We love Parque Juarez el Llano.
Every evening it bustles with activity. But's it’s not loud or overwhelming; there's an almost relaxing buzz in the air.
As the heat of the day subsides, families come out for a walk and to let the kids tire themselves out on the playground, the bouncy castle or at one of the other activites that are set up each night. Around them, young people practice dancing, couples cuddle and kiss, little girls take rollerblading classes, a drumming group perfects their timing and vendors sell all kinds of tasty treats.
After Vietnam we took our eight-year-old homeschooler on a “highly educational” trip to…
WTF! Talk about reverse culture shock! What were we thinking?!
After having been away from North America for nine months stepping back onto our own continent via the Vegas Strip was…bizarre!
Jarring! Ridiculous! Crazy!
There's a spot in Vietnam, just outside Hoi An, where a narrow street that's not open to cars turns into a dirt path. The little path opens up to a quiet stretch of a long beach. Its shores are lined with traditional basket boats still used for fishing and the water carries endless waves.
In the spring of 2017, after a week in Ho Chi Minh City and a 20-hour overnight train, LJ ran excitedly down that little road.
When she hit the ocean, it was like every ounce of tension in her little six-year old body was washed away and replaced with a sense of freedom, excitement and ease. She sat in the sand with her legs in the water and took it all in, seemingly completely in her element.