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Travel: Ugly Tourists make me Uncomfortable

Today is the third day of May with the Blog Every Day in May challenge.  
Feel free to join in and if you catch this anytime through out the month feel free to just jump right in.  

Day 3, Friday: Things that make you uncomfortable

Traveling with or being around the ‘Ugly Tourist’ makes me very much uncomfortable.  Given that I stand out already with an American accent if you are an offender from the US of A, I will want to put as much distance between us as possible.  Coincidentally I have movstly lived in highly touristy areas giving me plenty of run ins with the Ugly Tourist.  While some can be outrageously obnoxious I have realized others are just ignorant to traveling outside of your country.  You cannot correct what you do not know to be wrong. Perhaps this will be enlightening to some to help you in your upcoming travels abroad. For the rest of you who want to run for the hills when getting too close to these un-savvy travelers, feel free to comment below with your own stories.  

I Feel Uncomfortable by Ugly Tourists Who…
…Will Not Try New Foods. 
They are the ones you find eating at well known fast food franchises instead of local cuisine. Or who ask for traditional dishes from their home country whether or not it is on the menu.  Personally for me to experience a culture you have to experience their food.  We had the opportunity to live in Hawaii for a few years which is rich in a variety of Asian restaurants. My sons still have a great love for dim sum, pho, pancit, and sushi to name a few.  However, we had people visit us who would not even allow us to take them to a restaurant that did not serve ‘American food’ (their quote not mine).  I grew up in a family that moved and traveled in Europe through out my childhood. We took a trip to Poland and ordered blindly off a menu and ate whatever came. I highly suggest putting the experience over the comfort because you can always eat at home what you would eat normally. 
…Who Expect Different Portion Sizes.
This may be more geared towards the ‘Ugly Americans’ opposed to tourists from other nations. It is no secret that many Americans are overweight and it is brought up in conversation with me by people here in the UK.  Food portions outside of America in other countries can be much smaller. Even when it comes to drinks you have to remember glass sizes will be smaller and without refills. If you are still hungry or still thirsty you can always order more. 
…Are Not Modest.
Many places that tourists go to visit when on vacation include places of worship.  However not all tourists are familiar with the modesty rules to go inside these places.  If you are female you more than likely will not be admitted inside if you are wearing short skirts or shorts and if your shoulders are not covered.  Some places also may request that the female covers her head with a shawl.  Last year in a  church in Italy I lost count of how many times our guide had to interrupt himself to stop a female tourist from coming inside due to modesty issues.  The best thing to do is to plan your trip and then dress accordingly to the day.  Some places will provide shawls that you can use to cover your shoulders, but you should not rely on that assumption. 
…Dress Like A  Slob.
Obvious to most you should really wear clean clothes.  However you really can stick out as a tourist by looking like a slob in context to the country you are visiting.  If you are traveling to Europe the rule of thumb is to wear well tailored clothes and only wear tennis shoes if you are going to the gym. That does not mean you have to wear a suit when on vacation. Just take a look online of what the locals wear in the country and dress to impress.  As a traveler you only get a first impression by locals when interacting in the country.  In this case appearances do mean something. 
…Brings Their Obnoxious Attitudes.
I dislike to point fingers but when I found out that the cast of the Jersey Shore was going to Italy I immediately cringed.  Having grown up in Italy twice I never met anyone who acted and spoke the way the Jersey Shore cast does, despite their Italian heritage.  Know that you are a guest in the host country and you will be watched and judged accordingly.  You are representing your whole country back home when abroad so be the best representation of it.  Dial down the personality as you resepect the country you are visiting.
…Do No Respect A Country’s History.
Those tourists who see things and then make remarks about how they have ‘old thing’s back home too. Or who bring up the past history and make very rude remarks or questions to the locals.  Tread carefully and do not compare your home country to the host country.  It is very beneficial to read up about the country before you travel.  It will give you a new found respect and make you more informed about the country instead of only knowing about the beach or party scene of that location.
…Feels Entitled In Their Host Country.
I remember being on my honeymoon in Cozumel, Mexico and it was my husband’s first time out of the United States and Canada.  The US Coast Guard was there and we unfortunately kept running into them at the hotel or out in town. I say unfortunately because they were the young naive tourist type who spoke and acted very loudly.  We remember one such loud conversation they had with the hotel concierge about not getting the right room on the argument of ‘but WE are the US Coast Guard!’. 
…Criticizes Cultural Differences And Customs as Strange.
Remember that you are a guest.  People will watch and listen to you more carefully because of that fact.  Especially if you are in a group.  The slight comments you make when you dont understand the culture or find something strange, keep to the hotel room. You will not only be offending people and the country but coming across as very rude.  Just because something is different does not make it wrong.
…Speak Loudly To Non English Speaking People In English.
It does not matter how loud you talk or how loud and slowly you yell people will not understand you better. They will only understand how rude you are. I was in a 7-Eleven buying water in Thailand when an American family was talking louder and louder to the shop keeper.  At the point where their tone got angry as well as loud I put down my water and took my business elsewhere.  No one wants to be around that. 

