Not being a native Californian, I missed out on a rite of passage. Apparently, all fourth graders are required to study and build one of the 21 missions that stretch from San Diego to San Francisco.
I’m kinda bummed I wasn’t a kid here.
I’ve been to Vegas three times in my life. The first: when my husband surprised me with a trip and we eloped. The second: when I attended a conference. And then our most recent trip as a family. The first time, it was new and exciting. And I got married, so there’s that. The second time I was completely frazzled. It took what seemed hours to find a restaurant on the Strip (nestled so evilly within a casino). The visual overstimulation wore me out. This time, my son and I were accompanying my husband while he attended the Consumer Electronics…
I’m a huge fan of Christmas (my husband? not so much). It’s all about traditions, and my family instilled a few in me that I’ve passed on to our son. Ever since I can remember, whenever we’d travel, we would pick up an ornament that would remind us of our travels. Starfish Santas from the beach. Cajun treats from Louisiana. When I left for college, my mother gingerly packed up the ornaments that were “mine” (including my first pick: a ceramic Wonder Woman I chose at age 3. Still my best decision ever) and I started my own tree-dition.