We went to Ruidoso, New Mexico for a convention that Marcus's work was participating in and they put us up at the "Inn of the Mountain Gods". Weird name....spectacular Inn. The view was amazing, the room incredible and Marcus was in love with the white robe in the room.
And I realized something all too true. As we were leaving today, I said to Marcus, "That was a great trip" and he said, "Yeah, we ate good food which means a good trip for you". And by golly he is right. I tend to base my experiences on how good the food is. I still crave that chocolate chip-chocolate muffin that I got in the Newark, NJ airport 2 1/2 years ago. And I would give my right leg for that steamed milk with a dash of white chocolate and caramel roll in Seward, Alaska. And nothing beats the fresh fruit and rice and beans in Costa Rica. And this trip did not disappoint, we found a BBQ joint with a fabulous pulled pork sandwich and a little cafe with banana pie that I'll dream about tonight.
Marcus running through his finish line banner the nieces and nephews made him. I'm surprised that he didn't keep on running to the nearest store to buy that beloved Wii.