is: mattresses on the floor. I may over rule them. I also may not. They both set about going through their stored items and winnowing down their belongings so that everything fits in their closet: books, clothes, athletic equipment, favorite old toys, and even bathroom products. The closet is not that big, but all their worldly goods are neatly arranged within. Liam told me that when he looked at the stuff he had kept, most of it didn't matter so much to him any more, even if he had "thought it was cool," sixteen months ago. Fionnula was a little more sentimental about both her things and theirs actually. She is still in negotiations to adopt all the stuffed animals that the boys have relegated to the Goodwill pile. But even Fionn, who started by organizing her room with all her toys and books arranged neatly along the wall right next to her bed (mattress) where she could always see them, has been consistently rearranging each week and in the current arrangement, many of her things have migrated to her closet.
Life has commenced here. Liam and Fionn have almost completely taken over care of the yard; Liam waters and feeds the kitty we inherited, Fionn weeds and harvests the garden the previous owners planted for us. Ronan works three days a week at a local furniture store saving money for school in January and a mission in the Spring. Our older kids are around, many of them living in the house with us for differing amounts of time, and most weekends are a big, loud, crazy, family reunion. I am slowly building my spice collection back up and enjoying cooking some recipes we haven't tasted in months. Homemade cookies are such a luxury. But we also still enjoy some beans and rice, our Costa Rican staple, every now and then (even if we can't get Lizano salsa) and peanut butter and honey sandwiches, our nearly daily lunch for outings in Ireland and Scotland, are still just as delicious. And I wouldn't mind a good baguette either (I genuinely mourned the day I realized the Ritter Sport and Cadbury chocolates were all gone). We go on walks, do school, watch movies, sew, play games and read books and we are happy. But last week Fionn confessed to me that, "I like being home, but sometimes it's kind of boring."
When we first brought all our boxes home and started going through and rediscovering what exactly we had socked away all those months ago there were a couple different reactions going on. It was really good to see some of our things but it was also sometimes bewildering to see some of our things. I was relieved to see that I had kept enough bowls that I wouldn't need to get over to the nearest thrift store and find 'new' ones, and I was happy to see that I had indeed kept some favorite books I had been wondering about, but I was also perplexed by the nothing special, Target, wall clock that keeps me awake at night if I don't shut the study door. There are literally already clocks glowing from the front of every appliance and cell phone in the house. Do I really need one more? I seriously do not even want to know what time it is. But when we boxed up the study back in February we must have thought that clock deserved its tiny portion of our limited storage space.
The boys informed me almost immediately that they do not want any other furniture for their room besides the two beds. Which, again, are not beds but just mattresses. They are insistent that they do not even want any frames for said mattresses, they like their 'beds' as is: mattresses on the floor. I may over rule them. I also may not. They both set about going through their stored items and winnowing down their belongings so that everything fits in their closet: books, clothes, athletic equipment, favorite old toys, and even bathroom products. The closet is not that big, but all their worldly goods are neatly arranged within. Liam told me that when he looked at the stuff he had kept, most of it didn't matter so much to him any more, even if he had "thought it was cool," sixteen months ago. Fionnula was a little more sentimental about both her things and theirs actually. She is still in negotiations to adopt all the stuffed animals that the boys have relegated to the Goodwill pile. But even Fionn, who started by organizing her room with all her toys and books arranged neatly along the wall right next to her bed (mattress) where she could always see them, has been consistently rearranging each week and in the current arrangement, many of her things have migrated to her closet.
Life has commenced here. Liam and Fionn have almost completely taken over care of the yard; Liam waters and feeds the kitty we inherited, Fionn weeds and harvests the garden the previous owners planted for us. Ronan works three days a week at a local furniture store saving money for school in January and a mission in the Spring. Our older kids are around, many of them living in the house with us for differing amounts of time, and most weekends are a big, loud, crazy, family reunion. I am slowly building my spice collection back up and enjoying cooking some recipes we haven't tasted in months. Homemade cookies are such a luxury. But we also still enjoy some beans and rice, our Costa Rican staple, every now and then (even if we can't get Lizano salsa) and peanut butter and honey sandwiches, our nearly daily lunch for outings in Ireland and Scotland, are still just as delicious. And I wouldn't mind a good baguette either (I genuinely mourned the day I realized the Ritter Sport and Cadbury chocolates were all gone). We go on walks, do school, watch movies, sew, play games and read books and we are happy. But last week Fionn confessed to me that, "I like being home, but sometimes it's kind of boring."
