Summer Update

Hi All!

Well we are assuming we have seen most of you. For those of you we didn't, I am sorry. Buzzing around from place to place seems to be our destiny for the next few decades...unless people start coming to us... =D Here's a very BRIEF update to what we've been up to:

The end of school was bittersweet. We really were happy to have a break, but we said good bye to friends and students. Again our principal resigned due to top school management. We try to just teach and not worry too much about the bureaucracies of our school...Ok, enough work talk.

When we left Al Ain, we went to New York City for a brief stopover. We met up with Jamie and Megan (Bruce) and had an amazing time! Chris had never been there, and I hadn't been back since I went there with the Meistersingers in high school. The buzz of the city never ceases to amaze me, and we fell in love with the Brooklyn area. It honestly seemed like a large Athens. We went to all the major tourist activities, walked over 18 miles in two days, and still squeezed in some sleep.


After this, we went to Montana. Mom and Steve took us around Yellowstone and Cody. We met up with Katie, Beth, and I glimpsed Michelle =D. We readjusted to some normality being at our first "home."


We then went to New Concord, Ohio, where my dad lives. It's our second home and always welcoming. We met up with little Logan and Mindi and Shane. We got to see how he's grown since January...making us realize how long we've been gone.

For the last two weeks, we've been in Ireland, touring on a mini-coach with my Dad, Cyndy, Missy, David, Owen, Megs, Colleen, Enid, and Grandma Mimi. The scenery, pubs, people were amazing. The entire time we road in the coach, I had the voice of Yeats running through my mind:

I will arise and go now, and go to Innisfree,
And a small cabin build there, of clay and wattles made;
Nine bean rows will I have there, a hive for the honeybee,
And live alone in the bee-loud glade.

And I shall have some peace there, for peace comes dropping slow,
Dropping from the veils of the morning to where the cricket sings;
There midnight's all a-glimmer, and non a purple glow,
And evening full of the linnet's wings.

I will arise and go now, for always night and day
I hear the water lapping with low sounds by the shore;
While I stand on the roadway, or on the pavements gray,
I hear it in the deep heart's core.

The emerald hills never ceased to amaze us, listening to the traditional music...

Ok, more later.

Love to you.