For our 10th wedding anniversary, Berta and I stayed over night in Philadelphia. The interesting story is less about what we actually did than what we tried to plan.
Mostly, you wouldn’t call it a plan. Friday night, we dropped the kids off at Mom’s then raced home to decide what to do. It was still early enough to consider flights out of Philadelphia, provided that they were late enough.
We’d been thinking about getting away for a while, specifically to exercise our passports one more time before they expire. Berta has stamps from Mexico, and I’ve got stamps from France, and we both have stamps and visas for India. I thought it would be nice to be “world travelers” and add another stamp to the book before it was retired.
It’s kind of strange explaining these trips we take. It’s like we just need to get away for a while, and it’s not about being pampered or being extravagant (although the travel might seem that way), but more about just getting away from home. And so on Friday night we simply looked for a reasonably cheap flight to anywhere that wouldn’t keep us away longer than the weekend. This is harder than you might think.