Moseying
The French call one who wanders from place to place with out any apparent home a vagabond. I like the sound of that better than the English version: hobo, dawdler, loiterer or bum. Although we had closed up our home in Alabama, and put our jobs on hold for six months, I don’t believe we could call ourselves card-carrying Vagabonds. Though we didn’t always know where we were going, we always knew where we would eventually end up.

If we have to be ‘labeled,’ I almost prefer ‘hobo’ over ‘tourist.’ It was never our intention to merely be sightseers. We lollygagged ourselves into places the normal tourist probably wouldn’t have chosen, not necessarily just to see or photograph highlights, but to actually meet the people who carved out their homes in those communities and hear their stories.

We talked to strangers – which is a lot easier to do when you carry your bag of funny kids who don’t mind chiming in. The kindness of the Southeast Asian people had spoiled our family, but made us each more resilient to any curt Parisian responses. And it’s a great lesson to teach your kids that: everyday is not a great day to everyone. Dr. Seuss said: “Be who you are and say what you feel, because those who mind don’t matter and those who matter don’t mind.”
And when we ran out of people to talk to, we could always rely on our ‘fellow moseyers,’ built-in buddies.
Dawn


Teachers! They are the ones that walk beside us, behind us, and in front of us leading the way, so that one day they will step into our shoes and be the teachers.
The boys seemed to sense the reverence of these war memorials in Poland and Germany, and were certainly affected deeply by the remnants of luggage, shoes and clothing left behind. But I wonder if anything touched them as deeply as the talk their father gave them about the concentration camp introductions? (check out Youtube.com and our facebook today for the video)
Make history come alive for your child. It takes time. It takes creativity. It takes knowledge. It takes love. Be a teacher.


Our cameraman takes a shot most memorable to our family at the ‘Memorial to the Murdered Jews of Europe’
Looking back over my photographs of Germany, I detected a pattern with my family: everyone seemed a bit more relaxed in the photos. Friendship flowed among them (more easily than Freundschaftsbezeugung flowed off my tongue!) My boys adapted beautifully to each new experience and country we visited; I’m just saying, the pace seemed more relaxed here.
Could it be because we loved the German people? We say “Ja” but with the German pronounciation “Yah”.
We are the Happy Hirn-Germs!
“My other car is a . . cruise ship” the bumper sticker on the car in front of me read. Remembering our last cruise made me laugh out loud:
In Dubai, this is the norm rather than the exception. For me, it’s the opposite!
Years ago, Ron and I rented a Westfalia in Germany (remember Shaggy and Scooby-Doo’s Scooby-mobile? Add a pop-up top and you’ve got it.) We weren’t concerned about luxury camping. We had found camping across Europe to be one of the cheapest ways to go, a great way to meet people and easy to find a space for the night. There are no Walmarts in Germany, but almost everyone holds the Walmart Policy: “Park here for the night!”


Red and yellow, black and white, they are precious in His sight, Jesus loves the little children of the world. 
True, the geographical size of Texas is massive. You can check it out on MAPfrappe.com, which allows you to place her borders over any other geographic location in the world. But unless you get up close and personal and compare one thing with another, it is difficult to determine size.

Never let fear of the unknown stop you from going to one of the most beautiful places on earth. Do your homework before you go. And when it comes to South Africa, see it by day. Make up your own scary stories at night!