Goodbye Yellow Brick Road

The Power and Freedom of Quitting

Instinctively, I gasped, partly as an exaggerated joke and partly because I was a little worried on the off-chance that tarot cards are legit. Is it silly or is the universe trying to tell me something? And IF there is some mystical force guiding my hand, a bleak skeleton figure wielding a sickle, corpses littering the background and the word “DEATH.”written on the card I picked isn’t particularly comforting. As if the ominous font in black capital letters wasn’t enough, that period stamped on the end just seemed a bit overkill. Pun intended.

Justin was acting as fortune teller, and although he is a master of bullshitting, that’s about the extent of his expertise in this matter and we refer to our little Tarot Card Meanings Booklet to interpret the cards.

Turns out the DEATH. card, although menacing and grim in appearance, actually has a beautiful message. The explanation reads:

Death in this instance should not be literally taken as the end of life. It signifies the end of a cycle and beginning of a new one. It indicates transformation of the individual to a new state of being.

I think back to the many lives I’ve lived. Yes, there is more than one. Everybody has a handful of experiences that put a mark on their timeline and from that point on, life can be measured as before and after, similar to the way we talk about pre and post 9-11 or how we now reference pre-Covid times.

One of my big life-defining events was having children. I vaguely remember the girl I was before I was a mother. I now think back fondly on her freedom and roll my eyes at her worries, which now seem small and insignificant. That girl “died” on December 29, 2011 when Teddy was born. It sounds depressing to phrase it that way, but it’s true. I never went back to being that girl. She’s gone, but in her place is now a more complex, loving, tired, nurturing woman- a little older and wiser, battle-scarred from the sleepless nights, hopefully a bit less selfish.

The DEATH. card got me thinking about life changes and how to take a bit of control over that timeline. It reminded me of the desperate times I fought and pleaded with myself to hang on to a life that was no longer serving me. It got me thinking about the importance of knowing when to quit.

I taught at the same school for 10 years. Growing up, I lived in the same house for 18 years. I went to Queen of the Holy Rosary Catholic School from Kindergarten through 8th Grade with the same group of kids. I took dance classes at the same dance studio from Kindergarten through High School. I have had 1 boyfriend, married him and we’ll celebrate our 13 year anniversary in August. I have lived a very consistent life. I have never quit anything (unless you count quitting Girl Scouts in 1st Grade. That was not my jam). But now, I’m a quitter and it feels great!

Three fourths of the way through a graduate program for Elementary Art, I quit. It was the first domino to fall in my new quitter mentality. Quitting on a commitment was completely out of character for me. In fact, it never even crossed my mind as an option. I was under a lot of stress and I was no longer enjoying my classes, but I kept barreling through because that’s what you are supposed to do. Quitting was irresponsible, but when someone suggested the possibility of stopping or taking a break, it was like a lightbulb went off in my head.

Sending that email to drop out felt so good. I felt lighter; happier all of a sudden. I read an analogy once about a person looking out from behind prison bars, feeling trapped, but behind him, there is a wide open door. I gave myself the illusion of being trapped by commitments and responsibilities, but in reality, it was always possible to walk away. My mind was the only thing holding me back. I have imprisoned myself in society’s standards, fear of what others will think, or simply continuing a current path, even when it stopped being enjoyable. Now, I look back and think of all the times I forced myself to suffer through or waste my time on activities I didn’t really care about. What was the point?

Socrates said, “The unexamined life is not worth living.” Stopping to evaluate my life, my goals and my priorities, has significantly increased my happiness. My life is not perfect, but it’s a lot better than my past life as a stressed-out, overachieving, under-sexed, super-mom, Pinterest teacher. It was a slow and painful death to get rid of that life, but thank goodness she finally passed on because that version of me was a real drag!

If you’ve never done this, I would encourage you to take 5 minutes for this little exercise, inspired by author Max Strome, and shared with me by a buddy here in Tunisia. Get out a pen and paper and time yourself for 5 minutes. In that time, write down your definition of happiness. (If you want to give it a try, do it now, and don’t scroll on because I don’t want my definition to influence your original thoughts and ideas.)

Here is my definition:

Happiness:
Living in the present moment, in awe of what you have. Feeling gratitude for the big and small things in life.
Living life to the fullest, like a child, with wonder and curiosity. Laughing and playing often.
Living with passion for people and ideas that excite you. Never stop learning and growing.
Living in a state of peace with yourself and your surroundings, understanding that we are not always in control and change is inevitable and healthy. No grasping or longing. No dwelling or stewing.
Living with a sense of connection with people and nature.
Being true to yourself. Shackles off. No faking it.

On a piece of paper, this handwritten note is hanging on my bedroom mirror. I see it and read it every day while I’m doing my hair and getting ready for work. It is my litmus test for my right path. I try to base my decisions on this, especially big decisions.

Recently, I was considering a career move into counseling. It’s been an interest of mine for some time and I think I would enjoy it. I began looking into Master’s programs and along with my school research, I talked to counselors to learn more about the job. As with any career, there were pros and cons and I had a hard time deciding if I should make the move. In the end, my definition of happiness helped me make up my mind. I want to have a work-life balance and enjoy what I have around me. I want to travel and spend time with my family. Working nights and weekends as a counselor and not to mention the years of studying just didn’t fit with my priorities. I decided to quit before I even started.

This past year has brought a lot of change, and a lot of it is thanks to being a quitter. I quit trying to please everyone. I quit a Master’s Program. I quit my job. I quit being a perfectionist.

I was always under the impression that quitting was lazy, but what I didn’t realize was that when you let go, you make room for something better. It can be scary to make a big change, but when I went on my quitting spree, I found freedom and a better version of myself. I took pole dancing classes. I started this blog and rediscovered my love of writing. I began meditating daily and went on an amazing wellness retreat. I met new people who have had a huge influence on my life. My friendships grew deeper. My marriage has gotten stronger. I moved to Tunisia and started a new job. I would have never made time for these things if I hadn’t forced some dead weight out of my life.

It would have been easy to continue trudging along, but quitting led me to something better. Don’t be afraid of the DEATH. card. Every end is a new beginning.

Valentine’s Day Inspiration

I love Valentine’s Day! I can remember my mom decorating the house with pink and red streamers and balloons. There were cards and little gifts on the table when we woke up. One year she even pulled me out of school early to make cupcakes and celebrate. Justin has also spoiled me. One year he surprised me with a newly painted bedroom and new bedding when I came home from work. I love writing letters and coming up with surprises for my own kids. I love helping them make valentines for their friends and I exclusively wear pink and red outfits for the whole week. It’s kind of a big deal.

