Transported
We arrived home late yesterday afternoon, tired and hungry and happy, trying hard to hang onto that post-vacation glow. And "vacation" isn't really even the right word, because it was so much more than that.
It was physical and mental distance from the many tribulations of the past couple of years.
It was the highest-quality quality time we've had in ages.
It was sights and sounds and smells and tastes we'd never experienced before.
It was sunsets and thunderstorms and the bluest water we've ever seen.
It was foreign tongues and universal gestures.
It was world capitals and tiny villages, islands and mountains, mopeds and ferries.
It was unplugged and wi-fi.
It was no alarm clocks.
It was dessert every day, sometimes more than once.
It was the Parthenon and the Eiffel Tower and dirt roads and olive groves.
It was 18 days with my one true love.
It was a dream and a reality.
It was a complete surprise.
It was everything I could have wished for.
It was physical and mental distance from the many tribulations of the past couple of years.
It was the highest-quality quality time we've had in ages.
It was sights and sounds and smells and tastes we'd never experienced before.
It was sunsets and thunderstorms and the bluest water we've ever seen.
It was foreign tongues and universal gestures.
It was world capitals and tiny villages, islands and mountains, mopeds and ferries.
It was unplugged and wi-fi.
It was no alarm clocks.
It was dessert every day, sometimes more than once.
It was the Parthenon and the Eiffel Tower and dirt roads and olive groves.
It was 18 days with my one true love.
It was a dream and a reality.
It was a complete surprise.
It was everything I could have wished for.
3 Comments:
W.O.W.
That is so wonderful, Jody. If anyone ever deserved a fantastic getaway, it was you.
p.s. i'm checking in, see, see
awwww, you bring tears to my eyes. So happy for you and Zach!
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