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A Chock-full July – Our Vario Inspection, Visiting Friends, and Being Tourists in Germany (And Our July 2026 Expenses)

July was one of the busiest months we’ve had in years. Mark and I barely had a moment to breathe. In my last (Vario) post, I mentioned that we finally managed to buy our future overlanding vehicle in the Netherlands.

We are a two-car family!

Our Vario progress

Unfortunately, it wasn’t and won’t be the easiest transition between campers for us, because we found ourselves in a complicated mess here in Europe. In the US, as US residents, the process has always been straightforward for us. We purchased a camper, registered it in one of the states, bought insurance, and were good to go.

Not so in Europe. But we knew this ahead of time, had researched solutions for every curve ball that might come our way (or so we thought!), and set out on our mission to legalize and personalize our 4×4 Mercedes Vario (technically a T2) from the moment we obtained it on July 1st.

First, we bought temporary export plates and insurance in the Netherlands. These would be valid for exactly 14 days. It started the clock and raised our stress levels immediately. Since we wanted to import and register this Vario in Germany—a country notorious for its rules and regulations but the only one where non-European residents can “easily” do this—we had no time to lose. Yet, I still thought we could take care of the entire process within a week and spend the rest of the month visiting friends and sightseeing in Germany. Ha!

Second, after buying motor oil with Duke and getting cash for the next step, the Vario was jump-started and we drove both vehicles to a battery shop, where Mark replaced the two starter batteries. The truck had sat unused for six years in a garage so lots of maintenance was due! Still, we had to prioritize because of our time constraints.

Third, Mark and I drove in tandem to a DIY garage, still in Zeeland, the Netherlands, to change the oil. Since it was our first time working on this truck, things didn’t go exactly as planned, but we did get the job done within our two-hour lift rental.

We did all that on the same day, falling asleep exhausted at a free camping spot in an industrial zone. This would become the norm. Since the Vario box didn’t have locks yet, we parked both campers facing each other’s doors. Not that there was anything to steal yet in our six-year-old-brand-new habitat box.

Our first night with the Vario, which didn’t have locks yet.

The following day, Mark, Maya, and I drove in convoy to Much, Germany, which would become our base for the time being. With lots of traffic and everything being new to us (including a fuel gauge showing “empty” which was confirmed), it was another stressful day. We had to discuss a few things with our builder, Mirko, and he was leaving at 1pm. Needless to say, we felt rushed.

I won’t report in too much detail what happened next, but suffice it to say that preparing our Vario to pass the German TÜV inspection—which, fortunately, was located across the street from Mirko’s workshop—did not take five days. We had to cancel seeing our first set of friends and delay visiting our second set.

Mirko was super helpful and generous, letting us borrow all his tools, giving us the keys to his workshop after hours, and allowing us to use electricity, potable water, and the bathroom facilities whenever we needed. What an angel!

Mark and I recalibrated the odometer (because the truck had been changed from dual rear wheels to single ones, changing the rotation ratio), bought and installed locks on the box, ran to the hardware store, spent hours on Amazon.de ordering parts and tools, and started getting the truck ready for inspection, based on what we knew. Mirko’s employee, Darius, installed a cooktop.

I discovered the backup lights didn’t work. The hood of the truck got stuck. It took two days to force it open and gain access to the front of the engine again. Then the driver’s door acted up. Every time we solved one issue, another showed up, and we felt like we were drowning. That’s what happens when a vehicle sits unused for years.

The first TÜV inspection failed. This was a surprise after the good news we had received during the preliminary check. More work, more ordering, more money, more hot weather, more sweating, more stress, more restless nights.

Here is how Duke and our 4×4 Vario compare, since many people asked. Duke is about the same length (including the bike rack), about 10cm wider than the Vario, and about 40cm lower. It’s hard to tell from photos:

The highlight of that first week was a social evening with Mirko and his wife, Kirsten. It consisted of good food, great conversation, and wonderful company. And we enjoyed a Sunday off in the countryside!

After the failed inspection, it was back to the drawing board, sometimes literally, since all of a sudden, we needed to add items to the Vario that we hadn’t expected and that required planning the roof space—something we had hoped to do in phase two of the conversion. Phase one was supposed to be straightforward: get the Vario approved as a motorhome in Germany.

