Babe and I need a vacation. The last time we were able to just enjoy being together without the kiddos was...gosh, aside from little overnight stays at nearby hotels and business trips I'd take with him, the last real vacation we had was on the Baltic Sea cruise. That was in 2005, Nas wasn't even walking! So we decided it is time. Once you decide you're going to do it, you have to figure out where. Seems that's not so tough if it's been three whole years, but we went 'round and 'round about it.
First it was going to be a European escapade, then we hear (on CNN no doubt) that the dollar has been so Bush-whacked that it's not wise to take our pennies across the pond. Nix that. An island getaway? I'm going on a girls' trip to Mexico for my 30th (woo-hoo!!) in September so he didn't want to duplicate that. Plus he's not the 'lay on the beach and do nothing for four days' kinda guy. Nix that.
Let's keep our wimpy dollar in the states, we decided. First it was Florida, but it'll be so hot come August that I took a pass on that. Maybe Martha's Vineyard, always wanted to go there. It'd be hot but seems relaxing all the same. Kinda pricey come late summer, though, so nix that. Where could we go to get away from it all and not burn to death like we will have been doing in Colorado all summer? California.
After some searching I figured San Francisco might be a good bet. Not too hot, not too chilly and lots to see, do and eat! Now comes the fun part: Where will we stay, what will we do, and how much will it cost? But mostly, what do we really want to do?
What's your idea of a vacation without kids in tow? Mine is a late-start morning the day after we arrive, a leisurely breakfast, and a walk to take in the scenery. I usually don't want to go all touristy until later that first full day, maybe visit an attraction before dinner. After dinner head back to the room for a movie and any other entertainment we might come up with.
But day two? I'm rarin' to go. I want to get up and get moving, eat something substantial enough to keep me from starving come 10 a.m. but fast enough to get me out into the city. Day two is also Starbucks day, probably around that 10 o'clock hour. This is the day I want to see it all, eat cheap and fast, then fall into bed for a good night's sleep. Sleep where no one under four and a half feet interrupts.
Day three we usually go home, but this is my ideal vacation so we have all day on day three to chill. We eat out, relax, coast through the day and maybe see something near our hotel. This is when I start missing my little clones so I'll want to stay busy but not day two busy. Stop by a book store, probably grab a book for Jay, sit and people watch, take pictures of the area around our hotel so I can remember it all later. I'll probably spend some time journaling because when I'm away I tend to be full of creativity and I literally feel like I'm going to burst.
By day four I'm ready to see my kids. So I'm happy to pack up - help Babe too - and shove off to the zoo that is the airport. By day four the time on the plane just can't pass fast enough, but I remember to enjoy the last bit of quiet time I have with Babe. I've missed him so much by the time we get this little rendezvous that it saddens me to know we have to go back to our reality. I remember more, at times like these, why I fell so hard for Babe. It makes our hustle and bustle lives all the more rewarding knowing that I have him by my side through it all. I'm sure San Francisco will remind us again come August.
*photo provided by Microsoft
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