They fancied up the Queenstown airport since we were here a few years ago. They now have a gorgeous lobby (it looks similar to the Palm Springs airport, truthfully) that looks out onto the runway and the wonderful Remarkables mountain range on the other side of the runway. Landings here are incredible. You come in beside the mountains, over the turquoise blue, glacial Shotover River and the farms along the mountains. In front of you is Queenstown and Lake Wakitipu. It is incredible. Now the airport is modern and spacious. It is never crowded although it looks as if they built it large enough to accommodate future crowds.
One of the additions to the airport is a row of desks along the windows with internet accessible computers. So, here we sit, checking our e-mail and updating the blog one last time before we leave. We are mentally challenging ourselves about all of the last minute details. Did we send Caitie all of the information she needs for her flight home? Does my mother have all the details of our arrival? Do Mike and Dana have the information about our arrival? After many years of travel for work in which I gave little worry to the details of travel (well, after all, I had wonderful Samm to arrange all my trips which probably caused her some worry) now I am checking and double checking that it is all done.
We had a wonderful farewell at our Arrowtown home. Graeme and Hilary were wonderful hosts and we loved staying at their Pittaway cottage. So, if anyone ever travels to Arrowtown we recommend their cottage. They were welcoming hosts and their cottage is right in the heart of Arrowtown.
I have a huge to-do list for our January trip. After the month in the US visiting family, we have a terrific destination all planned. Stay tuned to the blog for the announcement of our January trip. We figured we would tell the kids where we were going first, so after they know, the blog will know.
We're off. Home to America in about a gazillion hours of airport and flight time.
Bye,
Deanne
Monday, December 10, 2007
Saturday, December 8, 2007
Trying to "Be Here Now"
Is it possible to be in a place that you love completely, yet be missing it because you will be gone in a few days, and at the same time, be anxious to move on so that you can see all of the people you love and miss? That is how we feel. We are trying hard to enjoy every minute of the time we have remaining here, and we are going through the rituals of leaving (last meal at this favorite place, last walk through the town, laundry, etc.)yet we are thinking longingly of seeing the kids and grandchildren. Home for the holidays. Even though they are playing Christmas music and decorating the town for Christmas, the warm weather is such a stark contrast to Christmas in Seattle that it is hard to think of being in the final countdown to Christmas.
We will keep writing while we are in Bellingham (after all, they have free internet to accompany our free rent at the kid's house), then as we move on to California. Keep watching to see what is happening.
Deanne
We will keep writing while we are in Bellingham (after all, they have free internet to accompany our free rent at the kid's house), then as we move on to California. Keep watching to see what is happening.
Deanne
Friday, December 7, 2007
LIFE IN THE ADVENTURE CAPITAL OF THE WORLD
"Do not be too timid and squeamish about your actions. All life is an experiment." – Ralph Waldo Emerson
The kiwis invented bungy jumping. They dive off bridges hundreds of feet above a tiny little, rocky creek. They jump off mountains with only a parachute to hold them aloft before hitting the soccer field below. They drive jet boats in narrow little canyons on water so shallow the boat slides across the rocks. Kiwis do it all; white river rafting, parasailing, luge, mountain biking, kayaking, canoeing, zorbing (whatever that is),.... And nowhere do they do all of these things except Queenstown. Here the lake, rapid rivers and surrounding mountains make the perfect environment to be able to take advantage of wind currents, fast water, scary drops and empty lakes. On top of this wonderful scenary, the weather here is spectacular. Summer is warm enough to have a wine country, but winter is cold enough to have skiing only a thiry minute drive up the mountain. It really is paradise, and if true to my kiwi friends, I would never send this paragraph to anyone. They like for it to be a secret.
So, what are the Handrons experimenting with in this land of adrenaline rushes? Well, we have been seeing a movie every night at Dorothy Browns cinema. This art house theater is at the other end of town from where we are staying, which means it is a five or six minute walk door to door from our cottage. To find the theater you have to walk between our favoriate restaurant, Saffron, and the town pub, the Blue Door, which is a semi-underground cave of a pub totally lit with candleight. At the end of this little tiny alley is the stairs up to the theater, where you grab your glass of wine, maybe a cheeseboard full of cheese and crackers if you are hungry, then find your leather cushions and comforters to settle in for the movie. Since we started coming here they have added a second theater- "the den". If you get to the den movie early (say ten minutes before showtime) you get the best seat... the velvet couch in the backrow. Otherwise you get a living room side chair or recliner. We saw Atonement last night and Evening the night before. Our idea of an adrenaline rush.