Wednesday, June 27, 2018
On Our Way home
Edinburgh, Scotland to Liverpool, Oxford, Gatwick, England
We left Edinburgh on Saturday (May 19th) morning and took three days to get to London and catch our flight home from Gatwick airport. First stop as we crossed into England was Alnwick castle. Pronounce 'annick' by the natives, though they call the nearby river the 'Aln.' Hmmmm. It also happens to be the castle where many of the outside scenes in Harry Potter were shot. We didn't tell the kids any of this and just waited for them to recognize it. They didn't. Though to be fair it doesn't look a lot like the Hogwarts you actually see in the movie, only if you are good enough to recognize small parts of the castle. The castle walls where the broom flying lessons are held, the archway that Hermione stomps her way through and where Hagrid drags a Christmas tree, the inner yard where Harry and Ron crash land Mr Weasley's car. What we didn't expect was that the castle is actually still the residence of the Duke of Northumberland and we toured some of the rooms where the family resides when they are there. Because of course it isn't their only home! It was a little surreal after seeing all the castle ruins over the past two weeks to then walk though a currently inhabited one, complete with flat screen tv, beanbag chairs, and Coca Cola in the immense library.
From there we moved on to the ruins at Corbridge Roman Town and then to Hadrian's wall! I have wanted to see Hadrian's wall since I learned of its existence, which, sadly was when I studied Roman history as an adult with my children. We were able to walk along it for awhile, though our time was a bit limited that day, but we could also see a long stretch of it from the road as we drove. And the ruins at Corbridge were amazing. At the end of our day we were in Liverpool, clear on the other side of the island from Edinburgh and hardly a direct route to London, but Fionnula is a huge Beatles fan and so we had a mission to accomplish in Liverpool.
Sunday we really did try to go to church. It was our last Sunday of our year of travel, and we arrived at the ward building only to find it locked and deserted. Presumably it was stake conference somewhere. With no real way to find the meeting, we went ahead with what was to be our post church plans and took a self-designed and -guided, driving tour of the essential Beatles sites in Liverpool. This resulted in a series of fantastic photos of Fionnula posing in front of each of the band members' childhood homes, as well as at the Penny Lane road sign, the Strawberry Fields gate, and a statue of the whole band down by the docks. It was a lot of fun and Fionn was absolutely thrilled. We finished our day in a tiny, extremely basic, one room rental in Oxford, where Ronan and Liam slept sideways in a double bed, feet dangling off the edge, in order to get maximum bed width and avoid accidentally touching one another in their sleep (just in case there was a blanket buffer down the center though).
Monday, we ate a giant English breakfast at a cafe downtown and then explored Oxford for a few hours. We toured Christ Church college and cathedral, including a few more Harry Potter filming sites. The Divinity School at the Bodleian Library is both the hospital wing and the ballroom dance class, the entrance hall at Christ Church College is the entrance hall at Hogwarts and Hogwarts' great hall is inspired by the dining hall also at Christ Church. We finally found ourselves a candy store that sold sherbet lemons and learned that they aren't, as we had thought, exactly the same thing as lemon drops just with a different name, rather they are similar to lemon drops but with a center of tart, fizzy stuff that pours out once it has disintegrated enough in your mouth. We watched rowing teams practicing and researched how the Cambridge college system works (I think I finally have a good grip on this, its basically the same thing as the house system at Hogwarts, but on a larger scale). We also learned that its cheaper to go to Cambridge than many US schools. We finished up our explorations of Oxford by driving by a house with a giant shark diving through the roof and then headed on to our bed and breakfast near Gatwick airport. Where ate a weird dinner of leftover foods that we still carried with us and instant noodle pots we picked up at the store, turned in our rental car, and repacked and weighed everyone's luggage.
Then Tuesday we flew nine hours straight from London to Denver Colorado, where my father met our seriously late plane and where we experienced the depravity of an American public bathroom. But it was great to feel the Colorado sunshine again and to find my sweatshirt still stashed under the passenger seat in our very own, very spacious, Honda Pilot (Olaf), and to drive home to Mom's on the right hand side of the road!
We left Edinburgh on Saturday (May 19th) morning and took three days to get to London and catch our flight home from Gatwick airport. First stop as we crossed into England was Alnwick castle. Pronounce 'annick' by the natives, though they call the nearby river the 'Aln.' Hmmmm. It also happens to be the castle where many of the outside scenes in Harry Potter were shot. We didn't tell the kids any of this and just waited for them to recognize it. They didn't. Though to be fair it doesn't look a lot like the Hogwarts you actually see in the movie, only if you are good enough to recognize small parts of the castle. The castle walls where the broom flying lessons are held, the archway that Hermione stomps her way through and where Hagrid drags a Christmas tree, the inner yard where Harry and Ron crash land Mr Weasley's car. What we didn't expect was that the castle is actually still the residence of the Duke of Northumberland and we toured some of the rooms where the family resides when they are there. Because of course it isn't their only home! It was a little surreal after seeing all the castle ruins over the past two weeks to then walk though a currently inhabited one, complete with flat screen tv, beanbag chairs, and Coca Cola in the immense library.
