In a nutshell, that sums up my recent experience traveling to London and Amsterdam without the kids.
Here are some other things I noticed:
1. I lingered over meals, and even ate them when I was hungry, not when the clock or someone else's stomach dictated. I could skip meals altogether and also mentally move an apple tart into the fruit salad (aka healthy) category.
2. I rode public transit without cries of "Can we take a taxi instead? I don't like streetcars / metro / buses." I actually like figuring out and taking public transit; it's part of the experience.
3. When I got lost on the way back to my friend's home in London, I convinced myself that I was exploring the neighborhood rather than cursing the fact that all those adorable row houses look the same.
4. I was not constantly on the lookout for bathrooms, knowing that someone would soon need one. And I was not getting glaring looks, imaginary or not, from merchants knowing we were more interested in the plumbing than their product or service.
5. I did a whole lot of people watching and then discussed those people with my travel mate, sometimes using words or making observations I would not use around impressionable young minds.
6. I flew home as an involuntary standby passenger and didn't stress about it.
7. The kids and Dave are fun, intellectually and socially curious travelers. I missed them!
Kofta with Yogurt-Tahini Sauce
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