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Are You Traveling Yet? Your Forties are the Best Time to Travel!: Guest Post by Brent Jackson

by SweetMidlife

Hi! Lynne here! We are so pleased to have a guest post from Brent Jackson, a fellow Maryland blogger who writes about travel. Here, he tells you all the reasons why your 40s are a wonderful time to pack a suitcase and start seeing new places. 

Brent Jackson Guest Post

By Brent Jackson

Some of my friends have traveled all their lives. They started as kids with their parents and never stopped. It’s wonderful if you’re in this group. Keep traveling! Your forties will add new travel experiences for you.

Other people never travel or stop traveling while they’re young. If you’re in this group, keep reading! Your forties are a great time to start traveling!

Do you know what happens in your forties? Your forties are the comfort years. Most of you are done going through school, finding a career and building a family. You may still be climbing the corporate ladder but hopefully, you’re at a good resting point. Things start to slow down by the time you’re in your forties.

Now I’m not saying all the battles stop and life becomes easy. I’m saying wisdom starts to kick in at full force and (hopefully) those battles are easier to fight and take up less time. You know what you like and you know how you want to spend your time. You’re more comfortable with yourself and so … the comfort years. Don’t pull out the easy chair now that you’re in your comfort years. Now’s the time to travel!

There’s an old saying, “People wait all week for Friday, all year for summer, and all their life for happiness … I travel!”

Here’s one more saying, “Travel is getting to know yourself by facing new experiences.”

Let’s count the benefits. You have more money in your forties. Traveling is far less stressful when you have a bigger budget. You have more control of your schedule. You’re not battling school, work and young kids so you can plan a last minute trip. If you still have young kids at home, no problem! There are mobile apps, websites and podcasts with plenty of ideas for traveling with kids. Lastly, you stop waiting for Friday, summer and happiness. Happiness just becomes natural the moment you get in your car, get on the boat or get off the plane. (It works for trains too.)

Need more? Here’s the best reason to travel in your forties … MEMORIES!!! You’re in the perfect position to get out there and build memories! You’re in your forties. Long walks are ok. Climbing steps are ok. Long drives are ok. Everything you will face as a traveler is easy in your forties. Years from now, you’re decide to step back from traveling and you’ll have all those memories! I promise, that’s happiness.

Travel does not have to be a big thing. Some people save up all year for one big trip. STOP THAT! Experienced travelers do smaller trips more often. My wife and I take a day or weekend trip every six weeks. We like to explore small towns with a highly rated bed & breakfast. You meet some really friendly people in small towns. I have friends who travel to weekend festivals every month. The best parts of America can be found in its festivals. I have another friend who travels bi-monthly with his girlfriend. They look online for cheap tickets. They can usually find 2 or 3 cities available for under $99 one-way. They pick the city farthest away (unless they’ve already been there), buy the tickets and book a room. Be creative. You have many options to travel!

Still thinking about it? STOP THAT! … GO! … Travel!

Brent Jackson lives in Fairfax, VA and blogs at Maryland Travel Stories. Follow him on Twitter or Pinterest .

 


Taking the Yay of Vacation Home With You

by SweetMidlife

Hi! Lynne here. It is a cloudy Saturday where I live, and my husband and I are hanging out with my toddler son. We had plans to  go to an event at church, and to go the pumpkin patch up the street to replace the pumpkin we got from the boy’s preschool trip that rotted already, but that all changed when my son went to bed with sniffles and coughing and woke up with the same. So we are here, watching episodes on VeggiieTales and Paw Patrol on repeat, having fights about whether or not he should slurp the snt coming from his nose, and if he really needs, as he calls it “hanitizer” to keep his hands germ-free. Actually, I won that one.

But this seemed like a really good time to tell you all about the anniversary trip that my husband and I took at the beginning of this month. I have been meaning to post about it ever since we got home, but I had bot had a chance to sit down and go through the pictures and such. That’s okay, actually: today seems ideal, and this is why. I know that when I take a vacation, there are times, especially towards the end of it, where I am not enjoying every moment of my time away because I am counting down the days and hours until the whole thing is over and we have to go back. And that is a bad outlook to have: you aren’t maximizing the gift it is to have time away, and plus, you are dreading your “real life”.

