Luck in Brawley

We went to the post office to pick up a package and within a matter of seconds the woman working the front counter invited us to stay in her back yard.  Lily, you’re such a great person!

Tim got to see his first ever orange tree while I practiced my spanish with Lily’s mom.   We were PUMPED to have met such great people.

They saw us in town and had heard our story, so when they saw us roll up on their street, it took them only a few minutes before they were yelling through the fence that 'they wanted to come to florida too!!!"

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About haileerustad

I love everything. I do things differently. Tending to avoid conformity. Accepting unknown adventure whenever its presented. My mission is to live, let life flow through me with endless energy. Exciting and empowering others to find their natural happiness. As life is, all perception.
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4 Responses to Luck in Brawley

  1. Barb Gebuhr says:

    Hi! you are biking the route that we took in ’87-88 w/Ira and Sasha in our motorhome. have a blast – maybe this is the time to come to New Brunswick? Should be Spring by April or May… Be safe. enjoy! XXOO, Aunt Barb

  2. Brooke says:

    Love the bike gang of kids! Your journey is already inspiring others to dream big! Awesome! I love reading about your daily adventures!

  3. Kyle Carter says:

    Only a few days in and you already found a new tree, Tim! =) Mo and I will be sharing this blog with everyone in the QC here shortly. Good luck on your adventure!!!

  4. That is so awesome. Funny how the open road often leads to open hearts…. 🙂 Love it!

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