My mother-in-law Jutta Engelhardt is returning to Germany today after her longest trip ever to the United States. Over the course of this visit, she rode a bicycle for the first time in almost 50 years, rode a horse for the first time ever, exercised up a storm so she could hike in and out of the Grand Canyon, visited Death Valley again, attended a few concerts, visited the Rennaisance Festival, went to Santa Barbara twice, slept in a hogan on the Navajo reservation and danced the Fire Dance, she made a Navajo rug, spun yarn, made felt at a two day workshop, attended the Hoop Dance Championship, went to a drumming class, visited Los Angeles, bottle-fed baby goats, collected chicken eggs, went to her first baseball game, posed with the mayor of Phoenix for a photo, and laughed a lot. Not bad for a 73-year-old grandma. As she’s told me, “Getting old is not for the weak.”