Weekend Getaway Fun

So, Hubby and I had a good weekend. We decided to take a little getaway. Not far, but far enough. It wound up being just about perfect.

We did something totally unheard of. We SLEPT IN. Like, did not get up until we just woke up naturally. Neither of us could remember the last time that happened. After that it was just a nice, casual day. Eating good food that I did not have to cook or clean up. Wandering around a city and finding beautiful places like this

smack-dab in the middle of the city. Who knew?

In that same day, we commandeered a computer in the hotel's complementary guest business center to check out the results of our recent session with Photographer Friend. We were both very, very pleased. Hubby wanted some new author photos, and as long as pictures were being taken, Photographer Friend took some of us together, too. She has a gift. That's for sure. So much so that we looked through our photos twice, fully ignoring the dirty looks and exasperated huffs of the pre-teen girls who were very unhappy that we were taking so long on the computer and they could not use it to play games (that Little Brother would totally know all about, but of which I am clueless) and other pre-teen computer stuff (which is what they were doing most every time we'd tried to get a computer for ourselves).

The main reason for choosing our destination was this:

It's a Komodo Dragon. There were two visiting the zoo for the summer and Hubby just HAD TO SEE THEM. He was so taken that he purchased a stuffed toy Komodo Dragon. For himself. I was not as enthralled. These are ginormous lizards that go on murderous reptilian rampages through their home island of Komodo, leaving their prey for dead and then coming back later to eat them. Whether they are fully dead yet or not. They are not nice lizards. Not nice at all.

This guy was more to my liking.

We also spent a day hiking in a stunning park. I got to indulge my love of rocks. (Yes, I love rocks. I'm a dork wad. We've established this already. I love rocks so much I have framed pictures of them in my bathroom and mason jars full of them around the house. I love mason jars, too. But that's beside the point.) It was beautiful and strenuous (We had to climb not just hills and rocks, but stairs. Lots and lots of stairs.) and fun and lovely and totally worth the soreness incurred the next day.

Upon returning home, we saw that our yard was in bloom. The Rose of Sharon bushes were blooming, the Gerbera daisies were blooming, and the hanging baskets were blooming. It was like our home was welcoming us home.

And even though the weekend was truly wonderful, it was equally wonderful to walk through the back door, drop the bags, and sink into the couch.

And although it's always grand to see new places and new things, there is no feeling like falling asleep on your very own pillow in your very own bed.