Except for an occasional long road trip we are pretty much homebodies. We dearly love our home and don't find too many reasons to leave. However as we laid around our hotel room aimlessly for an hour on Saturday morning I realized that maybe there is something to this whole "getaway" thing. Since you're away from home the kitchen sink doesn't need to be scrubbed...there isn't yard work...or schoolwork. You get away. So with that new-found understanding of vacation, our 22 hours in San Diego were fantastic...
The hotel package was perfect, right down to the slices of apple pie waiting for us in our room when we got back from the game. I joked that I wanted extra innings of baseball and I ended up getting two of them (this had Sean thinking that I have some weird ability to request sporting event occurrences since there was also the time that I jinxed Phil Mickelson). Before heading back home we had an early lunch gobbling down bacon cheeseburgers and wandered around the local antique malls. We would love to go back for this exact little getaway every year...it was just simple and so much fun...and there was not a dirty kitchen sink in sight.
