Home Again

Juan's grandmother passed away the day after Christmas, so we packed up and spent the last week in Idaho. It was good to see everyone and to share stories about Granny, and having Luke there certainly helped to lift my in-laws' spirits. Luke, naturally, had a ball being the center of attention.

Of course, in order to get to Idaho we had to fly through Salt Lake City (and were stranded their for an extra day due to plane problems) and ended up going out to dinner at a popular local Mexican restaurant. Trust me, the irony of going to eat Mexican food in Utah considering that we live in El Paso wasn't lost on either of us, but this place actually makes pretty decent food. As I am wont to do, I ordered a margarita with dinner and was a bit gobsmacked when, instead of asking for my ID, the waiter asked "would you like that with or without alcohol?" Clearly, some things in Utah never change.

We're home again now and just readjusting to our semi-normal routine before returning to work on Monday. This vacation didn't feel long enough by half.