We are on our final three days here so we are doling out the places we go to make sure we hit each of our favorites before we leave. Today was lunch at the Gibbston winery. Monday night will be dinner at Saffron again.
Lest you think that all we do is sleep and eat, I have photos to prove we have been out on nature walks. It is too hot to walk in the sun, even with our super duper Australian leather hats, so we have been walking along the river bed in the shade of the trees. The lupines are in bloom and the trees create the most peaceful shade. It just begs for taking it slow and finding a spot to curl up for a nap. Adventure walking at its best.
Thanks to all of you who sent notes to Mike about EJ. He really appreciates it. I think I am going to sign off now. It is 4:00 in the afternoon, which means it is time to swing from the trees soon (also referred to as hammock time). Later,
Deanne
The kiwis invented bungy jumping. They dive off bridges hundreds of feet above a tiny little, rocky creek. They jump off mountains with only a parachute to hold them aloft before hitting the soccer field below. They drive jet boats in narrow little canyons on water so shallow the boat slides across the rocks. Kiwis do it all; white river rafting, parasailing, luge, mountain biking, kayaking, canoeing, zorbing (whatever that is),.... And nowhere do they do all of these things except Queenstown. Here the lake, rapid rivers and surrounding mountains make the perfect environment to be able to take advantage of wind currents, fast water, scary drops and empty lakes. On top of this wonderful scenary, the weather here is spectacular. Summer is warm enough to have a wine country, but winter is cold enough to have skiing only a thiry minute drive up the mountain. It really is paradise, and if true to my kiwi friends, I would never send this paragraph to anyone. They like for it to be a secret.
So, what are the Handrons experimenting with in this land of adrenaline rushes? Well, we have been seeing a movie every night at Dorothy Browns cinema. This art house theater is at the other end of town from where we are staying, which means it is a five or six minute walk door to door from our cottage. To find the theater you have to walk between our favoriate restaurant, Saffron, and the town pub, the Blue Door, which is a semi-underground cave of a pub totally lit with candleight. At the end of this little tiny alley is the stairs up to the theater, where you grab your glass of wine, maybe a cheeseboard full of cheese and crackers if you are hungry, then find your leather cushions and comforters to settle in for the movie. Since we started coming here they have added a second theater- "the den". If you get to the den movie early (say ten minutes before showtime) you get the best seat... the velvet couch in the backrow. Otherwise you get a living room side chair or recliner. We saw Atonement last night and Evening the night before. Our idea of an adrenaline rush.
We are on our final three days here so we are doling out the places we go to make sure we hit each of our favorites before we leave. Today was lunch at the Gibbston winery. Monday night will be dinner at Saffron again.
Lest you think that all we do is sleep and eat, I have photos to prove we have been out on nature walks. It is too hot to walk in the sun, even with our super duper Australian leather hats, so we have been walking along the river bed in the shade of the trees. The lupines are in bloom and the trees create the most peaceful shade. It just begs for taking it slow and finding a spot to curl up for a nap. Adventure walking at its best.
Thanks to all of you who sent notes to Mike about EJ. He really appreciates it. I think I am going to sign off now. It is 4:00 in the afternoon, which means it is time to swing from the trees soon (also referred to as hammock time). Later,
Deanne
Wednesday, December 5, 2007
Sorry to hear about all that Rain
We heard about the rain hitting the Northwest from sister-in-law, Maryann, so we checked it out on the Seattle Times website. Amazing. Interstate 5, the major West Coast transportation line is closed for five days! Sounds miserable, and the photos of people evacuating their homes are compelling. We just watched a special on the drought in the Southwest, with entire lakes drying up, and police patrols making sure no one is watering their lawns. Whoever doubts global warming must wonder why the two days with most rain in recorded history in Seattle have happened in the past five years while droughts in the Southwest reach historic records.
