Expat life gives us lots of magical memories that you cherish always. In our family we call them Frederick moments. “Frederick” is the title of a classic children’s book by Leo Lionni, one of those books that children think is funny, but make parents reach for the Kleenex. I can’t explain the story better than the summary on Amazon.ca:
While the other field mice work to gather grain and nuts for winter, Frederick sits on a sunny rock by himself. “I gather sun rays for the cold dark winter days,” he tells them. Another day he gathers “colors,” and then “words.” And when the food runs out, it is Frederick, the dreamer and poet, whose endless store of supplies warms the hearts of his fellow mice, and feeds their spirits during the darkest winter days.
Frederick moments are times like these:-
A picnic on the beach in Azerbaijan with my ESL student friends. Typical western woman, I’d spent hours making salads and sandwiches which they looked at in amazement. For them a picnic meant everyone piling in a ramshackle car, a quick stop at the bazaar to pick up fresh fruit, cheese, bread and some soft drinks, and then a day spent alternately swimming, playing and chatting. So relaxed and easy.
Telegraph Island, Oman. On a weekend trip from Dubai, we took a Dhow (traditional wooden boat) trip off the coast of the Mussandam Peninsula, where the Arabian Gulf narrows down to the Straits of Hormuz. It’s the site of an old telegraph station (hence the name) and supposedly sparking the phrase “going round the bend” for the poor souls posted to this desolate spot in 1865.
My friend, Helga (pictured here), seems to attract Frederick moments with her inquisitive nature and disarmingly simple charm. Here we were exploring the summer Majilis of the old ruler of Dubai. Cool and calm, it was an oasis in the hustle and bustle of that modern metropolis.
I now make a mental note of Frederick moments, bookmark and file them in a special place in my mental hard drive. There are many which I don’t have photos for, and yet they are just as clear, if not clearer in my mind than those shown here. Everyone has these “stop and smell the roses” moments, but some of my expatriate ones are the sweetest.