Quick: list your top five “quintessentially American cities.” By “quintessentially American,” I mean that people outside the United States would also unhesitatingly produce these names (whether or not they–or their American counterpoints–could locate or recognize corresponding states). I bet good money Boston made your Top Five. “The Cradle of Liberty” is chock full of American… Continue reading Give Me Liberty and a Weekend in Boston Anytime
I love writing a fun recap that marries my reading obsession with travel. But as I sat typing about Caribbean sunshine, leisure time, and vacation reading, today’s light book report felt, well, incongruous. On a normal gray, windy, rain-soaked morning, calling up those St. John images would be a welcome diversion from crappy weather. But… Continue reading Riding Out the Storm with Books
The world may well be divided into two groups: those who read on a beach vacation and everybody else. The extended Fisher clan recently migrated to the Texas coast for our annual Port Aransas trip, some four days of beach fun and poolside relaxation. Most (and by most, I mean all of my immediate family… Continue reading Beach Reads for Family Trips
We watched the sun sink down through the pink- and orange-tinged clouds, our hands clasped, until it finally dipped below the horizon. Whether I said it out loud or not, my mind automatically supplied Holly Hunter’s line from Raising Arizona: “That was beautiful, H.I.” My entire being felt at peace, still, relaxed, refreshed…the kind of perfect… Continue reading What Vacation Taught Me about Real Life
Yesterday, I got all huffy when the hotel concierge said: “Madam, are you sure you want to do that? It is, oh, a 25- or 30-minute walk from here, maybe longer. And that is only part of the way.” Later, I relayed the exchange to my husband, grousing that the 20-something young man obviously thought… Continue reading If The Locals Say It’s Hot, Is It Hot?
Whenever a vacation ends, I’m always reminded of The Enterprise slowing down from warp speed. The stars quit blurring and gently come back into focus; that high-pitched whine of urgency recedes to the steady hum of cruising speed; life returns to its normal pace. Back to the real world, Scotty. Sigh. If only life after vacation didn’t… Continue reading Real World Blues (aka Post-Event Letdown)
The two of us floated in the crystal-clear turquoise seawater of Hawksnest Bay and talked about tanning as teenagers. Background: I packed two one-gallon plastic bags of sunscreen for our week-long getaway to St. John, USVI. There was the ultra sunblock for extra-sensitive baby skin (yes, even though I’m 53, I wear baby sunscreen) and some… Continue reading Beaches, Tanning, and Sunscreen
December 2014 was a month of rest and recovery for me. It was — by far — the most relaxing holiday season I’ve ever had, what with no job and no kids at home. I was done with all holiday-related shopping and prep by the first week, which left me able to concentrate on what mattered… Continue reading What Sheryl Sandberg, Sloths, and Knitting Taught Me this December