From there we moved on to the ruins at Corbridge Roman Town and then to Hadrian's wall! I have wanted to see Hadrian's wall since I learned of its existence, which, sadly was when I studied Roman history as an adult with my children. We were able to walk along it for awhile, though our time was a bit limited that day, but we could also see a long stretch of it from the road as we drove. And the ruins at Corbridge were amazing. At the end of our day we were in Liverpool, clear on the other side of the island from Edinburgh and hardly a direct route to London, but Fionnula is a huge Beatles fan and so we had a mission to accomplish in Liverpool.
Sunday we really did try to go to church. It was our last Sunday of our year of travel, and we arrived at the ward building only to find it locked and deserted. Presumably it was stake conference somewhere. With no real way to find the meeting, we went ahead with what was to be our post church plans and took a self-designed and -guided, driving tour of the essential Beatles sites in Liverpool. This resulted in a series of fantastic photos of Fionnula posing in front of each of the band members' childhood homes, as well as at the Penny Lane road sign, the Strawberry Fields gate, and a statue of the whole band down by the docks. It was a lot of fun and Fionn was absolutely thrilled. We finished our day in a tiny, extremely basic, one room rental in Oxford, where Ronan and Liam slept sideways in a double bed, feet dangling off the edge, in order to get maximum bed width and avoid accidentally touching one another in their sleep (just in case there was a blanket buffer down the center though).
Monday, we ate a giant English breakfast at a cafe downtown and then explored Oxford for a few hours. We toured Christ Church college and cathedral, including a few more Harry Potter filming sites. The Divinity School at the Bodleian Library is both the hospital wing and the ballroom dance class, the entrance hall at Christ Church College is the entrance hall at Hogwarts and Hogwarts' great hall is inspired by the dining hall also at Christ Church. We finally found ourselves a candy store that sold sherbet lemons and learned that they aren't, as we had thought, exactly the same thing as lemon drops just with a different name, rather they are similar to lemon drops but with a center of tart, fizzy stuff that pours out once it has disintegrated enough in your mouth. We watched rowing teams practicing and researched how the Cambridge college system works (I think I finally have a good grip on this, its basically the same thing as the house system at Hogwarts, but on a larger scale). We also learned that its cheaper to go to Cambridge than many US schools. We finished up our explorations of Oxford by driving by a house with a giant shark diving through the roof and then headed on to our bed and breakfast near Gatwick airport. Where ate a weird dinner of leftover foods that we still carried with us and instant noodle pots we picked up at the store, turned in our rental car, and repacked and weighed everyone's luggage.
Then Tuesday we flew nine hours straight from London to Denver Colorado, where my father met our seriously late plane and where we experienced the depravity of an American public bathroom. But it was great to feel the Colorado sunshine again and to find my sweatshirt still stashed under the passenger seat in our very own, very spacious, Honda Pilot (Olaf), and to drive home to Mom's on the right hand side of the road!
Friday, June 15, 2018
Driving around Scotland
Edinburgh, Scotland
For our last week in Scotland we had a rental car, and it was glorious. Since leaving the states we have rarely had our own car to get around in and while we really have loved the easy availability of public transportation, particularly in Europe, we will never again take for granted the luxury of not having to carry on our bodies everything we might need for our entire day out or the simpleness of getting where we want to go without consulting time tables and bus routes. Just get in a car and go. And we did just that for our final week in Scotland and Europe.
First we extended our exploration of castles and palaces to those a little further afield from our base in Edinburgh. We started with Linlithgow Palace, and Blackness and Doune Castles. I don't think I could ever tire of visiting Castles. Linlithgow, of course, was a palace and not a castle, so no real military aspect to it but mostly a fancy schmancy royal residence, specifically this was the palace where Mary Queen of Scots was actually born. It was huge too, with lots of narrow hallways and spiral staircases and was generally a lot of fun to explore. Blackness was much smaller, but was also almost strictly military and sits right on the Firth of Forth (which I love to say), so seeing it included a bit of much appreciated beach walking. The gun holes carved through impossibly deep walls were also a highlight. Doune castle happens to have been a primary filming location for Monty Python's Holy Grail so they offer an audio guide narrated by Terry Jones that not only gives the history of the castle but also points out where scenes from the movie were filmed and is generally entertaining. They also sell coconuts in the gift shop if anyone wants to re enact the knights galloping around the countryside. Our last castle in Scotland was Stirling Castle, which has been restored with painted walls and ceilings while all the others we visited were maintained as ruins. The real highlight here for me was the Stirling Heads, huge wooden medallions with heads carved into them that once decorated some of the ceilings in the castle. In one room they have covered the ceiling with replicated heads and I am still annoyed with myself for not spending more time looking up at them there, but I did spend more time in the gallery where the actual surviving heads are on display.
