Time to go back

Reading Monocle Mediterraneo, I look out over the Norwegian fjord where the ferry is coming to take us back to Stavanger. From there we will fly to Seoul through Doha, all eager to start a new semester at HUFS. It has been a remarkable summer of what my friend Daniel once called “extreme toddliness” with a lot of seesaws, playdates and sand.

At the Wapping Project