Grocery shopping, killing my family, and other mundane aspects of travel

Grocery shopping

In the US, I’ll go to extraordinary lengths to avoid grocery shopping. Truly, it is my least favorite of all domestic activities. My father would be disappointed to hear this, but I don’t check the sale circular or clip coupons – I just go in, grab what I need, and get out.

So why is it that I LOVE exploring grocery stores in other countries? I suspect in my mind it is more of an anthropological survey activity and less of a routine errand.

Anna-Sophia and I spent way too long in this store, examining how they market potato chips, bottled water, and crackers. And I loved every second of it!

Killing folks slowly

I love warm, sunny weather. Give me clear skies and 82 degrees and I’m about as happy as I can be. Warmer is just fine with me! Thus our travels to Kenya, Colombia, South Africa, Botswana, and soon to Mozambique.

Luke and Anna-Sophia, however, melt easily.

Anna-Sophia claims to love Iceland, Scotland, and Seattle weather. I’m not sure what Luke likes, but it is most certainly a temperature in which butter remains solid at ambient temperature and most certainly lacks sun. One of these days I am pretty sure I’m going to kill my family through overheating or overexposure to the sun. Both Luke and Anna-Sophia needed to nap to recover from the sun today, while I seem to absorb energy from the heat and sun and am way to jazzed up to contemplate sleep. And that is why I’m the one up writing this – the others are nearly dead.