Last week I spent my days deep cleaning my house and baking, believe it or not. While at first the sense of accomplishment was invigorating, there's only so much happy homemaker in me. Friday was a pretty run of the mill day for us. We went to the base for music class, ate lunch up there with friends. Same thing we do every Friday (not to say I don't enjoy this routine)... slightly different since there was also a potluck "bu-bye" party going on for one of our friends, but it wasn't too far off our normal routine. I was settled on my picture of the day being of our Spanish-American breakfast... a bowl of boring mush... how apropos to my week. Josh called me on the way home and said "let's go somewhere this weekend!" and I said "OK! where?!" and he said "doesn't matter, just pick someplace!". Now, for someone who has been planning road trips for months on end these are magnificent words indeed. We sat down and looked...