We returned home last night after a very fast 3-day trip to the UK. Paul has been offered a job about an hour north of London, and we're deciding whether to move the family to the UK for a three-year posting. This was not a vacation. This was a recon mission.
In many ways the decision to live overseas is a no-brainer. Most people never get an opportunity for this kind of adventure and cultural look-see. Why go to NYC on the weekend when you c
In other ways, it's like plotting a trip to the moon. We enjoy a very comfortable home, a lovely, full community that offers us anything we want, and the support of good friends and lovin
So we embarked on a trip to suss it out. We rented a car and we drove and drove
We stayed two nights at the Talbot hotel in the stone village of Oundle. It is said to be haunted by Mary Queen of Scots - the staircase she descended to her execution is in the lobby. And drank ale in pubs many hundreds of years older than our own country. Any trip to Europe is exhilarating. This one was that, and a little scary too. As we flew out of Heathrow yesterday morning, I could not help but wonder when we'd be back and for how long.
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