Continents

The Papua New Guinea Post Courier had an article that caught my eye. It was titled “Do Not Have Sex! Jail Boss Tells Female Officers to Stop Having Sexual Intercourse with Prisoners”. But honestly, what prison situation would cause the female guards to forego their coffee break for a little copulation?

An enormous pothole formed in the middle of a busy street. Deep enough that when it rained, the hole filled with water. Enough water that children used it as a swimming pool. That is until a crocodile decided to commandeer and reside in the children’s street pool. The national Papua New Guinea newspaper Post Courier extolled the importance to refrain from sex and avoid potholes inhabited by crocodiles on rainy days.

Champagne was served immediately upon boarding the Sydney flight. Basically, I felt as out of place as a thief at church. Pepper’s short self sat in his own type of business class, economy class. Two ways to fly to Papua New Guinea.

This time we decided to travel internationally with both kids to Belize. A week to recharge our batteries from the school year on the island of Caye Caulker and live out their motto, “Go Slow”.

Two years ago, teachers and I bounced around northeastern Spain with twenty something teenagers. It was so much fun the first time, we decided to do it again with another group. The cold, wet, nippy weather followed us from Omaha to London, and then jumped on the plane to Barcelona.

A London stop was added to the itinerary which meant dividing one long haul flight into shorter, more manageable flights. Ultimately, it would result in less debilitating jet lag. Also, a full day in London meant a chance to see the British Royal Jewels, ride the Underground, the London Tower, and gain a CliffsNotes feel for the Old Smoke.

Seeing a new expression from a one year old is amazing. For someone who studies languages and language acquisition, seeing this child…