This summer my family went to Telluride, Colorado for our summer vacation. Prior to having kids when we traveled, I would have the travel book in hand with numerous events outlined for each day. It was a rigid schedule that let us see the best views and eat at the best restaurants. Then we had kids. And learned very quickly that they schedule our vacation days.
Most days weren't scheduled and we had no idea what we were going to do the next day. We awoke early and walked the streets of downtown and drove the back country roads while the kids napped. We ate where the locals ate. We read books from the free box in the middle of town and we met new friends. We talked. A lot. To locals and to others who traveled a far distance to be there. We fantasized what it would be like to live there while plotting how we would do it and were even convincing some nights. We breathed in the rich mountain air and laid under the setting sun. We listened to amazing music at the bluegrass festival and watched as our children danced with strangers.
It was a different vacation than I was used to. I wasn't worried about what I would miss or stressed how we were going to fit as many activities as possible into the days we were there. We just enjoyed our time there. And each other.