Juggling 'Round the World

Years and years ago, before we even considered long-term travel with kids, I saw a video of a guy named Matt, dancing his way around the globe. I loved it, the kids loved it - we watched it over and over.  Looking back on it, I think Matt's videos were what sparked this idea of just getting out and seeing the world. 

They also sparked the idea, once we decided to do our own trip, of having some sort of unifying "theme" that we could make into our own memory.  Since my kids are soccer fanatics, an idea was born.  We planned this video before we left, and worked hard to make sure we juggled in as many places as we could. 

While it looks fun and spontaneous, it was anything but. We often had to wade through crowds, stand in strange places to get good shots, and risk the ire of security guards, but we did it.  Some of the juggling is better than others - at times, we had time for a couple of takes, but more often we would have one take, and have to move on.  At the Parthenon in Athens, our one take resulted in an angry guard coming over and making me delete the video because shooting a movie there is illegal. (see post from earlier about not liking Athens). 

To see our video, click here

To see Matt's videos (way more professional!), click here.

It might work below, but if not, use the link to ours above:

FAQ

As expected when you do something out of the ordinary, we get a lot of questions about our trip from family, friends, and strangers. Some are harder to answer than others, but here are some of our most frequently asked questions, and my attempt at summarizing our answers:

Was it amazing?  Um, yes. Amazing, fabulous, spectacular, intense, exhausting.  Give me an adjective (positive, negative, neutral) and I can pretty much use it to describe pieces of our trip. 

Would you do it again?  In a heartbeat. If given the chance, I wouldn't even think twice. I might change up our route a bit (see further down), but there is nothing that we missed out on that I wouldn't gladly miss out on again to take another journey like ours.

How much did it cost?  While I won't go into specifics here, I'm happy to talk about those specifics with people who are genuinely interested because they are considering something similar. In a nutshell, probably less than you assume.  We went in with a budget, and stuck to it. We tried to save on certain days so we could splurge on unique experiences in others, but also kept in mind that we weren't trying to check off a bunch of "I did this" boxes - but trying to experience the cultures and meet the people. This usually costs a lot less than just visiting the typical spots filled with other tourists (although we did some of that, too, of course!).   Brian kept a (somewhat painfully) detailed spreadsheet of pretty much every dollar, yen, rupee, euro, etc that we spent. Want to know how much we spent on lunch on January 5? Brian can tell you.

How did you afford it? Did you win the lottery?  Nope, no lottery winnings were used to fund our grand adventure.   We mostly used savings is the main answer to this.  And like the question above, I'm happy to give more specifics on a personal level.  But we know/met people who are doing this who sold houses, cars, etc to finance their own round-the-world adventure.  It is just about deciding what is important to each family. Living abroad (depending where of course) can be significantly cheaper than living in the US (especially the Bay Area!), so we know of families who gave up a bigger house, or nicer cars, or private schools to fund trips like ours.   I will say, however, that this would have been WAY easier with two kids. Nothing is built for families of 5. If you ask our kids what the "motto" of our trip was, they'll tell you.... "Its Cheaper with Four." We kept threatening to sell one to pay for the rest of our trip.

What was the best/worst part about traveling?  The answer to both of these questions is the same: 24/7 with all five of us in really close quarters. We were rarely, if ever, apart. I'd say we learned to finish each other's sentences, but we are totally interrupters and none of us EVER got to finish a sentence anyways.  But we did get to know each other in a way that we would not have otherwise, and we are much closer as a result. The kids learned quickly that we weren't going to have a lot of time with other kids, so they got along much better than expected. 

What was your favorite place?  Probably the most frequently asked question (and the one I would totally ask before I took my own trip), but we try not to answer this question for a number of reasons. The first is that the kids would totally answer BALI every time. Because this is where we stayed for one of our two weeks in Bali, complete with two housekeepers/cooks, security, and a "maintenance guy" for less than the price of a teeny-tiny room in Tokyo. We did make it into the town of Lovina (northern Bali, not the cheesy, over commercialized southern region that is becoming way too overrun and not traditional Balinese AT ALL), but mostly hung out by this pool for one of our few "do very little but read books and swim" weeks.

