Minus the 'inter,' but National Traveler just sounded weird.
In the past two weeks I went to three places I'd never been: Manassas, Virginia; Jackson Hole and the Grand Canyon. Virginia was great except I couldn't find my way around and I can find my way around the entire state of Utah so that was a huge hit to my pride. But it was a lovely state with lots of trees and slow, considerate drivers.
I went to Jackson Hole with Nat and the kids. I loved having some quality time with those rascals because I feel like I never see them. I drew about 800 helicopters, spiders, kites, and fishies for him on the magnadoodle over the many hours in the car. Poor Nat even had to put up with me while I was being cranky with the two children. It was like she had 3 kids for a day. Sorry Nat, but thanks again for taking me. I love the place and I loved watching her brother in the Lotoja race.
On Sunday I woke up in Jackson Hole, Wyoming and went to sleep in a hotel with Mom on the Utah/Arizona border. We went to the Grand Canyon on Monday and Mom told me stories about working there as a kid and about she and dad meeting and getting married in a whirlwind. I absolutely loved every minute of the weekend.
What a travelog right? Sorry for the bore-fest. My one message: I love my family so much. It's sad to be separated from them. I'm so grateful that the best is yet to come.
P.S. I got a job in Manassas, Virginia so I'll have to start updating this more for my official fan club.
P.P.S. I love Matt