Showing posts with label vacation. Show all posts
Showing posts with label vacation. Show all posts

Friday, April 20, 2007

Friday Photo

Freshly picked cherries outside Kyiv

I came across this picture today on my computer, and it reminded me of the wonderful fruit we had in Ukraine.

When we travelled to Ukraine, we were warned, as we had been on several other occasions prior to travelling overseas, that it was not safe to eat fresh fruits and vegetables prior to cooking them. A noted exception was fruit with a thick peel, such as oranges and bananas. We always try to heed these warnings. On at least one occasion, despite heeding them, my better half fell ill due to ingesting bacteria his body wasn't familiar with.

In Ukraine, partly because we stayed much longer than we had anticipated, these warnings were put to the test. First, our adoption facilitator, Sveta, took us out to her sister's house and offered us fresh strawberries picked from her yard. How do you politely refuse that? We didn't, and had some of the best strawberries I've ever eaten. On another occasion, while in Crimea (an autonomous republic just south of Ukraine), Sveta's husband picked some fresh berries from the hills we were on just outside and behind the orphange our sons were in, and offered us some. We tried those as well.

Since we had already "broken the rules" and these cherries Galya picked of the tree looked so fantastic, we had no hesitation when she offered them to us.

One thing I really miss from Ukraine is the cherries. They are abundant and cheap. Ukrainians use them in a variety of ways, including varenyky. My sons love cherries. They remind them of their former home. Sometimes, I oblige them by purchasing from the local Food World, but I have to cut off my arm to afford them in the States.

By the time we left Ukraine, we were positively feasting on apples, raspberries, cherries and the like. Miraculously, hubby and I managed to stay well.

Wednesday, April 18, 2007

Tiny Drops of Water, Tiny Grains of Sand


Give me the splendid, silent sun.
Walt Whitman

There comes a time in every rightly constructed boy's life when he has a raging desire to go somewhere and dig for hidden treasure.
Mark Twain

To find a seashell is to discover a world of imagination.
Michelle Held

Don't grow up too quickly lest you forget how much you love the beach.
Michelle Held.

Friday, April 13, 2007

Friday Photo

Rice Paddy at Danau Ranau, Sumatra, Indonesia

Indonesia is, without question, the most beautiful country I have visited. The lush beauty of the islands is incredible, standing in stark contrast to the extreme poverty in which most people dwell, particularly those outside of the cities. The people we met were friendly, especially the children who tagged along after us learning to count in English or showing us special places in their schools and villages.

Tuesday, April 10, 2007

Still Dreaming of Spring Break!

Always on the lookout for seashells...


Sumo wrestling on the sand...


Note dad's face when victory is secured :)


It's even sweeter when you've conquered two!

Sunday, April 01, 2007

Spring Break Photos

The kids had a blast at the beach. Even though the water was cold and we didn't fully get in much, we enjoyed dipping our toes in the water while looking for shells every single day.

We visited the Audubon bird sanctuary while there. We didn't see many birds, but we had fun walking in the woods together.
We went without the kids to Bellingrath Gardens, where I was once more amazed at the beauty of God's creation.