I’m going on vacation this week. Knowing that I borrow most of the titles of my blog posts from song titles, you’re probably picturing me on a sandy beach in front of blue-green ocean. Nope. My destination isn’t the fictional Caribbean Island but the real-life location (at least in the metaphorical sense). I’m spending the week back in my hometown; not Kokomo but it is a mid-sized Indiana city.
Honestly, I’m looking forward to spending the week in the Midwest even if it’s tornado season, and the forecast is in keeping with “April showers bring May flowers”. I’m going back to spend the week with my parents, visit my 90-year-old grandpa, and see other family and friends. Besides visiting, I plan on writing and relaxing. I’m truly taking a vacation.
I love to travel. I’m equally happy camping in Yellowstone, lying on a sandy beach, riding rollercoasters at an amusement park, or sightseeing in a major city. Put me on a plane, train, boat, or in a car and I’ll go about anywhere.
My favorite childhood vacation was going to my aunt and uncle’s wedding then driving to California when I was 9 (almost 10). My favorite adult vacation was going to France, Switzerland, and Germany. The best day of my life was probably July 4, 2004. We spent it on the French Rivera: beautiful beach, relaxing day, and amazing food.
My dream vacation would be to go to the Holy Lands and do a tour that followed one of the Apostle Paul’s missionary journeys. I also want to go to Australia and would love to hike in South America.
While I love activity packed days and seeing new places, there’s a lot to be said for no itinerary and familiarity. I’d make a comment about “no place like home” but it’s tornado season…
What was your favorite vacation? What is your dream vacation?