We've come to the end of it....
It's the first day back in real life, although when vacation was 45 miles away in a house where you are still cooking, cleaning up after everyone and doing laundry, it doesn't exactly seem like PeeWee's Big Adventure.
Not that I'm not grateful for the break from my own house and the pungent city air.
One just has to imagine the different capacities in which vacations come. There's stay-cation, break, long weekend, vacation, adventure, long-term, round-the-world, and I'm a travel writer. This one was a week long break, which is good in it's own way. It's just starting to hit me that travel with family is just not the same as travel on your own. Especially when you're the mama bear.
Also, I think I would have come back more bronzed and beaming had we seen more than an hour of sunshine, total. Not to bitch, but no one is going to read this anyway.
The happiesst I felt was when we were sitting in the warm tub, and Forrest was being light hearted and silly, and we were discussing walrus dongs,and there was a sense on fun and commeraderie, almost as it we had been drinking. But we weren't. Also, that brief moment at the beach when the sun came out, and everyone ceased to looked like a washed out corpse. We were playing soccer, skim boarding, trying to do handstands.
And let's not forget the alphabet game at dinner....
So it was a good time, and I'm sure the further behind me it goes, only the happiest moments will remain, and shining even more brilliantly than at their inception.
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