Travelling allows us to live in the moment. To take full advantage of the experiences, or simply to ensure that we remember to drive on the wrong (ie, right) side of the road, we have to live in the moment really. What's the point of travelling otherwise? It's an odd, almost out-of-body, experience, especially when in a foreign (for us) language environment.
That focus on living in the moment meant that, aside from the daily quick review of news on the internet), we felt removed from any society - our own, and certainly the other-language-speaking societies we were moving through - and largely uninfluenced by mass media culture. (I do recall refusing to buy a particular washing liquid at a supermarket in Italy because it had babies on the label.)
So it is a bit of a shock to come home and suddenly find ourselves immersed in news and advertisements and media and culture. Reminders that "family" to so many only means parents plus children. TV advertisements that say "you're GREAT, Mom" in such a cheesy, saccharine sweet voice that I shuddered. Stories in the newspaper of a woman in France who kept her two-year-old in the boot (trunk) of her car. (Reinforcing my view that having or not having a child is neither a reward nor a punishment.)
I'm noticing anew the every day reminders of living without children in a world that insists you must have them. By and large I'm observing the reminders - they're not really hurting me. But I do remember how hard such reminders were in the early days, months and even years of loss, and of realising we were living a life without children. And I hope that those who are still going through this, who still feel hurt and lost and alone, can take some comfort in my promise that as the years pass, these things get easier. They really do.