
Certainly I am sending prayers to Poland. Yet this story also brings home something amazing from our expat experience. The world is smaller to me now. We are more connected and effected by events that happen where we have been. Borders are no longer barriers to foreign lands, but convenient dividers of custom and culture.

And as Polish grief plays out on our televisions I am transported there through memories since we have visited St. Mary's Basilica where the President's state funeral Mass and procession took place and the Castle Hill where he will be entombed. We recognize sites in Warsaw where the initial images of grief emerged amidst a sea of votive candles.
My hope and wish is that even though Connor may be too young to remember that through this blog journal and photos she will feel a similar closeness with countries and people all over the world. It certainly will make World History and Geography come alive. We are saving Romanian money, European postcards, and many maps for a very international show-and-tell one day down the line!
Click here for an article I wrote about our initial visit to Poland (Krakow) for the AWCB newsletter.
2 comments:
Love this post. We are grieving for Poland. I totally agree that the world does feel smaller because of our travels and you say it so elegantly. You have a great way with words.
I've been thinking of my time in Krakow this week, too. The world really IS so small!
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