The pleasure is all mine! I expect I’m not the only one who’s a tiny bit envious of what you’re doing. Plus, as I cast my eye around the flat this evening, the idea of being a ‘carry-on only’ family is distinctly appealing!
I love seeing all the different ways people approach family life and education. So much inspiration and so good to be reminded that there’s no one ‘right’ way.
Wonderful post, sir! As fellow travelers it was easy to relate to the "harsh realities" you discussed. Sri Lanka was...difficult to say the least. At the airport we were accosted by a 16-year-old boy and his five younger sisters, the latter of whom wanted to take pictures with my blond wife and daughter. While doing so, the young man told me that if I liked any of the daughters I should just take them with me. That was Colombo, but on the Southeast coast where we were it was much worse. This was the region, you'll remember, hardest hit by the tsunami. One man–who stank of alcohol at ten in the morning–told us on the beach (yes that beach) that the Wave had swept away ten members of his family.
Our daughter is about ten years older, which means most of her lessons were the kind you described above, and not curricular-y (?) in Nature. But at least she's gotten to see amazing corners of this world during our six-odd years on the road...
Thanks for all you do, Catherine. Happy to join your list of guest contributors.
The pleasure is all mine! I expect I’m not the only one who’s a tiny bit envious of what you’re doing. Plus, as I cast my eye around the flat this evening, the idea of being a ‘carry-on only’ family is distinctly appealing!
This is really great! I've grown one kid and, starting the next, it is really exciting to me to get fresh perspectives and ideas!
I love seeing all the different ways people approach family life and education. So much inspiration and so good to be reminded that there’s no one ‘right’ way.
Wonderful post, sir! As fellow travelers it was easy to relate to the "harsh realities" you discussed. Sri Lanka was...difficult to say the least. At the airport we were accosted by a 16-year-old boy and his five younger sisters, the latter of whom wanted to take pictures with my blond wife and daughter. While doing so, the young man told me that if I liked any of the daughters I should just take them with me. That was Colombo, but on the Southeast coast where we were it was much worse. This was the region, you'll remember, hardest hit by the tsunami. One man–who stank of alcohol at ten in the morning–told us on the beach (yes that beach) that the Wave had swept away ten members of his family.
Our daughter is about ten years older, which means most of her lessons were the kind you described above, and not curricular-y (?) in Nature. But at least she's gotten to see amazing corners of this world during our six-odd years on the road...