Vacation

This month we’re going to see my husband’s family, we haven’t been back to TX in 14 months so it’ll be good to see at least some of the folks.

Last week I brought up the topic of vacation, taking one just for us, in the fall. Jim said “and not go home to the farm?” I said yes. He asked “where?”

Let me preface this. Before he met me he had set foot in Tijuana for an afternoon. I’ve since taken him across the northeast and to Canada. Several years ago he was sent to Scotland and London on a project for several months so we toured extensively, especially me as I got to go along and had a friend there so we hopped on trains and buses everywhere.

My father was visiting Italy at the time so we flew down for a brief weekend, about 30 hours. We spent 8 of those hours sleeping, at least 12 eating, 8 walking and two shopping at the “Church of Soap” for gifts for folks back home. We did not enter one museum. We got to see my dad, and didn’t even scratch the surface of Pisa (except to hop a train) or Florence.

So, when asked where we might go on vacation all by ourselves, I said “Europe.” His reply? “Why would we want to go there? What is there to see???” Oh, not much. Perhaps the Louvre, the Uffizi, coffee at Rivoire, the Vatican, Positano, Schoenbrun Palace, take in an opera at the Staatsoper in Vienna. Little things. Or we could stay in town and go bowling or play miniature golf.

What is there to see, indeed. Granted, churches and art museums are my thing, not his. But I’m sure I can find interesting things for him as well, he loved the castles in Scotland and Churchill’s underground war rooms in London. He’s a good traveler and hopefully will keep an open mind and we’ll see where we end up, after the kids are safely ensconced back in school and the crowds have gone. Ciao, Dee