But the main reason we try not to answer it is because there isn't an answer that makes sense in the context of the trip.  Our friends Alex and Cindy (who we met in Barcelona when our paths crossed as they were doing their RTW trip with their kids, Olivia and Elias) came over when they got back a month or so after us, and we joked that it is like asking, "what was your favorite color on the trip?" Narrowing it down to just one place almost feels like cheating on the rest of the trip. Sounds strange, but that is why I have no good answer when asked! 

What was your LEAST favorite place?  Disregarding my rationale above, this is a totally easy question for all 5 of us. Athens. Blech. Graffiti everywhere, grumpy people in general. Just not a great place to spend a few days for us. Oh, and Google Maps SUCKS there and got us totally lost there on more than one occasion.  Which maybe added to our general Athens crankiness.  In Athens' defense, the food was delicious and we saw lots of amazing sites - but the city itself just felt dour.

What would you do differently?  If I had my druthers, we would have skipped most of Europe and headed to South America instead. But I was outvoted 4-1 on that decision. I don't regret going to Europe, but I still wish we had mostly focused on Asia and South America for the purposes of this trip, which was about living a different life, not taking an extended vacation. It is hard to go to Europe and not feel like doing "vacation-y" things. In Asia (and I think South America would be similar), the culture itself was often the experience.

How was homeschooling? See answer to Athens above. Again, blech.  Totally worth it so that we could do this trip, but really not fun to teach the kids. We did a lot of math, some blog writing, lots of reading, and of course social studies as we went. We tried to spend each morning doing "school" and then heading out in the afternoons. As far as we can tell so far, their academics didn't really suffer - and those areas that did, they are young enough to catch up.  In my opinion, whatever they missed, they can learn. But they won't unlearn what we did and saw. So the suffering through it was worth it. Another bonus - now they think all their teachers are the nicest ever, because they have already lived through being taught by the world's meanest teacher! :)

Did you book it all beforehand? No, we only booked some one-way airplane tickets ahead of time, some of which we ended up changing. We did most of it on the fly, and sometimes wouldn't know where we were staying until a day or two before we got there. Scary at first, but it becomes totally normal. 

Did you ever feel unsafe?  Yes and no. The only time we were worried about our physical safety was in Barcelona (story here), and the only time I was on edge enough that I made sure one of us had a firm grip on Maggie's hand was in Fez, Morocco.  Other than that, nope. Totally safe. People all over the world were friendly, kind, helpful.  I can't recall any anti-American feelings anywhere.  Throughout Asia, where we clearly stood out more, locals were especially welcoming.  The world isn't nearly as scary as people think, and I'm glad my kids experienced that feeling.

What about being Jewish? Was that ever an issue?  We didn't advertise being Jewish, and our last name certainly isn't Jewish, so it never really was an issue. Of course, the conflicts in Gaza and all over the Middle East this summer have certainly made us somewhat relieved that we traveled last year.  The only real moment that makes me pause is when I think back to our time in Turkey.  When we were staying in Goreme, Cappadocia (central Turkey), we had a Skype tutoring session with the boys' Hebrew tutor.  The only area of our cave hotel that had WiFi was in the main room, so I think there were other people in the room when the boys were Skyping with Patti.  Given the Turkey/Israel relations now, I think we would have chosen to postpone that lesson if it were taking place this year.

Are you going to write a book?  Maybe. Not a travelogue, because nobody wants to read a first-hand account of our trip (even my book-loving mother doesn't want to read that!), but potentially a "how to do this" type of book. Since I'm still working on processing the trip myself, it might be a good exercise. 

How did the trip change you and the kids? Honestly, we aren't sure, and I'm not sure we will ever be able to quantify it, really. I think the kids are more confident, independent and aware than they were before we left, but this could just be getting a year older. I'd say we are closer as a family, we have shared experiences that are just "between us", and we've successfully instilled a sense of wanderlust in the kids that will hopefully continue to grow. 

Are you totally done with traveling?  NOOOOOOOOO. Never. One thing we learned for sure: traveling does not cure wanderlust.  We don't consider our adventure to be "the trip of a lifetime".  Brian and I will do it again when our kids are out of the house. I hope the kids will do trips like these before, and after, they have kids. 

