Why, sometimes I've believed as many as six impossible things before breakfast

The Grant family moved. Hans and I saw the brochures for Barnacle Bay. It looked just the place to recharge our batteries and find our inner pirate influences. Johnny also moved bringing his family along.

So we found a very nice home and moved in.

That's the reason they're called lessons, because they lesson from day to day.

 I'm tackling a new medium, ice. It's specially treated to be long lasting but you still want to work quickly.

 Not bad for my first ice sculpture.

I remembered that I really want a private museum. It will inspire my art and perhaps be a source of income as well. But to do that, I have to travel.

I made arrangements to go to Egypt.

 To find the best treasure, you have to be willing to explore the tombs. It's dangerous but potentially rewarding work.

 The tombs in Egypt are hot. Hydration can be a real problem.

 Damn, I get such a work out in a tomb. Pulling this here.

 Pushing that there.

And finally delivering the goods to a native.

I met several people, made new friends.

 Had a chance to watch dawn over the pyramids.

 Felt very small next to some of the ancient ruins that dot this country.

 Question the locals about how a certain corporation was effecting their lives.

 Roast food over an open fire. Always yummy when you do this.

Tucked into a back corner of the sphinx.

This trip was a bit of a disappointment. I was hoping to find one or two valuable pieces for my collection. And yet I found nothing worth more than a measly 250. At this rate, I'm going to be ancient and grey before I find enough artifacts to have a private museum.