Hip Hoppers

For me, the truth meaning of any holidays is having days off from work. We don't mind doing something related to the occasion. Like last year, we set our bunnies hopping and hunting for eggs around the house after a dinner party. Or we could hop on a motor home (or a RV) and drive around to a destination unknown, or rather, undecided. And that's what we are doing this Easter holiday.

Together with Rachel's family, we decided about our trip only two days ago. I called the RV rental company to set it up. We started packing everything last night. Until the last minute, we still didn't know where to go. We had a rough idea. What about going to the south most point of the country and then go across the border? It would be the first time for Yiga and Rachel to be in the United States. We would at least accomplish something other than getting on a motor home.

Going on a motor home sounds like a great idea to a reluctant traveller and home buddy like me. Obviously, you take your mini "home" with you, right? Yiga says she is the ultimate vacationer among all of us. Here is her reasoning:

-- R, her husband is the designated driver of the group. He has driven all over the North American continent in his earlier years here.
-- Lui, my husband who is like a kid when he plays with kids, is a perfect baby sitter for her daughter and ours.
-- Me would be the cook at home and therefore on a motor home.

I am also the organizer of the group - that explains why we still don't have a specific destination. I don't have much to complain about stress at home and at work. It feels like I can live forever without altering my daily routine and be happy about it. I don't complain about hopping on a motor home for a vacation like this either. I normally have a happy and hip attitude towards life. Or I am just a happy and hip hopper.