Like changes in the weather, vacation has come and gone. Florida’s in the rear-view mirror and, as vacations usually unwind in hindsight, it went by quickly. That being said, a week of pure uninterrupted leisure does wonders. The crux of vacation in its simplest form was achieved by the following: Hours at the beach, reading, napping, eating, drinking, looking at old photo albums and walking the streets with the locals. Naturally, there were particular drinks that stung the nostrils, meals embodying umami and moments that garner more explanation, but vacation is a feeling more than anything; it’s a mindset rather than specific activities on a to-do list. The feeling of premature sunburns, waves substantially larger than Duxbury Beach creating a white noise sensation, accompanied by a constant breeze is enough for me. The girlfriend and I fully embraced being away from chilly Massachusetts, just being together in a place I visited every winter as a youngster. It allowed me to reflect back on a simpler time and encourage those same thoughts to the current stay.
The next chapter begins on Monday. I'm ready. Happy weekend, everyone.
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