Our family loves to travel. Everyone except Sophie, that is. For her, the ideal voyage is the trip from her bedroom to the kitchen downstairs. I, on the other hand, live for travel. In fact, I believe I suffer a moderate to severe case of travel addiction. As soon as we return from a vacation, I feel an uncontrollable urge to plan the next one. It sometimes feels like an illness.
Keep your finger on the volume button after you press play. The girls loved this work of art at Grounds for Sculpture the other day. It gave me a headache, but I plugged my ears and smiled as they banged away at the chimes.