Kathmandu… Why?

Photo memories from my trip to Kathmandu back in 2009… Today I feel as sad as I felt when I first visited the emerald valley that has lost its shine under the heavy smog.

But most of all I wonder what happened to all these kids I met on the streets of the busy and dirty city. I just wish and hope God kept them safe.

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Xmas Gift List

Christmas is around the corner but there’s still time for last-minute shopping! Enjoy our gift list and get inspired..

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From Top left to bottom right:
Nerf Gun, Crosley X UO Cruiser Briefcase Portable Vinyl Record Player, Bellroy Note Sleeve wallet, I love your Style book by Amanda Brooks, Gift Boutique – Heart Light Sign, Vince Coleton Suede over-the-knee boots, Fujifilm Instax Mini 8 Instant Camera, La Vie Boheme Yoga mat, Proenza Schouler PS1 bag, Magical Thinking Elephant Stamp Catch-All Dish, American Girl Doll Isabelle.
Still not sure what to get for your loved ones? Simply contact us and we will take care of it…

What a proud smile!

“Mum when will my teeth fall out”? The question kept resurfacing for the last few months since almost all her classmates had gone through the stage of loosing their baby teeth. But she’s one of the youngest in her class and her time had not yet come.
“Be patient sweetie, I think yours will fall out when your birthday is near” I kept answering to her questions.
I really was afraid that once the first tooth would fall out she would burst into tears… like the last time when she insisted I cut her hair short and when I did (at a “safe” length), still she wanted it all back up on her head. With sticky tape, if that would be possible.
So a couple of days ago I noticed a small displacement of her lower tooth before she told me it was wobbling. Mmm.. I smell trouble, I thought. What if she asks me to stick her tooth back in her mouth once she realizes her smile will be having a little blank space? I didn’t know if I could handle another “drama” from her.
The next day, when I went to pick her up from school, she came out holding a small envelope sealed and marked “To: tooth fairy”. The envelope, carefully prepared by the school nurse, had even the drawing of a little fairy. And then, saying nothing, she gave me a huge smile!  her tooth missing… I smiled back at her and after hugs I asked: “It wasn’t that wobbly! Did you pull it out yourself?” By the look she gave me I guess she did.
So far she hasn’t asked when her new tooth is coming out. The old one was taken by the fairy in exchange for pocket money, so no requests for sticking.
But I really enjoy how proudly she wears her new smile 🙂


Lilliputians vs Giants


Families lined up in front of the check-in counters, waiting – not so patiently – for their tickets; it seems that the flight will be full… of kids. “Here are your boarding passes sir” says the lady behind the desk, in the Emirates uniform; “you may now proceed to the security control”. -“Dad, can I hold mine?” a little boy asks… Yes, we are on our way for a trip unlike any others; a trip to a place where children’s creativity is about to unfold and tested in real life situations.

I admit it, I was really nervous before getting on board and not because I have aerophobia, my “fear” had to do with our destination. Being a mother of two who loves her kids and enjoys spending time with them but at the same time hates in-door kids’ play parks where children shout and make a fuss, I thought that entering this kids’ paradise and staying with them for a couple of hours, would be living my hell… Well this time it wasn’t the case.

Kidzania, a kids’ indoor role-playing park, situated in Dubai mall is a two-storey micrograph of a town, a city designed and built on a small scale, which has nothing to envy from a grown-ups town. Its residents, the Kidzanians, have their own government, their own facilities, their own shopping outlets and of course their own currency.

Passing the security control off we get in. Our first stop: HSBC bank where kids can cash in their cheques in the town’s official currency: the kidzos. Adults can escort the younger children but are not supposed to enter the little shops and organizations, which left me and my husband like many other parents drooling outside the glass windows of the toy-size premises trying to sneak on the kids’ facial expressions to feel the same level of excitement that they did while they were engaged in the activities.

Since we got our money (or was it their money?), it was time for some earning or spending! Whereas boys are putting up their sleeves to get their hands busy on their first jobs (for which they are paid for), the girls are much more prone into spending their money in the Beauty Salon, buying groceries from Waitrose or making their own bracelets in the Jewellery Shop (typical women’s behavior a man could admit).

Being dragged by my kids towards the Flight Simulator Center we stop and stand aside on the pavement hearing the sound of sirens: the fire truck full of fire(little)men are on their mission to put off a fire close to town’s main square. Next to us a little fellow holding a TNT package is looking at his watch worrying he might be late for the package delivery.

After successfully completing his flight simulator course and being assigned his first flight, my son moves on to his new adventure: He wants to participate in a car race at Kidzania’s racing track, but to do so, first he needs to go to the Ministry of Transportation to issue his driving license and complete his driving skills’ test.

Meanwhile, on the other side of the town, my daughter is hired as a fashion model and after all the dress and make up she’s ready to strike a pose on camera. As for the fashion show that is scheduled for later in the day, she will have to learn how to walk as a model on the catwalk.

The clock strikes twelve and happy songs are heard from the Theater’s auditorium – balcony: Young performers freshly graduated from the Acting Academy are singing and dancing in front of the Kidzania’s Eternal Spirit Monument. The show is broadcasted live on the Kidzania television station and reporters are after the spectators for a statement on their impressions. The show was the lead story on Kidzania’s newspaper too as a major event.

Up and down, in and out we spent more than four hours in the amazing little town until the kids started feeling exhausted. Eventually they worked really hard: in these four hours they became pilots, television presenters, radio broadcasters, doctors, policemen, firemen, fashion models, construction workers, teachers, shoppers, cooks and still they hadn’t visited all of the places in the town. But the best part was that even we, their parents, despite the fact that we weren’t actively participating, we had an amazing time with our kids so that we didn’t feel the time fly by.

With the no-kids-zone movement on the rise in many parts of the world, Kidzania might the answer to all those who encourage the “brat ban”. Malaysia Airlines has banned babies from many of their first class cabins urging other major airlines to do the same. Restaurants, hotel resorts, movie theaters, and even outdoor areas in compounds are turning into child-free zones. Whereas I don’t believe kids should necessarily follow their parents everywhere, this new type of racism towards the Lilliputian citizens of the world if given bigger dimensions, could actually point straight to their parents isolating them and classifying them as lower class citizens.

I will never forget my experience at Tilly’s (not a pub, not a first class restaurant, but a simple coffee-shop in the Jawad Dome Bahrain) one very hot summer noon few years ago, when having to wait in the area for an hour with my then two and a half years old, I stopped by for us to get a refreshment. Even if the coffee shop was completely empty and my daughter is a sweet well-behaved little girl, we were kicked out by the waitress who claimed their no-kids-zone policy. Needless to say I never visited the shop ever since as a matter of principle. But I admit, it was a huge relief for me when, as a retaliation, I threw a coin in the Kidzania’s Independence Fountain….

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