Guess what? If you set up your regular existence as awful, then that’s what it will be. And you are already planning your next getaway before this one is over. That’s no way to be! Vacations should fuel you up for your regular life, and let you take the peace you got on your time away back with you. This is why today seemed a nice time to remember the joy of our time away, as I throw away tissues that missed the trash can. Serenity now.

So, here’s the first thing about our vacation trip: it wasn’t exactly what we thought it would be in some ways. We started strong. By the spring, we had already made the reservations for our early-October anniversary, and had paid for it out of the savings pot we had been pouring into just for this trip. We had decided on Cape May, New Jersey, because we wanted the beach, and to go somewhere that we each had never been before. Plus, it was supposed to be sunny and in the 70s, according to early predictions. Which were wrong. Because it turned out that this was the weekend that Hurricane Joaquin was headed for the east coast of the United States. I will say at the beginning of this that even though there was flooding there, and though we had days where we got deluged with rain, we know that we were fortunate to be away at all, and that there were people who died in the flooding that weekend. Therefore, any whining on my end for real would be horrible. So here are some highlights of our soggy but wonderful trip.

Way to Cape May

This was on our way up to Cape May. We stopped at the outlet mall right over the Chesapeake Bay Bridge in Maryland to get shoes for my husband, something for me to wear for our fancy dinner that night, and also for a raincoat for me, because I didn’t bring one, I think, out of denial. Fun ride up, though, listening to 90’s R&B on Pandora. Lots of Toni Braxton.

Yummy dinner

The yummy snapper dish I had at 410 Bank Street, the yummy Caribbean/New Orleans-style restaurant we went to. It was the most delicious thing I have had in a long while. Oh, and that’s also my husband’s steak. Through chews, he says it was good.

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My husband took this picture. It is one of the nicest ones that anyone has ever taken of me. Shout-out to the Gap Factory Outlet, where I bought that dress. I have been wearing it a lot.

Heading Out

This is us heading out on our first full day, as it was rainy and cold and still really beautiful. The beach has it like that. Note my brand new Columbia rain hoodie and hat. And I realize that this seems like a sponsored post where people paid us to mention them, but it isn’t! Nope, we bought all that stuff but liked it so much,I thought I would name names.

Neat not Neat Pancakes

I posted this picture of our delicious pancake breakfast. I posted mostly so you could see tje differences in my husband and me on neatness and organization. He has much more of those than me. Guess which plate is mine and which is his? Mine looks like it was bitten by wild boars.

TV

This is the TV in our room at The Beach Shack, the really cute place where we stayed. It’s an updated 50’s beach motel, and we got a god deal off of Priceline. TV-watching on vacation is fun, especially when it’s raining out. It’s relaxing and such, And I don’t know why this picture is sideways.

Beach

Our third day in town, the rain stopped, and even though it was cloudy, it was nice to do lots of walking. There’s the beach. Beautiful. Now, this next picture is not beautiful. I took it thinking I looked really cute, when actually I look like I got into a fight with a Sand Monster and his buddy The Wind, and I lost.

Not Cute

See? Not. Cute. But we went to a vineyard later, and that was beautiful, and I didn’t take any pictures because I put my phone away and just had a good time.

Rusty Nail

 

Now this was the day we left. You will see that the sun was shining brightly. But that was okay. At least we got to see Cape May in all kinds of weather. We were actually at our motel’s restaurant having lunch and using the drink coupons the front desk left us to compensate for us being at the beach during a storm. See, it worked out!

 

So, vacation ended, and we went back home to our little one (thanks to my mom for coming up to stay with him), and there is the reason I wanted to post this. We had a wonderful time while we were gone, and I have carried that peace with me as we returned. Vacations should give you something to look forward to, but you should see them as the extra special highlights of a “regular” life that’s good too, instead of seeing your trips as what you are living for. That is more sustainable.

Ooh, one more picture. We brought home a bottle of delicious Port wine from the vineyard, so the next weekend, we drank it. Now, we didn’t have fancy cheese and crackers, but sometimes shredded cheddar and saltines will do. See? Every day can be a vacation.

So Fancy


The binky and the damage done: Flying with a toddler

by SweetMidlife
Sigh.

Sigh.

