Friday, July 8, 2011
Wherever You Go. . . There You Are
Because we're not staying in hotels, we have had all the comforts of home including full kitchens. We've eaten out plenty of times, but there are only so many meals you can sit down to in restaurants before they start becoming, well, less-than-special. So, we've shopped for groceries and cooked which has made mealtime in those cases seem pretty normal, except for the view.
We've roamed quite a lot, too, exploring some little towns we'd not been to before. In Minnesota, we experienced Lutsen, Grand Marais, White Bear Lake, and Rochester. In Missouri, we've discovered Clarksville, Louisianna, Elsberry and Hannibal (as well as some old favorites like St. Charles and St. Louis). We've walked rocky stretches of beach, two different breakwaters on Superior, a paved path through the north woods, a more rustic trail through another part of them, little town sidewalks and gravel alleys, grassy paths, and the river's ever-changing shoreline. In all, very reminiscent of what we do at home.
Today, rather than roam, we read. I finished one novel and started another. I've had times where I just wanted to sit down and write, too.
We laugh together about how some people would think our version of vacation is terribly boring. We laugh at ourselves at how similar to our "real lives" our vacation seems to be. And then we congratulate ourselves upon the reaffirmation that we are happy people who are happy in their lives together, because it seems that no matter where we go, there we are. And, we're okay with that.