We had exactly one week left to do the following:

– improve the underride protection (somehow the faulty version had passed the Dutch APK inspection, which we’d been suspicious about) so people wouldn’t get crushed under the truck. This is a requirement for trucks.

– buy and install two vents of different sizes: a smaller one in the floor of the box and a bigger one in the roof (which meant cutting our first holes)

– hook up a rear fog light (while finding the correct wire and a dashboard switch that worked)

– buy and install a seat belt for the middle seat in the cab (this one was easy)

– obtain and install two clearance lights at the top of the back wall of the habitat box (less easy!)

– finish our other ongoing projects and paperwork

After five long, sweaty days and uncomfortable, hot nights (plus a weekend in the countryside), we received the wonderful news that our Vario had passed the inspection. This happened on the last day it was legal on the road.

So that evening, we parked it on safe private property, locked it up, and left it there until we return for phase two in a month or so.

The Vario is stored for a few weeks, until we return the end of August.

While waiting for the TÜV inspection report and validation from Stuttgart, we returned to our future home a couple of times to measure everything inside (so we can better plan the new layout) and to cut out the existing (new) toilet, which we sold. This exercise proved how difficult and damaging it would be to remove any furniture already built. Sigh.

We also made a little side trip to Waldbröl to empty and fill Duke’s tanks and to have a look at the town.

Here’s the deal with the Vario we bought: it was built out very professionally and with the highest-quality materials, but only for one person. Plus, the build wasn’t complete, because owner J got into a fight with his builder.

So now we have to – somehow – fit a bigger fridge into the cabinet (through a narrow door or other space), add a little sink to the bathroom, install hoses, wires, systems, and tanks, buy and fit roof hatches, extra windows, an air conditioner, solar panels, and storage boxes, and, most importantly and challengingly, rebuild the dinette and the space underneath plus install a lifting bed that fits two people in the area currently designed for one. And everything I’m forgetting right now.

These projects are planned for September and October, after we take care of all the maintenance on the truck’s engine at the end of August. Here is a video of our Vario habitat box. I’ll make a more-detailed one of the cab and living area once our camper is finished.

Mark, Maya, and I picked up our coveted TÜV paperwork the day before the office closed for three weeks and finally left Much for more fun endeavors. That is, if you don’t count our issues regarding the actual registration and insurance for which we needed this paperwork and which is still ongoing.

Visiting good friends in Murnau

Duke brought our little family to pretty Murnau am Staffelsee in two days, skipping everything of interest along the way. We visited our good friends Sabine, Michael, and dog Sam, who had moved here recently. Their house and garden are gorgeous. The exterior is a place of peace, beauty, and comfort.

The interior looks like a museum, with all their extraordinary photos (taken worldwide by photographer Michael), Sabine’s original pottery creations, and souvenirs collected during decades of overland traveling in Africa, Europe, and the Americas. This is how we met, in Mexico, in 2006, both traveling in RVs before “overlanding” became popular.

Murnau am Staffelsee is a colorful little tourist town bordered by beautiful scenery with several trails and stunning views of the Alps.

Michael showed us his 4×4 Vario, which we toured and from which we happily stole a few ideas.

And Sabine took us to Füssen, the southernmost town on the Romantische Straße. This area in the foothills of the Alps offers pretty views and the famous Neuschwanstein “Disney” Castle. Since we had decided to explore the Romantische Straße next, this was a perfect first glimpse.

The three of us enjoyed four glorious days in the company of our friends with never a dull moment. There were so many stories to share, home-cooked meals to enjoy, fantastic wine to savor, sights to explore, and precious time to spend together.

Sightseeing along the Romantische Straße

When we left Murnau, Mark, Maya, and I had six days left for sightseeing, returning to the little house in Belgium, and dealing with the necessary paperwork for registration.

To our surprise, we thoroughly enjoyed the medieval towns along the Romantische Straße and wish we had had more time. Those attractions deserve their own blog post, which is on my agenda next week.

The iconic view of Rothenburg ob der Tauber

July ended with a couple of family visits, more research and planning, and me dropping Mark off at the train station. He made it back to the US safely for his annual health check-ups and a visit with his family and friends. Maya and I are enjoying our girl time in Berlare at the moment.

Expenses for July 2026

As expected, driving around with two diesel-guzzling vehicles made our fuel cost extremely high. We had to fill the Vario once and top it off before having it weighed during the inspection. And Duke was our car as well as our accommodation, so we had to keep him happily fed.

