We were hemming and hawing about cancelling our weekend getaway to the San Antonio Riverwalk. After all, the focal point of all our trips is walking and lots of it. Several weeks of aches and extreme fatigue did not seem conducive to a Weekend Walk-a-thon, yet we kept our plans.
Hope Around the Bend
The drive takes not three hours, and we were checked in to the hotel and on the winding walk around the river by early afternoon. To say that the next three days were quintessential perfect days is a huge understatement.
Not a trace of the aches and pains remained as we strolled the weekend away. The air not cold nor warm on our skin paired with the clear blue skies provided the antidote no doctor could prescribe. We followed the paved path that winds it way through the commercial mecca of restaurants and trinket shops.
We walked beyond the fabricated entertainment to where the path had been extended and explored new territories.
What happens on many of these little getaways is that our usual daily conversations take on a different tone. As we strolled along, my proclamations of a complete recovery were met with smiles and a gentle hand reaching out to take mine. It was as if we were making a commercial for the San Antonio Riverwalk – the kind that makes you want to vomit a little in your mouth and refill your drink before The Voice comes back on.
Why not be happy and settle in a bit, enjoy the scenery and the large, orange squirrels we rarely see in Houston? While we did, the meanderings on foot and in our conversations led us down a road we had been traveling with more frequency in recent months: New Abode Road.
We are in our early 40s and running two successful businesses, so why not?
The weekend of perambulations and fall zephyrs had come to an end. Gravity pressed us once again to Earth. We knew what needed to be done.
By the time we’d had breakfast on Sunday morning and took our final walk along the river, by the time we hopped into our tiny car and headed east on Interstate 10, we knew that our house was not long for our world.
In fact, no house will be in our world.
Healthy, happy, and houseless.
And you, Jolly one? What schemes and dreams are you tinkering with these days? Please share in Comments.
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