Monday, August 15, 2005

Viva La Fiesta!

So, I'm back from my trip to California. Not once did I stare at other people's children and miss mine. I spoke to my family almost every night, and the one who missed me most was my husband. He has strictly forbidden me from dying or leaving him. He's not keen on single parenting after two weeks alone with his progeny. I had contented evenings reading and studying alone. I experienced a treasure of a seminar during the days. Thanks, Kate. I ran to the beach almost every morning. The reciprical gym I found offered free valet parking. Twas fancy. The weather was gorgeous. I now believe the line in that song, "It never rains in California, but girl, let me warn ya."
My dear friend Helen visited with me there over the weekend, since my seminar was only on weekdays. She and I were unaware that Santa Barabara was celebrating Spanish Fiesta Days when planning this trip, but we took in all the crazy sights and sounds. Spanish dancing and singing, craft fairs, great Mexican food and beer. And did you know California has great wine? . Helen and I decided to go dancing one evening and learned something about how very different people dance these days than when we were in college. Dirty dancing is in, and it was to our advantage to dance with each other rather than take up one of the many offers from men to have sex with our clothes on in this public place.
The next morning Helen and some people from my seminar went whale watching. Three hours into the four hour tour, a gorgeous humpback female spent a good 30 minutes playing around our boat. She twisted, turned, dove up and back down. She showed off her magnificent giant body, fins, and flippers. Her tail was simply huge. Did you know whales have bad breath? What came out of her blowhole indicated she was distinctly fishy. She swam within five feet of boat. It was a fine experience.
I trained in my seminar the next five days and was anxious to get home by the last day. My children and husband greeted me at the airport, and I am so happy to be home. My husband bought me roses, and cooked breakfast for supper. The taste of the eggs from our farm is unequaled.There's nothing like crawling into my own bed again. I'm easing my way back into the daily grove. I love this Tennessee life.

2 comments:

thicket dweller said...

Okay, this is completely and totally unfair. After reading your posts, I want your life.

Thicket Dweller, who is currently fighting a cold, nursing to health a child with swimmer's ear, has never been to California, in fact, hasn't been ANYWHERE in the last five years, and has waited until eight o'clock this evening for dinner because there's no food in the house and no one else knows how to shop for groceries. Ugh. The bonus is, husband is heading out for Subway.

truevyne said...

Dear Thicket,
Hear that thunder in the distance? It's your motorcycle calling, "Road Trip!"