We're back. I feel relaxed and rested, and even better, I've been bitten by the travel bug again: life breathes with excitement anew! We have children, and can travel with them!
You all were right: Telluride is beautiful. It is surrounded on three sides by mountains, with a gigantic cascading waterfall descending one of them, glorious trees all around, a lovely river. Our hotel--which cost us an arm and a leg--was super-duper-fancy-we'll-never-be-able-to-afford-that-again. The bluegrass was fantastic. The kids did great. We got a babysitter our last night there and got to have fancy French food, including a chocolate molten cake that shall never be repeated, all by ourselves. We had a grown-up conversation.
And there were all the things that didn't happen: no major illnesses, no flat tires, no botched reservations or lost tickets, and our house was still standing when we returned, full of the stuff it had in it when we left.
Best of all, we got to have time together as a family, in the absence of computers and deadlines and places-to-be. We all thrived on the spontaneity of it, the loosening of rules and routines. We can't wait to do it again.
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