Here are a few of my favorite ideas to celebrate with the people you love, big and small.

Fancy breakfast or brunch. This works especially well if it falls on a weekend, but I have been known to change the date of Valentine’s Day and celebrate on a weekend instead of the actual day just to make it happen. Pictured here are mini pancakes with Nutella, whipped cream and strawberries, with sausage.

2. I love a good scavenger hunt. One year I hid the kids Valentine gift and hid clues around the house to have them find it. Anything to prolong the fun is great, almost better than the gift itself.

3. Speaking of gifts, I usually go with a picture book or stuffed animal, but I’m also a big fan of new pajamas, robes or slippers.

4. This year, I’m simplifying the scavenger hunt idea and taping hearts all around the house for the kids to find. Pink hearts for Penny and red hearts for Teddy- equal amounts of each. If you have more than one child, you know why this is imperative. They will collect their hearts that either have little notes or “coupons” on them, and when they finish, they have to put their hearts together to spell out a message because on the back of each heart is a letter. Spoiler alert: The message is “Happy Valentines Day.” Creative, I know. When your kids are young, you gotta keep it simple.

5. Coupons- I’m a big fan of this idea and have reused it for many years. It’s free and it emphasizes spending time with each other rather than material possessions. Usually coupons for the kids are things like staying up later, dessert, free hugs. Anything works. They love “spending” them, and it makes the coming weeks fun because we have little positive activities sprinkled in each day. (Coupons also work for spouses. I won’t share those ones because they can get a little X-rated… )

6. Because I love writing, I also usually sneak in a way to write love notes to the family. One year, I made them mailboxes and they each had to check their mailbox every day leading up to Valentine’s Day to get their love note. I’ve also written notes on their bathroom mirror with a dry erase marker or posted notes on their bedroom door. Hiding notes in a lunch box is fun too, especially if you slip in a piece of candy with it.

7. Valentine’s Day is for friends too. Last year, I threw a Valentine’s party and made personalized conversation heart decorations. We listened to music and ate and played games. Eventually the decorations turned into a game. Who can throw one of those gross conversation hearts into someone’s drink. That I don’t recommend because a conversation heart gin and tonic is pretty awful tasting. I mean, I still drank it, but it wasn’t good.

8. This year, my friends are doing a long distance countdown to V-day. Each day, we message each other on WhatsApp according to the day’s theme. February 2nd, we sent our favorite love songs. On the third, we shared quotes. Today we are doling out marriage advice. That should be entertaining.

I hope some of these ideas got you excited about celebrating Valentine’s. It doesn’t have to cost a lot of money or take a lot of time, but a small gesture can mean a lot. This weekend I’ll be shopping for gifts. Justin and I have a signature cocktail in the works and I’m guessing we will order takeout and have a pretty chill day. Happy Valentine’s Day!

Shopping, Animals, and Weird Plants

A discussion of the nuances and entertainment of living in Tunisia

Shopping

Most things are cheap in comparison to America and after 6 months here, it still amazes me. I walk away from shopping feeling like I got a steal and would have gladly paid 5 times as much. A quick estimated conversion in my head, dividing by 3, gives me a rough estimate of how much it would cost in US dollars. That 10 dinar pizza is really like 3 and a half bucks! And this isn’t really a tipping culture so when I give the delivery guy a few extra dinar, he looks a bit stunned.

Clothing shopping is an interesting experience, one that I found entertaining at first, but now find a bit annoying. The first time I walked into Zara, I took a shirt off the rack and it was immediately scooped up, out of my hands by an overly helpful sales associate. I tried on a coat and was literally helped into it. The sales guy, always about 2 feet away, followed me everywhere I went, held my stuff, complimented my choices, and eventually whisked me off to the “personal shopper” dressing room. Amusing, until the day that you just want to shop in peace.

I’ve had someone take me by the hand and put a bracelet on my wrist (and I was even looking at bracelets). I’ve had sales people hold up product after product and ask if I want this or that (and repeat that sales technique about 20 times). Once we had an unsolicited tour guide highjack our walk and then we had to pay for the unwanted “tour.” I’ve also been in stores where they aren’t quite as aggressive, but nevertheless, I am followed, always watched. Last time I was in a department store, buying shoes for Penny, I looked around at one point and realized there were about 10 employees just staring at us, like something out of a horror movie. Surely we can’t be THAT interesting! When I finally checked out, the man behind the counter asked if I spoke French. When I said no, he immediately started talking with two other employees in French and was not discrete in the fact that I was the topic of conversation.

But… I have “sucker” written on my forehead. I have purchased one too many items in Tunisia simply because it was easier to go along with the sale than repeatedly decline in a language I don’t know.

I should mention that I’ve also found the exact opposite situation here as well. There are some places that make it so hard to buy from them. Won’t answer the phone, no location or hours listed, not searchable, and completely disinterested in helping you. It’s like you have to beg them to take your money.

One thing I haven’t gotten used to are the 3 decimal places and lack of decimal point. Sometimes a comma is used in place of the decimal point and sometimes there’s nothing at all to distinguish place value. So a 35 dinar purchase looks like 35,000 on the cash register and receipt. I about had a heart attack the first few times I saw that!

Animals

After an unfortunate gory nightmare that led to a sleepless night for Teddy, we now give advance warning before turning down the street with the butcher shop so he can close his eyes. Penny tells us it’s “gross” but she still looks. I’m kind of with her on that. I hate seeing blood, but my morbid curiosity gets the best of me and every day I can’t help but take a peek at the decapitated cow head hanging from a chain, eyes open, tongue sticking out- the same cow I saw pacing across the street earlier in the morning- now in pieces and almost fake looking. Apologies if that description was too much. I’ve been desensitized.

The local cats are familiar now. There’s “car cat” who sits on the warm hoods of cars in the school’s parking garage. He’s fluffy and dirty and always looks pissed off. There are the playful kitten siblings that are brave enough to roam the hallways of the school. Bob makes an appearance once in a while. He doesn’t have a tail. Around our house we see Gus. He hops the wall into the yard and sits on our patio furniture. He can barely open his eyes. He’s usually limping or showing off a new battle scar from a recent fight. When we don’t see him in our yard, he’s usually found dumpster diving. He’s afraid of us, but I’m afraid for him- afraid he’s going to croak in our garden and my kids will get yet another lesson on the circle of life. At one point we had a litter of neighborhood kittens. It was tempting to want to take one of them home. Actually, we did take one home for a playdate, but we returned him to his brothers and sisters after a couple of hours. These cats have generations of street cats in their bloodline and surely they are more feral than domesticated. I won’t get to find out because being a pet owner doesn’t work out well with traveling the world on a whim.