In addition to castles though we used our car to get ourselves out to see the magnificently creepy Kelpies, the William Wallace memorial, the Stirling bridge, Abbotsford, Rosslyn Chapel and best of all Glencoe and Glenfinnan in the Highlands. The Kelpies are impossibly huge horse head sculptures (30 metres high Google says). Apparently kelpies aren't actually horses at all but malevolent water spirits that often appear as horses and lead humans to watery deaths. Who knew? Well, to be fair, my kids did. Abbotsford was Sir Walter Scott's home, mostly exciting because of the gorgeous gardens and surrounding park. Rosslyn is an amazing little chapel which we got to with only 20 minutes to closing and so had a whirlwind introduction to, but will have to return to someday. Probably when I go back to see those Stirling heads again. And also Holyroodhouse. Holyrood is the current palace of the Royal Family when they are in Scotland and the ancient (well not so ancient, but still going way back) home of the Scottish Royal Family, because even though we were right there several times during our stay in Edinburgh, we never tried to actually tour it until our very last day when it was closed! For the Royal Wedding they said. Which wasn't happening in Scotland so I don't know why they closed it. Frustrating all around. This is why sometimes more careful planning is to your advantage I guess. Anyway, Glencoe and Glenfinnan were our biggest driving day. It was a good 4 hour drive up to Glenfinnan, where we picninicked and hiked and generally just admired the amazing viaduct made all the more awesome by the fact that in the Harry Potter movies the Hogwarts Express crosses over it! We did see a train go by, but it was cleverly disguised as any ole boring train.
Our last day in Scotland was spent back in Edinburgh and back on the city buses visiting downtown galleries and parks, listening to street musicians, and completely missing Holyrood. Dang it. We really loved Scotland and will miss it, but we sincerely plan to return someday. Maybe I can convince my entire family to live there with me. We will explore castles every day. Maybe every week.
For our last week in Scotland we had a rental car, and it was glorious. Since leaving the states we have rarely had our own car to get around in and while we really have loved the easy availability of public transportation, particularly in Europe, we will never again take for granted the luxury of not having to carry on our bodies everything we might need for our entire day out or the simpleness of getting where we want to go without consulting time tables and bus routes. Just get in a car and go. And we did just that for our final week in Scotland and Europe.
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Our last day in Scotland was spent back in Edinburgh and back on the city buses visiting downtown galleries and parks, listening to street musicians, and completely missing Holyrood. Dang it. We really loved Scotland and will miss it, but we sincerely plan to return someday. Maybe I can convince my entire family to live there with me. We will explore castles every day. Maybe every week.
Wednesday, May 16, 2018
It's Almost Over
Edinburgh, Scotland
We are approaching the end of our planned year of travel. We have had a lot of fun, but sometimes I catch Ronan when he thinks no one is looking, clicking through slideshows of homes for sale in Idaho Falls. Ha! Kris and I were talking the other day that a couple years ago we were dreaming of the day we would no longer own a home and we could travel the world free of the encumbrances of home ownership but that now we dream of having our own home again; of sleeping in our very own beds with our pillows and our blankets, of cooking in a kitchen that is all ours using utensils and appliances that we understand and can find, and of shopping in familiar stores where we know where to find what we need and where we know that we will find what we need. Traveling like this has really been fabulous in so many ways but it has also had its challenges.
Most of the challenges fall into a category of minor frustrations and inconveniences. For instance appliances that don't function or which are significantly different from what we are used to and thus require a steep learning curve to utilize. A good example being the radiant heating systems in our European homes: turning on the heat in one of our apartments included three different switches in three different closets in two different rooms, all this before turning the dials on the individual radiators in each room could be expected to do anything. In our flat in London, turning on the water to the shower unit (because yes, we had to actively switch on the water), turned off the heating system and if we forgot to turn the shower system back off, then the apartment would be freezing when we returned. Oh, and every single outlet in the houses here has its own off/on switch, no big deal once you know that (and judging from the sparks that fly if I plug something in when the switch is already on, probably a good idea), but confusing before you figure it out. We have experienced dryers that don't work, kitchens that have almost no supplies, kitchens that have bewildering supplies, homes that are just plain dirty, homes that are full of cockroaches (but not necessarily dirty... cockroaches are just a fact of life in Costa Rica). Sometimes we cannot find the house easily, or the directions to get in don't work, or the key isn't where it should be. I used to tell the kids about the horror of growing up in a family of seven living in a one bathroom house, well these kids have lived that horror now many times over. Our housing is usually small, and someone ends up sleeping in the living room. We have been wearing the same few outfits each for a year and most of us are ready to never see these particular clothing items again. We usually have no car and we often hike a mile to and from a grocery store, returning home each laden with full to bursting bags over both shoulders. Shopping in a foreign country means giving up your favorite peanut butter and being prepared to experiment somewhat with foods that may not be familiar. And every couple weeks we pack everything back in our two bags each and take off by foot and bus and train and plane dragging all our belongings behind us or on our backs. All of these though truly add to the adventure and are at worst minor frustrations and are frequently even entertaining (including the cockroaches).
