Adapting to the Society We Live in

When I first started working as a teacher in Liestal, Switzerland, I remember holding onto the pre-conceived idea that Swiss people aren’t really known for their friendliness. Why on earth did the other teachers in the staff room never greet me when I entered or say good-bye when I left, regardless of the size of…

Pet Bunny: Do I or Don’t I?

I’m talking bunnies. A cute little white one with a light brown patch on its back and a light brown one with a little white mark on its crown. Both very fluffy and the white one even has bright pink ears from all this heat. My girls really, really want bunnies. And when I asked…

The Chameleon and I

I remember the first time I saw a picture of a chameleon, bright green on a bright green banana leaf. Its tongue was rolled out, and those eyes! I was fascinated and wanted to find out more. I wasn’t disappointed, learning, among other things, that they can actually change their colour according to their background. Immediately…

The Past in the Future

When I was nine I had to say goodbye to my best friend because she had to leave Oman, where we’d spent two years playing, swimming and exploring the idyllic paradise by the sea. Little did we know that we wouldn’t be seeing each other until twenty years later. We wrote to each other, of…

Teasing Out the Fun at Kinderfasnacht

As a child, I experienced Fasnacht (Carnival) through my father’s tales. So when I moved to Basle, it was one of the events I anticipated the most. I remember my very first Fasnacht after moving to Basle in my early twenties. I loved the idea of walking around the town, especially the old cobbled streets, with…

Home Cred

A Dutch friend of mine just recently moved back to Holland after living in Switzerland for fifteen years. The first thing she mentioned was how wonderful it was to be received and welcomed by her new neighbours with flowers. Immediately she felt at home. When I visited her last weekend we talked a lot about…

Summertime Fun - Secret Ingredients?

Summertime Fun – Secret Ingredients?

Isn’t it fun when you can have summer in winter?  I remember the joys, as a student, of getting extended Christmas holidays so that it’d be worth visiting my parents who lived in Lima, Peru at the time, and I’d spend three weeks lying on beaches, diving into pools, sipping Pisco Sours, speaking Spanish, and…

The Culture of Caring

Supposing there is a gene for caring, I don’t have it. If I wasn’t quite sure before kids, I definitely know now – at least when it comes to all the thankless, menial labour that comes along with having three kids to tend to. I’m quite aware of the implications this may have for me…