My sister is the expert in toddler observation and research, but as the kid who lives with us edges – makes that throws himself headlong- towards his second birthday, I identify more and more with her stories about Alex. I got to see him, and our little one, together in loud, nutty action two weekends ago when we traveled to Maryland for my husband’s college reunion weekend. The visit itself was amazing – if not a little messy, ear-shattering and yelly – but it was the getting there that made me want to buy a Winnebago or a Partridge Family bus and do all of our future travel that way until the kid’s, like, 12 and old enough to carry his own suitcase.

The above photo was taken on the first of our two flights back from Baltimore, to our stopover in Atlanta (that turned out to be more like a run-through.) We were already stressed from the logistics involved with traveling with someone who has more paraphernalia than the rest of us, but can’t carry it or logically understand what a stopover is, or why he can’t stand up in his seat when the seatbelt light is on. We found out that on our second leg, from Atlanta to West Palm Beach, we were seated in three different rows, which would have been disastrous, because in the overtired missed-nap moments, I don’t always love sitting next to my own toddler, let alone the toddler of someone who’s not in shouting distance to handle their business. Nobody wants that.

My husband had tried to handle it at the counter in Baltimore, but they couldn’t help, so he called the customer service number and was told they were looking into it. So we were nervous about that, and about the fact that we had a very, very short window to make our connection in Atlanta, where we often find that we land in Concourse A and our connection is in Concourse Z. (There is no Concourse Z. It just feels that way.) I sat with Toddler while my husband sat directly in front of me, next to a very nice lady who he accidentally knocked some water onto. She was lovely about it and said “Well, it’s water. Water doesn’t stain.”

But you know what does stain? Diet Coke! And it was that caramel-colored fluid that our kid, bored and trying to get my husband’s attention, hit dead-on with the above pink binky which we gave him to suck on to lessen the popping in his ears upon take-off and landing. He threw it backwards overhand and nailed the cup, which spilled all over the lady next to Scott. She was not happy. Scott and I were mortified and both offered to buy her a drink and pay for her drycleaning. She calmed down and smiled and said “No problem. I know what it’s like.”

I think part of our mortification is not wanting to be those parents, the ones that let their kids run up and down the aisle and knock into the flight attendants, who don’t comfort them when they freak out, who let them kick the seat in front of them (On or first leg to Baltimore, at 6:50 in the stupid morning, we turned Toddler’s car seat, which he was sitting in, around to face the back of his own chair, because he was kicking the back of the seat in front of him. The dude sitting in that seat was very appreciative.) Kids are humans, and cannot be expected to always sit quietly and be invisible. People don’t expect adults to do that, so the side eye I get when my kid sometimes even speaks on a plane is unfair. But I don’t want to raise a jerk. I will not raise a jerk. He knew he was being naughty, and when the binky was removed and only handed back upon landing so his little ears wouldn’t pop, he knew why.

I’m not sure when we’re going to fly again, but whenever that is, maybe he’ll be a little older and a little more…chill. And not knock over people’s drinks. I must add that the gate agent at our Atlanta gate, which was actually in the same concourse, not only didn’t make our kid sit alone, but put us all in the same row. Of course, we sat in the wrong row and didn’t realize it until someone came looking for their seats, but they were all cool about it and just sat in front of us. They might have been through this before too.

 


No-fly zone: Five road trips I want to take this year. Where are you motoring?

by SweetMidlife

custard shop naples

Leslie here…and please pause while I sing a bit of “Sister Christian,” because very few people my age have, since 1984, said the word “motoring” and then not sung “What’s your price for flight? In finding Mr. Right! It’ll be all right…to-niiiight.” Old. Rocking. Not sorry.

OK, now that that’s over, I’m all filled with wanderlust after a ridiculously relaxing trip to Maryland with my husband and the kid who lives with us. It’s the first time we’d been to our home state in more than a year, and the wee one’s second set of round-trip flights. (A blog discussing the indignities and pleasantries of plane travel with a toddler is coming soon, but it’s been a heavy day, so I wanna be on the positive tip today, as we olds would say.) It was great to see everyone, we were super chill and the boy had a good time. But after the running through the airport, fighting to sit together and trying to explain to a 20 month-old why he couldn’t climb over me and run up and down the aisle past the beverage cart like a crazy boy, I turned to my husband and said, “Didn’t you want to do a bunch of road trips this year?”

We live in Florida, a very big state with some places we’ve made favorites, some I haven’t visited in ages and a few I’ve never made the acquaintance of but really need to. I’ll bet there are some cool places within decent driving distance of you, so your list is probably different. What’s your top five place to be motoring…and not take a flight? (I am sorry. You’re singing that now.)