But there are real challenges too and they are mostly about what we left behind. We left behind a community. Our dentist. Our ward. The YMCA. Our library. Familiar streets and stores and parks. There is a level of security in knowing where things are, when things are happening, and what you can expect from certain people and knowing that they know what to expect from you. We get a tiny bit of that feeling of community when we go to church each week, where it may not be the same people from week to week, and the meetings may not even be in English, but the basics are at least familiar. Besides that and one visit with cousins in England, we have been largely surrounded by people we do not know, who do not know us and who we are unlikely to meet again. It can be a tad isolating sometimes to always be in an introductory mode with everyone around you and to always be unfamiliar with your surroundings. It makes a simple trip to the grocery store just a little more complicated, a lot more if you also throw in a foreign language.
We left behind a home. Our home isn't even waiting for us to return to, all that remains to us of what was our home in Colorado is a ten by ten storage space behind a big orange door. We aren't even completely sure of everything that we will find when we start to open up those boxes stacked there. In fact I have a persistent fear that I probably got rid of something that I am really going to wish I still had and that I will only realize it when I have unloaded and sorted through it all. My other concern is that I will discover I saved stuff that I don't care about, so I guess the real fear is that the me a year and a half ago saved the wrong things for the me now. We miss having our own space though. Some of our homes this year have been great, some of them have been truly terrible, but none of them have quite been our own.
Most of all, we left behind people we love. Of course we have each other, and we have certainly drawn closer depending on one another for everything. And we have a technological connection (for which we are extremely grateful) to anyone we want. We text and call and skype friends and family daily. But it isn't quite the same thing as playing basketball at the park together or sitting next to one another at the movies or staying up late playing games and we really miss and crave those in-person connections. All year long Ronan and Liam have done an online seminary class, again a technological advantage for which I am extremely grateful, but I worry a little too, that they have missed out on sitting in a room of friends learning and goofing off together. Fionnula talks to friends through a computer, but I worry a little that she doesn't get to giggle and laugh and play on a playground with them. We are really looking forward to seeing, in real life, not on a computer screen, at least some of our favorite people in just a week. Sadly, some of our favorites will still be far away from us when we buy a new house in Idaho, but I guess in those cases there continues to be the technology advantage, and hopefully the occasional visit too, since we will at least have an address again.
We truly loved our year of being nomads, and we do not plan to completely give up our traveling ways, but rather to strike a balance wherewith we can explore far and wide and still have our very own pillows waiting for us when we return.
We are approaching the end of our planned year of travel. We have had a lot of fun, but sometimes I catch Ronan when he thinks no one is looking, clicking through slideshows of homes for sale in Idaho Falls. Ha! Kris and I were talking the other day that a couple years ago we were dreaming of the day we would no longer own a home and we could travel the world free of the encumbrances of home ownership but that now we dream of having our own home again; of sleeping in our very own beds with our pillows and our blankets, of cooking in a kitchen that is all ours using utensils and appliances that we understand and can find, and of shopping in familiar stores where we know where to find what we need and where we know that we will find what we need. Traveling like this has really been fabulous in so many ways but it has also had its challenges.
Most of the challenges fall into a category of minor frustrations and inconveniences. For instance appliances that don't function or which are significantly different from what we are used to and thus require a steep learning curve to utilize. A good example being the radiant heating systems in our European homes: turning on the heat in one of our apartments included three different switches in three different closets in two different rooms, all this before turning the dials on the individual radiators in each room could be expected to do anything. In our flat in London, turning on the water to the shower unit (because yes, we had to actively switch on the water), turned off the heating system and if we forgot to turn the shower system back off, then the apartment would be freezing when we returned. Oh, and every single outlet in the houses here has its own off/on switch, no big deal once you know that (and judging from the sparks that fly if I plug something in when the switch is already on, probably a good idea), but confusing before you figure it out. We have experienced dryers that don't work, kitchens that have almost no supplies, kitchens that have bewildering supplies, homes that are just plain dirty, homes that are full of cockroaches (but not necessarily dirty... cockroaches are just a fact of life in Costa Rica). Sometimes we cannot find the house easily, or the directions to get in don't work, or the key isn't where it should be. I used to tell the kids about the horror of growing up in a family of seven living in a one bathroom house, well these kids have lived that horror now many times over. Our housing is usually small, and someone ends up sleeping in the living room. We have been wearing the same few outfits each for a year and most of us are ready to never see these particular clothing items again. We usually have no car and we often hike a mile to and from a grocery store, returning home each laden with full to bursting bags over both shoulders. Shopping in a foreign country means giving up your favorite peanut butter and being prepared to experiment somewhat with foods that may not be familiar. And every couple weeks we pack everything back in our two bags each and take off by foot and bus and train and plane dragging all our belongings behind us or on our backs. All of these though truly add to the adventure and are at worst minor frustrations and are frequently even entertaining (including the cockroaches).
