Well, we probably overdid ourselves, but what the heck. (Somebody, tell me we only live once!) It has been on my bucket list, but before “bucket list” became part of our vernacular. I think I got the wanderlust from my dad who often said to me, “Stick with me kid, and I’ll show you the world.” And he showed me a lot of it. My mother loved more exotic travels, like Africa and India. She was especially enamored with big cats. My father was drawn to European countries, like England, Scotland, France, Germany, Austria, and the Scandinavian countries. He was an avid golfer, and my folks owned a second home for six months out of the year in St. Andrews, Scotland, the home of golf and The Old Course. I suppose, after taking all this into consideration, I credit my relish for seeing new sights and the enchantment attached to my beloved parents. I can’t possibly come close to their adventures, at least not yet. I am just starting out. So, friends, here it is. Our new second home is home in our driveway. I’ll keep you posted on our escapades.