In the meantime, New Zealand weather is outstanding once again. We packed up our apartment by 9:30 this morning, then walked into town (around the corner, really) where we sat in the bank branch office that is bank business in the right hand side of the office, and cafe on the left side. We have seen Starbucks share an open lobby with Wells Fargo in the ground floor of my former office building, but never have we seen a small tourist town bank branch office that looked like a cafe on one side with smailing tellers facing you while you sit in the center of the office at small tables and chairs. Very cozy. Very kiwi. Mike's favorite savory muffins are baked by a bakery that only sells to cafes; one a drive away and this one in the bank office. Once we found that out, we found a new place for breakfast. Most days are oatmeal in our own kitchen, but today we had to move out so we had breakfast on the town, or in th bank to be more precise.
Yesterday we sat in Starbucks for an hour because I had to upload photos and the only way to use my computer was finding wifi somewhere. It worked great (to all you Starbucks sharholders out there- the wifi offering does encourage visiting when you are on the road) but was expensive. To give you an idea- one hour in a Starbucks is $10 NZD, or $7.80 US. In an internet cafe, using their computers, we can get 5 hours for $12. We have a little piece of paper recording out time usage, and each time we return they dock our remaining time and record it on our little piece of paper. Much cheaper.
Mike just received word, while I am writing, that his nephew, EJ passed away shortly ago. Mike has been communicating with family members about his nephew's illness for the past few weeks and has been feeling pretty low. It is always such a tragedy to lose a family member, particularly the younger members of the family who we all hope will outlive us until their old age. To all the members of the Handron family, our prayers and thoughts are with you.
On that note, I am signing off for a bit. Write to you later.
Deanne
In the meantime, New Zealand weather is outstanding once again. We packed up our apartment by 9:30 this morning, then walked into town (around the corner, really) where we sat in the bank branch office that is bank business in the right hand side of the office, and cafe on the left side. We have seen Starbucks share an open lobby with Wells Fargo in the ground floor of my former office building, but never have we seen a small tourist town bank branch office that looked like a cafe on one side with smailing tellers facing you while you sit in the center of the office at small tables and chairs. Very cozy. Very kiwi. Mike's favorite savory muffins are baked by a bakery that only sells to cafes; one a drive away and this one in the bank office. Once we found that out, we found a new place for breakfast. Most days are oatmeal in our own kitchen, but today we had to move out so we had breakfast on the town, or in th bank to be more precise.
Yesterday we sat in Starbucks for an hour because I had to upload photos and the only way to use my computer was finding wifi somewhere. It worked great (to all you Starbucks sharholders out there- the wifi offering does encourage visiting when you are on the road) but was expensive. To give you an idea- one hour in a Starbucks is $10 NZD, or $7.80 US. In an internet cafe, using their computers, we can get 5 hours for $12. We have a little piece of paper recording out time usage, and each time we return they dock our remaining time and record it on our little piece of paper. Much cheaper.
Mike just received word, while I am writing, that his nephew, EJ passed away shortly ago. Mike has been communicating with family members about his nephew's illness for the past few weeks and has been feeling pretty low. It is always such a tragedy to lose a family member, particularly the younger members of the family who we all hope will outlive us until their old age. To all the members of the Handron family, our prayers and thoughts are with you.
On that note, I am signing off for a bit. Write to you later.
Deanne
Tuesday, December 4, 2007
More on "those Hairy Hemi-Halos"
I thought for sure I would hear about the typo misnaming the prostate as prostrate. I confess, I do know the difference, but my fingers missed it.
Last column I promised more on the Mustache drive. I borrowed the title, "those hairy hemi-halos" from the newspaper in which an entire editorial was devoted to "Movember", the official name for the charity event. In fact, if you look at the website you can read all about it. Check out, http://www.movember.com/ for an introduction. Even Wikipedia knows about it. I was surprised to find out how big it is here in New Zealand and in Australia where it was started.
We were watching a morning news show while we were eating our oatmeal (yes, it is not all chocolate and wine) and one of the male hosts was talking about Movember, referring to it as the charity drive to raise funds for breast cancer. The female host swooped in and corrected him, saying, oops, he meant prostate cancer but he can't keep the body parts straight. It was funny.
Sigourney Weaver was in New Zealand for the past month filming a new movie. When the newspaper interviewed her, she mentioned the obvious facial hairiness of the men here. That was headline news. We heard her quotes over and over. The editorial in front of me says, "when the star of Gorillas in the Mist does such a double-take at the hairiness of the menfolk in our midst, it may be an indication that things have gotten a little out of hand". Spoilsport.
