Checking Off The Bucket List

Yes, I have a bucket list. And the number one adventure on it now has a big fat check mark next to it! Last year my middle child (and mini-me) invited me to join her on a pilgrimage to Lourdes AND the Camino to Santiago. Dear Husband was on board (after a pep talk from the kiddos) and my Mom offered to help with the boys. Can't get any better than that! We left the end of April and returned the beginning of May. Fifteen days of heaven on earth!

Drinking the water was far more enjoyable than bathing in it. Teeth chattering experience.

Shell for my Shelz

Irish girl on the far right, carrying my sleeping bag- long story and inside joke, but it was her "penance" for sending her gear ahead on a taxi. (She wrestled it out of my hands at our last cafe stop).

Santiago de Compostela Cathedral

Compostela in hand!

So hold onto it, mama! I'm such a clutz.

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Wanderlust

Wouldn't it be fabulous if home educators could receive the same tax payer funding as the public school system? With that kind of money per child, we could go to Egypt, Greece, and Rome while studying Ancient Civilizations. Since it was always more of a daydream than a possibility, we visited those places in our imagination with the help of living books (lots and lots of books) and internet resources. It definitely spurred a wanderlust in all of my children. I think they also an inherited the travel gene from my Dad's side of the family. As a teenager, his father took an unexpected journey as a stowaway on a slow boat to China (literally), which in a VERY roundabout way led to a career in Aruba, where my father was born. As an adult, my dad joined the military and raised his family across the USA, with 4 year stint in Okinawa. Last count I had attended 16 different schools before finishing high school. Don't ask me to recreate that count. My memory isn't what it u...

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Opening Day at Two Fun Camps

After a whirlwind tour of some of Carolina's most beautiful waterfalls, we packed up the teens for a month long stay at Camps Kahdalea and Chosatonga. Dear son was up with the sunrise, so I brought him to the boys' camp first. The counselors had just gathered for breakfast when he surprised them by arriving so early. Luckily his cabin counselor is a friend of the family, and very understanding. Once he picked his bunk and gave his brother a quick tour, we said an unceremonial good-bye.No hugs, no mushy stuff, just "See ya." Then I was off to get the girls moving for opening day at Kahdalea. When we entered Kahdalea, it was like entering the Shire. We were greeted by a babbling brook Passed a vine covered gazebo And fully expected to see Pippin and Meri peak out of this tree, which could walk away at any moment. The girls were especially excited when they were greeted by cheering counselors, like Dear Daughter. Th...

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