My husband Michael and I had been adventuring in a new city, spending the day walking, checking out the sights and visiting food trucks.
Now dark, I could feel my excited energy pushing against the tired call of bedtime. But I was having trouble turning off my mind that exclaimed, More. More fun! More new. More!
“Hey, let’s go check out that Cuban music bar Haley told us about,” I suggested.
The look on his face gave me his answer — no. I knew he was tired. I was too. But it was our last night here. ...