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Home Sweet Home
Nov. 12th, 2008 01:37 amHome.
The trip was fan-tab-u-lous!
It was a 2-week slumber party of giggling interspersed with museum visits, window shopping, mad adventures late at night and unravelling the mystique of the various train systems of France and Italy.
My plane ticket on the way out said "World Traveller", which is fancy plane lingo for "economy class". However, every hurtle in our trip was overcome and we would cheer and say, "why of course we dealt with that. We are, afterall, world travellers." Followed by laughter and then a super-twin fist-bonk and cheer of "Shape of World Travelers".
Highlights:
( museums and conference )
On Travel( World Travelers on the Loose )
Jess was an amazingly patient travel buddy. She cooled her heals with a book while I'd peruse museums. We retreated to our room several times with Bacardi and cokes to play San Juan and Catan. Nary a complaint about any of our interesting hurtles and always willing to wander down one more alley to see what was at the other end. One of the things you have to wonder about before a trip like this is, "will we still like each other when it's over?" All I can say is, "Hell yes!" We will, infact, see each other at work later this week. It will be very hard to resist hugging her... we wouldn't want to break the engineering code of no-contact.
I hear not all the post-cards to the family have arrived, but they didn't all get mailed at the same time.
Now I'm home. It feels good. I fell alseep on the sofa with Super N on my lap and Miss E tucked up under my arm. Then they snuggled me in bed, hogging my pillow. I woke up later, the kids had been put to bed and the hubby was snuggled up next to me.
Home is where the family is. It's good to me home. I doubt I'll take such a long trip without them again.
Edit
You know you're home when
1. There's an unpaid parking ticket from (ahem) July. And even though you paid it (having checked your bank statement!), you find out you got TWO tickets that day, not one, and this is the one for expired tags. So, indeed, there really is an outstanding ticket with lots of money due. (fuck!)
2. No one has gone to the post office to pick up the package that no one signed for while you were gone. So maybe your contact lenses have been returned to sender. (yarg)
3. It's weigh-in day at Weight Watchers and you find yourself wondering how many points are in a croissant and how many more are in a croissant with chocolate, cuz daily breakfast was pastry and coffee. The best news of all is that (drum roll) dragging luggage up and down stairs really is a good calorie burn and I'm only up 1.5 lbs. Which is a freaking miracle based on all the pastry I've been eating and the total lack of fresh fruit/veg I've had for over 2 weeks. Squee!
The trip was fan-tab-u-lous!
It was a 2-week slumber party of giggling interspersed with museum visits, window shopping, mad adventures late at night and unravelling the mystique of the various train systems of France and Italy.
My plane ticket on the way out said "World Traveller", which is fancy plane lingo for "economy class". However, every hurtle in our trip was overcome and we would cheer and say, "why of course we dealt with that. We are, afterall, world travellers." Followed by laughter and then a super-twin fist-bonk and cheer of "Shape of World Travelers".
Highlights:
( museums and conference )
On Travel( World Travelers on the Loose )
Jess was an amazingly patient travel buddy. She cooled her heals with a book while I'd peruse museums. We retreated to our room several times with Bacardi and cokes to play San Juan and Catan. Nary a complaint about any of our interesting hurtles and always willing to wander down one more alley to see what was at the other end. One of the things you have to wonder about before a trip like this is, "will we still like each other when it's over?" All I can say is, "Hell yes!" We will, infact, see each other at work later this week. It will be very hard to resist hugging her... we wouldn't want to break the engineering code of no-contact.
I hear not all the post-cards to the family have arrived, but they didn't all get mailed at the same time.
Now I'm home. It feels good. I fell alseep on the sofa with Super N on my lap and Miss E tucked up under my arm. Then they snuggled me in bed, hogging my pillow. I woke up later, the kids had been put to bed and the hubby was snuggled up next to me.
Home is where the family is. It's good to me home. I doubt I'll take such a long trip without them again.
Edit
You know you're home when
1. There's an unpaid parking ticket from (ahem) July. And even though you paid it (having checked your bank statement!), you find out you got TWO tickets that day, not one, and this is the one for expired tags. So, indeed, there really is an outstanding ticket with lots of money due. (fuck!)
2. No one has gone to the post office to pick up the package that no one signed for while you were gone. So maybe your contact lenses have been returned to sender. (yarg)
3. It's weigh-in day at Weight Watchers and you find yourself wondering how many points are in a croissant and how many more are in a croissant with chocolate, cuz daily breakfast was pastry and coffee. The best news of all is that (drum roll) dragging luggage up and down stairs really is a good calorie burn and I'm only up 1.5 lbs. Which is a freaking miracle based on all the pastry I've been eating and the total lack of fresh fruit/veg I've had for over 2 weeks. Squee!
