Today was a day of traveling, but for some reason, with each trip it seems as though I am always ending up in the wrong place. Today was definitely no exception. I had an incredible weekend with Dave. Friday we went to the Elephant Bar, had a fantastic dinner with cocktails. Saturday he made me breakfast, (I burnt the bacon, in turn, making a special treat for Tung), he took me up the mountain on the world's longest tram, went to Flying Star for lunch, cuddled for a long nap in the world's most comfortable bed, went desert exploring in the FJ, snuggled in bed and watched "Off the Map" on the laptop. Sunday we went to St. Clair Winery for brunch, took the scenic drive up to Santa Fe, stopped at Madrid along the way, ate at a wonderful outdoor restaurant called Cafe Paris, ate dinner with mom and dad, he took me on a date to the theatre to see Indiana Jones. Monday we went pet food and grocery shopping, then he convinced me to take the lift up to the top of Sandia Peak (10,000+feet) and mountain bike down...for the first time ever, mind you. It was awesome, especially after I got over my green-ness. Dave is an excellent coach. Once I learned quickly from my early mistake of not keeping my pedals even when riding over rocks, all was good. Then we rushed back to the house for a Memorial Day cookout with the neighbors. Then after chatting with mom and dad, saying our good-byes, we went to bed to snuggle.
Now that brings me back to today...the return. And for what? That is the question. It is certainly getting harder and harder with each visit to head in the opposite direction. All I can do is look forward to the next one. So until the next one, I hope time moves quickly and smoothly. Thanks for an incredible weekend. You are truly phenomenal! I love you!
xoxox
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