1) Naples: We love the Gulf Coast, because it’s quieter and the beaches on the Gulf of Mexico have a different vibe than those out here on the Atlantic. Naples is a particular favorite, because it’s got several of my favorite things – really nice hotels with room service, an excellent downtown with great shops (see above) and eats up and down Fifth Avenue, and beautiful beaches. It’s a historic, elegant place with some quirks.

2) The Keys: There is no place called Kokomo in the Florida Keys, no matter what the Beach Boys say, but there are some incredible islands, shameless sunsets, cool hotels of every type from dive to divine, breathtaking bridges and lots of places to get lost. Key West was a favorite as a single girl, in bed and breakfasts and in a swanky Sheraton Suites on the beach, and now as a married chick (our honeymoon cruise stopped there, and we turned the end of the Ragnar Relay, which I ran three years ago, into a mini-vacation, staying in a little guest house with a clothing-optional pool. I told my husband that the fit runners would not be in the pool, only like old German tourists. And I was right.) We haven’t been back since the kid has been with us, but we’re in talks for my husband’s big milestone birthday this fall (I would also love to check out Key Largo, where I only stopped for an afternoon when my grandparents were staying there. I’d love to do the glass bottom boat.

leslie pool roof3) South Beach: Again, this is a place we’ve done much differently as married people and parents than when I was single (Remind me to never tell you about that.) The above photo is from the rooftop pool at the Riviera, a cool spot in a slightly quieter portion of SoBe, just west of Collins Avenue. We also did The James, which is a little more central, not far from the shops and stuff on Lincoln Road, and the Metropolitan by Como, a relaxing and purposely chill spot where they’re proud not to be a party spot. I do most of my partying dancing around my living room with a toddler singing Four Seasons songs, so I’m fine with that. These days, we stay in nice places and eat. And there’s plenty of that.

4) Seaside: It’s in the Panhandle, where my husband used to live, but where I’ve yet to go. It’s a bit of a schlep. But I would love to take a few days, where we can stop somewhere in between if the kiddie gets restless, because it’s supposed to be gorgeous, with little postcard houses that attracted Peter Weir when he made “The Truman Show.” It’s also between Destin and Panama City Beach, two places I’m excited to visit, although not at Spring Break.

5) St. Augustine: About ten years ago I did a road trip with my friend Rachel for part of a story where I was running in different places around the state. We stayed at the cutest Victorian B&B, did some cool walking tours, including that of the historic fort there, and met a guy dressed as an authentic Spanish soldier named Jeff, or as we called him, El Jeff-e. I’d love to walk the kiddo around the cobblestones and buy him a little soldier hat. I also wonder how old Jeff’s doing.

Where do you want to go?


Old Person Poll: Is this parentally-cohabitating couple relatable or ridiculous?

by SweetMidlife
If you're living in someone else's house almost free, you better get to cleaning this, and the bathroom, and start dusting, and shut up about it.

If you’re living in someone else’s house almost free, you better get to cleaning this, and the bathroom, and start dusting, and shut up about it.

Leslie here! I have the day off, which gives me time to read stupid stuff other people are posting rather than work on my own novel, because doesn’t that make sense!

In my Web wandering I happened upon this XOJane “It Happened To Me” column by a young lady who, at 25, finds herself living with her boyfriend at his parents’ house. They’re “broke college grads” although it isn’t clear how much time has passed between now and college, and can’t find jobs lucrative enough to get their own place. So they’re enduring having to be really quiet during sex, and not being able to grope each other out in the hallway, and having to have the mom who lives there and pays the mortgage remind them to clean the bathroom.

Because it’s sad, you guys! If they didn’t live with his folks, they wouldn’t be able to pay their car payments.

And eat out at nice restaurants. And go on vacation. They’re practically living on the street! Can you imagine? They can’t help but spend their rent money on trips, because they’re Americans, you know?

Pardon me while I slap my eye out of my forehead because it rolled way up there and got stuck.

As many of the posters let this young lady know, many people, including both of the women who write this blog, have found themselves living with relatives in their young adult years – us, right after college – and find it sometimes a little hard to exert yourself as a grownup when you’re not making the house rules. And what those posters – and we – would have to say about it is this: Suck it up, save you cash and get the heck out as soon as you can, or thank the adults who own the house for their generosity, don’t eat out or go on vacay so you can either move out faster or pay even more rent, and then shut up about it.

