Why I Suck at Traveling

I apologize for my lack of comments this week. FIL, the kids and I were out and about - on walkabout (teehee, not really, we came back). We went to Krakow.

I'm so magical, I can post even without internet connection. But, unfortunately, I am not magical enough to comment. Yet.

On this trip though, I was reminded of why I am a terrible traveler. This may come as a shock, you know, seeing as how I live outside of both my native countries, but I REALLY do not like to travel. I absolutely hate sleeping in a bed that's not mine (particularly European beds, which just suck). I hate having to speak to people I don't know. And I really don't like being cooped up with my kids in places that are unfamiliar to them (which in Poland will -and did - definitely lead to someone telling me that I am the worst mother imaginable).

See, I'm normal. No, really. I'm totally normal. I just happen to live in a country where day to day living is a little more challenging because of the language barrier.

And I have a hilarious story for later, but I've been asked not to share. So I'll have to figure out how to make everyone anonymous. Hmmm...