All the Places Called Home

When Tom and I travel on our sabbaticals we are often incognito. It's not like we have anything to hide but we are usually off the beaten path and nobody knows us. And, we like it that way. I do have to mention that we once met a guy from Kingsburg  while we were in Zimbabwe which confirms our belief that this really is a small world. This trip has been different for us because we have seen so many people that we know…and it was all intentional.

We began our trip with a visit to our daughter Amy and her family.

We had a lovely time with them (too short) and then were off to visit friends of ours in Napa. It was lovely being in the hillside home of our friends Terry and Cindy Stigall on the outskirts of Napa. After much spoiling from them we were off for a while on our own. Soon we were at the doorstep of our daughter Crystal

who entertained, walked with us, and patiently waited for us as we shopped Portland and enjoyed the benefits of tax free spending. She packed us up with goodies and soon we were off to see Tom's brother Bob. Bob and his wife Carol drove us to Tillamook where we lunched on wonderful fish and then drove  us up the coast to Astoria.

From there we spent some in our log cabin and then travelled up to visit our dear friends Corey and Casara and their family where we stayed with them in their renovated coastal home on Whitby Island.

One of the hardest things for me when we travel is being away from family. I am thankful for the many faces and places of family and for the tender care given to us as we have passed your way. Home is the place where family comes together and so we are thankful for those places called home. We look forward to the next time we are together again.