It's been many years since I took a "real" vacation. I've taken a few days, here and there, and have gone to the beach or Disney World, but it has been several years since I took off for a whole week. Two weeks ago, however, we took our "summer vacation."
My oldest brother, Harvey, now lives in Maine. He and his family moved up there about a year ago where he works as a P.A. (Physician's Assistant) and Janice (my sister-in-law) is an RN at the local hospital.
So, off we went to Maine, for eight days. What an experience that was. I learned several things about Maine; it is beautiful up there, the weather is much cooler, they talk funny, Southern Hospitality is not as wide-spread as it is in the south, it was a lot harder than I thought it would be to eat fish and/or eggs without grits, and the sun comes up at 4:00 am in the summertime.
We had a wonderful time visiting with the family, sightseeing, white-water rafting (in water that was 50 degrees), and shopping, of course.
When I was a 14 years old, Harvey joined the Navy. For the next six years I would go visit Harvey, wherever he lived at the time, for a month during each summer. Illinois, Orlando, Idaho (he was stationed there for three years) and Hawaii were my vacation spots while staying with him. So, I guess it was only fitting that I should follow him to Maine, also. However, with "old" age comes responsibility, and I was not able to move in for a month, this time. But I sure wish I could have.
It is good to be back in the South again, though. I love hot weather, and am cold with anything under 70 degrees. Needless to say, I kept a jacket on during most of my trip up there. I'm sure it was obvious to everyone that I was a tourist, walking around in jeans/sweat pants and a jacket, while they were all wearing shorts and enjoying their "warm" weather. Funny how things work out, now that I'm back in Florida, they are having their "heat wave" with temperatures in the mid to upper 80s.
I took them a box of grits and two bottles of hot pepper sauce to leave at their house. I brought back with me Amish jelly, tons of pictures, a lot of Maine souvenirs, and great memories.
It's always great to go on vacations, but it is also great to come back home. And I truly love living in the South. I love my warm/hot weather, my sweet tea, and my grits. I love the fact that my children say "Yes ma'am" and "No ma'am" and the fact of how much more respectful that sounds instead of just "yes" or "yea."
We're back home now, and back to the 'ole grinding-stone. The staff, at both newspaper offices, assured me they could handle the papers while we were gone, and they did. They showed me that everything can run smoothly without me here, after all. (Maybe next year I can try for that month.)
Until then, I'll see you around the town.