Life doesn’t get much better than this—I’m writing and reading blogs while flipping between two of my favorite sporting events on television: the Tour de France (today’s stage is the first in the Alps) and the British Open, where, stunningly, Greg Norman—newly married to tennis superstar Chris Evert, yikes—leads.
Vacation’s over. Done. I’m back to the land of errands and chores and parenting (yes, we never parent while traveling—please note the sarcasm dripping onto my keyboard) and exercising and obligations and bedtimes. It’s not all bad. In some ways, I’m feeling refreshed from our trip—getting out of routine, seeing cool things, sleeping with fresh ocean breezes wafting over me, eating well. Now, I’m able to face responsibilities anew. Vacations can be good for that.
The trip was amazing and will definitely go on record as one of our best-ever vacations. Maine dazzled with stunning landscapes (green mountains and rugged coast), hot but not miserable weather, and remarkable foodstuffs (blueberries and lobsters). Let’s just say I wasn’t the only visitor from our entourage (14 family members total) who picked up a real estate booklet to dream and scheme about owning a home in Maine.
Oh, we can dream, can’t we?
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