…Get Frustrated With the Locals For Not Speaking English.
Which leads us to the next point of do not get upset just because the locals do not speak your language. While it can be frustrating and even a bit scary to not be able to communicate, keep your attitude in check.  It is not a written rule that everyone should speak English or which ever language you are trying to speak.  Take a breath and move on.
…Expect The Host Country To Be Like The USA.
People and customs differ from country to country. It can be easy to assume small things will be the same in the host country, so do not get frustrated when things end up being different.  I smiled kindly to a waitress after having a family member visiting asking for ice for her drink.  Do not expect to always find things like ice cubes, air conditioning, central heating, king size beds, flat sheets, english menus, etc when in the host country.  Further more asking for it or asking why it is not available is not the best way to act.  Accept the differences and focus on the perks of the host country.  
Whether you learned something or just shook your head in remembrance of an Ugly Tourist you have met let me know what you thought in the comment section below. 

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VLOG: Interacting with Third Culture Kids

Today is the second day of May with the Blog Every Day in May challenge.  Feel free to join in and if you catch this anytime through out the month feel free to just jump right in.  I will be posting my normal posts, so you get a special treat of two different posts for each day this month. Read about Day 1.

Day 2, Thursday: Educate us on something you know alot about or are good at. Take any approach you’d like (serious and educational or funny and sarcastic)

I decided to do a VideoLog (VLOG) on how to interact with Third Culture Kids (TCKs).  
I hope you find this informative and if you would like to know more about TCKs click the top link.
I wrote out what I wanted to say for 80% of this and the rest was just me talking. You will be able to tell when I run out of my ‘script’ because I will start saying ‘um’ frequently. I apologize and I hope to get better at my future VLOGS.  Unfortunately my editing software did not want to corporate today.  Let me know if you liked this VLOG and if you would like me to do more of them on the blog. 


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Expat: Choosing the Expat Life

The first Thursday of every month I will be linking up with Lost in Travels and Postcards from Rachel for the Expat Diaries instead of my usual ‘Throwback Thursday’  photography posts.  Today I commence the Expat Diaries series on my A Compass Rose with a beginning look at ‘Choosing the Expat Life’.  This is my personal look at how my husband and I got to where we are today living abroad in England. 
When I met my husband at Harding University we were in a traveling theatre group that ministered to youth groups in churches in and out of state.  He was a sophomore with an ever changing major and I was an incoming freshman with a plan to leave after two years.  My whole life up to that point had been centered around theatre and living overseas.  I was going to work on my theatre degree for two years and then hopefully transfer to a prestigious Theatre school in Australia.  I had already planned out my semester abroad the following year at the University’s campus in Sydney to help me in my endeavors.  Short story: The goal I had for myself was that I would be going places.

On our first date during Spring semester I told him how I was going going to be leaving to go to Australia to pursue my dreams in Theatre.  My husband told me later he knew on that date that he was going to marry me.  Long story short I fell head over heels for the American boy and my first real love.  We dated for one semester before getting engaged for just a year.  We got married the summer before his Senior year, nine months later we  were pregnant with our first son, and had a newborn nine months after that.  Any plans to go to Australia or be a starving actress in Los Angeles shifted as my life took a new focus and direction. 

