It seems that when traveling outside the USA, I find many things that just don’t look stable or safe. Case in point: houses on mountains, motorcycle rides over landslides, or me on anything. Here’s a collection of precarious things that would freak any mother out–especially mine. And yes, I use the term “precarious” quite lightly. So what here is precarious?
Or these homes in the Cinque Terre, Italy.
Or really, everything about this photo. No wonder we didn’t have power for a week.
How about any of these mountain roads in Nepal?
Or this giant fly, trying to function on this planet on its measly legs?
Or me on other cliffs:
Or me…not on any cliffs?
Or this village dessert’s contents, in my stomach, given to me during an event at which I was the honored guest?
Or me in this hammock in Malaysia (because the first one I was in broke, and I still have the scar to prove it)?
What is the likelihood that this Maltese road does NOT suddenly end and drop into the sea?
Or that several teenage girls CAN actually live in this tiny house on stilts in Asia?
Precarious or not, I’m still alive. Barely, but I still am. Remember: If you’re a mom, do not look at this post. Sorry for the late warning.