I have never been one for road trips. If you are someone that I went on a road trip with at some point in my life and you are reading this please don't be offended - I just don't have a great love for riding all day (or for some trips many days) in a car. I also don't enjoy flying all that much and could do without being crammed in my 18"x34" cell and using a bathroom after 30 other people including a large aromatic man. However, since I met the hubs I have developed a newfound love for road trips.
Our early road trips weren't far - we would drive 1 hour to visit my mom, 2.5 hours to visit his parents or 3 or 4 hours for a friends wedding - but it was during those "dates" (yes, I consider them to be very romantic dates - sans wine and mixed drinks for obvious reasons) that we learned many of the nuances of each others personalities and began discussing our future together in detail.
The reason this is on my mind is that the hubs and I just spent 3 weeks together on the road. We had several people to see and a few tasks to complete. We would drive someplace, stay for 3-4 days and then go on to our next location with only 2 one-night hiatuses in our own bed. In total, we were probably in the car and in airports about 50-60 hours (that is just traveling to locations - there was extra time in the car within each stop pushing our total closer to 100 hours than to 50).
While we did spend some time independently of one another (I learned how to solve a rubix cube and he studied for Step 2 of the boards to get his medical license - we are so cool) most of the time we chatted about life. We discussed where we want to live, when we want to have kids, why our way of thinking is so superior to everyone else's (you can talk about that in the car because there is no way they can overhear you!). We even read a book together. This actually worked out quite well - the hubs doesn't like reading but likes audiobooks and I enjoy reading out loud. At the end of each chapter I would put the book down and we discussed what we read (this wasn't a John Grisham novel or anything - we were reading Mere Christianity by C.S. Lewis, so it spurred on a lot of discussion).
It appears that gone are the days of my parents bribing me to be good on car trips with new toys (that I inevitably used as weapons by hitting my brother in the head with Barbie) and movies (we had one of those big conversion top vans with a TV and a VCR - this was before DVDs, and DVD screens in the back of driver and passenger seats, existed). Now instead of dreading miles of corn fields and mountains I simply thank God for the fact that I get uninterupted time with my husband.
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