2,784 miles and we are home safe and sound from vacation. Oh it was fun and happy and exciting. However, Home Sweet Home feels pretty nice.
Where we love is home~ home that our feet may leave, but not our hearts. Oliver Wendell Holmes, Sr.
Believe it or not, I missed blogging. I missed chatting each day. I want to grab a huge mug of steaming hot coffee, wrap both my hands around it and tell you all about our travels. Two handed coffee hour. You know, slip the cell phone back into your purse? Just sit, with our feet tucked under us on a quilt thrown onto the sofa and chatter away.
I want to tell you about the Trees of Mystery. I want to chatter on and on about Hearst Castle and the Pacific Ocean. I want to drink coffee and tell you my favorite parts of the Ronald Reagan Presidential Library. I want to share pictures and tell you about picking up pine cones in Oregon to bring home. I want to tell you about the piece of pie, Mr. Right and I shared on Canadian Thanksgiving. Vacation was all that and more, much more.
We met lots of American travelers. Hi pajama guy in Oregon! He was walking around the hotel one morning, coffee in hand, pajamas on, saying good morning to almost everyone. One morning, while eating breakfast, a Golden Retriever, came walking into our very nice hotel. Funny and sweet. (the owner came running in to find said dog). We saw children gorging on bowls of fruit loops and soda for breakfast in California. We met oodles of dogs and owners. People from North Dakota took our picture atop a mountain. A very nice grand-daughter traveling with her grandparents took our picture at Hearst Castle.
It was so much fun. Exploring and hiking and walking, driving (oh my, lots of driving) and eating………..Holy Toledo, the eating. We bought an amazing book about where to eat along our travels. I promise to share that in another blog.
Our hotels were all really, really nice. The hospitality was top-notch. The hoteliers went above and beyond to make our stay enjoyable. We were offered candy and hot coffee, tea and snacks. We could not have asked to be better taken care of. Our homes away from home.
Oh, you want to know about the undies comment? You know how you have less than perfect under garments? YES, we all have some that need to be retired. A bit too “loosey goosey” elastic, a tiny hole here or there, polka dots or animal print have faded a bit too much? Come on! I know you do, it can’t just be me! So, while on vacation, if one of those items comes up in the rotation, I don’t put them into the laundry bag to carry home. I am a wild woman and I throw them away. That is right! I just toss them away, like I am a queen. I wear them once and then toss. No second thoughts, just do it. It’s all rather glamorous. Wear and toss. Wear and toss. haha, admit it, you know you wish you could do it too! Really, go on vacation and toss away. It is all very freeing. Nothing like being on vacation to bring out my wild side.
Today, I wanted to say, hello friend. Glad we are back. The chickens are good. The dog is snoozing on her bed. Mr. Right is back to work. Orders for dog cookies have piled up while we were gone.
While sleeping in wonderful top of the line beds, yes, even the raft bed was amazingly comfortable (loved the glow in the dark stars on the ceiling)………..home to our very own bed felt pretty darn good.
Oh, and did I mention we got to meet the best little grandson ever? Put your coffee down a moment. Here take this photo album. Look at him here. Look at him in this outfit. Oh look, here he is in his stroller. He is cuddly and adorable and amazing. His parents are doing well. They are taking to this whole “parenting thing” like they were meant to be mom and dad. It was wonderful to meet the newest in our family. Today, was his two-week check up and he is doing amazing. Healthy and in tip-top shape. He has been to the beach already and while he doesn’t much care for the wind in his face, he loved the sights and sounds of the ocean.
We were so lucky and grateful that we got to meet our new Grand. You know how President Eisenhower named Camp David after his grandson? We decided we are going to name our home, Camp ZAC.
(Zoe, Adelaide and Cooper). Being grandparents is just the best job ever. Loved that first moment they put that bundle of goodness into my arms.
A simple, perfect moment in time.
Vacations, I highly recommend them.