During our engagement we came up with new plans that would involved the two of us together.  My only need was to be living overseas.  Since we were going to a private Christian university this developed into embarking on a life of mission work.  There was a current team at my small church in Naples, Italy where I had lived before we moved to the US.  I figured we could put together a team from students on campus and return to help with the on going work.  It seemed perfect because my husband could see the place where I had lived twice in my life, being the closest thing to a home that I had.  After we were married a situation arose back in Italy closing down that path to us.  As one door closes another one opens.  We were invited to join a team going to southern Thailand with a summer camp friend of my husband.  I had not yet been to Asia and my husband had not yet left North America, so the excitement of a new world captivated us.  We formed a small team to live in Thailand that Summer working with a church to teach English.  I was pregnant with Ronan when we lived in Bangkok and so our family was top priority on our minds.  We learned from the locals how dangerous it had become recently where we wanted to move with the other missionary team.  Between the issue of safety and other circumstances the group never went forth to that area of the Thailand.  My husband and I felt lost at that point because we knew we wanted to go abroad but we did not know what to do with our lives.  We needed to decide fast because Ryan was finishing his degree and I was getting closer to having our baby.  

I was a freshman during 9/11 and Ryan and I had been together that first weekend on a trip with our ministry theatre group.  Since then talks about the military (due to my father being an officer in the USAF) came up frequently.  Ryan had even talked to a recruiter about a master degree to be a chaplain in the military.  So we decided after the baby was born we would move to Arizona where my parents live and he would enlist.  My father, dressed in his officer’s uniform, escorted his son-in-law to make sure the recruiters did not try to pull the wool over his eyes (as they can do).  He put in that we really wanted an overseas assignment and we began the process of being a military family.  My parents did six overseas tours in Europe. I figured, having known enough families that would rather stay stateside, it would be easy to do.  My husband got a linguistics job that ironically would never send him to Europe, nor Asia, despite the fact that he was learning Chinese.  After training in Monterey, California it would be one tour in Hawaii, followed by DC, and repeat the process through out the time spent in the military.  We were so blessed to be stationed in such beautiful places but my heart was calling me elsewhere.  
The Military Life on Oahu, Hawaii 

The actual story of how we got from that point in our life to where we are today is not really a pretty one. Nor is it flattering. Since it does not pertain to life of an Expat, I’ll leave that story for another day.  I had my English passport and I was more than ready to leave. I came to the US in 2000 with my parents and in 2011 my husband took me back to Europe.  Though he was enrolled in school for his masters degree, we came with no jobs and no place to live.  We essentially lived in a hostel until we were able to figure things out.  It included an expensive trip back for Ryan when we were told incorrect information about his application for a marriage visa.  We have also learned a lot of other mistakes along the way as rookie expats.  To be fair I knew what an expat was in definition but did not fully know what it meant to be an expat until we became expats.  I also did not know how vast and huge the expat world is today.  Honestly had I known and had I been able to connect years back maybe I would have saved myself from some of the heartache of being a Third Culture Kid living in a foreign land of America.  

Living in England with our family
The current life for expats is much different than how it would have been twenty or thirty years past due to online social networks.  An expat life can be open to loneliness especially when you live very far away from family.  However I do not have a ‘home’ and I dont have those friends I have grown up with my whole childhood from moving so often.  But I connect with people living nomadic lives as adults that now it seems you dont ever have to feel alone.  I had not realized even until the start of this year how much resources there are for expats and how many expats share their personal stories online through blogging.  I find much happiness and fulfillment from just conversing with other expats all over the world on a day to day basis.  I never found twitter as useful as I do today because I can easily talk with people who understand the ups and downs of expat life in seconds.  If you have a heart for travel, for the world, for letting new cultures and ways of living into your life then I recommend choosing the expat life.  Although the community of expats is spread worldwide, it is a close knit community.  We chose the Expat life to come back to the only life I had known.  We choose to stay with the Expat life because we have made a home for ourselves and essentially found our home in the world.  
Q: Why have you chosen or do you want to choose the Expat life?

If you liked this you can also check out: Expat: Finding Love Abroad and Travel: Moving Abroad

xx
Bonnie Rose

Wedding: Bringing back Sleeves

As I look around for the prefect type of dress for my sister and friends to wear as my ‘bridesmaids’ for the vow renewal this August I cannot help but think about the curse of strapless dresses.  My dress and the bridesmaids dresses were all strapless.  My dress fortunately had been custom made and fitted so that it was snug tightly against my body.  However it was a common sight to see one of my bridesmaids yanking her dress up as the day went on.  There is also the issue of posture. I was wearing a full length corset which made it impossible to bed at the waist, but perfect for standing nice and tall.  Depending on what angle a photographer uses, how your posture is at the moment, and what you are doing with your arms can either make or break a wedding photo when wearing a strapless gown.  I really loved my dress and so far I am planning on taking it out of its perserved box to wear again this August. 
My Maid of Honour, my Bridesmaid, and my husband’s ‘Groomsmaid’ helping me button up my gown.