And finally- this random animal story: One day, we came home to find a man standing outside of our gate looking perplexed. When he saw us drive up, he told us in broken bits of English his bird was in our house. Ummm…. Say what? He asks if he can get it, and when we realized he meant yard rather than house, we invited him inside the gate. I went into the house to retrieve a basket or something helpful for catching a bird. By the time I got back outside, there was a small group of people looking at our olive tree. I soon found out the basket was unnecessary as the man reached into the tree and pulled out a small hawk with his bare hands and then they all left. Just another day in Tunisia…

Weird Plants

I’m writing this on the last day of January, and despite the fact that the locals are wearing heavy winter coats, the climate is mild enough that the flowers have never stopped blooming. There are fruit trees and palm trees and a tangle of colorful flowers almost everywhere you go. We were lucky enough to get rosemary plants and plenty of fruit trees in our own backyard. We have a Charlie Brown-looking apple tree that is literally being held together with tape. We have a beautiful olive tree and a lemon tree that is always producing. But the most common tree in our yard are the orange trees. We have 3 of them. Very exciting! However, as soon as they were ripe, we discovered that they taste awful and no amount of sugar or marmalade-making will make them edible. So now, on a windy day they just fall off the tree and we have orange balls all over our lawn. They are good for juggling so there’s that…

We don’t own any equipment to take care of our yard so we hired a gardener to come out occasionally for mowing and such. He does most of his work while we are away at school and he’s very self sufficient and always comes up with a to-do list, mostly of things I would never even think of doing. A couple of weeks ago, I came home to new plants… but not just any plants! Now, proudly displayed in the front lawn are 4 of the biggest, most phallic-looking cactus plants. Just what I’ve always wanted…

For your viewing pleasure: the manly cacti and a couple other exotic, bizarre looking specimens we’ve come across:

Honorable Mentions

The Metric System

After 6 months, I am no longer phased when my GPS system tells me to turn in two kilometers or when the directions on a box mix call for 500 ml of milk or ask me to preheat the oven to 170 degrees Celsius. I don’t naturally have these conversions in my head so I have to look them up every time… or I don’t. I have found that you can get through life fairly easily without knowing what’s going on. Sure it was uncomfortable at first, but now I’m just used to living in a bit of confusion. I smile and nod or guess or say, “Oui!” and 9 times out of 10 it works out.

Parking

Getting a parking ticket in Kansas is an unfortunate but quick and painless procedure, but here in Tunisia, they aren’t messing around. Park illegally here (which is very easy to accidentally do) and they will tow your car away or put a lock on the front wheel. My time is worth more than my money so the inconvenience of calling and waiting and hoping you can communicate is a huge pain! They come and unlock your car and you pay anywhere from 15 to 50 dinar (I think depending on how they are feeling that day). If deterrence is the goal, it works. My car has been booted twice, and now I am so careful about where I park and will gladly use paid parking lots just to avoid the hassle.

Radiators

When we moved into our house and I saw all of the radiators against the walls I was nervous. I’ve never been in a house that uses radiators for heating. I was afraid one of the kids would bump into it and burn themselves. Some of the radiators are directly below towel racks or curtains and I was sure we would burn our towels and curtains or cause a fire. But oh my goodness, was I wrong. I never want to go back to centralized heating. The radiators are perfectly warm and not too hot to touch. They work great and not only do they warm up the house, they warm towels and robes and clothes and blankets and even stuffed animals! On cold mornings, Penny now insists that her clothes be laid on the radiator before she gets dressed. You know that feeling of warm clothes right out of the dryer? We have that, in an instant, all the time! It’s magical. When I write in my gratitude journal, I almost always include the radiators. I hope my tone isn’t coming across as sarcastic because I am 100% serious. I love my radiators!

There are probably so many other quirky things about life here that I’m not even thinking of because I’m just used to them now. Lord help me with my reverse culture shock when I go back to the States and roll through stop signs, use commas instead of decimal points, and become insecure because no one is staring at me.

Look at Where You Are

An update feels appropriate as we mark this milestone, half of a year living in Tunisia. It’s not what I expected, but then again, I had no prior knowledge about expat life and I couldn’t even find Tunisia on a map. And of course I had no idea we’d be doing all of this during a pandemic. I asked Justin what I should write about today. I was drawing a blank because all of the “adventures” I thought I’d be sharing have been canceled or postponed. At this point I should have been jet setting off to Italy for the weekend, spending my Fall Break in Spain and Christmas in Paris…. But instead I’ve been lounging around the house like the rest of the world. In a lot of ways, it’s been good for me. In my search for adventure and meaning, I’ve stumbled upon something else: peace.

Recently, I was in a state of questioning. Have I chosen the right career? Are we on the right path? I was feeling a bit stagnant and my automatic response is to search for some excitement. I need that high- that next big thing. I was on a roll for quite a while in my life where every year seemed to bring some new adventure- marriage, new job, new baby, another new baby, another new job. I like change. I moved here for the adventure and here I was sitting around, staring at my phone, watching TV, doing a whole lot of nothing. Realizing this made me feel awful and a bit frantic. “We need to go out and DO something,” I would beg my family. So we’d go take a walk, have a picnic at a historical site, order from a new restaurant, but in my head I kept thinking, I need more. The Corona virus is holding me back. My job is holding me back. My family is holding me back.

And then I woke up one morning with this song stuck in my head- not the whole song- one particular line of a song I hadn’t listened to in months, all of a sudden, replaying over and over again. From Hamilton by the great Lin-Manuel Miranda:

Look at where you are

Look at where you started

The fact that you’re alive is a miracle

Just stay alive, that would be enough

If you know me, you know I’m a big believer in signs from the universe, and this was one of many. This one just happened to be so literal it felt like the universe was knocking me over the head with it; like “Hello! Look around you. You’re in it. Right now. Wake up and appreciate what’s in front of you!”

I thought back to a conversation with my husband where he called me out for always chasing something just beyond the horizon. Will I ever be satisfied? Will it ever be enough? Everyone’s heard the old adage, life is about the journey, not the destination. But this isn’t the first time in my life that I’ve caught myself racing ahead, goal oriented, focused on my future.

