I’d like to announce that we arrived for our (almost) three month sabbatical with – three children, three carseats, two suitcases, two carryons, and a partridge in a pear tree.
Here we are in Japan after 20 hours of traveling, one poopy (executed, of course, right when we began taxiing towards the runway – so we had to sit, and sit, and sit, in it), one bowl of ramen, one visit with my cousin-in-law in the Portland airport, one purchase of non-spill sippy cups, four lame movies, and a partridge in a pear tree.
So now we’re here. Blessedly. And already our horizons are expanding under the influence of the wide open possibilities of a sabbatical. A Sabbath.