Not a question, but for those who say, "I'm so jealous...I wish we could do that."  You can. You would be surprised how many families do this type of trip. Come talk to me about it - I'm more than happy to help you figure out how you can do it, too (or something similar that seems impossible - full-time travel isn't everyone's thing!). 

Jump!

From the very beginning of our trip, we had some ideas of ways we could pull the whole trip together in a format that the kids could both help with and enjoy for many years to come.  The main one will take some significant editing (tying together videos) and will be a fun summer project for the kids and me to figure out.

The second one started when we were in Kyoto, Japan, about one week into the trip. We were at a gorgeous temple (whose name I have no idea!) at a perfect time of day (just before dusk) for photography, and we saw some teenagers there doing a jump shot. Kids loved the idea - so we took a few - and a theme was born.  The Kyoto one remains one of my favorites because it almost looks like a fake backdrop - but I swear, we were there! We tried to take jump shots in as many places as we could (or when we remembered).  One of our favorites was having "guest jumpers" with us! And yes, we know the song is cheesy, but it was a good anthem for us - especially during our last few weeks.

Some lessons learned from taking jump shots consistently over 8 months:

1) NONE of my kids will ever play professional basketball. They have NO vert whatsoever.

2) Getting 3 kids to all jump at the same time, over and over again, would drive even the most patient parent/photographer (which I am not) to the brink.

3) My kids frequently wear shirts that are not long enough because I think you can see at least one (if not all three) stomachs in every single shot.

Click HERE to see it or click on the video below if it works.

Re-Entry (or, I'd Rather Be in Bali)

Before we left on our grand adventure, we were repeatedly told the same thing....re-entry is hard! While I knew it would require some adjustment back into our normal day-to-day, overall I thought it wouldn't apply to me in the same way. After all, we were only gone 8 months, and we have a great life at home - we certainly weren't running AWAY from anything - more like running TO other things.

How wrong I was. Re-entry is, without a doubt, really hard. It is hard to explain why exactly.  Of course, there is always the fall-back answer of "we've all changed" which we have - in ways that are both easy to see (Jacob is now 2 inches taller than Luke!), harder to see (views on the world, on people, and ourselves), and those that we can't even figure out yet.

Things we wanted to stay the same have changed, and things we hoped would change haven't. None of this is surprising to us, but it does force us to re-evaluate where we put our efforts, our relationships, our time.  Spending 8 months as a tight-knit unit with very few external pressures on how we chose to live our lives was incredibly refreshing.  We come home, and suddenly there is pressure and demands everywhere - school, soccer, work, etc. While some of these are inevitable and necessary, many aren't - and so trying to weed out what is important has become an important part of re-entry.  I think we all expected to come back and just pick up where we left off - but that is neither realistic, nor particularly healthy, all things considered.

Brian and the boys (did I mention that we came home and had the boys' b'nai mitzvah 9 days later) seem to be having a less emotional response to being back.  Brian is back to work (new job - but started last Friday) and the boys seem happy to be back with their friends, finishing up the school year and getting ready to return to their overnight camp where they have spent the last 5 summers.
Maggie is hanging tough - definitely more sensitive and emotional, but blending back in to life fairly seamlessly with the help of her cousins and friends.

I, however, am a wreck.  Perhaps because this was all my grand plan from the start, returning home meant the end of that dream. I look at our giant map in the office that mapped out our journey and consistently feel as if I have been punched in the stomach as I realize....That's It! We Are Done With Our Trip. While there will certainly be other trips in our future, our BIG one, the one that felt SO RIGHT while we were living it, is over. And we probably won't have a chance to do anything like that again - at least, not with the kids.

The next five (that is all we have left with our boys at home!) to eight (and then off goes my Maggie) years will be spent in a blur of school, homework, sports, clubs, friends, and pressure to get the kids ready to be adults.  One of the biggest gifts (and admittedly, frustrations in the moment) that this year gave us was time with our kids.  I already see, 3 weeks into being home, my boys leaving us for their friends - which is as it should be - and I know it would have happened earlier had we been home.  And I think we forged a bond with them that will allow a closeness that might have been overlooked had we not gone through such an adventure together.  But the reality is that our "gap year" is over, and the good, the bad, and the ugly of our "normal" life swallowed us up the minute we got off that last plane.

