But this...this hit the spot. It was a vacation to be remembered.
I traveled with two colleagues I've known since only July and one complete stranger, and we stayed in the home of a colleague's sister (also a complete stranger). All four, I now consider dear friends.
We laughed until we cried (and in my case peed).
We enjoyed a spa day that was second to none.
We ate more amazing food than five women should consume in a month.
We skied. Well, they skied. I fell, got up, snow plowed a little, fell, got up, and snow plowed a little more (all mixed with more laughter and a few brief moments when I thought the lack of oxygen just might do me in).
We looked around in amazement at the beauty and grandeur that is New Mexico. They had all been there before (some many times), but they were still just as mesmerized as I was. Our maker outdid himself when he painted New Mexico. He blessed those mountains and taught them to hum.
We celebrated life and laughter and did the week justice. It was a spring break worthy of the name.
When I travel, I enjoy seeking out books by local authors, so this week I picked up an anthology titled Drinking from the Fountain. I bought it as a gift for our wonderful hostess, but I also read some of the pieces during my stay. They were beautiful. And the concept of drinking from a fountain seemed a fitting analogy for the week. We drank from a fountain. A fountain of friendship. A fountain of beauty. A fountain of light and laughter.
Here is what I know as a result of my getaway:
- Zagging is a very important part of skiing. If you can only zig, it will be a long trip down the mountain.
- Friendships can form fast. Faster than one might think.
- The Rosary is where I turn in a crisis in need of hope. The Rosary is always about hope.
I could go on and on and on, but I won't. I'll just leave it at I learned a lot. A lot.
Oh and...
4. The altitoots are real. Very real.
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