With prices high again due to the conflict in the Middle East and German fuel stations being allowed to raise their prices every day at noon, it’s almost no surprise we spent more than $800 (!) on fuel. While Americans complain about their high fuel prices, I’d like to see them pay over $10 a gallon because maybe that might help change things. Europe surely is hurting now, and I have a feeling this was part of the strategy behind the conflict all along.

At $359, our grocery bill was average, and dining out for $130 wasn’t too bad either. We had a meal delivered to our camper once, ate small plates at a beer garden, and treated our friend to a pizza lunch.

Maya was suffering from neck and shoulder pain again, just like during that awful time in Chile. We decided to take her to a vet in Belgium to finally confirm that these pains were arthritis related ($46). We also bought more homeopathic medicine (Traumeel), which seems to help ($46). We might keep her on a small daily dose to help reduce her bouts of pain and discomfort. She’s almost 12.

Mark and I bought a bunch of items for Duke, like sprays, toilet chemicals, mats, USB fans, tape, and a fridge thermometer. The total cost was $93. Mark also ordered a few pairs of shorts online ($44), which he is picking up in the US.

After running out of our Belgian propane, we bought a full bottle in Germany. The deposit should be refunded when we leave again, but the gas itself cost about $40, much more than in South America. We will swap the Belgian bottle soon, so we have a backup. We also changed our data plan to a German one and seem to have been billed for two months in July ($30).

We “bought” a German propane tank to have a spare which we can actually fill in this country.

We didn’t spend too much on beer and wine ($57) and tried to keep the costs for postage as low as possible ($24) by arranging as much of the Vario registration paperwork as possible within Germany: receiving documents, printing them, filling them out, making copies ($2), and sending them back via registered mail on the day we crossed the border. We were only partly successful and had to send another envelope from Belgium later.

We finally had time to take care of Duke’s issues, like a fan that was broken.

Mark ordered more toothbrush heads in the US ($21), took a train to Brussels Airport ($18), and fixed the fan in Duke’s dashboard for $12. The entertainment category was low at $13. We visited the grounds of Harburg Castle, and I climbed 340 steps in the church tower of Nördlingen for a fabulous view over the city.

I also spent $5 at a pharmacy, bringing July’s expenses to $1,768. With almost half of that for fuel, there’s not much left to live on. We certainly plan to drive less in August! Luckily, all our nights of camping in July were free!

Here is a breakdown:

  • Car (fuel): $828
  • Groceries: $359
  • Dining out: $130
  • Household: $93
  • Dog (supplies – Traumeel: $46; vet: $46): $92
  • Clothing: $44
  • Utilities (propane: $39; internet: $30; water: $1): $70
  • Alcohol: $57
  • Postage (Vario registration): $24
  • Health & Fitness (toothbrush heads): $21
  • Transportation (Mark’s train ticket): $18
  • Entertainment (Harburg Castle, church tower): $13
  • Camper (fan part): $12
  • Medical: $5
  • Miscellaneous (copies): $2

TOTAL: $1,768

PS: Expenses related to our Vario build-out – actual registration, insurance, taxes, parts, labor – are not part of this report. I might post a separate overview when that camper is finished.

Next up: A whirlwind visit to the fabulous medieval villages of the Romantische Straße in Bavaria, Germany

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Our First Month Back in Belgium – Dog Walks, Family Time, and Research (And Our May 2026 Expenses)

To say Mark, Maya, and I were exhausted after three months of high-intensity sightseeing and traveling in Southwestern Europe is an understatement. When living in our past campers and sailboats, we’d usually do something “interesting” once a week, but during our time in Southwestern Europe this winter, our pace was much higher and we visited sites and attractions about every other day.

Entering Belgium from France

We arrived in Belgium on April 26th, but couldn’t rest yet. My generous cousin lent us her car for a week and after one day of settling into “the little house” of my parents, our trio set off for Germany. The idea had been to check out two empty 4×4 Vario vans, hopefully commit to one, and visit with a van builder. We’d been planning and anticipating this trip for weeks.

(As always, click on or hover over photos in galleries to read their captions.)

