- I missed my very first flight. Not a big deal, it turns out, except that my luggage went to my original airport destination while I did not.
- Brett's work spoils him with his hotel room.
- Nauvoo is a very long way away from Northbrook. But Brett made me laugh uncomfortably hard the entire way.
- The original door is in the Carthage jail. With the original bullet hole. Pretty cool.
- We got privagte tours at Carthage and the Nauvoo Temple. It's like they were all just there for us...
- Did a session at the Nauvoo Temple. Amazing, beautiful temple. Great experience.
- Brett asked if he could call the Bridge Toll Taker a Troll. I married the perfect man.
- We crossed the Mississippi three times. Does this sound right to you?
- Arby's in Des Moines serves chicken soup. They also have mustard. Gross.
- I saw a Bald Eagle hanging out in a tree outside Burlington. I mean, just hanging out. Not in a zoo. It. Was. Amazing. I'm still geekin' out.
About an hour out of Northbrook, I tried to curl my toes, ya know, give 'em a little stretch. But I couldn't. Bad sign. I reached down and felt my calf. It was rock hard and twice it's usual size. Uh-oh. But Brett was fast asleep. So I kept on until 20 minutes outside the city, pulled over, poked him in the eye, and made him drive. I could barely walk back into the hotel. My feet wouldn't go into my shoes. BUT! we got to sleep in until 12:44 the next day. Awesome.
The rest of the trip consists of delicious food, lots of sleeping, hot tubbing, swimming, and getting lost. I really appreciate the introduction to new and delicious food, but I resent the fact that all those wonderful restaurants are in a far-away land that I may never visit again.
By the end of the week, I missed the kids so much, I was very ready to go home. My luggage got lost again, but I got upgraded to first class and got free t.v. syooooo, I'm not complainin'. Most of my clothes were in Brett's luggage anyway (weighing in at a hefty 49 lbs!)
It was really nice being disconnected from the world. I still feel misplaced being home. I wake up expecting a nice, clean hotel room. But I guess I prefer the 6:30 morning call from Kembry (growing pains again, poor thing) and the incoherent morning ramblings of the boy. He's hilarious.