Well, as frustrating as this pandemic has been, it’s also been a wake up call. It’s forced me to stop. We have a curfew; can’t be out past 8pm, 7pm on weekends. Can’t cross borders into different governorates (kind of like states) No leaving Tunis- no road trips. The hospitals are at capacity. We know more and more people here getting Covid. We are not only following the rules placed on us by the government, but also trying to be responsible and limit our social interactions. It’s easy to feel stuck.

Luckily, I seem to have turned a corner with one simple technique: gratitude. I should clarify, it’s simple in the fact that it’s not a very strenuous or complex idea, yet it’s extremely effective for finding happiness and peace. However it’s not simple in the fact that it’s not always easy to break old patterns of thought and start positive habits.

Here’s the basic gist of it though: If you are thinking about what you are grateful for, you are automatically bringing yourself into the present moment, and simultaneously thinking positively. When you concentrate on the good, the little annoyances and problems in your life are no longer in the forefront of your mind. And when you are truly living in the here and now, it’s easier to find enjoyment in life and let go of stress.

But like I said, it’s hard to build a new habit. I needed reminders. One suggestion was to think of a visual signal, like every time you see a stop sign, think of something you are thankful for. I tried that but kept forgetting. I get that driver’s amnesia. I’d get to my destination and then remember, “Dangit, I forgot to pay attention to the stop signs!” (It doesn’t help that no one really pays attention to the stop signs here.)

Finally I found something that worked. I have this smooth stone. Kind of a long story, but I wrote “Be Strong” on it and gave it to my mom years ago when she was going through a tough time. When I moved to Tunisia she gifted it back to me. So I have this stone and I put it in my coat pocket and every time I put my hand in my pocket I rediscover it and remind myself to stop whatever I’m thinking in my head and say something I feel gratitude for.

A few days ago, I was feeling stressed at school. I was walking my class to lunch. It was cold and windy. I was hungry. The kids were loud. I’m sure I unknowingly had a scowl on my face. And then, I put my cold hands in my pockets to warm up and found the smooth stone and I forced myself to say one thing in my head that I was grateful for. I think I said something insignificant like, “The flowers are pretty today” AND I swear the clouds parted and the sun shone down on me that very instant. I genuinely felt thankful for the sudden relief from the cold. And then I kept going. Walking into the lunch room, I was thankful that food was ready and I didn’t have to make it. I passed by Justin’s room and felt thankful that I have a husband who loves me. All of a sudden, the campus was beautiful. The sounds of children laughing were joyful. Everywhere I looked, I could think of some amazing aspect of my life and how incredibly lucky I was just to be here.

It was a revelation. I was able stop my negativity in its tracks and change my mood. The rest of the day I was relaxed and happy, and I got a bit hooked on playing with this stone in my pocket and going through my gratitude list. The best part it is, it didn’t stop when the day was over. Of course, I’d be lying if I told you I’ve been 100% positive ever since. Nope. Not even close. But I have found that I’m not dwelling on the next big thing all the time. I’m not upset when we have a day at home with no plans. I’m not craving change as much as I was. And I am finding joy in the simple things.

I signed up for Masterclass (the online courses taught by famous writers, chefs, etc.). I’m enjoying learning new things. I’ve been reading and journaling more (sometimes in fun places like old Roman ruins). I don’t have to cook most days, but when I do, I enjoy it. It’s kind of therapeutic chopping and stirring and listening to music or having conversations with Justin. Instead of reaching for a quick beer, Justin and I have been taking the time to create signature cocktails. It’s just as much about the process as it is about the product. Getting our produce from the fruit stand or the bread from the bakery doesn’t have to feel like a chore. It’s a fun little outing and an excuse to practice our Tunisian Arabic.

I haven’t written a post in a while because I didn’t think I had anything “exciting” to say. But life doesn’t have to be exciting all the time. Focusing on adventure had me tuning out wonderful, little everyday moments. Don’t get me wrong, I still want to travel and have exciting stories to share, but at the moment, I feel pretty content with daily life. So that’s my update. After 6 months here, this feels normal. My life abroad no longer feels like an extended vacation. I’m used to the sights and sounds and food and driving. We have settled into our house. We go to work every day. Our kids go to school. We know the local cats and the best place to get ice cream. It’s not glamorous, but it’s comfortable. And when we go to our backyard to pick a lemon from our tree or get a glimpse of the beach, I am cognizant that I am fortunate to be here and these are not experiences I’d be having if I wouldn’t have taken this leap.

Away For The Holidays

Christmas means time with friends and family. Traditions. Togetherness. But what if you are thousands of miles away? 5,367 miles to be exact (Eudora, Kansas to Tunis, Tunisia). How can you be apart and together?

In a turn of unexpected events, more people find themselves in this situation, even if they live in the same town as their relatives. The Covid-19 pandemic has a lot of people rethinking how to celebrate from a safe distance.

I think framing it in a positive light is key. We may not physically be in the same location, but there are still ways to feel connected. You just have to get creative. Luckily, I have months of practice living in Africa while my family and friends remain in the States. We have all learned how to keep in touch and I’m proud to say that my relationships are just as strong as they were before our move. In fact, there are some people I talk to more consistently now than I did when we lived in the same state. Of course, I would much rather see them in person, but everyone has made a great effort of making us feel included from afar.

The following are some creative ideas to help people in long-distance (or Covid-related distance) relationships. Some are more intricate than others, requiring more planning. Most of these ideas are targeted towards families with young kids. I hope they inspire you to think about connection in new ways.

Daily Photo Challenge Sharing

This is not a new or unique idea, but it’s traditionally a solo project. There are lots of photo challenges on pinterest and other sites. Basically, for every day in a month, there is a new prompt, such as “morning” and you take a photo of what that prompt means to you. For the prompt “morning” you could take a picture of your coffee cup or the sun rising, etc.

I took this idea and created a calendar with prompts (some personalized) to share with some of my friends back home. I’ll create a seperate chat on WhatsApp just for this so it doesn’t clog up our other conversation threads. I’m hoping that sharing photos with each other each day will help us get little glimpses into each other’s lives and encourage more communication. Who doesn’t love getting nice text messages throughout the day?! I also made a calendar for my kids and their friends as well- less complicated and not daily, but I think they’ll have fun getting a turn as photographers and having the opportunity to connect with their buddies. Plus, it kind of doubles as a countdown till Christmas.

