I had two choices: stay behind and wait for my husband to return from a year-long Air Force deployment in Greece, or hop on a jet with a toddler and an infant in tow and follow him to the remote village of Kato on the other side of the globe. I chose to leave America and all its modern conveniences behind. Nestled among blood orange groves, our new home was a rustic hamlet where we formed a bohemian community with our fellow expatriates, sharing possessions and helping each other. In our white-washed villa on a dirt road, our family was sheltered from the turmoil of the Vietnam War and...