My family didn’t take many vacations while I was growing up but I do remember a few trips. Going to Spain to see my mom’s family when I was about 4, haning out at Whichta Falls with family and friends, Branson, MO… what I remember most about these trips is the car ride to the locations. I remember the conversations, the horrible jokes that would keep us laughing for hundreds of miles (and many years after) and the people that sat beside me during the fun. I don’t remember the sights or the sounds well but I recall the comfort, fun and talk so very easily.
This moments blessing is my lifetime travel partner, my husband. I can’t think of anyone more worthy to have traveling along beside me. Nothing was more fun than to see Brian catch the travel bug on our honeymoon in Spain – his first european vacation. His face was full of excitement and awe. Little did I know that he would soon surpass me in the number of countries visited due to his job.
This weekend we’re going snowboarding in Colorado. What use to be an annual “Boys Only” trip is not anymore and girls are finally invited. Now, if you know me well, you know I am not a fan of the cold. And, your jaw might just hit the floor if I told you I was taking a mini-vaca to hit the slopes rather that go to somewhere warm. Believe me, I am just as shocked. But, I do love my husband and the kid loves to board… so here I go. I have 1 ski trip under my belt and that was 12ish years ago. Wish me luck!