It's not often anyone gets to take a seven week vacation, especially one where your job is still paying you as though you were sitting at your desk for eight hours each day, slaving away. While I was technically working for the six weeks I was in Africa, there were times when my job definitely felt like it was an all paid for vacation. A few complaints may have found their way to my lips. I may have wasted my time here and there, and not basked in the entirety of Botswana's glory like I ought to have. I may have been eager to come home on occasion. But looking back on the experience, it was an incredible journey that, two weeks later, has quickly turned into a memory. This week I woke up to my wake up call from reality, and reality was far more eager to welcome me back than I was willing to accept. Although I've only been back to reality for four days, four days is the longest I've gone with out driving or flying to a different state (or country) in the last four weeks. Now I'm back in the office, sitting at my desk, and staring at a computer screen for eight hours a day, but my mind can't help wonder back to all of this...
My 3 in 1 trip home
Trip #1:
Home...pictures n/a
Trip #2:
Island Park, Idaho
Where boating, tubing, waking boarding, 4 wheeling, go-carting (is that a word?), family, and laughing ensued







Trip #3:
San Franciscio, California
Where Giants games, running along the Embarcadero with my Dad, crab sandwiches, Hamburgers at Reds, fresh sourdough bread, Pier 39, and a little bit of heaven took place


I'd be lying if I said I wasn't tired after all of my traveling, but I will ensure you all, it's been WELL worth the stinging eyes, constant yawns, and dozing off in meetings.
7 comments:
Ooh, I keep forgetting to ask about your SF trip -- I so want to go there. I could use some good sour dough bread about now.
No one can every claim you don't like to get out & explore life! You're one adventurous girl.
Are you suffering from some serious jet-lag?? The cabin was so fun with all of you! I haven't been to SF forever, we all need to go....
vacations are great. looks like you had some great ones. i'm totally jealous.
okay I am jealous
That sounds like so much fun! It's great that your able to go traveling to so many different places. Enjoy these days!
weird...... I just drempt (is that a word?! 'dreamed') that you and I were going to the airport to go to Chicago and you got lost... I was going crazy and woke up worried about you!!ahg
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