Bedtime Stories

Part of the bedtime routine in our house is cuddling up with a good book and reading to our children, but what if we allowed our far-away family to join us? There are two ways we could do this. We could let grandparents find a book and video call us at a particular time. A live reading just takes a little coordination to schedule. Currently, we are 8 hours ahead of our family so if they call at noon, that’s 8pm in Tunisia. However, If work schedules don’t allow for a reading in real-time, the other option is recording themselves reading a book and sending it for us to watch when we are ready at a later time.

Now if you want to get really fancy and you enjoy video editing like I do, you could coordinate something really special with everyone involved. Luckily, my family is on-board with my flair for drama. I took the poem Twas the Night Before Christmas by Clement Clarke Moore and divided it up into parts. My dad and his wife will read part of the story. My mom and her partner will read part of it. My husband’s parents will read a part, and my sister and her kids will record a part. Once they’ve sent me their video clips, I will edit them together into one surprise video to share with my kids on Christmas Eve Night. They will see all of their grandparents and Aunt and cousins sharing a bedtime tale before they fall asleep. I’m so excited to see how it comes together.

Edit: A friend just shared an app called “Caribu”that might be worth looking into. It’s a video chat app, but it’s targeted to kids and relatives. They can play games like memory match or mazes, read books, and other activities during the video call.

A Shared Meal

Part of the joy of the Holiday Season is coming together to share a special meal. This year, I don’t have access to some of my favorite comfort foods and I certainly won’t be sitting across the table from my family. But sometimes you gotta play pretend! One of the ideas we have toyed with is having each household, near or far make the same recipe on a certain day. We’d take pictures and videos to share along the way and check in with each other throughout the process. Then, when everyone is finished cooking, we would set up a video chat and sit at our respective tables to eat the “same” meal.

A variation of this idea could be sending out a generic recipe, perhaps for something like sugar cookies, and then everyone gets to put their own spin on it. My kids love decorating cookies (usually with disgusting amounts of frosting and candies that should not go together like chocolate chips and red hots, but to each his own, right?). I think they would have even more fun, knowing they have an audience to show them off to afterwards. And ZOOM calls are always better with snacks!

The Little Things

If you are looking for quicker, less complicated ways to connect more often, here are two other things we enjoy:

WhatsApp voice messaging– Texting is great but sometimes it’s so nice just to hear someone’s voice. Plus, my kids have an easier time participating in conversations when they can talk rather than type. Sometimes, I’ll just hand them my phone for a bit and they leave short little messages to grandparents or friends telling them about something they did at school that day or just letting them know they are thinking about them. MarcoPolo is another user friendly app for this. And we’ve learned that you can still feel connected even when you aren’t talking in real time. Sometimes we leave messages for people in the middle of their night and vice versa. Everyone just replies on their own time. I’ve woken up to 60+ missed messages (thanks, “girl chat”) and it’s fun to wake up and read, like my personal social news outlet. I have found that I can still have meaningful conversations even when it’s not in real-time and I am so thankful for that!
TouchNote App– I discovered this because sending mail is not always fast and reliable over here. This app allows you to create postcards or letters on your phone and then they print and mail your physical card. Sometimes if we go to a cool place, like a Roman Ruins site, our postcard will feature a picture of us there and then we tell our loved ones about where we’ve been. It may not be handwritten, but it’s the next best thing. Since the company is located in the US, our friends receive their cards in their mailbox within days of us creating it. If we were to attempt to send a card from Tunisia, friends would have to wait about a month or more to receive it. We are going to create our Christmas cards through TouchNote this year, and the nice part is, it already has all of the addresses saved and ready to go!

So for all those feeling disconnected, I feel you. It’s hard, especially this time of year when the weather gets cold and the Holidays are feeling not quite the same. Remember, this too shall pass and while you are in it, you might as well make it a Holiday Season to remember. Sometimes the creative part of our brain shuts down when we are in survival mode, but even a simple message or call can go a long way. If that’s all that you have the capacity to do, that is enough.

The Guilt of Escape

November 4, 2020- 10:00 A.M (Tunisia Time)- The day after Election Day

You know that scene in Titanic where the people in the lifeboats are rowing away from the sinking ship? That’s a bit what it felt like waking up this morning. I see the state of the things back home and I feel guilt for leaving behind my family and friends.

I feel guilty that I wasn’t inundated with political ads daily.

I feel guilty that I work for a school that is well-funded, where I am respected as an educator. I get supportive, polite emails from parents wanting to know how they can help me and help their child. It’s a nice change from being ignored by administration, yelled at by parents, and physically harmed by students back in the states.

But I digress… This morning, I assumed I would wake up to election results. I could sleep through the stressful news coverage and just hear the good news in the morning. But instead I’m sitting here, writing out my thoughts because it’s currently undetermined and the margins are way too close for comfort.

I am confused and hurt. Why is it this close? Why do close to 50% of Americans think Trump is the best choice to lead and represent our country? I’m not trying to be snarky. I truly don’t get it. He is a sociopath. He thinks women are objects. He makes blatant lies with no apologies. He incites hatred and racism. He is only looking out for himself. Why do you like him?

Do you know that people from other countries feel sorry for us? When people ask me where I’m from, a little part of me is embarrassed to say America. Sometimes, I consider lying and saying I’m from Canada because I don’t want to be associated with the corrupt government, the hatred and violence of white supremisists, and the idiocracy of those who think they know more than scientists and doctors because they read an article on some random website.

Most of us have been indoctrinated to think we live in the “greatest country in the world.” Well, nowhere is perfect, but I can speak from experience that moving to Africa, I feel safer than I did back home. In Tunisia, the rate of gun ownership is 0.1 per 100 residents. (In case you are curious, that rate in the US is 90 guns per 100 residents- a 900% increase.) I don’t really worry about school shootings any more. (I don’t want to come off as naive. I do understand that Tunisia has it’s issues and I happen to live in a bubble here. It is a 3rd World Country and that comes with obstacles.)

Again, I digress… Is it a religious thing? Is that why people I know voted for him? Is it soley for the abortion issue? You realize, despite his tear gas, Bible photo op, that Trump is as far from moral and spiritual as you can get, right? He doesn’t give a shit about unborn babies. And if you are that concerned about the sanctity of life, why aren’t you concerned about lynchings and children locked in cages at the border and people dying from lack of healthcare or the incompetence of how the pandemic has been handled?

He is a monster. Please tell me you see that. He’s not funny or cool or down-to-earth. He’s an infant. He’s ego personified. I feel like I’m in an episode of the Twilight Zone where everyone is seeing something else I don’t see.

