7 states, 2 provinces, 1 salt cave, 1 aero car, 1 boat, 4 airplanes, 1 rental SUV, 2 Ubers, 1 Buddist Temple, 1 Greek Orthodox church, 1 beach wedding, 1 Big Fat Greek wedding, 1 Great Lake, 1 Lighthouse, 5 hotels, 26 restaurants, 2 home cooked meals, 2 catered meals, 2 foxes, 1 beaver, 5 pheasants, 2 deer, 2 t-shirts, 1 sweatshirt, 2 pieces of Polish pottery and one empty vacation envelope.
I have been quiet as a church mouse. The reason?
You read that correctly, for the first time in ages and ages (read that as 17 years) Mr. Right and I took off on a couple of weeks vacation. No, not stay home and heal kind of vacation. An actual pay way too much for a breakfast in a resort town, pay the toll twice in 2 minutes because you get turned around, buy a banana at a gas station for .99 cents kind of VACATION!!!!
As much as I enjoy writing, I/we also need to go out into the real world with real people and experiences. We needed to jump in and learn, giggle and come home plum tuckered out.
We experienced so much good, my mind is still swirling. I want to sit on the porch and drink coffee (oh, I’ve missed you dark, rich, bold, Italian Roast from the Pacific Northwest, with cashew cream) and tell you about our adventures.
I’m guessing, for days to come, I will slip in little moments of vacation happy, here and there. You know the stuff you never dreamed about, however, somehow managed to make the hit parade of goodness when you think back?
Noticing the first leaves changing for fall in Northern Vermont.
Hands down, the best Italian meal we have ever enjoyed.
The moment you sit with your friend and her family around the kitchen tables with different colored Fiesta ware plates. You eat, listen, giggle and share. Wishing you could already come back and you haven’t even finished your plate yet.
The exact moment, while standing next to your niece as she shares her completed piece of crochet work. Stunning, inspiring and privileged that she shared with me.
Sitting in a hotel room, doing nothing, goofing off with your family, drinking Ginger Ale and eating a sinful, delicious piece of chocolate.
Shopping in the flagship April Cornell store. I know, I know, I always say I don’t like to shop……….I mean I don’t like to shop unless it is one perfect shop in Burlington, Vermont. Then….. actually standing there when April Cornell comes in and walks around like she owns the place Wait! She does own the place. Something happened to me in that place. Instead of me agonizing over one new blouse to buy……..I kind of lost my mind. I bought 2 new gorgeous blouses, 1 beautiful, special dress, 1 lovely tablecloth and a grown up, beautiful pair of pajamas, just like that.
Riding shotgun in a rental car for 1,873 miles. Read that as talking time, singing time, eating snacks time and reading the map time. Yes, an actual paper map.
The feel & sound of your feet the moment you step on 4,000 pounds of ground salt inside a salt cave.
The water dripping off your face, on “the” (bucket list) boat ride.
Opening your hotel door, to see your brother-in-law, waiting patiently outside, because YET AGAIN, I can’t seem to get my hair to do what I want and be early to breakfast in the same morning.
Meeting table mates at a wedding that you connect with seamlessly and want to be friends for life.
Drying dishes, while sis in law washes……….like we do it every day of our lives.
Maybe for today, I will stop talking and share some pictures? They might speak more eloquently than typed words.
It was a beautiful thing to anticipate and save for a holiday. The adventure will bring color to our lives for days to come.
Grateful for an empty vacation envelope.