Day 33

We have woken up in our little motel room before the sun is fully up in order to get to the Grand Canyon and still have time to make the most of this day. It is 8:30 a.m. and we have been on the road for a little over an hour, and J puts on "John Denver and the Muppets, a Christmas Together." He plays the song "The Twelve Days of Christmas," which features a different muppet singing each verse, and he explains to me that he's going to do each voice, singing along in time with the song, and then, once the song is over, I should tell him which voice he does the best, and I ask him if maybe, just perhaps, it's too early for this?

Homeward bound, part three

Leaving California and beginning our trek east means we are on the way home. We still have many miles to go and lots to see and it won't, by any means, be a short trip, but psychologically, it's comforting. I feel like I need to defend myself when I say I'm excited about going home - remind whoever I'm talking to that this has been the best vacation and I'll never forget it - but I guess it's somewhat understandable. We're living out of a suitcase and, I mean, it's getting to be the Christmas season and we're ready to relax at home (even considering the obvious fact that we don't, technically, have a place to to live - a house of our own - just yet).

We're having the time of our lives, too, but my mom always says that the sign of a good vacation is that you're ready to go home. We're definitely geared up to make the most of this last part, however, so that when we do make it back to our family and friends we'll have good stories to tell. And so, so much laundry to do.