My most common answer to this question is, "the last one." I love to travel. I love the experiences of new foods, new cultures, learning the history of a new place. I love the outdoors, so exploring the great outdoors in new places is always a joy. I love traveling with Brian. He is the. best. person to have around when planning a vacation. He literally does everything. I pack my clothes and get in the car.
We've been to London, to the Dominican Republic, to Costa Rica and each was glorious in it's own way. We've been to Colorado many times, to the Pacific Northwest, to Washington D.C. and Pennsylvania, to Florida, to Arkansas and New Mexico. When the pandemic shut the world down, we used our Ireland savings to buy a camper and have enjoyed *almost* every place camping has taken us. (And we're still looking forward to a trip back to the UK at some point.) We've been with our kids when they were still at home, with friends and all our kids (can you say w.i.l.d.?), with friends and no kids, and in recent years, lots of trips are just the two of us. I've loved them all.
One of my very favorite, though one of our simplest trips, was a road trip through Colorado and New Mexico. Brian planned the whole thing, with us staying in private, non-chain motels each night (and one night of car camping) and eating either from our car and an ice chest or in non-chain, local restaurants. We hiked many miles, climbed the Manitou Incline, explored Taos Earthships, sat very still while deer wandered into our campsite. It was simple and peaceful. Even though we covered a lot of miles, it never felt rushed. I'd do it all again in a heartbeat. I recognize it was all that it was because of the work Brian did beforehand to plan it so well and I will never not appreciate him.
I can pack a bag in record time, so I'm just sitting at the ready for the next trip.
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