Maybe that’s just me. What do you think?

 


Boy, that’s a large mouse: Our kid’s first Disney trip

by SweetMidlife
"You see, little boy, this big white glove is magic. I wave it and a gazillion dollars appears. I got it like that.

“You see, little boy, this big white glove is magic. I wave it and a gazillion dollars appears. I got it like that.

Leslie here! So my husband, mom and the kid we hang out with made an important American childhood pilgrimage that has no significance whatsoever at the moment to that kid, as he is 14 months old and hasn’t quite mastered forks yet- We visited Walt Disney World over the Thanksgiving holiday, specifically Epcot Center and Disney Hollywood Studios, because it’s not far from our house, because close friends were staying in the area from out of town, and because nothing says “holiday” like trying to figure out how close you can get your kid to the giant, giant rodent in the Santa suit before he or she loses their crap completely and starts desperately trying to escape.

Donald and his handler navigate the paparazzi and the over-sugared kids trying to hurl themselves at him.

Donald and his handler navigate the paparazzi and the over-sugared kids trying to hurl themselves at him.

Honestly, it went a lot better than we’d imagined – Kid is fairly chill and social if you give him food, and the parks, while crowded, weren’t the insane asylums of over-sugared tiny demons and disappointed parents determined to wring every magic moment the second mortgage they took out for this vacation that we’d expected. Sure, we saw some of those folks, but we had enough space to steer clear. Kid is just figuring out who Mickey Mouse is – we have a relatively large one in our living room – and again had no real idea of where he was other than a large, loud place with lots of colors and music and people who can’t stop gushing about how cute he is (he gets this a lot.)

sergio

So is he silent…in Italian? How would you know?

So what did we get out of it, besides lighter wallets, sore feet and the irrational desire to belt the next person who sings “Let It Go” at me? (OMG but are they ever overdoing the “Frozen” thing up in there) We got to shamelessly dive headlong into giddy sentimentality, to wake up our own inner goofy kiddies who can’t get enough of this stuff, to have some surprisingly good Moroccan food at Epcot, and to know that one day, we can show Kid the photos and tell him he got to meet a nine foot-tall Goofy and he barely flinched, because he’s awesome.

Somewhere, hidden behind the fake English village, Lady Gaga is planning her Father Christmas costume, although hers will have a rhinestone staff and a muuch shorter coat.

Somewhere, hidden behind the fake English village, Lady Gaga is planning her Father Christmas costume, although hers will have a rhinestone staff and a muuch shorter coat.


Stay(there)cation- Five Things I Learned From Our Trip

by SweetMidlife

Hi! Lynne here!

My husband, son and I got back a week ago from a 5 day vacation to Washington, DC, and while this is a popular place for families to go, it might seem weird that we stayed there because we only live like 45 minutes away. Yep, we took a stay-there-vacation: we didn’t go far, but we actually stayed at our destination.

And it was a hoot!! I used to live right outside of the city, worked and performed there full time, and still work there on projects from time to time. But this was different. And I am gonna tell you about it. Because that is what I do. Read below for the take-aways I took from our time away down the road…

 

1. A Shorter Drive Means More Time To See Stuff. And Less Crankiness. 

Last November, we went to Myrtle Beach, South Carolina for a week as the end of a mini-timeshare thing we bought. It was a beautiful trip in a fun place off season, and we saw so much, and ate so much. Yes. But what wasn’t fun was the 9 hour car trip. Sure, there is a lot to be said for seeing the country and landscapes change from your car window. But you also sacrifice two days of vacation on getting there and back, and you are often to tired to see stuff when you arrive, or you get home and need another day to recuperate. We also got stuck in traffic on I-95 in Northern Virginia, and our 1 year-old cried pretty much for the last hour. LOUDLY.  But when you travel close to home, it’s the length of a commute! You feel refreshed, and you have the energy to explore when you get there, if you want to. Or you can go sit down and order in. It’s your thang. Do what you wanna do. But you have those options..

We live practically down the street from this.

We live practically down the street from this.