I’ll provide more details in the future, but suffice it to say that this effort was a disappointment. The first van (white) was too rusty and in poor shape, the owner of the second van (yellow) was abroad and couldn’t see us, and our chat with the builder was brief because he was super busy after a long weekend. Eventually, someone else beat us to the yellow Vario and bought it on the spot. We found out on our anniversary, which ruined the special evening I had planned.

When we returned to Belgium, it rained for two weeks straight and it felt like winter had come back. We even had to turn the heat on! We do have plenty of computer, admin, and research work to keep us busy, though. And the occasional translation job for me. Plus, as you might have noticed, I’m determined to catch up on all my blog writing.

A nice perk about living in this little house by the lake is our daily walks. Mark’s ankle has been sore and swollen, so I took Maya by myself every morning. We try to go for a steady, one-hour walk before breakfast, which is great exercise.

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A Five-Week Winter Visit to New England – Never Again! (And Our January 2026 Expenses)

Making our Christmas Day flight from Santiago de Chile to Boston, Massachusetts, USA was tricky. First, we had no idea if Maya’s neck injury — and the side effects of all the drugs — would be cleared in time for the trip.

Then, we were faced with extremely slow and long lines and inefficient officials at Chilean immigration to receive our exit stamp and be able to leave the country. Impatience. Frustration. Running. Sweating. Being the last two people on the plane…

But we made it! And we looked forward to some rest, comfort, and social times in the US.

(As always, click on or hover over photos in galleries to read their captions.)

Week 1: Fun Times

The day after Christmas (Boxing Day), Mark, Maya, and I arrived at our “home base” (aka official address) in Newburyport. The temperature contrast couldn’t be bigger. We went from 90°F (32°C) to 12°F (-11°C), and the sun set at 4pm! Snow decorated the ground and trees. This would become a theme; our surroundings remained white for the entire time we were there.

After reorganizing our belongings (what stays, what comes to Europe, what gets packed for our next camper, what gets donated), doctors’ visits for Maya and me, and catching up with my mother-in-law, helping where necessary for a handful of days — we already left her again to celebrate the New Year with good friends.

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A Whirlwind Drive through Argentina 

In the middle of September, Mark, Maya, and I returned to Paraguay without a deadline. We would use this landlocked country as a base during the spring until it turned unbearably hot or until we found a buyer for our camper. Neither had happened when we decided to leave.

Yes, two days each week were miserably hot, but it was still manageable. No buyer had appeared, but we felt Chile would be a better location for any prospective buyer to start their journey on this continent. The other reason we changed countries has to do with a concept that’s been emerging over the last few months. I can’t elaborate on that (yet) since all our attempts to reach this goal have been failing so far. But, if you’ve read our previous expense report “between the lines,” you might have gotten a hint about this idea.

Leaving Paraguay at night

Once we decided to head back to Chile — on the opposite side of the continent — we felt an urge to do this as quickly as possible. Like I mentioned in a previous blog: first, we wanted to eat sushi one more time. Over dinner, skipping an alcoholic drink, we decided to cross the border into Argentina that very same evening. We knew of a good camp spot in Posadas on the other side and hoped for a quick and easy crossing that late in the day. It was the middle of October.

(As always, click on or hover over photos in galleries to read their captions.)

Border officials were friendly, passports were checked, our Paraguayan TIP (temporary import permit) for the truck was returned and an Argentinian one obtained, and we had to back out of a narrow lane, because no height limit was indicated for a low arch up ahead…

Then, just when we thought all was fine and nobody had asked about Maya, we were told to exit the car and our camper was scanned by a massive machine! It was loud and intimidating.

Afterwards, the official stepped out of the giant scanner with our paperwork with only one question: “Do you have a dog?” Our “yes” was answered with only a nod. There’s no hiding from this futuristic machine! Luckily, people had told us earlier that nobody checks dog paperwork at this particular post.

After one short night in Posadas, we hit the road in an attempt to spend as little time as possible in Argentina. There are a few reasons why we don’t like this country, but I won’t get into that now. Our first day was productive, despite the rain and the mix of road conditions with smooth pavement in the morning and uneven patches, dips, grooves, and bumps in the afternoon. We ended up at a familiar camp spot but had to navigate slippery mud to get there.

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Three-week Stint Away from My Camper and Lifestyle – Where is Home?

“Where do you live?” someone would ask.

“In this camper,” I would say, pointing at our most recent house on wheels.

“Where’s home?” someone else would ask.