Tomorrow we make our final move. We spend our last New Zealand week in a cottage in Arrowstown. You can see it by searching Google for Pittaway Cottage in Arrowtown. We leave here on the 11th, spend one night in Auckland (to make our 7:00 am flight out), then leave for Melbourne, then LAX. It is over 24 hours travel time. Thankfully we have a nice rest in Southern California with my mother for a few days then on to Bellingham for holidays with the kids. Caitie will be home on the 15th and we are all excited to have her back after a semester in Italy.
Another wonderful day in Queenstown. We had a terrific lunch out near the original bungy jumping spot in the world. Sat under an umbrella to fend off the strong sun, although we were cooled by soft breezes and accompanied by the sound of the waterfall across on the other side of the gorge and the river rushing at the bottom of the gorge. Sure is nice.
Love to everyone,
Deanne
Last column I promised more on the Mustache drive. I borrowed the title, "those hairy hemi-halos" from the newspaper in which an entire editorial was devoted to "Movember", the official name for the charity event. In fact, if you look at the website you can read all about it. Check out, http://www.movember.com/ for an introduction. Even Wikipedia knows about it. I was surprised to find out how big it is here in New Zealand and in Australia where it was started.
We were watching a morning news show while we were eating our oatmeal (yes, it is not all chocolate and wine) and one of the male hosts was talking about Movember, referring to it as the charity drive to raise funds for breast cancer. The female host swooped in and corrected him, saying, oops, he meant prostate cancer but he can't keep the body parts straight. It was funny.
Sigourney Weaver was in New Zealand for the past month filming a new movie. When the newspaper interviewed her, she mentioned the obvious facial hairiness of the men here. That was headline news. We heard her quotes over and over. The editorial in front of me says, "when the star of Gorillas in the Mist does such a double-take at the hairiness of the menfolk in our midst, it may be an indication that things have gotten a little out of hand". Spoilsport.
Tomorrow we make our final move. We spend our last New Zealand week in a cottage in Arrowstown. You can see it by searching Google for Pittaway Cottage in Arrowtown. We leave here on the 11th, spend one night in Auckland (to make our 7:00 am flight out), then leave for Melbourne, then LAX. It is over 24 hours travel time. Thankfully we have a nice rest in Southern California with my mother for a few days then on to Bellingham for holidays with the kids. Caitie will be home on the 15th and we are all excited to have her back after a semester in Italy.
Another wonderful day in Queenstown. We had a terrific lunch out near the original bungy jumping spot in the world. Sat under an umbrella to fend off the strong sun, although we were cooled by soft breezes and accompanied by the sound of the waterfall across on the other side of the gorge and the river rushing at the bottom of the gorge. Sure is nice.
Love to everyone,
Deanne
Monday, December 3, 2007
anniversary celebration and 'staches for prostrates
We agreed that this trip counts an entire year's worth of gifts to each other, so we are not exchanging anything on the anniversary, brithdays, Christmas, etc. Each day we are on this fantastic trip seems like a gift. Last night we went out to dinner to celebrate and our favorite restaurant, Saffrons, bought us dessert. So we ended up with gifts anyway. We had wondered into a winery at lunch and ordered wines with out lunch. The waiter forgot to bring our wines for about a half hour (no one is in a hurry around here, so it took awhile to bring it to his attention). He felt bad so he bought our drinks. And he rounded off the price of our meals (NZ$ 26 and 27 earned a round total of $50). So, we scored all around. It was our lucky day.
Now, you are probably wondering about my title. What does she mean, "staches for Prostates? New Zealand has a wonderful tradition during the month of November. Men get sponsors to pledge contributions, then they grow facial hair to collect money for prostate research and treatment. There are lots of fun ways to earn money, like company wide competitions, with prizes for the best mustache and the best fund raising. Everyone posts a photo of themselves hairless on November 1,then a progress report on the 15th, and the final on November 30. It is a big deal. The television personalities all grow hair, then they talk about each other's look all month. They make jokes about the pale people that have funny facial hair. I am at the internet cafe right now without the notes I have been making about this competition, so next column I will share some of the coments from the newspapers, etc. Stay tuned for more on 'Staches for prostates.
