Saturday, August 18, 2012

Once upon another life...

A tour across southern Spain and Portugal took two small backpacks, a tiny little rented Seat (Fiat), campsites when we could find them, hostels when we couldn't and we ate like royalty in little hole-in-the wall caf├ęs.  


Fast forward sixteen years...


One overnight camping trip requires a tent bigger than one or two apartments I've lived in, a loaded down Jeep Cherokee (in our defense, the only reason we had stuff up on the roof rack was to leave room for Bella T. Doggie in the back), cooler for pancake fixings and chocolate milk, air mattresses, pillow pets, stuffed animals and a handfull of bedtime books because one wee girlie couldn't choose just one.

I'm forever grateful for that other lifetime.  I carry many precious memories from then.  But I'm even more grateful for this one.  I still have that same hot man by my side so it's not like I've given anything up, really.  Just gained two more to share our adventures with!

2 comments:

Julia said...

It's amazing how children complicate our lives in such a fun way! I sometimes miss just picking up and "roughing it" on a moment's notice and only a few necessities, but like you, I wouldn't trade this time in my life as a mother (and a farmer who is tied down to COWS of all things) for that other time.

Anita said...

One of my daughters went to her first week long camping adventure this summer and loved it!

I'd love to experience the "tent" camping at some point in my life. Husband, who was an Eagle Scout, is not feeling it though.

I'm glad you all enjoy your time together "roughing" it. :)