Her tongue stuck out in concentration as she painted a mountain landscape.

Her peaceful expression as she dozed against my shoulder during a shuttle ride back to the condo.

“We should call Mom and Dad,” she suggested on our third evening, as we relaxed after dinner.

“Show them the mountains.”

I dialed Rebecca on my tablet, enabling video so they could see us both.

“There’s my mountain explorer,” Rebecca answered immediately, her face filling the screen.