For one thing, I’m not sure going up to Saratoga on a delivery trip/help with the boys trip can be considered a vacation. It’s more like a working vacation. Or, more specifically, a workout vacation. We did a lot of walking and I did a lot of carrying of little boys.
We did, however, get to see the springs this time around. This particular spring has the water that smells/tastes like sulfur. How do I know it tastes the way it smells? Yes, I did taste it. The little guy did not.
We also went to the library where they have lots of activities for toddlers, the children’s museum, going to the track, and Big Truck Day. Hmm… it is beginning to seem more vacation than work, eh?
I also was thrilled at the serendipity of being in the right place at just the right time to meet up with a friend. The visit was much too short but we did manage to get to the world’s best used bookstore. Really a must for a pair of writers, wouldn’t you say?
One of the days there involved going out to dinner at a house that was converted into a Creole restaurant. We were a little hesitant about going with a 3 month old and a two year old after reading the reviews that called the place ‘romantic’ and ‘intimate.’ There was some concern people would frown upon seeing us arrive with a couple of little boys. Our fears were baseless. We had a room all to ourselves – a converted bedroom. It was the perfect size for our party of six. The food was great, the 3 month old slept the entire time, and the 2 year old was a perfect gentleman prompting compliments on how well behaved he was.
Then there was the warning from the GPS that was entirely new to me: “Watch out! Road kill on the road ahead!” They weren’t kidding!