There is, of course, a lot of the good in coming home, especially for the kids. They missed their friends, their school, their rooms, their stuff (they really had pretty much nothing but clothes, some cards, and their Kindles), and most of all - their family. We are exceptionally lucky to live within a 10 minute drive not only of my parents, but also of both of my brothers and their families.  We all eat dinner at my parents' house every Sunday night.  Maggie, especially, really missed her cousins who are more like sisters to her.  

We are happy to be a bit more spread out (our not very big house feels practically palatial to us now), to have time apart from each other, to have conversations with other people, to have someone besides Mom and Dad to teach the kids, to have casual dinners with our friends on weekends, to giggle together over our thousands of "inside jokes" and memories, to not be packing and unpacking every few days, and to have familiarity in our surroundings.

I'm sure that after a couple of months, life will return to a mix of old/new normal, and much of our trip will seem like a somewhat distant memory, and much of the sadness of not still being on the trip will become a memory as well.  I assume that I will eventually reconcile the fact that I feel much more comfortable/excited/alive/happy/complete wandering through a crazy Cambodian market, or hiking through the hills of northern Vietnam than I do in my own hometown.

Until that happens, however, I'm still daydreaming that we can just pack it all up again, move to Bali, and send the kids to the Green School.  One thing I learned this year - never say never.

Houseguests - Munich and Lisbon

We have been so fortunate on this trip to have 2 opportunities to stay with friends who live abroad, as the kids (and adults) have been so anxious to have other people to talk to, those days are always easier on the budget, and we learn all the best insider secrets of the towns.

One of our "definite" stops as we planned this trip was Lisbon, where our friends the D'Andrades live.  Meaghan is an American who met her future husband, Vasco, while studying at the University of St. Andrews in Scotland. Fast forward many years - they have 4 kids ranging in age from 1-15 who have all been raised in Vasco's hometown of Monte Estoril, which is a fabulous beach town down the road from Lisbon. Luckily for us, they live in a huge house with lots of room for the kids to play - and since with us there were 11 people living there - we managed to keep the house loud even when her kids were at school!

Our five days there were filled with both tourist and local fun. Meaghan set the kids up with the local soccer club, so they were able to attend practice there, my kids would walk with her kids to school in the morning to see a Portugese school, but we were also able to visit the castle in Lisbon, and a day trip up to Sintra, where we saw more castles straight out of a storybook.  We loved Lisbon - reminded us so much of San Francisco - and not just because there is a bridge that looks just like the Golden Gate! We can see why the D'Andrades love their lives there - family friendly, gorgeous and varied scenery, and so much to do!

Lisbon

Kids and Vasco at the Castle in Lisbon

Sintra

Sintra

The kids have all been friends since they were born, so it was a very easy transition slipping into the D'Andrades' lives. Huge thanks to Meaghan, Vasco, Tomas, Caroline, Freddy and Sebby for welcoming us and keeping us happy and well-fed. And did I mention that Caroline is 11 which meant that Maggie had a GIRL to play with (although, in all fairness, Maggie spent most of her time trying to play with 1-year old Sebby).

Our second houseguest experience was in Munich, where a college friend, Tara, is spending a few years as an expat with her husband Jamus, and four boys (apparently we only like to stay with large families!), who ranged in age from 11-5!  We hadn't planned a trip there, but Tara sent me a message inviting us to take over the third floor of their house a month or two earlier, and since Munich had been on our kids' list of places to go (I think mostly because they like the local soccer club, Bayern Munich), we decided to take them up on their very gracious offer.  What a great choice that turned out to be!!!

Now, I can't speak for the Driscolls, but I think it was a great match! Their boys are terrific - and all seven kids got along perfectly - which made for a great 4 days there.  Some highlights of our time in Munich - spending the afternoon at Wawi, the local biergarten where the four adults ate (a lot of) sausage and drank a lot of beer while the kids ran off into the woods to play; hiking up Blomberg where the kids (and dads) had snowball fights all the way up the mountain and taking the toboggan ride down, and just being able to sit and have a conversation with the adults while the kids were off in the street playing games. 

 We also got to sneak into Munich while the Driscoll boys were at school, where we saw the Glockenspiel (cute, but a bit overrated for the kids), saw the Olympic Stadium and BMW Welt, and visited Allianz Arena (home of Bayern Munich).

