Expat Life: Going topless
I'm not sure what it says about me that the event that has finally prompted me to resurrect my languishing blog was an awkward experience in a foreign country involving partial nudity. What's even odder is that I hadn't felt this inspired at all during 2019, which had been full of really blogworthy happenings, including: the two international moves we made in 8 months (oh, by the way, we live in Germany now) the romantic elopement of our older son and his stunning bride in Gibraltar (I know, right? What's wrong with me?) the university graduation of the younger son from his Uni in Amsterdam (and MrO's and my equally-significant 'graduation' from years of paying tuition.) the sale of our US 'home base' of 15 years and ensuing statelessness. (So, yes, things have changed a few times since we packed up with our teenagers to move for 'just two years' to Seoul back in 2011. But I digress.) So why the silence on the b