“Wherever our camper is parked,” I would say. (Or “Wherever our boat is anchored,” in the previous decade.)

“Where are you from?” yet another would ask, undoubtedly noticing an accent.

“From here, at the moment,” I would answer. Easy does it and simple is what I like.

Our current truck camper and home

Of course, the reality is a bit more complicated. I was born and raised and worked and lived in Belgium until the summer of 2003 arrived and a plane to the US was boarded and I “never looked back.” The harsh truth of this decision on a social, emotional, relational, and roots level only dawns on others when I mention that all my longtime friends and all my family members still live in Belgium. This nomadic lifestyle is not for anyone with homesickness or tight-knit family needs.

(As always, click on or hover over photos in galleries to see their captions.)

Ever since I met Mark, the end of 2004, my (second) residency address is in Newburyport, Massachusetts. While we never actually lived there other than short visits back from further afield and those two Covid springs and summers, I am extremely familiar with this town, our room above the garage, friends, acquaintances, and Mark’s family.

The waterfront in Newburyport

And then there’s our actual home. No matter in what form it comes, floating, driving, or being carried by a truck, it’s where I live fulltime and where my companions wait for me – whether this is in the United States or another country. It’s where my heart sings, what my soul craves, where my body relaxes, and where life makes sense. It’s my chosen lifestyle; it’s where I belong.

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Snowy Encounter in Mystic, SD – An Artist’s Sanctuary in the Black Hills

When Mark and I met Jon and Gail on a remote, gorgeous beach in Baja California, Mexico, this past spring, we hit it off immediately. Jon Crane is a renowned, accomplished, and outstanding painter and his lovely wife, Gail, had just published her book Mystic Travelers around the same time I released Plunge. The four of us had a lot to share – stories, food, drinks, and art.

The couple spends half a year on the Baja peninsula in their truck camper and the other six months in the Black Hills of South Dakota, where they built an incredible home based on Jon’s vision and skills. Ever since I read about their place in Mystic and saw a photo of their unique house in Gail’s book, I’ve wanted to visit. So, when we found ourselves in the Badlands, two hours east of the Black Hills, we got in touch with our friends. Would they still be home mid-October or had they already left for Baja?

We were in luck. Jon and Gail were still around for a couple of weeks and more than happy to see and host us. But there was one problem… They live in the middle of nowhere, deep into the black hills, and the first snowfall of the season had arrived when it rained in our neck of the woods. No worries. We’d amuse ourselves for a couple more days and assumed the snow would be melted when we ventured into the hills.

We stopped in Rapid City to do some shopping and say hi to a bunch of presidents.

(As always, hover over or click on images in galleries to read the captions.)

Then, we left civilization and were greeted by this. Yikes.

Mark and I are warm-blooded humans. We don’t do well in cold weather and we certainly didn’t plan on seeing any of that white stuff when driving across the country, except, maybe, if and when crossing the mountain passes in Colorado!

The road condition deteriorated the further we drove.

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Three-week Visit to Belgium – Vacation or Not?

What is considered a vacation? Getting on a plane? Traveling to a tropical destination? Crossing the border? Visiting friends and family? Taking a road trip to the other side of the country? Staying at a hotel?

I have done all these things and I can guarantee that none of them resulted in a vacation. Mark and I have been together since December of 2004; that’s almost seventeen years. Even though we have lived a life less ordinary, in many different countries, the two of us have NEVER been on a typical vacation together (or apart) since we met. I know this is hard to believe and/or grasp by people who don’t know us well…

My plane from Boston to Reykjavik

The closest we have come to anything like a medley of peace, exploration, and relaxation without worries is a three-day city trip to Budapest in 2017 and two months of “living off the grid” in Baja last winter (this one still involved work, book promo, and the necessary stress that we seem to incur).

Based on all that, I have decided that the best way for me to describe “a vacation” is when I am able to leave my computer behind. Yep, that’s right. Not take my computer on a trip. How is that possible? I have a monthly editing job, receive occasional translation assignments, need to promote Plunge, write blogs on my laptop, save photos in folders on my computer, and have my important information (including passwords which I could never remember) stored on its hard drive. I actually considered this drastic act for my recent three-week visit to Belgium. (I really craved a vacation.) And … decided against it. That’s just too long without my most important electronic buddy.

(As always, hover over or click on the photos to read the captions.)

