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Among the many things I wish I had learned earlier in life is the fact that little, local mini-vacations can be as restful and fun as big, faraway, destination vacations - even more so, sometimes.
We never went on vacations much when I was growing up, of any sort, so I always had the idea in my head that vacations needed to be like they were portrayed in comedy media - big, convoluted, effortful affairs going somewhere far away for at least a week. It's only been within the past couple of years that I've realized that taking two or three days to run away somewhere local, but just far enough to be emphatically Not Home, can be a vacation too.
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umbran and I went to Vermont for a couple of days. Not far; it was maybe a 3 hour drive to where we were staying. And it wasn't an epic adventure. But it was far and away one of the best vacations I've ever had.
The B&B we were staying at was glorious - bright and homey and comfortable, with a yard filled with gardens and flowers and hammocks and swings and more beautiful kinds of birds than I could count, and fresh fruit and homemade baked goods in the morning, and a hot tub on the screened-in porch for nighttime. I'll admit, at least one afternoon's worth of plans were forgotten as I curled up in the hammock and alternated between reading and watching the birds.
We didn't just lie around all weekend, though. We went trail riding, and explored little stores, and went to the most charming farmer's market I've ever seen, and found a fiber arts collective where I was given an impromptu hour-long lesson on how to use a spinning wheel, and found delicious food, and went to the Shelburne Museum, where we realized that one day really isn't anywhere near enough to explore the delightful superabundance of awesome wackiness that is that place.
And yeah, we soaked up a lot of sunshine, read a lot, and spent a goodly amount of time doing precious little. And it was wonderful. And we're back now, but somehow, after the weekend we had, the rest of the world is a lot less intimidating....
We never went on vacations much when I was growing up, of any sort, so I always had the idea in my head that vacations needed to be like they were portrayed in comedy media - big, convoluted, effortful affairs going somewhere far away for at least a week. It's only been within the past couple of years that I've realized that taking two or three days to run away somewhere local, but just far enough to be emphatically Not Home, can be a vacation too.
This past weekend
umbran and I went to Vermont for a couple of days. Not far; it was maybe a 3 hour drive to where we were staying. And it wasn't an epic adventure. But it was far and away one of the best vacations I've ever had. The B&B we were staying at was glorious - bright and homey and comfortable, with a yard filled with gardens and flowers and hammocks and swings and more beautiful kinds of birds than I could count, and fresh fruit and homemade baked goods in the morning, and a hot tub on the screened-in porch for nighttime. I'll admit, at least one afternoon's worth of plans were forgotten as I curled up in the hammock and alternated between reading and watching the birds.
We didn't just lie around all weekend, though. We went trail riding, and explored little stores, and went to the most charming farmer's market I've ever seen, and found a fiber arts collective where I was given an impromptu hour-long lesson on how to use a spinning wheel, and found delicious food, and went to the Shelburne Museum, where we realized that one day really isn't anywhere near enough to explore the delightful superabundance of awesome wackiness that is that place.
And yeah, we soaked up a lot of sunshine, read a lot, and spent a goodly amount of time doing precious little. And it was wonderful. And we're back now, but somehow, after the weekend we had, the rest of the world is a lot less intimidating....
