It has been almost a year since my last entry and now that I am trying to write again, I honestly don’t know where to start. It was a very eventful summer that I barely had time to pen down my thoughts.
Anyhow, I guess one of the major highlights of this year is the camaraderie I formed with some moms who are in the same situation as I am. That is, married to a Czech man and raising children in a Filipino-Czech household. After all, this is what this blog is all about — me sharing my experiences as a Filipino mom in the Czech Republic.
It was also very interesting that our children are almost the same age, so we were able to go out and have fun and the kids were able to play together.
We did two major trips this summer. The first one was in Cesky Krumlov.
It was a very hot day the day we went, so we weren’t really able to walk around a lot. But despite that, we still managed to have fun. It was a 3-day, 2-night trip so we were really able to bond and get to know each other. So did the kids.
It was no wonder that we decided to repeat it again in Doksy. Doksy is a town located in one of the biggest man-made lakes in Czech, Macha Lake. The lake was named after the famous Czech poet and avid hiker, Karel Hynek Macha. Macha was believed to have walked through the area where he found inspiration for some of his poetry.
But for us Filipinos, it was a taste of the sea. As you may already know, Czech is geographically located in Central Europe and really far from the sea. The lake provided a a quasi-beach for us, and it was great to feel like we were in the Philippines again.
While my little daughter was very clingy, her older brother blended right in. He immediately raided the first beach structure that he saw.
It was not a very bright day that day, so most of us decided not to take a dip in the beach but just enjoy the sights, the air and the stories.
The next day, we decided to take a touristic trip around town aboard one of its trolley cars. With Czechs being on the conservative side, it was very unusual to see a large group of foreign-looking foreigners in this part of the Republic. Thus, we were not able to escape from the stares of those we met along the way.
It was another fun trip that not only the moms enjoyed, but the kids as well.
Personally, I was happy that my kids bonded with the other Fil-Czech kids. Finally, it is a group that they belong to. They are Filipinos, but not only partially so. They are also Czechs, but only partially so. If it ever came to a point where they would see themselves as different from the Czech kids around them, it should provide comfort for them to know that there are others like them. And it’s fun to be different.