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“Plunge” in the Ironwood Forest – My Book & I Featured on Make Like An Ape Man

My good friend Duwan, a fellow nomad, adventurer, vanlifer, ex-sailor, and frugal spender, wrote a touching and compelling post about me and my travel memoir, Plunge, on her informative and entertaining blog Make Like An Ape Man. I have linked to her posts before, as we’ve been on a similar path and traveled together in the past, but this story of hers had me truly amazed.

Her prose is humbling and flattering and provides a different, more personal side to anything else being published about me (except for my memoir itself :-)). Plus, it has some funny photos! Check it out here. You won’t regret it!

Saguaro cactus in the Ironwood Forest National Monument

November 25 – December 1, 2020.

Towards the end of November three couples and the lovely canine, Maya, converged in Tucson. All ex sailors (except for Maya). All now wandering around on the hard. We had met one of the couples, Scamper Squad, years and years ago after reading their blog and discovering they were working on their boat in the same marina as us in Indiantown, Florida. We were introduced to the other couple, Mark and Liesbet, through their blog after my friend from Scamper Squad suggested that I check it out. Like us, they had sailed, had house sat, and were traveling the country in a van. We eventually met them in person in Arizona a couple of years ago. Now the three wandering couples were in the same place at the same time, and we had big plans.

Gilded Flicker in the Ironwood Forest

We all left Tucson for the Ironwood Forest National Monument – about 25 miles out of the city – and set up camp. Thanksgiving was coming up, and even though it isn’t a holiday Greg and I normally celebrate, we thought it’d be fun to share some good food with our friends. After all, this would be the first Thanksgiving that Liesbet, who is Belgium born, would celebrate as an American citizen. But even better than that, two days later Liesbet would celebrate her 45th birthday and the publication of a project five years in the making, a memoir of her traveling and sailing life during her 30s.

Our camp in the Ironwood Forest National Monument

When Greg and I first set sail a few people told me we should write a book. I thought, OK, but we really hadn’t done anything yet. Any wannabe adventurer can buy a boat and think that they are going to be sailors – lots do. And then after we got on the water there seemed to be so many people doing it. And there were already so many people who’d already written books. I wasn’t sure what I could add to the canon of nautical memoirs.

And at first, I wondered this about Liesbet’s book too. But Liesbet has had a much more interesting traveling life than we have. Since falling in love with travel in her teens, she has hitchhiked in Europe, backpacked in Asia, traveled North America in a truck camper, and sailed through the Caribbean and the South Pacific. She has only lived a few years of her adult life in a traditional dwelling, has traveled in six out of the seven continents (planning to tick that last one, Antarctica, off her list in the coming years), and has visited over 60 countries.

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Human Encounters in Florida – Meeting Friends before COVID-19

Karmen and Tom in Marineland

I’ve mentioned it before, 2020 couldn’t have been off to a better start for us – at which point, it did cross my mind that it could only go downhill from there. But the first week of January comprised good times with our old boating friends Tom and Karmen, who finished renovating a new-to-them catamaran. We met many years ago sailing in the Bahamas and stayed in touch, crossing paths throughout the country. They swung by twice in their converted camper van while we house sat (in Santa Fe, NM and San Diego, CA) and we visited them in Monmouth, Oregon to learn first-hand and with all our senses how they created the successful and innovative pizza restaurant, Yeasty Beasty. Don’t you love that name?

We also met up with communal sailing friends Dan and Jaye.

Going out for drinks and tacos with sailing friends Dan and Jaye

Marian and Cliff in Jacksonville

Also in January, I finally met blogging and memoirist friend Marian Beaman. She and her husband Cliff graciously invited us into their home for a yummy chili lunch and hours of conversation. Marian, a Mennonite until age 24, blogs at Plain and Fancy and recently published her heartfelt, well-written memoir Mennonite Daughter – The Story of a Plain Girl, which offers a glimpse into 20th century Mennonite life and documents her experiences and life-altering decisions as Marian Longenecker.

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Snapshots from Newburyport, MA

For the last month, Mark, Maya, and I stayed with my in-laws in Newburyport, Massachusetts, where we have a comfortable room above their garage. The summer is the time for us to deal with doctor’s visits, catch up with friends and family, and get work done. Here are a few glimpses of our recent “sedentary” life.

Maya feels right at home on the porch

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