Some want to have a nice dinner for their birthday; some want to go shopping, and this boy wanted to go swimming in a pool.
Swimming pools and India don’t really belong together. But for little boy’s birthday wish, mothers have to make possible everything, even in India.
Of course, our little green paradise with our small hut didn’t help in this situation. As we hadn’t been in the middle of nowhere in India, a few hotels with pool standard were around.
And so, we sneaked in a well-known hotel where we had celebrated New Year’s two years before. We pretended being residents, and swoops… we jumped into the pool.
It was hard to get little boy out of the water. He’s a fish and uses to play for hours being a real fish.
The offer of having some sweets with his older brother in his favorite restaurant took his pool session to an end. Thank Goddess Sweets!
“Mom, where did you put my swimming suit? Where did you put my wooden gun and my fishing net?”
Every half a day, I’m looking for something I put away a few days ago or more.
Two teenagers drop a lot of items at places where they’re not meant to be. And one has to be consistent as the boss of the house.
Living two weeks in this tiny hut in South India is a real salvation for a mother. First, there isn’t a lot of space to spread out things; and second, the number of belongings for the vacation is extremely reduced to the one at home.
I’d wish I could spend more weeks of the year with fewer items around my boys and me. I’m sure one could concentrate on more important things than looking for our belongings.
I admit it doesn’t have to be the monk style, but just a little bit more concentration on the essential of life.
This is India, too. You won’t believe that this picture hasn’t been taken in London, Paris or Rom. And it wasn’t a five star hotel. It was a coffee shop in the quarter of the Tibetan colony in Delhi.
How come that this coffee shop knew what is modern art in serving things?
I don’t know. But I know that I don’t like to get the same things all over the world like cloths or coffee shops.
I like to drink my coffee or chai for example at Clafouti in Varkala in a mug, which has always another color or shape every day.
The variety makes my day, not the sameness. How about you?
Spending two days in an Indian train might be unimaginable for Swiss people, and this with two kids who like to move every minute.
But no worries! There is so much going on in such a train: So many different people getting in and out, so many sellers of various sweets, drinks or different curry, so many breakfasts, lunches, afternoon teas and dinners.
And there was plenty of time to just be together and have fun with our Tibetan friend.
The moment itself became important; and one forgot the many hours to still be on the train.
If I lived my days in Switzerland like this, I’d be less stressed by the exigence of life…
Returning from India we stopped for a few hours in Abu Dhabi. This airport is a melting pot, which I think is very enriching: you can find so many nationalities, so many ways of dressing and so many different faces.
My boys feel very comfortable in such a surrounding. And I hope they will be without prejudice facing other cultures in the future.
As a kid I got to know a few Germans in Germany close to the Swiss frontier. They spoke, dressed and behaved like me. This wasn’t rather foreign.
When I finished school, all I wanted to do was going abroad. I spent one year in Paris, some month in England and in the States. I always dreamt of living abroad.
But I am still in Switzerland. I don’t know why. Perhaps it is my task to show my boys how to travel to other countries and to open their minds for other cultures.
Maybe… and maybe we will be taking off all three together one day. Who knows?
We didn’t have a lot of space in our friend’s kitchen because it was their living and sleeping room at the same time. But it felt extremely cozy and my boys loved it.
Nobody’s kitchen tasted better than Karma’s. Was it because the preparation and cooking took hours while we were talking, playing games, joking, laughing or singing?
We wouldn’t like to spend so much time on such a tiny space with our family. We’d very quickly get on our nerves.
It is wonderful with friends. You can choose them yourself and decide how much time you’d like to share with them.
And real friends don’t care either whether you live thousands of miles across the ocean. And they aren’t upset when you don’t call them every week.
Two days on this Indian train. An exciting journey from New Delhi to Kerala.
So many different people, old and young ones, talkative and silent people.
Being busy with themselves or interested in getting to know others.
The most touching picture I took with me was this flower garland. Someone fixed it to protect the travellers and to wish them a safe trip.
It is just one of these multiple beautiful rituals in India of caring, blessing, doing good to their beloved ones.
There are colors everywhere in India. I love it and I often find color combinations, which I had never dreamt of in Europe.
Wherever I walk, I’d love to take pictures and catch those colors. They are smiling at your face and you cannot do anything but smiling too.
Here in Europe, everything is grey in grey at the moment. It is wintertime. People dress in black, brown or grey; people look grey.
Sometimes, we smile a little bit. I try to, at least. Sometimes, someone smiles back. For a few seconds. And then, it becomes grey again.
Why don’t we live all in a colorful world?
Children don’t need a lot. A hot noodle soup in a tiny Tibetan restaurant in India makes them more than happy.
Back in Switzerland, it is much more difficult. There are so many more things. There is a school friend who has got his own iPhone; there is another friend who has his own computer in his room or there is even another one who has got already his own television.
It is difficult to teach children that one can be as happy as the others without these things.
In a lifetime, it takes many hours of discussions and re-discussions.
Probably, being a good example as an adult would be more effective but even more difficult.
Can I be happy with fewer things?
Green isn’t the color I like very much. But when I saw this lamp in India, I changed my mind.
It doesn’t often happen that I change my mind. I like to stick to the things I am used to.
Since years I keep this painted wooden elephant from India in my kitchen, the colorful metallic bird from Indonesia in the living room or the funny cotton camel garland from Egypt at the entrance door.
Do you know the feeling when you come back home from some weeks of traveling and you look at all these things you were used to before?
Don’t you have the impression, you look at them from outside even though they have been your close friends since a long time?
Changing the point of view, changes many things or views.
Sometimes, it is helpful to get a healthy distance to habits, too.