Pulling into my sister's condo, I shifted into vacation mode...late night dinners, late to bed, sleeping in, laying around until noon, getting up early to get to the mountains, swimming all afternoon, eating ice cream....I love this short term rhythm of life.
Me and my wonderful sister
This is what it was ~ vacation. On previous trips, I felt like I was going home. This time, I knew I wasn't home. This "overflowing with beauty" culture was no longer my home. With every new exploration, I felt as though I was looking through tourist eyes and not local eyes. I did miss my quiet Maine home, a place to breath, a place to retreat from hurrying and people. Yet, as a vacationer, I was able to appreciate the joys of being a tourist...oohing and aaahing over every new thing. Exclaiming, along with the children, "Look at that!"
Our trip out West was truly a gift. The family time, the friend time, the sight seeing time. All of this was more than we could imagine. As I browse through the photos, I remember. I remember being there and just being present. Enjoying each moment as it came and loving it all.