One hour and thirty seven minutes. That’s all the freedom I have left in a glorious vacation.
Tomorrow I re-enter the world of alarm clocks, the pink day planner, grocery shopping, cleaning, and financial aid.
I’ve written before about Bekah-vacations, which usually include a significant list of chores to be done around the house, scrapbooks to complete, cards to make, and naps to savor.
Not this time.
This time, I took a for-real, leave-the-state, book-a-hotel vacation. I know. It boggles the mind, but it’s true.
Growing up, I watched my mom plan our family vacations. She pored over AAA books, made hotel reservations weeks in advance, saved money from all the budgets to cover things like food and gas, bought little presents to keep me entertained along the route, filled a cooler with snacks and drinks, and made sure the camera was at the ready to capture each vacation-y moment.
I learned well.
I won’t bother to tell you how many hours I spent poring over AAA books, reading dozens of hotel reviews, and searching any site I could find for fun things to do. An entire page in my day planner was devoted to the budget, the packing list, and the things-to-do-before-I-go reminders.
There are times when it pays to have some OCD blood and other times it gets really annoying. This was kind of a combo of the two. I lovingly sealed and stamped all the cards that would need to be mailed while I was gone and left them in the capable care of a co-worker…with little purple sticky notes informing her of the day each should be mailed. I divided my funds into little envelopes, each carefully marked with its designation. I typed out two pages of instructions for my house sitter and monitored the levels of cat litter and food to make sure they were well-stocked. The car enjoyed a tire rotation, a bit of repair for the death rattle it had begun to make, and even a new windshield wiper for the passenger. I stalked the weather channel to make informed packing decisions. I pre-chilled the water bottles for the cooler and purchased health-conscious snacks for the snack bag.
And promptly at 7:30 on Tuesday morning, I deposited the last of my luggage in the living room to await the arrival of my friend who had so graciously agreed to travel with me. We strategically packed my car, scurried through a drive-thru for the must-have traveling caffeine and within an hour were blissfully unaware that we were lost, despite an atlas and OCD-induced printed instructions from my front porch to the hotel’s lobby.
Once we found our way back to the right road…we ventured forth, and ten hours and four states later, we arrived in Hershey, Pennsylvania. Land of the chocolate and home of the sweet. We spent a couple of days there, touring gorgeous gardens, sampling the healthy antioxidant loaded chocolate treats, getting lost (thanks to the lousy local map provided at the hotel…though not published by the hotel) and making our very own waffles at the hotel breakfast bar. We took a combined total of almost 300 pictures, laughed at the road signs littering the state of Pennsylvania, learned we do not look good in hairnets, dodged the massive herds of field trip participants, and developed an idea for the new and improved car horn, which should have various sounds for various situations.
I would prattle on about the trip, but I already did in the 17 posts below!! Over on the right is a Virtual Vacation list if you want to look at posts in order.
Enjoy!
Meanwhile, I must begin to think about getting to bed at a decent hour.
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