If you ask my kids what’s the worst part of multicultural upbringing, they will probably complain about “funny” food from different countries; it’s not fair when Babcia makes you eat a beetroot soup and Abuelita puts a huge plate of caraotas on the same day! Yuck! Or all those exercise books in three languages when all you want to do is play with your new Lego set!
However, there’s a HUGE bonus to all that suffering: they literally get the best of both worlds when it comes to celebrations and presents. They celebrate their name day (like all Polish kids) with a huge piñata (like all Venezuelan kids). They get visits from Ratoncito Pérez (Perez the Mouse) AND Tooth Fairy….and if they’re lucky, these visits happen when we travel, so the kiddos get their teeth attractive foreign currency.
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My kids are incredibly street smart when it comes to life in the city. They give travel advice to strangers regarding trams they need to take to different places in Poznań, they know which supermarkets offer their favourite candy or cereal and where to stand on a tram stop to be placed right in front of the door when the tram arrives and get a free seat.
Yet they have no more knowledge of countryside and nature than Kim Kardashian has of world problems. When I asked Michał (3 back then) where milk comes from, he happily answered “from Netto”. And where is milk before it arrives to Netto? “I don’t know Mummy, maybe in other Netto”. They both also used to think that strawberries grow on the trees. Sigh.
Continue reading How to Teach a City Kid that Milk Doesn’t Come from the Supermarket. Our trip to Harvest Festival in Szreniawa.
When my son Andrés was born in Spain I received congratulations cards from all over the world, in at least five languages. My family from Poland, my husband’s relatives from Venezuela and Dominican Republic, our friends from France, Italy, UK, Mexico, Brasil, Canada and many other countries, they all sent us gifts and wished us all the best on the phone, Skype and Facebook.
When he turned one, we celebrated his birthday with a dress-up Disney party in a group of family and friends from six countries. As a toddler he spent a New Year’s Eve in Paris, carried in our arms to the top of Eiffle Tower and sleeping in his buggy as we were wathcing fireworks over Notre Dame cathedra.
And it wasn’t until now, when he turned 5 that I started to think how much he’s influenced by his multicultural upbringing.
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Recently, every time I spend a day in Wrocław or Kraków I see groups of young foreign guys hanging out in the centre. You can hear Italian, Spanish, Portugese and other languages on the tram, at the malls and in department stores. Tourists? No way, they look like locals walking confidently with their branded shopping bags from Biedronka. Erasmus students? Not really, they look too old ( late twenties or early thirties) and far too sober. So what, have they all come here with their beautiful Polish girlfriends? Continue reading Jobs for foreigners in Poland with no Polish skills required