I’m glad I got out. I’m glad I’m not in America right now. I wish I could have brought the people I love with me. And yet, I understand my privilege. I understand that because most of my friends and family are white, middle class, they will be fine. How messed up is it that those two arbitrary factors make or break you in our country? I’m sad for the place I call home. I can’t stand that it is so divided and filled with hatred. And I really hate that, no matter who wins the presidency, we will still have half of the country that stands behind the ideals that put Trump in office the first time around.

Culture Shock

I was warned multiple times before moving overseas that I would succumb to something called “culture shock.” It sounded very dramatic and unpleasant. I saw the roller coaster-looking line graph. I studied the “symptoms” and “coping strategies.” I tried to prepare myself mentally and emotionally.

Well, I’m happy to report that after about 2 months in Tunisia, this “culture shock thing” isn’t as bad as it sounds (at least in my experience). I really think it needs a new name and a new graph. Maybe “culture adjustment” or “culture curve” or “sometimes life sucks no matter where you are, but right now it happens to suck in a new country.”

If you aren’t familiar with the concept of culture shock, here it is in a nutshell: Honeymoon, Frustration, Adjustment, Acceptance

You go somewhere new and have a “honeymoon” period where everything is new and exciting. This is followed by hostility and irritability. You are frustrated with the differences you experience such as language barriers, different ways of thinking, new foods, and just feel a general longing for home. Eventually, you adjust to the new culture and gain knowledge and tools to help you live in this new world. And finally you adapt. Life feels basically normal. But… that’s not really the end… When you return to your home country, you get to experience all of these stages again with reverse-culture shock. Fun times!

The view from our balcony, watching the kids play in our yard

But like I was saying, the word “shock” feels a little hyperbolic, and in my personal experience it hasn’t been a continual path forward on the “roller coaster chart.” I have definitely moved backwards on that line graph, sometimes gradually and sometimes like I fell off a cliff. (Oops, now who’s being dramatic?)

The “symptoms” can be confusing. Mood swings. Loneliness. Irritation. Feeling critical. Lack of confidence…. Umm, pretty sure that just describes my past year and I definitely hadn’t left the US at that point… None of these things seem that unusual.

I was talking with my husband, Justin, about this and he had the perfect revision for the culture shock graph. It’s not a line. It’s a circle. Brilliant! You see, for me, I feel like I’ve just been going round and round between good periods and bad periods, but it always seems to cycle back around.

Here’s how I’ve experienced a change in culture:

The highs are high! Sometimes, I feel like I’m on top of the world here. I am so lucky. This place is gorgeous and fun and interesting. I’m at the beach one weekend and the Roman ruins on the next. Am I on vacation or is this my real life? And being “fake rich” is the BEST! I’m not actually rich. I don’t own this amazing house, but I get to pretend that I do. And because the school is paying the bills, I have extra money. Then if you account for the very cheap cost of living in Tunisia, it all adds up to a pretty cushy lifestyle.

But other times, it does not feel like a fairy tale. I miss my friends and family. I get irritated with myself that I am not brave enough to hop in the car and go to a store on my own. I love feeling independent and confident and I certainly don’t feel like I possess either of those qualities here. I’m snapping at my kids because I’ve just made them their 3rd breakfast and they still haven’t eaten because they don’t like any of this food. I try to video chat with people back home and between crappy internet and lag time, I feel more disconnected from them than I did before I called. Sometimes I feel helpless and stupid when I can’t communicate with people speaking a different language and I have to rely so heavily on others to do very simple things.

My mom and Frank sent us a care package of American food we’ve been missing.

These highs and lows come and go sometimes within a matter of minutes, but other times I can feel the stress or longing gradually building up and I know I’m on a downhill slope. And this up and down thing has happened over and over again like a circle going round and round. Perfect example: Sometimes the traffic here stresses me out and sometimes it makes me laugh. Just depends on the day.

But again, how is this drastically different from the highs and lows I experienced before I moved? On a particularly hard day here, Justin asked, “If you were back in Eudora right now, do you think you would be happier?” And my answer was no.

I moved to Tunisia for a reason. I’m pretty sure I’d be miserable if I was still teaching at the same place, doing the same things every day. I knew last year that I had to throw a wrench in my life in order to move forward in a healthier, happier way. I remember someone telling me the thought of moving to a new country sounded scary, but for me, the thought of staying was scarier. I was apathetic, burnt out, frustrated, and sad during my last year in Kansas. I’ll take these “culture shock” lows over that any day. And the bonus is that it comes with the really high “highs” in between.

So, I’ve been around the circle a few times (or more), and I know my triggers. During “quarantine periods” where we are more isolated, I tend to feel more sad. I always do better when we have activities planned. I don’t like sitting at home. Stressful work situations (like switching to distance learning) can also trigger a downward plunge. (Sounds like my issues are Covid related and not Tunisia related…)

I think along with the honeymoon/frustration cycle, I’ve been moving forward along the chart as well, getting more accustomed to life here. (Oh boy, the chart just got another new revision!) I am not as “shocked” by things I see and hear anymore. I feel more and more comfortable with every passing week. The little successes (bought a lamp today and had sushi delivered to our house!), growing friendships and comfort with work routines make me feel like I’m quickly approaching the “acceptance” phase. I’ve done a lot of adapting and adjusting to this new life and I feel like I’m in this sweet spot at the moment. I do not take this life for granted. I still feel very lucky to be here, but at the same time I’m not quite as wide-eyed and amazed as I was when we first arrived in Tunisia. I’d say 85% of the time I feel comfortable and living here feels “normal.”

Emotional ups and downs happen everywhere. Culture shock just encompasses very specific ups and downs because there are specific challenges that come with adapting to a new culture. I’m sure lots of people could relate to these phases with a new job, new baby, new relationship, new house or city. Honeymoon, Frustration, Adjustment, Acceptance. I think we’ve all felt those with some change in our lives. I’m still dealing with emotions in the same way. I’ve just swapped my Kansas problems for some new, exotic problems and my issues now have fancy charts.

To sum it all up, culture shock sounds scarier than it actually is. I’m getting used to my new life here and most of the time it feels great, but don’t be fooled! Nothing is perfect. The picturesque photographs don’t capture the behind the scenes details. There have been ups and downs and I miss my friends and family terribly, but adjusting to life in Tunisia has been well worth it, culture shock and all.

Two Months in Tunisia

Happy 2 Month Anniversary, Tunisia! It really feels like I’ve been here a lot longer than two months. I am feeling pretty settled and comfortable. And I’ve checked off so many items on my Tunisian “Bucket List.”