Our days spent with the D'Andrades and the Driscolls were some of our favorites - and we are grateful to both families for welcoming us to their homes and cities.

Lake Bled - Closed!

On our way from Italy to Germany (via Croatia to pick up our rental car that we will have for a month), we decided to make a couple night stop in Lake Bled, Slovenia.  Our knowledge of Slovenia was next to nothing, so we figured we could learn a little, enjoy some incredibly beautiful cities and towns, and take part in some of the adventures that the northern Slovenian area has to offer.  We got 2 for 3.

On the drive, we made a quick stop in the capital, Ljubljana where we went to a restored castle on the hilltop that had a great museum and a quick funicular down the mountain. The museum was a good choice for us, since it taught us about the more recent history of Slovenia - which isn't much, but a good example of post-Communism and the breaking up of countries to become independent from the Eastern Bloc.  Even the Slovenian Tourism's website says "we don't have a majestic history like other European nations" so they rely more on pre-historic exhibits that focused on Slovenia's diverse landscapes.

view of Ljubljana from the castle

taking the funicular from the castle

streets of Ljubljana

Funny enough, we clearly aren't the only ones who don't know much about Slovenia (in all honesty, I'm not sure I knew it was a country pre-planning), as our currency converter that comes on our iPhones  gave us the conversion rate of $1=172 Slovenia Tolar. When we went to the museum, we asked if it was ok to pay in Euro, since we hadn't found an ATM that doled out Tolar.  The (young) guide somewhat patiently explained that they have been on the Euro since 2007, and he doesn't even remember the Tolar! Oops - probably should let Apple know about that.

As we pulled into Lake Bled, we were excited for the days ahead - the town of Bled sits on top of a beautiful lake that has a tiny island (Slovenia's only island) in the middle of it, with snow-covered mountains in the distance from almost any angle, and a perfect castle  on the hill looking over the lake.

Our first morning, we were up early, and walked up to the castle, which happened to be on the hill over our apartment.  The kids liked the printing press exhibit, where they saw what the very first printing presses were like (one of the first printing presses translated the Bible into Slovenian, hence the exhibit), and then we moved on to the museum part of the castle, where we learned a little about the history of the region and the castle itself, but again - lots of focus on pre-human history.

After that, we struggled to find pretty much anything to do in Lake Bled - there were a couple of (overpriced) restaurants that had opened already, but everything else was closed - until April 1 (we were there the last week of March!).  Boating across the river to the castle in the lake? Closed for "weather" (um, it wasn't raining….). Adventure course/trampoline/activity center - closed until three days later. Renting a bike to go around the lake? Nope, not open either. We couldn't even go hiking in the nearby parks, as the ice storms this past winter had caused so much damage that all the trails were blocked off!  It was also cold, and our place was *really* small (and we've stayed in some tight spaces), so we packed it in, and took off for Munich a day early.

We all agreed, however - Lake Bled would be a perfect family destination in the summer, and we highly encourage people to visit AFTER April 1.  Stunning, perfect-looking European town - but totally a bust in the off-season!!

First morning - before we realized it was all closed!!

Not So Friendly Neighbors….

So now that we have left Barcelona, I feel like we can share this story with our family and friends who worry about us from back in the US….stick with me, it isn't a short story, but its a good one.

We rented a terrific apartment through AirBnB in Barcelona. Great location around the corner from the Sagrada Familia, close to some good restaurants and the metro, 3 bedrooms so Maggie got her own room (a rarity), clean, well-stocked, etc  After our stay in Fez, we were thrilled to have a place we could unpack for 5 nights that was relatively quiet.

Also adding to our excitement in Barcelona was that we had plans to meet another traveling family, the Leung-Browns who are from Berkeley and doing pretty much the same trip (we've even stayed in a bunch of the same places unknowingly!) over a 10 month stretch with their kids, Olivia (11) and Elias (7).  We met them in the Parc Guell for lunch the first day and both the parents and kids hit it off fabulously. After a couple of hours of letting the 5 kids wander off into the Parc, we decided to meet up for dinner at our place a few hours later for fajitas (the kids ALL miss Mexican food).

