I believe everything happens for a reason and time will tell why this vacation was filled with so many disappointments. But I'm not going to dwell on them. I am going to see the positives. We got to spend lots of time with my son and lots of time with his girl's family. They were the kind of people you feel like you have known for years. From the 4 hours we spent in the security room at the Luxor filling out paperwork and taking fake mugshots with the brothers to the fabulous dinners we shared in Boulder, it was a laugh a minute. And you know me, I love funny. I got to see how this wonderful young lady handled disasters and was so impressed with her level head and thoughtful ways with my son. They will have a good life in Boulder. Colorado is a friendly, healthy state. The people are welcoming and the lifestyle is a little more slower paced. We ate every night at a different restaurant on Pearl Street. The Walnut Street Brewery being my favorite. If you are ever in town try the Pub Tips.....to die for! There are street performers, great shops and I have never seen so many dreadlocks and bicycles in my life. I wonder how I'd look with dreads? I loved the atmosphere.
We got home last night and I was so happy to see all my animals in good health because I told my friends, that were taking care of them, if anything happened don't tell me because I didn't want any more bad news while I was trying to vacation. The hens are laying like crazy and my friend sold about 6 dozen eggs while I was gone. The pigs had to tell me all about their horrible time being confined to their pen while I was gone and Penne got to come out of the goat pasture. Today was a day of returning the rental car, laundry, regrouping, cleaning out stalls and gathering eggs. I love my animals. They ground me.
On our trip we traveled through 10 different states. I had every intention of scouring the countryside to find a place for my "proper farm" but I was never so glad to get back to my mini farm and my "Life Beyond the Sidewalks."
As we drove home Hubby said to me, "If you'd have told me I would be pumping gas in Casper, Wyoming into a red Chevy HHR with New York license plates, in my wife's jean jacket, I'd have said you were crazy!"
The cowboy next to him sure thought he was.