See Roman Ruins
Visit Bardo Museum
Walk around Sidi Bou Said
Take pictures by fancy doors
Start decorating our house (buy/make art)
Buy authentic Tunisian rugs and pottery
Go to the beach
Participate in social activities
Try traditional Tunisian food

I’d say I’m still in the honeymoon phase. I feel happy and inspired. Even when I stumble across inconveniences and language barriers, I don’t get overly upset (majority of the time). I’m used to the sights and sounds, but still appreciate the beauty and quirkiness of this place. I’m not shocked when I see a camel head hanging in the butcher shop or when I see a motorcycle driving the wrong way down the highway.

I’m not surprised when I go to a store during regular business hours and they have a sign on the window saying they will come back in 30 minutes. In fact, I’ve come to expect it. Things that should be quick and easy are not so quick or easy in Tunisia. Two months in and I still don’t have a bank account yet. I’ve tried to hire someone to mow our lawn for over a month and I think (fingers crossed) someone might show up on Wednesday. We called to order takeout a couple weeks ago, and they said they decided not to open. And my finest example of “classic Tunisia” is the fact that my mom mailed a letter to us on August 10th and I just received it yesterday on September 29th. The postal service seems to be close to nonexistent. Living here is a practice in patience.

The exception to this rule is the pharmacy. You can walk into a pharmacy with some hand-written doctor’s note and they start taking things off the shelf. There’s no waiting 30 minutes to get your prescription filled. They give it to you immediately, you pay, and you leave. And half the stuff in there doesn’t even need an official prescription. They will hand you some antibiotics, charge you next to nothing, and you’re on your merry way!

It’s hard to explain, but it feels a bit like Tunisia is just making up the rules as they go. If you like strict order and efficiency, this probably isn’t the place for you. But if you can relax, enjoy the pace, and have a sense of humor about it, it’s not so bad. Go ahead and hop that curb, park your car on that sidewalk, and throw your trash in that empty lot! You’re in Tunisia now!

In our 2 months, we’ve learned a few things. If you are an explorer/ detective at heart, you’ll do great here. There are no websites. (Yes, there are a few, but that is not the norm.) If you want to find a place to buy a pool table or a stuffed animal or a patio chair, it’s going to require some serious investigation.

Sometimes you can find things on Facebook, but mostly it’s word of mouth. It’s like these people don’t want you to find them! And after you “discover” the item you seek, good luck finding it. Don’t expect a parking lot, sign above the store, or an accurate address. Directions from friends sound like, “You know that place where you got your haircut. Go past that, around the roundabout and take the 3rd exit. Then go down the 2nd alley on the right until you see a blue awning. Park there and then go in the orange door, up 2 flights of stairs and the place you need is the 3rd door on the left.”

The interesting part about this is that you discover hidden gems. You can be on a rough street, with litter and stray cats and graffiti on the walls, walk through some sketchy, barely lit hallway, and then you open a door and all of a sudden you are in this posh, upscale little store or a pristine office.

Now, let’s talk food. It’s no secret that getting used to Tunisian food has been a bit of a tough adjustment for our family, but it’s gotten soooo much better!

We like trying new restaurants and we haven’t even scratched the surface. But here’s the thing you need to know about restaurants in Tunisia.

1) Smoking (cigarettes…. Or hookahs) is allowed… ugh! (Remember, rules are for suckers when you live here, so there are no policies about smoking vs. non-smoking sections.)

2) It would be considered impolite for a server to assume you are finished and leave the check so if you want to go, you are going to have to hunt for your waiter and ask to pay. Otherwise, they will let you sit there all day. I think some people do. There are lots of men who hang out in cafes like it’s their full time job.

3) Bring cash, or rather “dinar.” And this is not just for restaurants. Some places take credit cards, but there are a large percentage that don’t.

4) Spaghetti is spicy! I have ordered this as a kid-friendly option at multiple places, and every time it sets my mouth on fire. Why, Tunisia, why?? And speaking of tomato-based things, the ketchup here tastes like the sauce from canned Spaghettios– no joke! It took me a while to figure it out. I kept thinking, “Where do I know this flavor from?” and then one day it dawned on me- Chef Boyardee!

5) Mint tea is very sweet (like Southern sweet tea) and often comes with pine nuts floating at the top. I’m not sure if the pine nuts change the flavor of the tea or maybe you are supposed to eat them? They serve this tea in a glass cup even though it’s steaming hot. Get back to me next month. Maybe then I will have solved the mysteries of the mint tea.

In conclusion, Tunisia is great. There is so much to see and do. I find the “Tunisian way” charming, if not a bit cumbersome at times. But there’s never a dull moment, and that’s exactly what I was looking for. I may not always find the store or the food I want, but I’ve found something much better: adventure!

The Rains in Africa

Another day in the classroom was wrapping up, and I started to hear mumbles from the students and teachers about rain clouds. I briefly glanced outside and sure enough, it was windy and dark. I guess it’s going to rain. I hadn’t looked at the weather forecast that day so this was news to me. I didn’t think anything of it, dismissed my students, and started checking emails.

Teddy burst into my room in a frenzy, also talking about this storm. I hear more and more commotion from the hallways (which are open to the outdoors). I peek out and it’s coming down. Still at this point, I’m thinking “What’s the big deal?” Now, people are leaving their classrooms in parkas and rain boots, umbrellas open, and there’s an announcement over the intercom that teachers need to leave now. No need to stay until contract time. Now I’m feeling confused. Have I missed something? We are talking about rain, right?

I am from Kansas. I’ve driven in a foot of snow. I’ve driven on roads that were sheets of ice. I’ve driven through blizzards and tornado warnings. A little rain is nothing.

Teddy and I pack up our things, and head out, unprepared without umbrellas or proper footwear, but again, I’m from Kansas… Rain does not scare me.

A view of our school on a more mild, rainy day.

We step outside, and immediately, I realize that I’ve never been in rain like this before. It’s hard to even describe the amount of water coming down. We weave our way through campus, running from building to building, and after making it to our last underpass, I’m starting to feel worried. Half of the people we pass say they are staying at school to wait it out. Half of the people say if you want to get home, leave now. Soon the roads will be too flooded for driving.

I decide, we are going to leave. At our school, we park about a football field away from the school building. So, I take Teddy by the hand, and we start running through the rain. About halfway to the parking garage, I start doubting my decision, but we keep running. By the time we reach our car, we don’t look like like we’ve been in the rain. We look like we were thrown into a swimming pool. There isn’t’ an inch of me dry. My hair and clothes are soaked. Teddy’s backpack, which was zipped up, is full of rainwater. We bust into our car, and I’m in shock. “What the hell was that?”

