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Last couple of rides before vacation felt really good.
Sadly, I can't really remember anything beyond that.
Vacation hangover sucks. Vacation started out horribly -bumped from our scheduled flight on a technicality, then wrong way on a train... but eventually we made it to the inn.
It was a gorgeous victorian house with a fantastic garden and period dining room, parlor, etc. Our room had a giant spa tub that came up to our necks when we sat in it, and the bed was actually softer than my bed at home (thicker featherbed than mine).
Weather was gorgeous- 65 degrees and sunny. We walked a lot and ate a lot and bought quite a bit of chocolate. Concert was good though I got really sad near the end, I was like a little kid that wants Christmas to last forever.
Last day we missed my friend but met up with hubby's, had great coffee, walked too much, and had soup that seemed mostly made of butter with a bit of crab, tomato, and wine.
I was beyond exhausted on the flight home and too tired to sleep, and then we stopped for some food and hubby's tummy started to act up, so I drove us the last few miles, slept 5 hours, then got up and got the kiddo off to school.
I want more vacation now please.
Hubby wants to move to San Francisco.
Sorry, I like vacation, but I like horses more. :)