LEAVENWORTH — I’ve been to Little Bavaria and back, and I never even had to show my passport.
Not only did I avoid frightening officials in airport security with my ghastly photo, but the baggage handlers also were spared an appointment with their chiropractor.
My husband, Bill, on the other hand wasn’t so lucky.
Our drive to the center of the state had him lugging the equivalent of an entire planeload of luggage up two flights of condo stairs. At least he was spared making eye contact with a stewardess during emergency flight instructions.
Usually, I pack more frugally. But our travel to Leavenworth, Wash., was unexpected.
“Can you and Dad use our time share?” daughter Tiffany asked. “It starts tomorrow.”
I stared at the phone. And then I handed it to Bill.
The next afternoon, we headed out with the refrigerator, my clothes closet and home office in the back of the Jeep. Bill had his toothbrush.
As we drove to the Bavarian village nestled at the base of the 8,000 foot high Cascade Mountains, I mentally checked my list of pending projects. I was already regretting our decision to come.
But when we rounded a bend in the road, a Christmas card scene greeted our eyes. From the roofs to the doorways of the quaint village shops, holiday lights twinkled. Trees, lampposts and brightly lit windows beckoned us to take a stroll.
Worries melted into the background of the picturesque scene. This was a gift that we hadn’t anticipated.
During our stay, we chatted with charming shopkeepers dressed in dirndls and hiked the alpine wilderness. Refreshed from carefree days, our long evenings left plenty of time to concentrate on items from my work list.
One morning while sitting near the top of a mountain, I had a clearer view: Life is to be enjoyed, not constantly scheduled. Unexpected opportunities that come our way are often a way God can bless us.
My worrying that He wouldn’t also bless my request for time to get things done was like weighty baggage. It should have been left at home.