I love to travel and see new places, but there is really nothing quite like coming home.
We had a great time during our two-week trip to Texas, and it was nice to have a warm, sunshiney break from the cold northern winter (although we did find it a little ironic that two days before we head for home Texas gets hit with a snow storm that typically happens once a decade). We spent our first weekend in San Antonio, and minus a few flight issues and lost luggage on our way there, we had a fun time exploring the city. We spent a lot of time on the Riverwalk, which is a really neat place with beautiful architecture, restaurants, and shops. My favorite part was being able to dine al fresco, because I really do think food tastes better when you eat it outside. We found some neat eateries, and had some good Tex-Mex cuisine while we were there. It felt great to walk around in short sleeves and flip-flops again!
We spent the rest of the two weeks in the country side of central Texas, so we got to see the “real” Texas life as well. I’ve never seen sunsets as brilliant and beautiful as the ones we saw there…it was absolutely breathtaking. I also really appreciated the higher-than-average speed limits…seventy miles on country roads gets you where you’re going pretty fast!
We arrived back in New York on Saturday, and were promptly reminded that it is indeed still very much winter here. That isn’t all a bad thing, in my book, since I’m actually not quite ready to pack away the scarves and sweaters and winter boots. Today is cold and very windy, so I don’t think I will be stepping foot outside any more than absolutely necessary! All I want to do is be in my warm home, clean something (i’ve pretty much been on a vacation for the last two weeks and just want to clean something, anything!), whip something up in my kitchen, and drink something warm and cozy all day.
It’s good to be home.
What about you: do you find yourself loving to travel, but loving to come home as well?
I’d love to hear your thoughts!