Over and out, but back tomorrow,
Deanne
Now, you are probably wondering about my title. What does she mean, "staches for Prostates? New Zealand has a wonderful tradition during the month of November. Men get sponsors to pledge contributions, then they grow facial hair to collect money for prostate research and treatment. There are lots of fun ways to earn money, like company wide competitions, with prizes for the best mustache and the best fund raising. Everyone posts a photo of themselves hairless on November 1,then a progress report on the 15th, and the final on November 30. It is a big deal. The television personalities all grow hair, then they talk about each other's look all month. They make jokes about the pale people that have funny facial hair. I am at the internet cafe right now without the notes I have been making about this competition, so next column I will share some of the coments from the newspapers, etc. Stay tuned for more on 'Staches for prostates.
Over and out, but back tomorrow,
Deanne
Sunday, December 2, 2007
Time to change the Intro
Today is December 3rd in New Zealand, so we are celebrating our 24th wedding anniversary. It is amazing to remember back to that rainy, windy night 24 years ago when we were married in Montara, California. It was horrible weather that knocked the power out of our home for the twenty hours preceding our wedding, closed the Golden Gate bridge blocking access for our most Northern located friends, and gave me the worst case of frizzies possible (no hairdryers and wet weather are a bad combination). Nevertheless, the bride-of-Frankenstein-lookalike and the young (well, 39 isn't that old)prince were married in a candlelight ceremony in our stormy little beach house.
We have been celebrating by thoroughly enjoying our gorgeous day in Queenstown. We drove out to the airport this morning to find a new cafe run by our favorite cafe owner who's old cafe has gone downhill in his absence. Mike is a giant fan of his savory muffins which we have never found anywhere else. Unlike sweet muffins which we also have at home, savory muffins are full of vegetables and are more like corn muffins that sweet muffins. Everyday is a different flavor, today being capsicum (red or green bell pepper) and tomato. A muffin and a latte bowl (big latte served in a bowl rather than a cup) makes a wonderful breakfast.
Since we were in the neighborhood, we went for a walk along the less developed edge of Lake Wakatipu, the lake the Queenstown sits beside. After a nice walk we drove out to the Gibbston valley and had lunch at Waitipiri winery. Lightly cooked tuna (me) and a chicken salad (Mike) sitting under an umbrella beside a 100 year old church converted into a winery, surrounded by vineyards and mountains on a warm, sunny day. Heaven.
Mike is enjoying a nap while I leave you all this note. We have to build up our energy for a night on the town to celebrate. 24 years is a long time and we are building up our endurance for the next 24.
We have been celebrating by thoroughly enjoying our gorgeous day in Queenstown. We drove out to the airport this morning to find a new cafe run by our favorite cafe owner who's old cafe has gone downhill in his absence. Mike is a giant fan of his savory muffins which we have never found anywhere else. Unlike sweet muffins which we also have at home, savory muffins are full of vegetables and are more like corn muffins that sweet muffins. Everyday is a different flavor, today being capsicum (red or green bell pepper) and tomato. A muffin and a latte bowl (big latte served in a bowl rather than a cup) makes a wonderful breakfast.
Since we were in the neighborhood, we went for a walk along the less developed edge of Lake Wakatipu, the lake the Queenstown sits beside. After a nice walk we drove out to the Gibbston valley and had lunch at Waitipiri winery. Lightly cooked tuna (me) and a chicken salad (Mike) sitting under an umbrella beside a 100 year old church converted into a winery, surrounded by vineyards and mountains on a warm, sunny day. Heaven.
Mike is enjoying a nap while I leave you all this note. We have to build up our energy for a night on the town to celebrate. 24 years is a long time and we are building up our endurance for the next 24.
Saturday, December 1, 2007
Audience feedback
You are a shy blog audience! For whatever reason, you are not commenting on the blog, but sending your messages to us on e-mail. We will summarize them here for everyone to see, but leave them anonymous for those of you that are either shy, desirous of confidentiality or eluding the police.
One of Mike's long time friends (yes, there are people who have been his friend for forty plus years) has a family friend that works in satellite TV and volunteered to transmit footage of us attending the NZ Open Golf tournament to any of you silly enough to watch a New Zealand golf tournament at 1:00 in the morning. He usually weighs in with messages of disbelief when I write something particularly nice about my wonderful husband. Mike went to Bishop Gibbons high school class of '62, and thanks to the internet these old geezers (that ought to get some comments) have reconnected. They send each other outrageous jokes (many of which Mike censors out before showing me) and funny stories. We love to hear from them.