But there are real challenges too and they are mostly about what we left behind. We left behind a community. Our dentist. Our ward. The YMCA. Our library. Familiar streets and stores and parks. There is a level of security in knowing where things are, when things are happening, and what you can expect from certain people and knowing that they know what to expect from you. We get a tiny bit of that feeling of community when we go to church each week, where it may not be the same people from week to week, and the meetings may not even be in English, but the basics are at least familiar. Besides that and one visit with cousins in England, we have been largely surrounded by people we do not know, who do not know us and who we are unlikely to meet again. It can be a tad isolating sometimes to always be in an introductory mode with everyone around you and to always be unfamiliar with your surroundings. It makes a simple trip to the grocery store just a little more complicated, a lot more if you also throw in a foreign language.
We left behind a home. Our home isn't even waiting for us to return to, all that remains to us of what was our home in Colorado is a ten by ten storage space behind a big orange door. We aren't even completely sure of everything that we will find when we start to open up those boxes stacked there. In fact I have a persistent fear that I probably got rid of something that I am really going to wish I still had and that I will only realize it when I have unloaded and sorted through it all. My other concern is that I will discover I saved stuff that I don't care about, so I guess the real fear is that the me a year and a half ago saved the wrong things for the me now. We miss having our own space though. Some of our homes this year have been great, some of them have been truly terrible, but none of them have quite been our own.
Most of all, we left behind people we love. Of course we have each other, and we have certainly drawn closer depending on one another for everything. And we have a technological connection (for which we are extremely grateful) to anyone we want. We text and call and skype friends and family daily. But it isn't quite the same thing as playing basketball at the park together or sitting next to one another at the movies or staying up late playing games and we really miss and crave those in-person connections. All year long Ronan and Liam have done an online seminary class, again a technological advantage for which I am extremely grateful, but I worry a little too, that they have missed out on sitting in a room of friends learning and goofing off together. Fionnula talks to friends through a computer, but I worry a little that she doesn't get to giggle and laugh and play on a playground with them. We are really looking forward to seeing, in real life, not on a computer screen, at least some of our favorite people in just a week. Sadly, some of our favorites will still be far away from us when we buy a new house in Idaho, but I guess in those cases there continues to be the technology advantage, and hopefully the occasional visit too, since we will at least have an address again.
We truly loved our year of being nomads, and we do not plan to completely give up our traveling ways, but rather to strike a balance wherewith we can explore far and wide and still have our very own pillows waiting for us when we return.
Monday, May 14, 2018
We Love Edinburgh!
We are in beautiful Edinburgh, Scotland! It really is gorgeous here, and not just because Europe appears to finally be getting some sun! The trip from Tralee involved a train ride across Ireland to Dublin and then flights to London and then on to Edinburgh. We arrived here on a Friday afternoon and my luggage didn't actually make the full trip with us, but rather stayed on in London for an extra day. I really didn't mind so much, as it meant I didn't need to drag it along on the bus to our Edinburgh home but rather it was delivered to our door the next day courtesy of the airline. I had jammies and a toothbrush in my carry-on, so the only inconvenience really was making sure we were here to receive it at the door. It all went a lot more smoothly than when the airline tried to replace Ronan's luggage that was destroyed somehow between Miami and Heathrow, that took a full two weeks to be resolved. We spent our Friday and Saturday exploring our immediate neighborhood, finding a local grocery store, taking walks on the numerous paths where it always smells of wild onions, and enjoying our fabulous flat that is spacious, comfortable and clean and, best of all, has two full bathrooms and beds for everyone! Yay! Our next door neighbor is the Chinese consulate and there is a huge rugby stadium and park across the street.
Our real explorations of Edinburgh started Monday morning. We can catch the bus right outside our front door and go pretty much anywhere within the city. We toured Edinburgh Castle. It poured rain on us, but we persevered and ran between the dungeon and the chapel and the great hall. We checked out the Scottish crown jewels (twice, cause, why not), watched them fire the one o'clock gun, which startled a scream out of a little girl watching behind us and then ate our picnic lunch at a table inside the cafe during the worst of the rain. We walked the Royal mile and saw bagpipers and a woman with spiked and wildly dyed hair sitting at a spinning wheel right on the sidewalk spinning wool and more shops selling scarves than you would think could possibly be sustainable. We hiked up Calton Hill to see Edinburgh's own Parthenon ruins and to look down on the city as darkness fell. We hiked to the top of Arthur's Seat which I hope really is where Camelot once stood and this time consumed our picnic outside despite the killer winds and cold.
