Paul grew up in Canada. His family’s cottage on Chesley lake was the background for most of his childhood summer memories. When he was twelve they made the mouse pilgrimage to Disney World in Orlando, which he remembers in great detail.
He’s always had curiosity to see more of the world. His first trip to a new culture, if you don’t count Goshen, Indiana, was to Haiti when we were in college. This is where we met. He has many talents I cannot duplicate:
Teaching the kids to ski,
and golf.
He’s our family lifeguard, keeping us safe on the beach. This became more of a job once the youngest wild thing was on the scene. She was a little Tasmania then… and now.
He finds creative ways to transport our family in far away places.
He is our driver-extraordinaire in the crazy driving cities of the world, with signs we can’t read, unfamiliar road rules and driving styles, ugly road conditions, forces of nature, and wild animals surprises. Even when we were lost in Rome for hours, he got us to the Vatican safely and without too many bad word yellow cards.
My coffee buddy.
He stays calm and grounded, no matter what kind of daughter-drama (or mama-drama) is exploding around him.
He loves all this.
He is fascinated by anything plane.
Provence is his Happy Place.
And he will hike anything.
