Hubbs and I are back from our warm-weather vacation. All I can say is … ahh! Blue skies, warm sun and palm trees everywhere. Our smiles couldn’t be contained. It. Was. Wonderful.
The resort we stayed at was sprawling – over 300 acres – so we rented a golf-cart – most evenings found us cruising around the resort, stopping to park at a random beach, to take in a walk or just sit and enjoy the view.
Headed back to our villa one evening, we came upon an older couple so Hubbs slowed down to ask if they’d like a ride (we’d rented a 4-person golf cart, the smallest available).
“No thanks,” she said, “We’re just getting our exercise.”
“Damn right I’d take a ride!” he exclaimed and hopped on, cane and all.
Meet Norm and Ginny from Rochester, New York. Seems he’d had hip surgery and they were indeed out for a walk but he’d had about enough of that. He asked where we were from and what brought us down this way ~ when we said it was our 25th anniversary they both cheered us on and Norm said, with a wink, “we’re married 60 years and you know what? It only gets better from here!” Sweet people and lots of fun, too.
We soon settled into a routine – up early to sip coffee in the screened-in balcony and watch boats slip in and out of the marina. We’d finish up leftovers from the night before and head down to our pool around 12:30 ~ many families visited and so many were busy with littlest ones wanting their attention. “Dad, watch me.” “Mom, watch this!” “Dad!” “Mom!” ~ when parents would comment on our lack of littles we’d just smile and say “been there, done that.”
Truth is – watching the excitement in their kids took us right back to when our boys were small. Going to a pool – any pool – was such a big deal — and we’d pack and carry treats, floaties, noodles, paddle boards, diving materials, goggles, etc. Watching the little kids at this pool – how they all run – everywhere. Even when a parent shouts “NO RUNNING” there’s that quick walk-run that all kids do, they just can’t help themselves. The more things change the more they stay the same.
Hubbs and I spent our time together talking, laughing and enjoying the get away. During our conversations, we discovered a shared loved of camping when we were kids – setting up that canvas tent in the backyard and having a friend or cousin over. The night began early but the shenanigans didn’t start until well after dark – or after parents had gone to bed. He lived in town so his adventures including hopping fences and swimming in others’ pools ~ mine including saddling up our ponies for a midnight moonlight ride.
We both remembered the excitement of the canvas tent waning around 7:00 a.m. when temperatures inside approached 600F. Panting and sweating we’d emerge and head to the house, surely waking parents in our quest for food.
So it was comical yesterday, during Easter dinner, when youngest boy brought up how his girlfriend wants him to go camping and he wasn’t so sure. She exclaimed, “I love camping and I think you would, too.”
I caught Hubbs’ smirk when he encouraged them by saying, “You should do it, and make sure it’s a canvas tent!”
It was wonderful to go away. It’s great to be home. And now, we’re plotting our next adventure and no it does not involve a tent!
And how was your week?