We went to the zoo where they have pandas and koalas and chimpanzees. It was really a very satisfying zoo day, even if the "penguin parade" ended up being only about 5 penguins marching out of one gate of their enclosure, along the sidewalk, and then back in another, they were still penguins and thus cute. All day long there were keeper demonstrations at various locations and every single time the same keeper was giving the talk. One night there was a big football/soccer game a few blocks from here and lots of fans gathered at the pub across the street before the game. They were loudly singing something to the tune of winter wonderland and shooting green smoke in the air before they all marched off right down the center of the street presumably on their way to the game. Where they lost, we watched it on tv as tickets to a Hearts vs Hibs game only days before the game are pretty scarce.
We did the National Museum, a decision which was met with some initial moaning that we had already seen a billion museums, but in the end they seemed to genuinely enjoy it, especially all the various interactive exhibits in the science sections. And Robert the Bruce's sword was pretty popular too. Our last trip of the week was to Craigmilar Castle on the edge of town. Liam says it was our best castle yet. He is partial to ruins over castles that still have roofs and this one was ruins but with still functioning stairs so they could climb almost all over it, even up on the battlements. It was very cool. It is also where Mary Queen of Scots possibly colluded with her Lords to have Lord Darnley killed, a possibility that has never really been proven but my kids all say she was definitely part of the plot.
We still have a few things we would like to see and do here in Edinburgh, but we also are picking up a car for the duration of our stay and want to explore further afield too so we are working on prioritizing. And then on Saturday we will begin our drive south and eventually back to London from where we will fly 'home' to Colorado.
PS: When people ask where we are from I still say Colorado, even though that answer gets complicated if they inquire further and discover that I go back to the States in a couple weeks and expect to then live in Idaho. Whatever, I am from Colorado.
Saturday, April 28, 2018
Castles and Crumbling Abbeys and Beaches and Cliffs and Rain
Dublin and Tralee, Ireland
After two weeks in London and two weeks in Paris, Ireland has been a very welcome respite from crowded trains, tiny apartments and the endless concrete of urban living. Okay, Paris and London do both have lovely parks and gardens, but it isn't quite the same as the cliffs and oceans and fields of Ireland.
We left Paris on Wednesday morning, spent a night in a Bed and Breakfast near Heathrow, and then flew on to Dublin on Thursday. We had the weekend to see all we could of Dublin. We learned all about the 1916 rising at the Collins Barracks, visited many of the actual sites of the rebellion in the city, ate ridiculously huge and delicious doughnuts and took our first taxi rides of our trip so far finding Dublin cab drivers to be immensely entertaining people. But on Monday morning we caught a train to the southwest coast where we are currently lodged in a four bedroom house in Tralee that we have used as our base for exploring. We enjoyed seeing museums and cathedrals, historical sites and monuments, but when we park our car and let the kids loose on a hiking trail along an Irish cliff side, the joy the kids get being in nature or climbing over ruins is blatantly obvious. They are even happy looking at the flocks of sheep from the car windows as we drive by.
So stuff we did before we turned in our rental car:
We drove the Dingle Peninsula, where we got ourselves a little lost
in the narrow one-lane-but- still-two-way-roads that are pretty typical here looking for a lake that we couldn't really get out at, but then we did get out at a beach and played catch with a slightly pushy momma australian shepherd and her tag along puppies. We saw an impressive castle ruin, but only from behind a fence warning us to stay away. We paused briefly at a roadside waterfall and then drove up over a mountain pass in fog that rendered either side of the road virtually invisible.
Next was the Ring of Kerry where we first walked around the top of Geoghan mountain and cliffs and then the Kerry cliffs. The Kerry cliffs were particularly stunning.
Then we did the Cliffs of Moher too because we were on a roll with the cliffs. It was a fairly longish drive from Tralee, but totally worth it. First we walked all the way out to Hag's Head and back, stopping lots along the way to check out the view of course. It is deceptively far to get all the way out there, but Kris and I had done it before so *this* time we were prepared for the nearly 6 mile trek out and back (not so much last time). And then we went up the stairs towards the O'Brien tower and out the other way to get a good view of where we had just been. It was a great walk and it was an atypically sunny day too (thank you, Ireland!).
Our short day was a trip to Killarney where we took a tour of Ross Castle. According to our guide it is the only fully restored tower house in Ireland, though tower houses themselves are everywhere, one of my favorite things about Ireland. After the castle we drove over to Muckross House in Killarney National park and just walked around the grounds some, no one was real interested in the tour inside the house (Kris and I have done it before. Meh. The castle is way more cool) but they loved the parks and gardens.
