Once upon the year of the dragon, in misty San Francisco, a Peeg was born. She lived happily in a treehouse with her Mommia R, Dadda B, and beloved Yaak, and jetted across continents like a veritable globetrotter.  When her parents struck east for the fickle skies of Chicagoland, the treehouse was traded for a grand new house (really a very old house) nestled by a bend in a river, and some of that prior jetsetting gave way to good ole’ Midwestern road-tripping.

At the ripe age of 30 months, Peeg was joined by a little Looga, and another almost 30 months later, baby Coorgi joined the clan.  Together the three stooges – er, siblings -, their hapless parents, and pet, continued to bumble around the planet.  This blog attempts to chronicle their misadventures.

Oh, and the travel redux:
-pack light
-temper expectations
-get good gear
-don’t fear being a tourist
-take the plunge!