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So here I am in Spain, the land of delicious paella, bronzed bottoms and drinks with umbrellas. It’s nice here isn’t it?!
Do you ever wonder why our Wendy is so bored in Catalunya? Maybe she’s bored of the sunscreen application, tired of fishing the umbrellas out of her drinks? Taking the tails off those pesky prawns? Okay, perhaps a little far from the truth. I was joking Wendy! I can see her boarding the plane now armed with a massive fishing rod.
So how did I get here? I’m visiting from Doha, Qatar. I, like Wendy am an expat but of the Aussie variety. I started my expat journey ten years ago when we landed in Jakarta, which coincided with the birth of our first little traveler. We then went on to Kuala Lumpur, birthplace of our second little traveler; little traveler 3 came along whilst living in Libya but we’d moved to Canada by the time we had little traveler number 4…thankfully no more little travelers arrived while we were in the States but we did manage to pick up a beagle. You still with me?
It all sounds rather messy doesn’t it? When something turns a little pear shaped in Australia we call it a “Shamozal”. That’s me, my life’s a constant Shamozal.
So here I am in Doha, with my 4 kids, 20 suitcases and a beagle, writing about our daily hiccups and adventures. I’ve talked about my front bottom, explained how you make a sex sandwich and wandered through the Doha film festival. It’s been a mixed bag. Come see me some time after you’ve snacked on your paella and finished that little drink with an umbrella.