Our last big road trip was almost to Blarney Castle, but it ended up being to the Rock of Cashel, because its just too cool. We stopped first at Lough Gur and saw an old tomb and then a Stone Circle. I love stone circles. This one was pretty huge. Ronan speculated that it was probably a sports field. Liam that it was to keep cattle in. And Kris said maybe it was just how they punished their kids, making them move really big rocks. They all were pretty entertained to imagine that these long ago people would be entertained to know that we are all speculating about the importance of this big circle if it really wasn't such a big deal but just something ordinary. Then we drove to Killmallock (and learned how to pronounce it) where we saw a couple abbey ruins and were asked "Are you tourists? Americans? Visiting our little town? How did you ever find it?" Ha! I can't believe the town isn't over run with tourists. But its not. And then we finished the day at Rock of Cashel and Hore Abbey in the wind and rain.
And now we are without a car and planning to just enjoy our little Irish town. There is a great fish 'n chips place. The grocery store bakery makes amazing scones that I can't stop eating and their Cadbury hot chocolate was on sale last week so we are all stocked up. The park has nice walking trails, there is a movie theater and walking mall and I can hear the church bells from our house. It does rain basically every day, sometimes almost violently, our tv is my laptop, our dining room chairs are all in various states of disrepair and the shower actually ceases to function after two showers and needs a good thirty minutes to recover. But we can work with all that, especially with an adequate supply of scones and hot chocolate.
After two weeks in London and two weeks in Paris, Ireland has been a very welcome respite from crowded trains, tiny apartments and the endless concrete of urban living. Okay, Paris and London do both have lovely parks and gardens, but it isn't quite the same as the cliffs and oceans and fields of Ireland.
We left Paris on Wednesday morning, spent a night in a Bed and Breakfast near Heathrow, and then flew on to Dublin on Thursday. We had the weekend to see all we could of Dublin. We learned all about the 1916 rising at the Collins Barracks, visited many of the actual sites of the rebellion in the city, ate ridiculously huge and delicious doughnuts and took our first taxi rides of our trip so far finding Dublin cab drivers to be immensely entertaining people. But on Monday morning we caught a train to the southwest coast where we are currently lodged in a four bedroom house in Tralee that we have used as our base for exploring. We enjoyed seeing museums and cathedrals, historical sites and monuments, but when we park our car and let the kids loose on a hiking trail along an Irish cliff side, the joy the kids get being in nature or climbing over ruins is blatantly obvious. They are even happy looking at the flocks of sheep from the car windows as we drive by.
So stuff we did before we turned in our rental car:
in the narrow one-lane-but- still-two-way-roads that are pretty typical here looking for a lake that we couldn't really get out at, but then we did get out at a beach and played catch with a slightly pushy momma australian shepherd and her tag along puppies. We saw an impressive castle ruin, but only from behind a fence warning us to stay away. We paused briefly at a roadside waterfall and then drove up over a mountain pass in fog that rendered either side of the road virtually invisible.
Next was the Ring of Kerry where we first walked around the top of Geoghan mountain and cliffs and then the Kerry cliffs. The Kerry cliffs were particularly stunning.
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| Kerry Cliffs |
Then we did the Cliffs of Moher too because we were on a roll with the cliffs. It was a fairly longish drive from Tralee, but totally worth it. First we walked all the way out to Hag's Head and back, stopping lots along the way to check out the view of course. It is deceptively far to get all the way out there, but Kris and I had done it before so *this* time we were prepared for the nearly 6 mile trek out and back (not so much last time). And then we went up the stairs towards the O'Brien tower and out the other way to get a good view of where we had just been. It was a great walk and it was an atypically sunny day too (thank you, Ireland!).
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| Cliffs of Moher |
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| Ross Castle |
Our last big road trip was almost to Blarney Castle, but it ended up being to the Rock of Cashel, because its just too cool. We stopped first at Lough Gur and saw an old tomb and then a Stone Circle. I love stone circles. This one was pretty huge. Ronan speculated that it was probably a sports field. Liam that it was to keep cattle in. And Kris said maybe it was just how they punished their kids, making them move really big rocks. They all were pretty entertained to imagine that these long ago people would be entertained to know that we are all speculating about the importance of this big circle if it really wasn't such a big deal but just something ordinary. Then we drove to Killmallock (and learned how to pronounce it) where we saw a couple abbey ruins and were asked "Are you tourists? Americans? Visiting our little town? How did you ever find it?" Ha! I can't believe the town isn't over run with tourists. But its not. And then we finished the day at Rock of Cashel and Hore Abbey in the wind and rain.
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| Rock of Cashel |
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