Get Me Outta Here

I need a vacation and almost anyplace will do. It's been about seven years since I've just gone some place for five days or more, just for the hell of it. You might think it's easy enough but it really isn't. Working for yourself only complicates matters, typically because you can't afford or justify the cost of pointless getaways.. I get lumps in my throat to see photos of friends or friends of friends who go rafting through the Grand Canyon or hiking in Utah or skydiving over Ft. Lauderdale. That's me! I love all those things! Why can't I do that?! I don't NEED weeklong shopping sprees in Europe, any wilderness outside New England will do.

Greece, Rome or Italia's Tuscan region, Paris, Utah, South Florida: I don't care anymore. I just want to get away and know there's work for me when I get home and that the dog is taken care of. I had big dreams of Pamplona and the Running of the Bulls, and that's no early Hemingwayesque midlife crisis talking. I really want to go and have for years. But try convincing friends you want to plan a trip with them to Pamplona Spain and stand back as eyes roll like marbles. I've given up on those plans but not on a week, hell, TWO weeks on a beach or river, or in a sunny Italian wine valley. Anyplace far away that would give me adventure and a new memory. I think I've exhausted all the ones I had. It's time.

Posted by JD on June 17, 2007 10:51 AM