I am happy as a clam. We are on our 38th home exchange. This one is in a college town 75 miles from where we live. That is the perfect distance for a holiday weekend swap. Far enough to show us something new, yet close enough that the kids survived the drive, even with rush hour traffic.
This morning my pre-school aged daughter woke up to give me a city child's analysis of the wildlife here in the country:
"mama, I heard pigeons (ie birds). They were squeaking (chirping) and clapping their hands (flapping their wings)".
Seems we need to get the kids out of the city more often. Charles Audubon she aint.
Both kids love the trampoline the swappers have in their yard. Try to find one of those in a hotel room.
Their parents are enjoying a hammock in the yard and the pretty autumn leaves we do not have to rake up.
When we rolled into town last night we made straight for the local microbrew pub. Outside was a rack with free loaner bikes. Inside was a convivial atmosphere and $3 pints of pale ale brewed right on the premises.
Everything was going well with this swap, even before we found the exchangers' home. Until, that is, we tried to find the exchangers' home...
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