Travel, lifestyle, family.

How I met a tall dark stranger. Our story.

10 September, 2019

Once upon a time, one adventurous Polish girl met a tall dark strangerโ€ฆ The rest is history ๐Ÿ™‚

My parents were both lawyers and, as it often happens in such circumstances, I was expected to follow the same path. Not that I had much against it. I pictured myself in an Ally McBeal-ish setup: smart, charming and extremely successful litigator, living my life in designer suits and obscenely high heels. Fast forward to 2005 and there I was: breezing through lectures, making all-the-right friends, sipping glasses of fancy wine at posh parties thrown by wannabe litigators. All was going well and according to the plan. And then, all of a sudden, I caught a travel bug.

I still remember my very first trip abroad.

It was February 2006 and as I set my foot on a plane for the very first time, I felt the rush of excitement that was soon to become so familiar to me. Needless to say, I loved it. The sun, the beach, the palm treesโ€ฆ even the annoyingly pushy souvenir sellers. When I came back to the gloomy wet reality of Polish winter, something began to shift in me. I became more adventurous. Within the next 4 years, Iโ€™ve been on a plane too many times to count, shamelessly spending my parentsโ€™ hard-earned lawyer money ๐Ÿ™‚

Somewhere along the way, following a painful breakup with my high school sweetheart, I met Khaled.

Iโ€™ve never been that girl who allows random strangers to chat her up online, โ€œHi beautiful.โ€, โ€œHow are you?โ€, โ€œSend me your pictures!โ€. Ugh, thanks but no thanks. Khaled took me by surprise, hitting one of my soft spots at the time: music. I would have never refused a conversation with someone passionate about the same artists and genres as me. We chatted the nights away, soon discovering that we have a lot more in common than just music taste. One thing led to another and before I knew it, I was inviting this likeminded stranger to my family home, for Christmas (thatโ€™s what we would call โ€œembracing the Christmas spirit!โ€). That took our relationship to a whole new level. The rest is history. We got married 2 years later and instead of settling in a law firm in my hometown, I found myself moving to the Middle East, Qatar to be precise. Iโ€™ve never lost my love to travel, and Khaled became my partner in crime.

We traveled a lot as a couple, but when we started a family, everything changed.

Nobody prepared us for how different and challenging traveling with small children can be! I guess now itโ€™s time for another confession: Iโ€™m a Google addict. Iโ€™ll google anything to make my life easier and I tend to gullibly trust everything I find online. Bad, I know. I decided to embrace the challenge of planning my trips with children. With uncle Googleโ€™s assistance, I started searching for resources that were supposed to help me not to lose my mind in the process. This is where the trouble began. I was not able to find a comprehensive source of what I was looking for. Most websites I came across catered either to super-rich travelers with extremely well-behaved kids (not me!), or extreme budget travelers carrying their kids around in a backpack next to a weekly supply of toilet paper (impressive, but again, not me!).

Thatโ€™s how the idea of this blog was born.

But it didn’t end here. As I wrote, I was also trying to follow my audience’s questions and include things that my readers were most interested in. As a result, what started as a travel blog has soon evolved into a everything-about-Qatar blog, with bits of travel & lifestyle thrown in for good measure.

Happy reading! I hope youโ€™re here to stay! ๐Ÿ™‚