Trading squirrels for iguanas...

July 12--that's the day I left my "stateside" life behind. It's one of those dates that sticks in the mind--anniversaries of life-altering events. The house sold, our belongings in a shipping container (somewhere but not altogether sure where), and the kids chillin' with grandpa for a couple more weeks in civilization--we drugged the dog, stuffed her in a carry-on bag and got on a plane that would take us South...16 degrees to be exact...to the next adventure in our lives.

Nobody could have adequately prepared us for what was ahead...and our adventure continues...