Home is where the heart is…We think

Being on the road for four months you spend more time on the phone with your family then you ever did before. It seems they are more interested in what you are doing now that you are living in an RV and traveling through North America. I guess it makes sense.

However, talking on the phone or face-timing is not the same as a face to face visit. That is why we decided to take a break from our travels and fly from San Francisco back to DC. We left Rhonda in good hands with Zach and Tori Allera in San Francisco and headed back.

It was well worth it. We got great home cooked meals from my mom, heated conversations about the Richie Incognito bullying case, and got to play with the new dog when he wasn’t napping.

"Let me sleep in peace."
“Let me sleep in peace.”

Yet there is something even more fun to do. Vanessa and I love playing with our nieces and nephews. We are always very gentle with them and deeply concerned about their safety.

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When my niece mistakenly whacked my nephew with a broom while trying to whack me, it was all in the spirit of fun and games. And when my nephews needed to be carried back to their car after a flag football game I was there to help.

"Quit whining and get in the damn car."
“Quit whining and get in the damn car.”
"Come here buddy.  I won't hurt you."
“Come here buddy. I won’t hurt you.”

Vanessa and I are actually pretty lucky. Some people would probably dread coming back home to hang with their parents and siblings, but it’s actually very entertaining and always a good time.

So, it seems home is where the heart is.

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Niagara Falls…Where the World Comes Together

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Ever wondered what the world would be like if one family from every nation came and hung out in the same spot?  Welcome to Niagara Falls!

Maybe it’s the sheer power of Niagara Falls.  The force of all that water is mesmerizing and maybe it pulls people from all corners of the globe.  It forces us to all come together and get along.  We all have to wait in lines together, sit patiently while three other families take a picture of the falls before you can.  You must navigate through crowds of people, all different from you, yet in the end, all so much alike. 
Black, Brown, White.  Dressed in t-shirts, Burkas, and turbans.  Short, tall, skinny, fat.
They are all at Niagara Falls to spend time with what is likely the most important thing to 99% of the world, their families. 

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We must have heard kids running around speaking 30 different languages, yet we could all infer what they were feeling from their childish giggles.  The man in the turban held his wife’s hand and the woman in the burka laughed at what I suspect was her father’s off-color joke.  The world was on display and at it’s finest at Niagara Falls. 

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Despite the waters rushing violently in the background, it was as peaceful a day as I can remember.  It made for one of the best birthdays I have ever had.

And it was all topped off when we got back to the parking lot in which Rhonda was resting.  We had not eaten dinner, and we noticed several tents with what must have been 70 people celebrating Caribbean Fest, a huge party in Toronto.  The smell of jerked chicken was unmistakable and I wandered over to see what they were doing.  Two seconds later Vanessa and I had two platefuls of chicken, beef, corn, and whatever else they offered.  It was amazing. 

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