There's no place like home

Well, I'm back. I've been on vacation for nearly 2 weeks. First a few days in Fernandina Beach with my posse. Then a trip to the mountains of North Carolina for a vacation alone with my hubby. Both were fantastic, but there's no place like home.

Girls weekend in Fernandina Beach. We would make our annual trip an entire week, but we laugh so much that more than just a couple of days and we'd all have hurt ourselves. As it is, with only a weekend, my face muscles are sore. And, let's face it, my liver couldn't take more than just a few days of cocktails that begin before lunch and don't end until . . .hmmm . . .can't remember. Imagine that! Then there's the workout my credit card gets from shopping, eating, drinking, etc. Yes, it's fun, but we must limit ourselves to a few days. Somebody might get hurt. 

The mountains were VERY PEACEFUL. That's something I don't get a lot of around here - peace and quiet. Not with dogs, kids, a neighborhood where everyone schedules their lawn maintenance on different days so there's always a constant hum of weed wackers and riding lawn mowers (c'mon people, let's all agree to Tuesdays and Thursdays only!!!). Phones, work, etc. 

The mountains were not only peaceful, but cool. I had no idea my hair could look as good as Farrah in her red swimsuit heydays?!? No humidity will do that for a girl. Hubby and I had a mountaintop view from our private hotel balcony, which we enjoyed immensely. And on our very first night there, we stayed up past midnight talking about everything EXCEPT kids, dogs, work, and home renovations. It was kinda like a second honeymoon!

I was most proud of myself on my mountain vacation. I hiked, managed the constantly swinging temperatures and didn't hurl even once on the twisty mountain roads. I even managed to breathe in elevations above sea level. And, like my friend SandArt says, "See you CAN leave your homestate of Florida and not implode."