My wife and I had a whole week together for spring break during Easter and we wanted to get away. We couldn’t really decide where to go.
We threw around the idea of going to the Grand Canyon, which would have been very nice. We would have flown into Phoenix and stayed overnight with the parents of a friend and then driven to Sedona to spend a night or two in one of the spa resorts. We would then drive on to the Grand Canyon and spent a night there. From the Canyon we were planning on driving to Las Vegas, spending a few days in Vegas gambling, seeing a show, and then flying back home.
The other idea we had thrown around was to go to Savannah, Georgia, and Charleston, North Carolina, spending 3 days in each city soaking in the southern charms and absorbing all the history and food each town has to offer.
The third option was Boston, MA. I had been to Boston numerous times on business, but never for pleasure, never as a sightseer. Jen had driven through Boston, but never really stayed. It was a town we both wanted to visit because we both love history and Boston certainly has a lot of it. I was really looking forward to going to the Grand Canyon, but Jen was looking for more of an urban adventure.