The kitchen you wear



There's a lovely window in Rachel's kitchen in Ohio; a potted olive tree sits on the sink, reminiscent of Spain. 

The kitchen is small and square- the kitchen you wear, like a tutu, says Brett.

We're traveling again, motoring to the north and east.
Last week I watched my husband skillfully load the VW with our varied cargo:
books and memorabilia, keepsakes from grandparents, clothes labeled for younger cousins, a flat of white coffee mugs, a snow board and gear, 2 extra bicycles, and more. . .

So, stop after stop- North Texas, Tennessee, Ohio, New York-  we're distributing our cargo.
And loving the visits. . .

soon the VW will be emptied out, except for 1 small suitcase, 2 backpacks, 2 bicycles.

Then we'll be home again, just the 2 of us.