Who was it that sang I Left My Heart in San Francisco? Tony Bennett (according to Google -- my most "trusted" resource). I left something in Logan, UT...
Well, we recently returned from a "vacation"...if you could call it that. I have been trying to decide how I wanted to write up this post and, seeing as how I have been talking at length to other people about our recent adventure, I didn't feel like writing anything.
But...here I am...
Let me start out by saying that we learn a lot on every trip that we've ever gone on. For example, we have learned that when people are packing up your necessities for a trek through the Peruvian Andes, it is very important to make sure that all items are secured properly (or your backpack will fall out on some remote, dusty road in the middle of nowhere).
Another example: you can never be too dry and paying a few Euros for a shower on a day like this is well worth it. And, early on during this trip, we have also learned that “sharing” a bed (I use that term loosely) with a 10-month-old will result in NO ONE getting any sleep.
In addition: if you are going to need emergency surgery while on vacation, do it when you are (1) close to a hospital and (2) have grandparents who are willing to take a 10-month-old at a moment’s notice (along with limited instructions: “just give her some milk and whatever you eat.”). See the picture below? I had no idea that what I was about to encounter.
In a nutshell, our vacation went like that. The best part was: we got to drive home (2 days) with said infant in the backseat of the car who began screaming each time we even approached the pickup truck.
I think the worst part was not being able to spend as much good, quality time with family. Like Kyra's favorite cousin:
I also left something in Logan, UT: my appendix. I guess you don’t need that anyhow.