The closest I got to private plane.
Hello Saint Barthélemy (St Barts)… it’s great to be back.
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Sent my men to their next adventure…
One to Summer Camp a little bit everywhere in France. He’ll then come back thinking he’s more French than his own mother.
One to Summer Work in Singapore. It’s like normal work without the nagging of being back on time for family dinner. 😉
I will leave on my own next adventure tomorrow… stay tune.
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Last day of school in France was yesterday and as I spent the evening with my childhood friends and will spend tonight with other friends from my village I thought it was a good time to re share what I wrote 5 years ago about how different my childhood summer vacation and my children summer vacation are.
Those are the 3 schools I have attended (kindergarten/primary, Middle School and High School) in comparaison, daughter went to 7 schools in 6 countries and son to 4 different schools in 4 countries (so far).
I lived in the same village, same house next to my maternal grand-parents for 20 years. I went to the village Primary school then to the next town Middle school (where all the kids from surrounding villages would go) then onto High school in the next bigger town (with a good chunk of the same friends) and finally College in Grenoble. But most of my friends follow the same pattern. There were no tearful good-byes at the end of the school year because none of my friends would not come back for the next school year or i wouldn’t start yet another year in another school in another country with another set of friends to meet.
No my childhood last day of school was not a mixture of happiness (yeah for summer vacation) and tear (saying good bye ‘for good’ to your BFF) and a plane to catch to see your family far away on another continent. My last day of school was pure happiness for the upcoming days of freedom which I would mostly spend with exactly the same kids I hanged out at school roaming the woods around, riding our bikes all day long and surrounded by my family (I did have a set of grand-parents in Italy that we would visit but it only involved long car ride)
Definitely a different childhood, not better not worse. And as we are now spending our summer in our house in a village only a couple kilometers from where I grew up I can still see my old childhood friends. They often ask me if my kids wouldn’t like a ‘normal’ life (aka stay put somewhere long term). But for my kids their life is normal, that’s what they are used to and the way their friends live too.
Not better, not worse
Original post here.
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When you like your island so much you have a (almost 😜) life-size sculpture in your home.
Shout out to my little sister on her birthday.
From my little island (but bigger than yours!) in Southeast Asia to your tiny island in the Caribbean.
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