“Stop pushing me!” Joani yelled in anger with frowns on her forehead. “It is very simple! Just move your feet to the left. How difficult can it be!”
“Joani, I am trying my best to speak to you calmly,” Nathan replied trying to control his frustration. “I have no room on my left. I am just sitting straight against the back of the seat. I am not pushing you.”
“Your shoulders are bumping into me,” Joani snapped back at Nathan whose arms have widen considerably after he started doing push ups twice a day since two months ago.Continue reading “Stop Pushing Me!”→
Traveling through the Balkans with my Grandmother has been a fun and memorable experience. She joined my family in Austria on March 12 and backpacked with us around the Balkans( Southern Europe) for one month.
“Where is grandma?” I asked the children after we hiked down from the steep slope of the Oracle of Delphi in Greece.
“You know the answer, dad,” Olivia replied with a grin. “If you don’t see her, you can always find her at the toilet!”
For the past one month of traveling with my 73-year-old mother or the children’s grandma in Eastern Europe, “toilet” became the topic sentence of our travel adventure. It seemed as if everything we did, said, saw, or eat couldn’t escape from the clutches of the “toilet”.
