We finally did it! Mel and I took a vacation, including sun, sand--lots of sand--beach, of course, and salt water up our noses and other orifices, sand in our ears, lots of screaming and laughter and hideous pictures of me that I can't convince Mel to delete from his underwater camera. It was an absolute delight hitting those waves every evening after the sun had lost most of its power.
Here's where the stewardship comes in, though: we didn't plan the way we should have. I mean, I love to drive to our destination, especially when we're not too far away. I hate flying. But when you have ten days to enjoy yourself and relax into a different frame of mind, don't you think you would want to spend as much time as possible at the beach, which is your main destination? But no, not me. I hate to fly, and I was positive we could drive at my usual speed and reach our chosen beach in a day and a half. It took three days. I thought we could at least gain an hour going back, especially since we took the main interstate highways back home. No. Our trip to the beach took three days. We had four full days of hitting the waves and laughing and cuddling in our warm room at night, eating out, sharing with a friend who spent the night. Then we had three days to travel back--just in time for Mel to change into his scrubs and hit the ER doors.
What is wrong with this picture? Just because I hate flying, does that give me the right to deprive Mel of still more days on the beach? No, it does not. So on our next vacation, if Mel's employer agrees, we're taking ten days and we're flying. There's a place we've never been to on Myrtle Beach, and it's a part of our timeshare, right there on the beach. I'm looking up flight info now. No more of this depriving my man of more time on the surf, rescuing me as the waves catch me and roll me over and over until I can't catch a breath and don't know which way is up. I'm sure Mel enjoys proving his masculine strength and he-man nature at times like this, when he can show his love for his wife by rescuing her over and over and over again. And I can show my love for him by slathering him with sunblock when he goes snorkeling.
Ah...the beach. Vacation. Wise use of time. We're going to have it all next time. I don't suppose anyone has any super traveling tricks that will help us be more efficient in our packing and traveling next time...?
4 Comments:
The town looks darling! Cheryl, check Allegiant Air. They fly direct to Myrtle Beach from a lot of cities very inexpensively and they are a fun airline. I love flying them. :)
Oh, Colleen, you are so right about Allegiant Air. I think we'll do that next time. Unfortunately, the beautiful picture is once more of Catalina Island, my dream vacation...someday.
I loved Myrtle Beach when I went there in December, even if it was cold. I had Brazilian barbecue there for the first time and it was onolicious! Sorry, delicious just does not cut it for that barbecue. :) If you're going to be in South Carolina I highly recommend visiting Charleston. It's such a beautiful city. I think I would live there if I could.
That's good information, Malia! I've heard about Myrtle Beach forever. I don't care about anything else, just beach, but I want it to be a good one. And oh, yes, Brazilian barbecue is wonderful. We had it with Colleen and Dave in NYC a few years ago. Oh, my...
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