On Sunday, Steve and I spent time in the Cambridge area. We had lunch with Steve's high school friends, walked around Harvard University and MIT, tried the hyped cannoli from Mike's Pastry, then had some really good Thai food at Similans for dinner before walking less than a mile in the cold night back to our hotel.
Our travels usually consist of food, coffee, desserts, a bit of sightseeing, and some relaxing. I usually feel that I haven't made the most of my trip towards the end of it, wishing I had planned more things to do and seen more things. I then start missing the time I spent with Steve and want to start planning for our next trip together as something to look forward to. Why do we have to experience these things in a different place and not the places we live?