joni mitchell said her heart cried out for it. the mamas & the papas dreamt about it.
and...i'd never seen it.
never even been close. california was unreal to me-a glittery dreamscape of imagery that i could only think about, but never truly touch. even now, home from my trip armed with a suitcase full of memories, i don't think i really touched it. there was no way to. no way to wrap my mind around the beauty and savor it.
robert and i are from the south. and in north carolina, if you're vacationing, chances are you're headed south to myrtle beach. though there's something to be said of the fabulous kitsch that has permeated those shores, we wanted -- dreamed of--something more. we have a tradition of taking one big vacation a year before children come to bless our lives. last year-the hot air ballon festival in albuquerque, new mexico. this was something else. it was here i fell in love with green chile sauce, old churches bursting at the seams with history, and adobe architecture.
albuquerque hot air balloon fiesta-2009
this trip was special. we started in seattle, washington and drove to los angeles, california. 1,700 miles, all along the pacific coast highway. when i wasn't gripping the sterring wheel out of sheer fear of falling off the edge of the cliffs, it was a sight to behold.
mountains married to the sea-what an idea.
but you know what? home is equally as lovely. because it's just that-home. and traveling is fabulous. truly one of the most wonderful things in the world. but nothing beats sleeping in your own bed.