2. Houses are Great, And Suites Are Sweet

I love me a good luxury hotel. I once stayed in a Ritz Carlton for a conference, and my plans for one evening were watching TV in the fluffy robe and eating a $15 grilled cheese sandwich in the king sized bed with the stupidly fluffy pillows. But for longer trips, I love staying in suites, or even full houses. It can cost less to stay in a less swanky place but one where you get more room, and you can cook food if you want, or just store and heat-up your leftovers from the night before. It also gives you room to spread out all of your stuff, and, if you are travelling with other people (especially kids), it’s nice when everyone has somewhere to go if you need some downtime. Or time away. Also, I am a proponent of little people having their own room on vacation. Shoot, even if you only have a one bedroom suite or apartment, they can stay in the room, and you can stay in the living room. You just need a door. At home, my kid goes to bed at 8. On vacation, I don’t want to have to go to bed at 8, too. I can stay up until 10! I’m grown. When they are asleep behind their door,  you and your spouse can have some alone time. This can mean grown-up-sexy time, or it can mean playing board games, or watching a movie, or just giggling that you are somewhere else. But it’s awesome. For last week’s vacation, and our trip to Texas last year, we rented houses rented by private owners and found our places on VRBO (Vacation Rental By Owner). I also hear good things about Airbnb. I feel comfortable staying in somebody’s place. That weirds some people out, but it makes me want to take care of it more. And again, if you look at what you are paying for a week away, you really can save some cash.

Comfortable. Really comfortable.

Comfortable. Really comfortable.

3. If You Go See Free Stuff, There Is More Money For Onion Rings

One of the best things about Washington, DC, is that much of the sites are free. The Smithsonian Museums have free admission (with some exhibits having a charge, but not most), and the monuments are just there waiting for you to walk up and discover them. And that means you can spend more money or food or getting around, or seeing other things that do have an admission charge. And DC has some breathtakingly beautiful free stuff.

You can see things that went to space FOR FREE.

You can see things that went to space FOR FREE.

4. You Get a Vacation, and They Get a Vacation, and It Doesn’t Have to be the Same Vacation

We have a toddler. And they don’t always get the point of all of the places you go. Well, actually, they get a point, but it might not be the point you get. At the Museum of Natural History, we all loved the large elephant in the middle of the center hall. My son’s other favorite parts were the gift shop, the steps that led upstairs, the steps that led back down, the worm that he manhandled (baby-handled?) when the museum guides let him pet it (so happy my kid didn’t squish that worm and traumatize all the other kids. Drama.) On our walks to whatever we were seeing, he was in awe of all of the trucks in the city, and the train, and called out the names of each one. The thing is, there are amazing things to see, and your kid, or even your adult relatives might take different things away from them, on their level. Because to them, it’s something new and cool and big and fascinating. And an adventure. And sometimes, you land on ground that’s a little more common. The steps of the Lincoln Memorial make me emotional because of the amazing things that have happened on them, like this, and this, and the mood around the statue of Lincoln inside is one of reverence. As we stood looking at it, my son pointed to him and said “Guy?” And we said “Yes, his name was Abe.” And the boy pointed to his feet and said “Shoes?” (he always wants to know if people are wearing proper footwear. I am not making this up). And as we left, he turned back and said, “Bye, Abe!” See? We all liked the same thing, but for different reasons. And then the steps, of course. Because he is two. But we all enjoyed ourselves.

Our old friend Abe. Who is wearing shoes.

Our old friend Abe. Who is wearing shoes.

5. The Familiar is Sometimes the Most Precious

I grew up in Baltimore, and we took many school trips to DC. And like I said before, I used to work in the city, and drove past those monuments and museums every day. But sometimes when we live close to something, you aren’t driving past it thankful for the chance to live near such amazing things. Sometimes, you go past them like you are driving past  the grocery store. And all of that majesty becomes mundane. And that should never happen. What a gift it is to live near beauty and history, and to take advantage of it by actually seeing it and experiencing it.

And that leads me to the most familiar, yet precious things I have: my family. Vacations give you time to unwind and see stuff, but also to see each other. You put the bills, and the telemarketers and work aside, and you get to breathe. Together. And hopefully, you take the closeness, and the wonder, and the happy home with you. Vacations should be restorative, and not a Band-Aid. They illuminate the good things that you have. And that those things are still good when you get home. And THAT’s a good vacation.

 

The best sights I saw.

The best sights I saw.

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