Yesterday I checked an item off my Lifelist.
Attend a hot air balloon festival.
And I loved it.
They are majestic.
And magical.
And someday I will ride in one.
My friends and I lucked out with an absolutely beautiful day.
The sun was golden and warm.
The little biplanes hummed and buzzed along.
Jazz and swing music rang out from the speakers.
We arrived a little early so we could picnic first.
After I'd thrown everything back in the car we decided to get some superbly tasty shaved ice.
As we were paying we looked over the tree line and saw our first balloon.
It was a thrilling moment.
The little kid in me popped out and I could barely contain my excitement.
(Read: I was literally hopping up and down and squealing like a five year old).
The balloons staggered their liftoffs.
Slowly one by one the balloons would fill up and before you knew it would be floating away.
I loved when they floated right over your head.
All in all a wonderful experience.
