When I was small, my dad used to say that if someone stopped at the end of the driveway and told me they were going somewhere, anywhere, I would jump in. He was probably right. I never hesitated. When my then-boyfriend, now husband, got a job in the U.S. after university, I was gung ho, probably more than him. So I didn’t flinch and drove my Acura across the Canada/U.S. border and on to a new adventure. Now, more than 20 years later, the next adventure is beginning with a temporary assignment, courtesy of the husband again, in The Netherlands.
Red, White and Tulips 