"We must hurry!  There is so much time and so little to do!" 
- Willy Wonka


Steve

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"Hear me now!”  I am the Dad. First off, the house on wheels in Frankfurt must have an iPod plug-in so we can listen to Green Day. Yes, I know, no need to stress, the Grateful Dead will be allowed on special occasions for inspiration and meditative thought.  In the event I start singing along and break out into whirling and twirling in public, my family has been instructed to deny knowing me and to take the money and run. I trust Teri can drive a stick…

Second, I am taking my computer to document this extravaganza.  Maybe, just maybe, I will write about it someday in the event anyone out there gets the same crazy notion to “head into unchartered waters” or as I see it to “set sail with the winds of change”.  Either way, it is time to leave port. And travel at a snails pace...

Teri

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“I don't have a quote for the website Can't you see I a busy?”  I am the Mom and at the moment I have way too much to do and cannot begin to focus on this.  Adele is going to be at the bus stop in twenty minutes, Vince needs to be picked up prior to getting Adele then both need to be dropped off at the house so they can have piano lessons, while I go shopping, then I need to come back home to pack for the trip around the world, oh, I also need to clean out all the closets, pack everything into storage, sell the house (or rent it if we can’t sell it), plan Africa (somehow I got Africa to plan, sure Steve get’s Europe but Europe is easy compared to Africa!), and on and on and on…

Adele

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“Are we there yet?”  I am eight years old and I have decided to turn nine at the opera house in Sydney.  Cool.  Actually, my Mom and Dad decided to take me along so I have to miss third grade and get home schooled. Not so cool.  Dad says this will be great, “we can get up early everyday and study!” Whatever. 

 I do have an iPad, iPod, a Nintendo DS and a stack of stuff to keep me busy.  The house on wheels has plugs so I can charge up and stay connected! I should be good to go all the way to Italy...  


Vincent

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“I know, let’s watch Dora the Explorer!” Three and a half is the perfect age to travel.  Really.  Who cares if I am totally confused about where we live and why we keep driving around in a house on wheels? No worries, I don’t really know any better.  So say you…

Let’s be honest.  Being three and half is a great gig. I am pretty much in charge. I can take my time and go along at my pace, no need to rush. I sing as loud as you can imagine, where ever and whenever I feel like it.  I laugh when all else fails, cry at the drop of a hat, get mad at Adele for no apparent reason, and mope when necessary.  All in all, I almost always get my way.  Mom says that’s true until you turn four.  July could be a tough month; glad we will be in Norway…