Day one of REAL vacation.

Yesterday ended on two high notes. So high they almost make all the pain (both emotional and physical. Seriously, my legs hurt from all the running I did at the airport. Oof.) of the day go away. When I finally landed in Boston around 10pm I went looking for baggage claim. I wasn't sure where I should go with the whole American/Alaska debacle hanging in my head. I ended up at a random baggage claim stall and guess what was there!? If you said my bag, thanks for paying attention. I said a really loud "Holy Shit!" for all to hear, apologized, then remembered I was in Boston and that no one cared. It made it. My bag made it on the flight that I hadn't.

The second high note? After I picked up my miracle luggage I went to the rental car place where they'd been so busy all day they didn't have my reservation. So instead they gave me a super fancy and new SUV to ease the trauma. Tara and I will be taking a few mini-day trips, so I picked the smaller car because of the gas mileage, but when a gigantic new car with a camera for when I back up is waved in front of my face, I can't help it. I'm American, for craps sake.

After a day of travel Tara and I decided a day settled in Concord would be nice. We wen to the buffet for lunch, did a little grocery shopping (the prices here are AWESOME, all of my fancy gluten/dairy/egg-free foods are like $1 cheaper than at New Seasons), and even went in to the NH State House and saw the governor's office. It was pretty sweet. A good day.