Misty sunshine, peeks of blue sky, tingling chilly breeze....

Thats how I would describe the weather in Hillsboro on Saturday.

I woke up at 7am unable to go back to sleep. Unlike the normal moping-lazy self I am on weekends who continues to wallow in bed no matter how miserable it feels, this time I decided to snap up and zip out for a drive. One of the first times I have had such an inspiration I would say, but was totally worth it.

A quick stop at the nearest Starbucks to grab a cup of tea (with 8 packets of honey :P) and I was on my way exploring 26 West the freeway that runs from Portland to the coast. The scenery was beautiful..rolling meadows, dotted with farmhouses, a few horses gambolling around in the early morning sun, white picket fences..brought back memories of Enid Blyton's books. The Famous Five series in particular always described scenes similar to these when the five went off biking or caravanning during holidays. Imagination had made those descriptions vivid in my mind and I found myself reminescing on those very memories. How I used to long for such adventures..for being allowed to go off in a caravan for a week with friends/cousins..hopefully solve a mystery on the way..even without which it would still have been an adventure!

Over the last 3 years, I have been on countless holidays with friends, with family, all have been fun and have had elements of adventure, but I realize that as much fun as they have been, I would still give a lot to go back to being 12 and off on a caravan holiday with a few of my closest buddies. I guess the magnitude of the adventure that it would seem like at that age would be many times more valuable than it seems like today. But then truly speaking my desire for such adventures was so strong that I probably have lived through such adventures vividly enough through my active imagination. And I guess oftentimes, imagination is more exciting than reality. Surreal as we call it..