When it comes time to vacation, I always feel conflicted. Do I want to go somewhere new and exciting or return to somewhere that I loved the last time? We went to Disneyland in the spring with my family, and my brother-in-law said that he’d gone to Disneyland every year for seventeen years in a row. That seems a bit extreme to me, but it also seems extreme to never return to the same location again.
Similarly, I alternate between the kind of vacation I want. Do I want to see everything, take in all the historical/touristy spots, or do I want to just relax, read, sit by the pool, and eat (okay, the eating is never a question – I always want to eat)? Most of my growing up vacations were more the touring type, which I loved, but Bart and I went on a week long cruise last year for our first anniversary and WOW, did I love all the nothing that we did. Also, the eating. But that hardly needs to be said.
It seems like the only thing to do is go on many vacations – some to relax, some to site-see, some to new places, some to old, some with friends, some with family, some alone, something borrowed, something blu. . .wait. Nevermind about those last few.
Can you tell I’m getting antsy to get on a plane?
What kind of vacations do you like best? What’s the best vacation you’ve ever had?