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Islas Ballestas, Paracas, Peru: Penguins In The Wild

Paracas’ teensy port was bedlam, early Wednesday morn. Rows and rows of tourists, craning their necks to see which queue boards next, were uncontestably antsy. So was our toddler Luna. Poor thing was recovering from a fever. It was day 211 of our round-the-world trip, and she just turned sixteen months. Such milestone we were…

Mt. Pulag National Park, Benguet: Mother’s Day Climb

I switched stifling yawns and suppressing chuckles whilst straddled on the bench of our hired pink jeep (Yep you heard me, pink!). A more sluggish hubby donning tightish jeans was seated on the jeep’s roof, the only one from our gang of eight who did so. The thought of him climbing Mt. Pulag, Luzon’s highest…

Parenting On The Road: A Housewife Without A House

“Hot dogs always seem better out than at home; so do French-fried potatoes; so do your children.” ~ Mignon McLaughlin, The Neurotic’s Notebook, 1960It was a dream we lived for 280 days that luckily did not end in tatters. But that’s not to say I got out unscathed. In fact, I emerged battered and bruised….

Hassan II Mosque, Casablanca, Morocco: A Persian’s Birthday

As I munched my jaw-locking, uber chewy breakfast baguette in our characterless Casablanca hotel room, I mindlessly watched a steady morning stream of passersby from the balcony. I was thinking real hard. The room service guy looked vaguely familiar. I knew I saw that face recently somewhere… Before I could recall, the hubby’s voice tugged…

280 RTW Days… And Why We’re Home So Soon.

“Other things may change us, but we start and end with the family.” ~ Anthony BrandtIt ended sooner than expected. Then again, who’s really counting the days? Not us (but that counter on my sidebar is). And I bet my stenchy goat leather wallet from Morocco that you guys aren’t counting either. You most definitely…

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