One of our sisters (you all know Mike is one of many boys, but most of them married and we can count the wives in this group; and I have three sisters) writes several times a week with suggestions of places to visit based on her travels. She is the source of great advice about food. In fact, based on the feedback we get, there are probably a number of foodies in the audience. Or maybe since that is what I write about that is what you comment on. Hummm.
We have one audience member that we met on this trip and has become an e-mail pen pal. We like her a lot and are glad to get nice notes from her. I suppose we ought to wonder why we don't have more "new" friends met on this trip writing to us. Hmmm.
Some of you that write to us are Mike's friends from the Chopra group and some are former students of his. This group is very tight knit and supportive and we really appreciate hearing from such busy people. They even send nice comments to me about the blog for which I am very grateful.
I have a few friends of my own that send nice notes to us. Considering that they are triathletes, consultants and generally busy people, we love hearing from them. Eric is the only one of my former colleagues that dares to leave his name on the blog comments...Brave man.
We left our blog address with our houseboat neighbors and the folks renting our house. They send us comments on our blog and updates on the neighborhood. It is hard to be sympathetic when we hear about the weather. Those rainy windy days sound so remote when you are sitting on a deck eating your dinner watching the sun go down on a balmy evening.
My dear Aunt and her husband follow the blog and send us notes and advice. I love my Uncle and Auntie and feel closer to them than ever based on their wonderful notes. Our travels have provided us an entire new way to communicate.
The comments you see on the blog are usually from the not shy family members- sisters Sue, Leanne and Jaye. Children - Dana, Mike and Megan. Some of the other children read the blog and send notes once in awhile. Then of course, there is that son that bragged he graduated high school without reading a book (or blog either based on his nonexistent correspondence)- thankfully he has a girlfriend that checks in or we would never know how he is doing.
To all of you following us, our deepest thanks. Having you all out there being part of our trip makes it even more special. With love,
Deanne and Mike
One of Mike's long time friends (yes, there are people who have been his friend for forty plus years) has a family friend that works in satellite TV and volunteered to transmit footage of us attending the NZ Open Golf tournament to any of you silly enough to watch a New Zealand golf tournament at 1:00 in the morning. He usually weighs in with messages of disbelief when I write something particularly nice about my wonderful husband. Mike went to Bishop Gibbons high school class of '62, and thanks to the internet these old geezers (that ought to get some comments) have reconnected. They send each other outrageous jokes (many of which Mike censors out before showing me) and funny stories. We love to hear from them.
One of our sisters (you all know Mike is one of many boys, but most of them married and we can count the wives in this group; and I have three sisters) writes several times a week with suggestions of places to visit based on her travels. She is the source of great advice about food. In fact, based on the feedback we get, there are probably a number of foodies in the audience. Or maybe since that is what I write about that is what you comment on. Hummm.
We have one audience member that we met on this trip and has become an e-mail pen pal. We like her a lot and are glad to get nice notes from her. I suppose we ought to wonder why we don't have more "new" friends met on this trip writing to us. Hmmm.
Some of you that write to us are Mike's friends from the Chopra group and some are former students of his. This group is very tight knit and supportive and we really appreciate hearing from such busy people. They even send nice comments to me about the blog for which I am very grateful.
I have a few friends of my own that send nice notes to us. Considering that they are triathletes, consultants and generally busy people, we love hearing from them. Eric is the only one of my former colleagues that dares to leave his name on the blog comments...Brave man.
We left our blog address with our houseboat neighbors and the folks renting our house. They send us comments on our blog and updates on the neighborhood. It is hard to be sympathetic when we hear about the weather. Those rainy windy days sound so remote when you are sitting on a deck eating your dinner watching the sun go down on a balmy evening.
My dear Aunt and her husband follow the blog and send us notes and advice. I love my Uncle and Auntie and feel closer to them than ever based on their wonderful notes. Our travels have provided us an entire new way to communicate.
The comments you see on the blog are usually from the not shy family members- sisters Sue, Leanne and Jaye. Children - Dana, Mike and Megan. Some of the other children read the blog and send notes once in awhile. Then of course, there is that son that bragged he graduated high school without reading a book (or blog either based on his nonexistent correspondence)- thankfully he has a girlfriend that checks in or we would never know how he is doing.
To all of you following us, our deepest thanks. Having you all out there being part of our trip makes it even more special. With love,
Deanne and Mike
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