I handed Teddy my phone before we started driving and he recorded this gem.

Now it’s one of my first times driving by myself in Tunisia on this particular day. Tunisian driving is already a bit crazy and I’m not used to this car. It took me a few minutes just to find the windshield wipers and caution lights. Again, I second guess my decision as I back out of my parking spot.

I get onto the roads. I can’t see. Places that are normally 2 lanes now have 5. The honking horns are constant and people are just pushing their way through, like a mob of Kindergarteners trying to get out to recess first. It’s a bit of a miracle that the cars aren’t physically bumping into each other.

But the scariest part isn’t the traffic. It’s the flooding. There are sections of road that look like a river. There were multiple times I held my breath and just went for it even though I wasn’t sure my car would make it across the deep water.

This is a “puddle” during a light rain, so you can imagine it’s much worse during heavy rains.

And here’s the kicker- In all of the confusion, blind driving, and tense moments, I somehow took the wrong exit on a roundabout and now I’m completely lost. It took me a while to figure it out. I kept asking Teddy, “Does this look familiar?” He kept reassuring me that, yes, we are going the right way, but at a certain point, I realized that I had no clue where we were. I pulled over and called Justin in a panic. I tried to give him landmarks to look up, but I couldn’t read any signs through the rain. Google maps couldn’t find my location, and for a few minutes there, I wondered if we would ever make it home.

I managed to find the Carrefour (our mega-store- like Walmart, a grocery store, and a mall combined) on a map and slowly drove toward that direction until I got there. I’ve never been so happy to see that awful place! Now that I had my bearings, I got us home.

At one point, a man rolled down his window and flipped me off. I still have no clue what I did, but he was obviously offended by my awful driving. I hoped that when he saw my white knuckles clutching the steering wheel and the look of panic in my eyes, that he forgave me.

Eventually we pulled into our garage and I staggered into the house wide eyed and shaking. I hugged Justin and finally let myself relax.
Later that evening, a few coworkers messaged to see if we made it home okay. I felt like I had passed my initiation, like- You survived your first time driving in a Tunisian rainstorm. Congratulations. You’re one of us now.

The Ultimate Beach Experience

Rafraf, Tunisia

I guess I’m late to the game, but I just discovered that I like going to the beach. I used to trick myself into thinking that I liked beaches. Everybody likes going to the beach, right? But after multiple attempts, I resigned myself into admitting, “I am just not a beach person.”

To give you some context, here’s a previous beach trip, in 4 acts.

Act 1: Preparation

We’re going to the beach! This will be fun and relaxing. The kids will love it.
Okay, get sunscreen on the kids. “Can you please sit still? Yes, I know you don’t like it on your face!”
Did you grab towels?
Ugh, they are going to be hungry as soon as we get there. We need to pack more snacks.
Do we have a change of clothes? Water? Umbrella? Hats? Extra sunscreen?

Act 2: Arrive at the beach:

Oh god, this stuff is heavy.
Why am I carrying like 20 things and the kids are skipping along with nothing? Punks!
Time to set up our spot. How do you get this umbrella thing in the sand?
10 minutes later- got it!
Oops, the umbrella tipped over.

Act 3: Play time:

Man, I wish my kids knew how to swim.
Where is Penny?! Whew, there she is. Now where did Teddy go?! Oh, there he is.
“Kids, don’t go too far out!”
Man, those waves are strong.
“No, I can’t relax. I’m making sure our kids don’t drown!”
Eek! I just felt something touch my foot.
Are there sharks around here?
What are you supposed to do if you get stung by a jellyfish?
This water is cold. I’m getting out.
Wow, this sun is hot. Surely I’m getting burnt.
Are we done yet?

Act 4: Time to leave:

I’m sooo tired. I can not lift all of this crap back to the car.
“Kids, pleeeaase help!” No luck.
Welp, now our car is a sandbox. Great.
Rinse off the sand. What the heck? How does sand even get there?
Clothes, sand, and exhausted, hungry children are scattered around the house.

The End.

Fast Forward to today...

Our school has a “Sunshine Group” that plans outings and social events. They advertised a trip to Rafraf Beach, in the Bizerte region, and we decided to go. As we drove the hour and a half with whiny, fighting children and a few wrong turns along the way, I was doubting our decision. But, we arrived. We found parking, found the group, and my tension immediately lifted. This was not like any beach I’ve ever visited.

We set down our towels and belongings on chairs and tables instead of dropping them in the sand. We walked up to furniture already set up for us. Tents and umbrellas provided plenty of shade, and there were even hammocks! And the best part was, I didn’t do any of the work!

The water was amazing! Crystal clear, not too deep, and not too cold. We bought our children floatation vests as well so there was a little less stressed about drowning. (Yes, I know it’s not a guarantee, but it helps.) Plus, if they go under, I would be able to clearly see them. Most beaches I’m afraid to get in the water and very afraid of children getting in the water, but here, I actually had fun playing with my kids. Teddy showed me what he’s been learning in his swimming lessons. Penny could touch the bottom even when we were a ways out from the shore. Once in a while we saw a little fish swim by. We all had a great time.

Beaches with all of these amenities are usually set up in front of hotels or restaurants. This particular spot was in front of the Langouste restaurant. You still have the option of bringing a picnic lunch, but we treated ourselves to ordering instead. They brought our food out to our beach table when it was ready.

A note to those interested in visiting: The menu is in French and the only options are seafood. (No obligatory chicken option like most places.) You order your fish and it comes with rice, bread, fries, and salad. The fish I ordered was great. This place doesn’t serve alcohol. The drinks we ordered, citronnade and virgin mojitos, weren’t great, but hey, we can’t complain!

Overall, it was a relaxing, fun day. We alternated between playing in the sea and relaxing in the hammocks or under umbrellas. If this were a vacation, I would have been very satisfied. Sometimes, I have to pinch myself when I remember I’m not on vacation. This was just a local activity on a random Saturday. International teaching life is sweet! As teachers in the US, that little beach trip would have taken years to save up for, and I’m not sure we ever could have saved enough to go overseas with a family of 4. But I digress…

10 out of 10 for Rafraf Beach in Tunisia! I’ve seen the light and I won’t be dreading my next family trip to the beach. If a day at the beach is supposed to be relaxing, these little beach spots have the right idea- no lugging heavy gear, no set up, no food to bring, and perfect water conditions. We’ll be back!