When I was fifteen years old and still living in Ontario, my parents would not let me go to a boarding school in Michigan that I oh-so-much wanted to attend. I begged and pleaded and presented all of the convincing reasons (they knew, of course, that it was mostly about a boy), (more…)
Robert went to Spain in May for ten days to see if we could get our kids into an Adventist Christian school. Because it’s subsidized by the Spanish government, we couldn’t just pay tuition and enroll them.
This is what we did: (more…)
I woke up and it felt like race day: your heart beats faster, you lose your appetite, you leap out of bed. Only twelve days until we leave for a twelve month adventure in Spain. Our list in Google Docs is four pages long (11-pt. font).
These are the things I’m excited about: the beach (more…)