Neither of us grew up in a family that took vacations. Other than visiting family for big events like weddings, I can remember only one time when my family went away overnight – and I was already in college.
So it seemed natural to Roger and I not to worry about vacations when our children were growing up. It was only after we were alone again that we began to seriously consider the joys of getting away.
In general, that means just two or three days. We have taken a week to see Charleston and Asheville, NC, mainly because both trips involve such a long drive but we find ourselves antsy to get home by the third day and exhausted when we finally get back.
One or two nights away seems to suit both of us just fine. It is enough to step away from the routine of work and house, to soothe our eyes with new sights and let someone else do the cooking. We have also grown to love running away from home for the day.
The trip to Virginia Beach was two nights, scheduled not only for the sand sculpture but because it was going to be a full moon. That let me sit on the balcony and watch the silvery disk rise and leave a shining path on the water. I can close my eyes and see it still.
The sunrise was equally beautiful and I took what would have been a whole roll of film in the old days. The colors of the sky and clouds was like a painting.
Coming home from two days of ocean therapy left us both feeling rested and relaxed. Our feet weren’t tired from too much sightseeing. It was as if I had my batteries recharged.