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reflections
Jan. 7th, 2008 10:32 amI feel kind of bad, usually I try to be religious about blogging my vacations. Last year here, I had hundreds of photos a day to sift through, and lots of activities to write up. I guess in 2008 it feels rather familiar. Same relatives, same house, same car trips in the SUV. After a few theme parks they all develop the same sort of rhythm. Schedule the rides, find a bathroom, escape the muzak, read the map.
We didn't get to go to Mexico this year, as our guide was ill and stuck at home in Arizona. We went to the exotic El Agave restaurant in old town in a (mostly successful) attempt to ease the loss of our visit to La Fonda. We also got to spend that extra day going wine tasting in Temecula, which was wonderful.
The blessing of sunny weather was only extended for the first few days of our stay, then a wicked winter front moved in here and across the whole west coast, bringing heavy nighttime rain and gray, daytime drizzle that felt too much like home, but 10F warmer. Mom was disappointed, as she runs on solar power and was hoping to recharge, but I was thankful - it kept the crowds away from Temecula. Thankfully, we did spend our good weather day in DCA, which is right where I would've wanted to spend it. Standing in long theme park lines is only made tolerable by lovely weather.
I feel like I did a lot of following my stomach on this trip — well, more so than usual. Some combination of irregular hours, sleep, food, and activity meant an often-hungry Jon. Which, as many of you know, can be like trying to keep Dr. Jekyll's antidote in stock.
And so as we drive back to the airport at 10:30 for our 16:50 flight (don't ask), it seems like a trip with no resolution. Like the movie adaptation of the vacation has some plot threads left loose. Maybe it's the writer in me, but I usually look for the narrative in my holidays, and this one was more mad libs than masterpiece.
I certainly have no desire to go back to work, and am unsure how I'm going to make a meaningful attempt at recharging after I return.
We didn't get to go to Mexico this year, as our guide was ill and stuck at home in Arizona. We went to the exotic El Agave restaurant in old town in a (mostly successful) attempt to ease the loss of our visit to La Fonda. We also got to spend that extra day going wine tasting in Temecula, which was wonderful.
The blessing of sunny weather was only extended for the first few days of our stay, then a wicked winter front moved in here and across the whole west coast, bringing heavy nighttime rain and gray, daytime drizzle that felt too much like home, but 10F warmer. Mom was disappointed, as she runs on solar power and was hoping to recharge, but I was thankful - it kept the crowds away from Temecula. Thankfully, we did spend our good weather day in DCA, which is right where I would've wanted to spend it. Standing in long theme park lines is only made tolerable by lovely weather.
I feel like I did a lot of following my stomach on this trip — well, more so than usual. Some combination of irregular hours, sleep, food, and activity meant an often-hungry Jon. Which, as many of you know, can be like trying to keep Dr. Jekyll's antidote in stock.
And so as we drive back to the airport at 10:30 for our 16:50 flight (don't ask), it seems like a trip with no resolution. Like the movie adaptation of the vacation has some plot threads left loose. Maybe it's the writer in me, but I usually look for the narrative in my holidays, and this one was more mad libs than masterpiece.
I certainly have no desire to go back to work, and am unsure how I'm going to make a meaningful attempt at recharging after I return.
