I just finished the online check-in for my trip to the States. Not the flight over, but the flight home already. It was the first time I even took my laptop out of its case, so I am really glad I lugged the heavy thing all the way across the Atlantic.
A lot of the things we had tentatively planned never got done. I didn’t have a cheeseburger or go to the Streets of Old Milwaukee at the public museum. I didn’t do a lot of shopping or go to the beach. I didn’t restart and begin catching up on my blog.
What I did do was a lot walking with the sister having meaningful conversations such as this:
Her: “I’m glad I have a strong name – did you know Dad wanted to name me “Bonnie”?”
Me: “And Mom wanted to name me Heather!”
Her: “Thought experiment: do you think we would have grown up to be different people if we had had those names?”
Me: “I don’t know. We’d probably be having a different conversation right now. I’d be telling you how I suspected my husband of having an affair with his secretary.”
Her: “And I’d be telling you how much I loved that last romance novel you gave me.”
As usual, we both laughed much too long after this little nugget. It was such a treat to spend three weeks with the person who laughs at all my jokes and knows me best. The perfect therapy.
I will probably be filling out the story of this American vacation in upcoming posts, but for now I am only including the single most important part of the past three weeks: