I am discovering the true pleasure of travel is not getting to a destination. It's not ticking off a series of tasks or tourist sights. Travel refreshes in a way difficult to explain. The anticipation and planning, being in a strange new place, then the return, and grateful collapse into your own bed. The entire process seems to hit a reset button in my brain.
My husband and I traveled to California over the weekend. We spent a day and a half in Malibu, and one day in Pasadena. The palm trees were exotic to folks used to pine, aspen, and cottonwood. Seeing and hearing the ocean is always a treat. Exposure to new foods and smells, the color of the sky, the feel of the air on my skin, were all different from Colorado.
By then end of our brief visit, we decided we need to plan an actual vacation. Travel for the sake of travel is something we both crave.
Below is a slideshow with scenes you won't see in Colorado.