Creating A Storm During A Cyclone

StormProductions27 executives meet in Galle, Sri Lanka.

One of expatriate life’s purposes is to open our children’s eyes to the world.

After thirty plus hours of research and negotiation with the travel agents, I thought we had an excellent Sri Lankan itinerary.  Our seven days were a mix of beach resort, an elephant safari, a bit of Buddhist and Hindu culture, a little walking adventure, some calculated exposure on how other people live, and a glimpse into Sri Lanka’s colonial history.

Plus the unexpected, Cyclone Nilam.

After thirty plus hours of hotel room research, the children scripted their own Sri Lankan docudrama.  When the lights went out, the adults drank wine and reviewed our old fashioned, digital photos while Ace, Mark, and their friends produced then posted three movie trailers to YouTube.

Is StormProductions27 the next generation of James Camerons?  Take a look and vote.

Will We Make It?

62 kilometers to Colombo to catch the plane home.  Leaving at 12:00, will we make it in time?

elephant clues

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Opening her eyes, Susan asked, “Are we at the elephant park yet?”

“Do you see any signs?” I asked.

Happy All Hallow’s Eve

 

From our ghosts to yours.

All Fun at La Fontaine

 

 

It’s all fun and champagne at La Fontaine.
Tim Mackintosh-Smith will be doing his seminar in English November 1st.  I will be reading about Ibn Battutah’s trip to Sri Lanka while we are there.

Don’t forget.  Lot’s going on there over the next couple of weeks.

 

 

 

 

 

My Beautiful Beast

Some of my friends are very absorbed in their work and families.  Not that I blame them, but I don’t hear from them often.  As I scanned my emails this morning, one was particularly unusual.  I clicked on it.

“Hello my beautiful pastie!” it said.

Pastie?  As in a nipple cover for the sweater kittens?  I didn’t think that was what she meant. Mine are more like niblets than hooters.

I squinted and tried again.

“Hello my beautiful BEASTIE!”

Beastie?  I thought we were on speaking terms.  We had such a good time at Champagne-a-looza last summer.  And I drove her home, in her car (so she would have it in the morning), past the cops as she sang with her bare feet up on the dashboard.

I patted around the top of my desk looking for the new reading glasses I purchased.

“Hello my beautiful Bestie.  Happy Birthday,” it read.

Bestie – as in Best Friend.

Oh yes, thank you.  It is so great getting old together.

Repose After the Summer Heat

للا يوجد شيء إلا بعد المشقة راحة

There is nothing after hardship except repose.

After a storm comes a calm.

from “Apricots Tomorrow” by Primrose Arnander

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