Well, I can't hope to be as witty or fun as Ginger, but she graciously gave me the opportunity to blog on her spot while she vacations. Ah, the glory of vacationing and spending time with family and friends.
I love getting ready for a big trip. The planning, the packing, the anticipation. But - once you arrive, there's this immediate sense of let down. I've learned over the years not to get my hopes up too high. Even with visiting family, there's always this initial awkwardness of what to discuss and how to act. Any relationship requires time to feel comfortable. Even one with close relatives.
And then there are those BIG trips, the ones you pay lots of moolah for. Once there, you feel as if you have to do and see EVERYTHING just to get your money's worth. I got to go to Paris this summer for about 7 days. Way too much fun, but now that I've been home a month or more, it feels as if it were all a dream. It happened so fast and we did so much, I never really "absorbed" being there. Bummer that. I have pictures to prove I was there, but my memories are already hazy.
Well, enough rambling. I'm hoping Ginger is having a marvelous time. What are your feelings on vacations and trips spent with family. Fun or torture?