No need for plane tickets -- here's how to visit foreign lands by climbing up a tree.
Up into the cherry tree
Who should climb but little me?
I held the trunk with both my hands
And looked abroad in foreign lands.
I saw the next door garden lie,
Adorned with flowers, before my eye,
And many pleasant places more
That I had never seen before.
I saw the dimpling river pass
And be the sky's blue looking-glass;
The dusty roads go up and down
With people tramping in to town.
If I could find a higher tree
Farther and farther I should see,
To where the grown-up river slips
Into the sea among the ships,
To where the road on either hand
Lead onward into fairy land,
Where all the children dine at five,
And all the playthings come alive.
From A Child's Garden of Verses
Sometimes our love of getaways really gets away from us, carrying us blithely into the land of "Why don't we just live here?!" Whether or not you'd ever consider packing up and moving abroad, do add the wonderful Expat to your summer reading list.... read more