After two back-to-back weekend trips in March (to Baltimore for a dear friend's wedding and Vegas for the husband's birthday), I was burned out. No trips for a while sounded like a good idea, particularly since the rest of the month was overwhelmed by my busiest work period. I was tired and couldn't muster the excitement to do anything other than have a good night's sleep in my own bed.
This week though, with its spring breeze and happy sunshine, the wanderlust is back. And now, rather than hoping, needing, a quiet weekend at home, all I can think of is where next? how soon?
The answer, dear friends, is Austin. After all of the good things I've heard (admittedly, for some odd reason, I thought the Riverwalk was there although my friend laughingly disabused me of that notion), I've decided, what better place to celebrate an anniversary weekend than the city that likes to keep it weird?
Thus has begun the extensive restaurant researching, the hunt for the best bars in town, the endless debate of car-versus-cab, the wonderful, maddening anticipation of it all. There's nothing better for a planner to do but figure out a vacation. Just thinking about it is half the fun.