It is hot out there, in the middle of the desert but in our mind, we are still somewhere green and high up between Yosemite and the Sequoia National Park. We have added more gems to our memory box: majestic valleys, huge waterfalls, blue birds flying under the canopy of giant Sequoias, bears footprints and the smell of warm pines. In Yosemite, we camped in front of a waterfall and surrounded by a silver cliff for two days. Maxim and Callum were not impressed by ...

We will leave Tahoe Vista behind tomorrow after five days of fresh pine sented air. We did not make it all the way to the Rocky Mountains but Lake Tahoe gave us a taste of pine covered hills, jewel boxes to blue saphire lakes. it was a young policeman met in a spa in Santa Cruz who recommanded this place so that the boys could see snow for the first time (mission accompished). Thanks to him we discoved a landscape so pretty, you could just add a glass cup on top ...

From our window, we can see snow capped mountains reflected in the quiet blue waters of Tahoe Lake. Summer has come early here, we have just been for a long walk along the sea. We will need more than that to burn out all the french fries... It was hard to leave the glorious San Francisco behind, but we will be back one day. It was such a priviledge of explore this smiling city in the warmth of a spring sun. Summer is the reign of the fog, born when the hot air f...

Dear class, i am having a ball in San Francisco. We have been to some landmarks here. We walked on the Golden Gate bridge, we had lunch in Chinatown and Little Italy. I saw the sealions on Pier 39. It is very windy here and there are lots of hills. Today it is Stars Wars day in the US. Why, because it is May the Fourth be with you... Aria, our next destination is the Jelly Belly factory in Fairfield and then we are going to the Yosemite National Park Shannon, ...

The New Zealand we discovered was all golden in the automn sun. Our first taste of America is basking in spring. California's trees are just waking up, dizzy with their sprinkling of flowers and brand new leaves. The hills between Santa Barbara and San Francisco are wearing pretty dresses in princess bright yellow and fairytale pink. The roadsides are rolling cactii carpets of loud orange and fuschia. We finally found the quaint road we were dreaming of betwee...