Tomorrow, my wife, son, and I are headed to France via Spain to visit my world-traveling daughter. We plan to have a whirlwind tour of Barcelona, then a more leisurely 5 days in southern France. We'll visit Montpellier (where my daughter is studying), the Pope's old digs in Avignon, a favorite hideout of van Gogh, a medieval walled city, an old Roman aqueduct, and perhaps some ruined fortresses and a cave whose walls were painted by Frenchmen millennia ago. We'll sample the wines of the Rhône, taste bouillabaisse in Provence, and eat cassoulet in Languedoc. My wife and I are scurrying around getting some last minute packing done. So why am I writing this? Just to let you know that blogging, by me, will be light-to-non-existent until we get back a week from Sunday. Rest assured, we'll give you the Mazurland perspective on Transpondian Culture. To entertain you in our absence, catch up on my daughter's travel blog. She spent her weeklong break in London and Dublin and has written quite a bit since you last checked.