Then the Royal Wedding happened in 2011 and brides were finally seeing another option for what to wear on their big day.  There are many venues like the Westminster Abbey where a strapless gown is just not appropriate. As my mum commented below not every bride looks amazing in a strapless dress. Should you not have more options for looking the best you can be on that perfect day?  To which I answered with an agreeing laugh to the meme below.  
So I am brought back to the question of what to wear for my vow renewal.  I have my gown that I only got to wear for a few hours that was custom made and to which I still very much love.  However it is my Vow Renewal for 10 years of marriage.  I have been toying with the idea of updating it.  I have always loved Gwen Stefani since junior high school and her wedding dress with the ombre pink accent was beautiful.  I thought about replicating that with my dress until I realised it would lessen the chances of my own daughter (when I have one) wearing it for her big day.  The sash on my dress flows as long as the train and is currently the same shade of duchess satin as the rest of the gown. I pondered about maybe just dying the sash as an easy ‘update’.  However again I’m so nervous to do anything that could have the possibility of going wrong. So lets pull this back to the whole conversation of bringing back sleeves.  I was not a huge fan of lace ten years ago but now I honestly really love it.  So I’ve been looking at coverups to use with my dress that can essentially give me two different looks for photographs. 
Source: Justin Alexander
I could always just get some tulle and do something like the photo above.  However, my number one choice is the off the shoulder shirt/jacket type coverup.  I have seen ones I could wear under the dress and ones that go over the dress.  My only fear is making sure the shade of the lace matches perfectly with the shade of white of my gown.  I originally wore sleeveless gloves on my wedding day that I look at now and kinda cringe. I still love the gloves but the shades of white just do not mesh as well as I remember them doing back in 2003.
Source: Little Black Book featuring Tana Photography

Source: AlexBridal
My second choice is the lace bolero jacket that looks similar to what the Duchess wore above.  I love the look.  However I really like the more off the shoulder to the more conservative coverup.
Source: Pinterest
I am also really into anything bohemian and have seen a few capes that are beautiful.  I would never have thought to even look for a cape, but you can always have your opinion changed with the right piece of styling. 
Source: IHEARTBRIDE
Source: IHEARTBRIDE
Where does that leave me now?  Currently I have been looking at what I own now and what I can find in thrift stores to see if I can do a DIY piece to add a bit of ‘something old’ to our vow renewal. I have not yet found anything that works so keep your eye out for me.  I love ideas!
xx
Bonnie Rose

250 Words of a Nomad

Today is the first day of May and with it commences the Blog Every Day in May challenge.  Feel free to join in and if you catch this anytime through out the month feel free to just jump right in.  I will be posting my normal posts, so you get a special treat of two different posts for each day this month. 

Day 1, WednesdayThe story of your life in 250 words or less (or one paragraph… no one will be counting your words… probably)


I was born in Oxford, England to American parents who were on their second overseas tour in Europe.  This would not be their last as I grew up moving around military bases in Europe until I was seventeen years old.  My childhood was highly nomadic as we were always moving.  I have lived in a place for as little as a few months and as long as three years at a time.  Hence I can never easily answer where I am from and still have yet to settle down.  I have learned a few different languages growing up and traveling abroad but I am still only speak English fluently.  I met my husband at Uni in the US.  We were college sweethearts and married while we both still in school.  We then embarked on the life as a military family adding two children along the way for the next six years.  We got really ‘tough’ assignments of Monterey, California and Oahu, Hawaii.  However life made up for life of paradise by experiencing the sudden loss of my dad and followed by a near divorce in my marriage.  Through it all we finally made our way to Europe in the summer of 2011 and have been living the Expat life ever since.  My husband and I are more in love than ever and will be renewing our vows this August on our 10th Wedding Anniversary in Wales. This is just another chapter in our story called life. 
Second to my camera, my pink laptop is one of my favourite accessories. 

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