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Tuesday, May 1, 2007


In Europe, I love that they talk about vacations as going on a holiday. Something about saying, "I'm taking a holiday" sounds so much more glamorous than vacation.

One shouldn't be choosy I suppose. Vacations, holidays, travels. All good things.

I've had my share of great travels.

My parents enjoyed taking us on many family vacations growing up. From Arizona to DC to Florida to various road trips.

I participated in a student exchange program to Moscow, Russia when I was fourteen. I learned a lot about life, myself and this world on that trip. It was an amazing, exhilirating, terrifying experience that I wouldn't trade for anything.

In college, my travels continued. I spent spring break one year in Virginia Beach, Virginia. (Drooling over my aunts cute neighbor Kevin, I guess I always had a thing for the older man.)

The following year I spent almost my entire Christmas break in Florida with Abbie. To this day, we still talk about that trip. Two very full days in the car on the way there. In a Volvo wagon. Smooshed in the backseat with a carseat between us. Oh, I didn't mention we went there with a family we nannied.

We could have very well written the Nanny Diaries on that trip alone.

Though we were "working", the two of us went broke on that trip. Again, another trip I wouldn't have traded.

Later that year I went on a Caribbean Cruise, where I fulfilled my lifelong dream of getting my hair in those tiny tiny braids. I don't think my dirty blonde hair has ever been lighter.

I met J the following year. A few days after meeting, I left for Stockholm and Jonkoping, Sweden with Anne. Fulfilling another life long plan/ go to Sweden.

Once J and I started dating, I didn't have such wanderlust.

Yes I still needed to get to Chicago. Still needed to get to Michigan.

Here and there trips.

And J accomodated, went along sometimes. Stayed behind other times.

Before we got married we went to London, England for three days on our way to Athens, Greece.

While I do admit, I've loved each of my European trips. London is my favorite.

The cobblestone walkways, the busy pubs, the double decker busses. But the part that I think made it my favorite was being young, in love, hand in hand with J.

We flew to Athens a couple days later to visit Megan. Had a lovely time visiting, seeing her life, touching the Meditteranean Sea.

We married, went on our honeymoon and settled into our new life.

We went on our occasional weekend trips.
We've taken vacations with the kids.
I've accompanied J on a couple work trips.

But a few months ago I realized that beyond a weekend sort of thing, J and I have not taken a "holiday" in a long time.

We get so busy, so caught up in daily life and responsibilities.

We try to do date nights and such, and just a week ago were able to celebrate our anniversary.

To me, love is taking a holiday with your favorite person.

So this week we're getting ready to leave H with my parents. We'll leave T and M with their mom. We don't leave until Saturday, yet I am so excited.

We're taking a holiday to San Francisco.
Just me. And him.
PS...Thank you for all the emails and notes about the moving of the blog. I promise all is well.
PPS...I'm sure I'll post again before we leave on our trip, I'm just so excited though!
PPPS...I might have changed my mind about mornings after getting two very poky individuals out the door today only for them both to come home crying/tattling about what the other did or said at the bus stop. As I gave my final hugs goodbye I said, I think I changed my mind about mornings. We're a little ways away from enjoyment yet.


Blogger The Lindahl News said...

Let me be the first to comment on your new "Holiday" blog! Welcome to a new address, too.

Isn't the word "holiday" so lovely?
I think we should start a movement to bring that word here, across the pond, and ditch the word "vacation" because that sounds so U.S.A.-ish and relating to the foibles of Chevy Chase's on film.

You and J have a wonderful time!

April 30, 2007 at 10:25 PM  
Blogger amb said...

I love the word "holiday" too, it sounds more exciting! maybe it's just the fact that it's european sounding, but it still sounds better than vacation.

have a fun holiday...i know you will love the time together and all your adventures. can't wait to hear about them when you get back!

May 1, 2007 at 7:50 AM  
Blogger melissa said...

holidays are, indeed, a lovely thing. i hope you enjoy yours immensely and come back well-rested and fully connected with one another. our own holiday this past weekend was such a nice chance to get away from the 'routine' of life and enjoy one another. have a great time!

May 1, 2007 at 9:26 AM  
Blogger Kendra Wiggins said...

I couldn't agree more! I love that you are going on a holiday with just you two! I would also be excited...have so much fun!!!

May 1, 2007 at 11:15 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Oh Yes I remember that wonderful week here in VA. Every chance you had you were watching Kevin.. :) He is now married and has a baby due n Aug.
I also perfer Holiday over Vacation.
You and J have a great holiday together. Can't wait to here all about it.
Love you Auntie.

May 1, 2007 at 11:43 AM  
Blogger LeRoy Dissing said...

Wow...have a great time Samara. We will miss you but hope to see lots of pics of your trip :)

May 1, 2007 at 8:09 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

I left my heart in San Francisco, Samara! Having grown up there, it is by far my favorite city! I hope that you two have/had a spectacular time!

May 4, 2007 at 9:03 AM  

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