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back to life, back to reality

Back from our two week vacation. We drove to California. That's right - DROVE - from Indiana. In addition to our normal 2 adults + 3 kids, we took my mom along, making us a big party of six. We avoided any major meltdowns, illnesses, injuries, or car problems. We did spend a few hours in colorful Gallup, New Mexico, getting an oil change on the way back. Learned a lot about life on the Navajo reservation and what it feels like to be the racial minority.

The best parts of our trip were the times we spent with family. In Utah, we saw David's brother Jamie's family, though Jamie himself wasn't there. The kids were so happy to see cousins! I also have a cousin in Salt Lake and we were able to go out to dinner with her and her family. In Nevada, we visited David's sister Bethany and her family, and then on to San Francisco to visit sister Molly and her family. In Reno and Frisco both we were able to meet new cousins Bella and Benjamin. Then we went to southern California and spent four days with grandma, grandpa, and great-grandma. We even spent one day at Disneyland.

On the drive back, we took a detour to Santa Fe and I was FINALLY able to visit the Georgia O'Keeffe museum! That was really great for me. I've loved her work since 1994 and never made the effort to stop in Santa Fe on our other drives out there. It was smaller than I'd hoped but still worth the 2 hours of extra driving. Santa Fe was really interesting anyway.

Pictures to follow.

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