After a bit of confusion (ok, totally my bad - I just might have emailed them that we lived at 129 Career de la Marina when it was really 219), the resourceful Leung-Browns arrived amidst much excitement to our place, and we hurried them into our 3rd floor (actually it is the 5th, but counts as the 3rd…) apartment so we could start eating all the yummy meats and cheeses and drinking the many bottles of rioja.  

After about 5 minutes, there was a buzz that we realized came from the phone that connects to the street level entry. Brian answered it, and there was nothing. It rang again, so I answered it. On the other end….someone screaming about "CLOSE THE DOOR" and "ESTUPIDO".  Crap - the elevator door. Our building had a 100 year old elevator frame, and if you don't close the door to the elevator manually after getting out, it won't move.  I quickly opened our front door, closed the elevator door, and came back inside - a little creeped out by the yelling, but nothing major.

Suddenly, there was a loud bang on our door. Followed by a ton of English and Spanish expletives. Followed by more banging on our door. There was pretty much no way were going to open the door, so we sent Alex and Brian to yell through the door that we were sorry for not shutting it, it wouldn't happen again, and that the guy should calm down.  He wasn't impressed by our peacemaking efforts, and continued to spend about the next 30 minutes standing outside our door, violently banging on it and swearing.  Brian and Alex were somewhat ready to go out there and take him out, but luckily the wives remained a little more level-headed and made them stay put.

We then realized he was our next door neighbor (there are only 3 apartments per floor), and we could see him from our kitchen and bathroom window.  At one point, he saw Alex standing in the kitchen, looked at him, put his hand across his throat and yelled, "SE MUERTE". Um, seriously. We had left the elevator door open for maybe 5 minutes and closed it as soon as we realized. It was far from a capital offense.

I got online and started texting with Pedro, the guy whose house we were renting, who insisted the guy wasn't dangerous but "very sick and dranck." Just as we were about to call the police, the noise stopped (mostly).  Pedro offered to call the police for us, but we decided to hold off and see how it went.  No more noises, except for what would become a nightly ritual of him talking loudly, angrily, and incoherently to himself from his apartment.  The Leung-Browns snuck out quietly that night, and we didn't take the elevator again the rest of our trip.  We really lived in constant fear that we'd see him, so we tiptoed in and out of our apartment each time we came and went.  Maggie refused to sleep in her own room, and traded with one of the brothers, because his apartment was on the other side of her wall.

We considered having Maggie draw a picture of the elevator door open with the words "SE MUERTE" written on it when we left our apartment the last morning at 5am to catch our flight to Florence, but decided not to get the next people to rent the place killed…..

Nomads in the Sahara

We are on a pretty strict budget for this trip, and have been careful not to splurge on too many "extras"  during our time.  We assumed that we would get to ride camels in the desert in Morocco – but didn’t realize that in order to do that, you had to go far from the bigger cities (Marrakesh, Casablanca, Fez, Rabat) and take a couple of days to journey into the south-eastern part of the country.  Getting into Merzouga (near the dunes) is a trek – so we ended up booking a splurge – a 4 day/3 night trek that would take us from Marrakesh to Fez with a LOT of driving, but also a camel ride and night in a Berber tent in the desert for our last night there. It was worth every extra penny we spent!  

Our first two days were spent driving to Merzouga through the High Atlas mountains (curvy roads – they film those crazy car commercials there) and stopping at occasional casbahs and other sites along the way. Casbahs are pretty cool to see – but hard to explain. They are like mini-fortresses that Moroccans (mostly the Berber tribe) used as stopping points during caravan trips from the south to the north of the country. They are distinguished by their four towers – one on each corner, where apparently the high priest of each casbah kept his four wives and family.  Multiple casbahs together can be called a K’sar. (Editors note: I gleaned this info from Mohammed, our driver/ guide. His English was good, but lacking enough for some trouble communicating at times. Sometimes we spoke in Spanish. Lots of the facts here could be totally wrong but it is what we think he said!!).  One of our favorites was the casbah where Gladiator was filmed.   In all honesty, once you have seen a couple of casbahs – that is enough.  Kasbahs look like giant sandcastles - amazing up close!  

Very cool and interesting inside (getting a guide to show you the specific one is important – we learned a lot about what went on in each room, what the tools there were used for, etc), but all pretty similar at the end of the day.

