Word from the Old Country

Jim and I always dreamed of taking a family sabbatical in another country. But somewhere in the ether of adulthood—renovating a house, procreating, soccer momming and marathon trips to Target—we lost track of the fantasy. We were vegging on the couch every night, barely speaking, crabby and discontented. We asked ourselves: Is this the American Dream? If it is, let’s tweak it a little. This blog tracks our journey.

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