We never intended to stay in Santa Cruz, California long before pushing on, back to our travel life. We’re just making a fuel stop, we told ourselves and anyone who asked. We needed one or two years to put money back in the bank, take a break from homeschooling our kids, and rest from our […]
When Pierre sent me the list of places he had found for us to stay in southern France for the next leg of our nomadic journey, I looked them up and laughed. Many of them were spacious and quite nice, but they were all in tiny villages seemingly in the middle of nowhere!
That’s right, I was a patient at this internationally famous private hospital, located in Bangkok, Thailand, but arriving there, I felt much more like its hotel guest.
About two days ago on the tiny island of Gili Air in Indonesia, I walked down a set of concrete steps that led from our beach bungalow’s restaurant to the ocean and slipped–flying into the air, cartoon-style, and slamming into the edge of a step with the back of my head. POW!
Ah… being in a first world country again (in this case, Singapore) after almost eight months in third world (developing) countries has been surprisingly refreshing!