Near a Kasbah - but I just loved the horse running thru the soccer field!

 Our first night was spent WAY OFF the beaten path (and by beaten path, I mean paved road) from a small city called Ourzazate (the Hollywood of Morocco with one of the most fun museums/prop areas for films there we have seen!).

Our second night was in one of the most beautiful places we have seen, Todras Gorges, where the sides of the canyon seem to reach up miles around you.  The rock formations there were incredible, and the kids were thrilled to have a creek to play with in our backyard after spending the last 2 days cooped up in the car.

Our 3^rd day, however, was what we were waiting for. We arrived in Merzouga for lunch and left our stuff at the hotel that the tour guide runs.  The kids spent some time playing and wrestling in the dunes – the sand was impossibly soft, like powder, but moving through it is no easy feat. 

We packed a small bag with toiletries, and were off on our camels to spend a night in a bivouac – a group of traditional nomadic Berber tents in the desert.  I’m not going to glamorize riding on a camel. It is fun for about 30 minutes, and then it hurts! Brian and I both have soft spots for camels – our alma mater, Connecticut College has the camel as its mascot – but we have no delusions of getting up on a dromedary again. Getting up and down is a bit of a test, but the bump-bump-bump gets old quickly, and leg cramps and sore butts (and groins I was told by the boys in my family) are par for the course.  But it was also fabulous to be sitting up there riding through the vast Sahara, where (besides the constant talk from my kids about which camel was pooping at any given moment) the silence was astounding and the dunes seemed to go on forever.   It would be impossible not to be awed by our surroundings. 

  I used the 90 minute ride to try to get some great shadow pictures of us on our camels – some actually came out well!

 After arriving at our bivouac (not long before dark), our guides pointed to the largest dune around and told us to climb it so we could watch the sunset. “No problem,” we thought. After all, we have climbed more stairs than I can count, hiked up some ridiculously steep hills, walked hundreds of miles, and have challenged ourselves physically numerous times on this trip. Ha! This one kicked our butts. And not just mine (although by far mine the most). Even Luke, who ran a 10k completely UPHILL last summer, thought it was tough. The sand makes moving up tough, and this thing went on forever. I persevered more than I thought I could however (one of my proudest moments on the trip), and made it just in time to have the sun already set behind us. But my kids cheered and that was pretty cool, too.

We started our descent down the dune, where we were met at the bottom by our camel wrangling guide, Mustafa, because it was already really dark and getting darker by the second, to make sure we made it back to the bivouac safely.  Once we arrived, we realized we weren’t alone – there were about 10 other tourists there as well.  And amazingly, a few were Americans! We haven’t seen/talked to other American tourists pretty much our whole trip – so we were excited (and one guy had heard of San Mateo because his friend lived nearby – super thrilling for the kids!).  There was also a woman who works in the London office of Willis (Brian’s employer) – we loved the “small worldness” that we hadn’t experienced in a while.

After a delicious, overly generous dinner, we all headed outside while the Berber guides lit a fire and played the drums for us.

The kids pulled out the soccer ball that goes everywhere with us, and some of the guides played soccer for a while the others kept us entertained with the music. It was a terrific evening – and we had no trouble passing out early in our tents. Waking up in the middle of the night to use the bathroom, I was astounded by the complete silence and darkness out there.

In the morning, we were awoken by loud clapping which signified time to wake up for the sunrise (somewhat anticlimactic – pretty, but not a highlight), some quick sandboarding for Brian and the kids, and then back onto the camels to the hotel for breakfast and our long drive to Fez.  I think we could have done without that second camel ride…

Morroco - Marrakesh and Fez

We heavily debated spending time in southern Africa on this trip, but due to our timing, it just didn’t work out. Kids were dying to at least step onto the continent, and Morocco has always been on my list of places to see, so we chose to spend 10 days there – very unsure of what to expect.  After almost 5 months in Asia, much of which we spent in “3^rd world-ish” countries, we were coming off of about a month in first world “luxury” – Turkey, Greece, Spain, Portugal – so we were ready to jump back into a little less comfortable traveling again. Good thing we were prepared. 

