Family trips involved Dad driving with
us squished in the back, sweating. Upon
arrival, Dad wanted the vacation to begin –
we wanted to primp. Dad always said
‘You’re tourists – who cares? Have fun!’
One day I realized he was right. We’re all just tourists.
Photo by me and Gemini
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A Little Bit of Everything, With Love 
Dads are usually right! Love this, Lisa.
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They are! I wish mine was still here to give me unsolicited advice! Thank you so much!
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Same here! I lost my dad too soon and feel so sorry for my kids who never met their grandfather.
You are welcome.
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Isn’t it funny how as we grow older and into different roles we find out just how right our parents were.
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It is so true! I have no memory of being truly embarrassed by my appearance, just the fun our family had ā¤ļø
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Maybe being a tourist is not the worst thing…. even tourists explore
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I have come to believe we are tourists in this life. Ultimately, followers of Jesus believe our eternal home is heaven, so even this life is just a journey until we get home. It’s not a good analogy, because this life isn’t exactly a vacation (!) but you understand my meaning, I hope.
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Yeah, and as visitors on this planet we’re not as well-behaved as we should be, hey?
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Vacation is for relaxing (ideally) so I think your dad was on to something.
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Love your dad’s perspective…and that photo is fantastic!
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Dad was right. š
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We only ever went on one vacation when I was a child- and all I remember about it was we went to Florida- and I had “tubes” in my ears and was not allowed to go in the ocean.
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OH MY! I can hear my Dad saying something just like this!!! And at 84, gotta say those memories don’t fade!! Love your Quad.
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The old folks were always right. I love the line.. we are all just tourists.
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Thank you so much!
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You’re welcome, Lisa.
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