Home again, home again...
I cannot for the life of me remember the last time I ever went away on a proper vacation by myself, if at all. There was the one time I went to New York when I was 19 and lived on the streets for a few days and "slept" at the Port Authority. There was the eight months I went tramping around Europe. There were various trips since then but they were either working vacations, business trips, going to see family, or I was with someone else under the influence of drugs.
So, in short, I haven't had a vacation in a while and needed to get away, be by myself, away from the Ant Colony, clear my head, and do nothing in style. My best friend's mother (who bless her heart sees me as another son I believe) allowed me the use of her place on Martha's Vineyard for the week. I also took an email, Internet and TV vacation. I didn't want to go someplace where I "had" to see anything, and given the fact the island is just beginning to wake from its winter slumber, there was practically nobody there! Seeing that I came from New York, I was outright giddy walking through a town center last Sunday (Oak Bluffs) in the middle of the afternoon and not seeing a single other soul around. It was neutron-bomb-a-riffic.
So, what did I do? I read. I didn't pay mind to a clock. I walked a great deal. I rode a bike practically everywhere else and got more cardiovascular exercise than I have all year. I wrote. I had uninterrupted stretches of time in which to think. I stared at the super clean water. I chilled out at several lighthouses. I gazed at the STARS again. I napped on a hammock while waiting for my clothes to dry on a clothes line. I watched parents let their children run around naked like animals on a chilly beach. I spied a woodpecker and watched birds like a Roman. I rode a bike through Correllus State Forest loudly ranting to my deaf god and laughing like a madman high on life, adrenaline and good blood circulation. I walked five miles on a pitch dark bike path during a lightning storm that made me hoot with joy. I smiled at everyone I came across and said 'hi' to them for no good reason.
I had a good time. And I had enough of it. With all due respect, it's easier to find a good pulled pork sandwich in downtown Teheran during Ramadan than it is to find decent nightlife in Martha's Vineyard in April.
So, in short, I haven't had a vacation in a while and needed to get away, be by myself, away from the Ant Colony, clear my head, and do nothing in style. My best friend's mother (who bless her heart sees me as another son I believe) allowed me the use of her place on Martha's Vineyard for the week. I also took an email, Internet and TV vacation. I didn't want to go someplace where I "had" to see anything, and given the fact the island is just beginning to wake from its winter slumber, there was practically nobody there! Seeing that I came from New York, I was outright giddy walking through a town center last Sunday (Oak Bluffs) in the middle of the afternoon and not seeing a single other soul around. It was neutron-bomb-a-riffic.
So, what did I do? I read. I didn't pay mind to a clock. I walked a great deal. I rode a bike practically everywhere else and got more cardiovascular exercise than I have all year. I wrote. I had uninterrupted stretches of time in which to think. I stared at the super clean water. I chilled out at several lighthouses. I gazed at the STARS again. I napped on a hammock while waiting for my clothes to dry on a clothes line. I watched parents let their children run around naked like animals on a chilly beach. I spied a woodpecker and watched birds like a Roman. I rode a bike through Correllus State Forest loudly ranting to my deaf god and laughing like a madman high on life, adrenaline and good blood circulation. I walked five miles on a pitch dark bike path during a lightning storm that made me hoot with joy. I smiled at everyone I came across and said 'hi' to them for no good reason.
I had a good time. And I had enough of it. With all due respect, it's easier to find a good pulled pork sandwich in downtown Teheran during Ramadan than it is to find decent nightlife in Martha's Vineyard in April.
posted by Doc Paradox at 8:19 PM
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