Morocco was much more, and much less, than I expected – all rolled into one diverse package.  Our travels consisted of 4 nights in Marrakesh, 3 nights on an excursion into the Sahara Desert, and then 3 nights in Fez.  If I could do it again, I would probably skip Fez and head instead to Essouaira in western Morocco, which I’m bummed we missed, as I hear it is fabulous.

Marrakesh was everything I expected it to be – loud, bustling, aggressive.  We expected to be more wowed by the souks and bazaars in Marrakesh than we were  - maybe because we have spent so much time in crazy Asian markets, it was fun to do a quick walk-through, but not a place we opted to spend a ton of time.  

We were torn on Jemaa al’Fna, which is the main plaza outside of the main bazaar.  We loved the food booths set up around – all of which (admittedly) have the EXACT same menu, so they rely on showmanship and charm to woo in customers. Our favorite plug, “we promise – no diarrhea for life!”  Each stall is numbered, and as you walk by them (there are probably 100), they yell out their numbers to you, “Promise you will come back. Number 34. Best one. Cleanest. Don’t forget. You will come back, later, yes? Promise. Don’t forget Number 34.”  We ended up at Number 114 because they were funny. 

Each time they would pull a customer in to the open air seating area, all of the cooks/workers would sing and clap, “that’s the way, uh-huh, uh-huh, I like it, I like it.” By the end of the meal, they even had Maggie joining in.  It was way more appropriate than that last sentence sounds.   We didn’t like, however, the trained monkeys and snakes that were everywhere in Jemaa al Fna. Traveling around Asia will bring a strong distaste in monkeys to even the strongest animal lovers, so we avoided them like the plague.

While in Marrakesh, we stayed in the Medina (the old walled city), which we really enjoyed. 

The Medina is a maze like no other, and getting lost in there is a rite of passage to all visitors. We were lucky to stay in a riad (traditional Moroccan inn) that was on the same block as a museum, so there were always signs pointing us in the right direction.   Getting home was never a problem. Getting other places, however – not so easy. Everyone who goes to Morocco will tell you – boys and men are on every corner offering to give you directions to whatever landmark you are looking for. We only fell for the trap once – a kid on a bike who biked with us until we did what he said (which was to walk about ¾ of a mile all around the medina instead of the ½ block down the road straight to the site we were looking for). He then insists on being paid. Brian gives him a little change – he insisted on more. That was one of the things I liked least about Morocco – and this constant asking for more money is omnipresent there. Frustrating after spending time in Asia, where they are persistent about sales, etc, but aren’t intimidating at all.

One thing I did LOVE in Marrakesh especially was the doors.  In the Medina, and really most of the country, doors are painted and designed beautifully, and really stand out amongst the monotony of the Medina itself.  It was a great contrast – splashes of color and design amidst ruddy browns and reds.

 

 Add in the occasional wandering donkey, and it was definitely like being in another time, although the motorbikes that race through the very narrow streets and tight corners (fast! way too fast!! makes Hanoi traffic seem manageable!) kept us from any daydreaming.

Our time in Fez, post-desert tour, was unremarkable except that we had booked ourselves into what was called a typical Riad, but was actually a “disco-hotel” that had blaring house music and flashing lights every night until 12pm – they toned it down the last night because nobody was interested, but made it hard to get any work done! We didn’t love Fez – too much aggression, very few smiles, and one of the first times in 6 months I have felt a need to watch Maggie closely.  In fact, on our last day there, as we walked through the Medina in Fez, three little girls her age trailed behind us. We are used to getting a little extra attention in non-European countries because of the color of our hair, but they took it a bit far – and yanked her hair – hard! I had to turn around and ask them to knock it off – so they poked me. But at least they stopped pulling on Maggie’s hair!

Foodwise, we loved Morocco until we didn’t anymore.  There is very little variance in terms of food – almost every place had the same menu, so with the exception of the occasional place where we had a pizza, every lunch and dinner consisted of some grilled meat, couscous and/or tagine with vegetables, and a Moroccan salad.  And no alcohol to be found – we had one bottle of wine our entire time there! Cheap, healthy and delicious – but after 10 days straight of it, we had enough couscous, tagine, and kebabs to last us a long time! We weren’t sad when it came time to leave Fez and head to Barcelona