Home Again
"You can't get there from here." That's the problem with most trips we take.
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Four hours of driving gets us to the Albany airport, where Homeland Security, baggage checking, gate finding, rental car procurement and everything else most people associate with travel begins. Nine hours after leaving home, we arrive in Washington, D.C., only two hours sooner than if we had driven the entire distance.
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Unfortunately, winter traveled with us, but despite that, we had a wonderful few days.
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It was a trip filled with "firsts" for our grandson: first airplane flight, first zoo, first subway ride.
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We saw the cherry blossoms and hiked in Rock Creek Park; the Easter Bunny left some eggs in the yard. It was a chance for four generations to laugh, eat wonderful food and play together.
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On Sunday, we traveled the route in reverse. It was a good trip. We had a wonderful time, but it's good to be home.
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8 comments:
No matter how much fun you have it's always comfy to walk through your own door again.
Welcome home, glad to have you back
Yea! You're back! Glad you had a great trip!
visiting family is always great. glad you had a great time.
your plane ride reminds me of a time we decided to fly down to MS to visit folks on my dad's side of the family.
we drove 2 hours to the airport, changed planes in atlanta where we also had a 2 hour delay, arrived in jackson, ms, waited for luggage, drove 2 hours to my folks. it took us altoghter between 9 and 10 hours to get there. if we had driven it would haven taken 11 hours. luckily a cousin of mine from VA was also visiting down there. we ended up driving back with her even though we had roundtrip tickets.
I'm glad you had a good trip and got to witness so many of your grandsons "firsts".
Still it is always good to come home especially when there are people missing you. Welcome Back!
In the parlance of Messers. Bevis and/or Butt-head:
"KICKASS!"
Welcome home - glad you had this time with your family!
(I reposted this because of typos!)
Welcome home...I too came home last night. *Sigh*
I am ready for one of those jet packs Dick Tracey used. It couldn't be as complicated as flying these days. Im much more comfortable submitting myself to the weather than to the scrutiny of whoever is digging through my luggage.
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