It’s no surprise that there are no vacations on the docket for my family this summer. One day.
That’s what you say when you see everyone else’s lovely vacation photos.
The first and only time I’ve travel traveled was nearly four years ago, on our honeymoon in Cozumel, Mexico. But, make no mistake. I’m no slouch. I’ve been aaaaall up and down the scenic upper east coast (funnel cake in New Jersey! Olive Garden in Connecticut! no taxes in Delaware!).
But what I’d really love is a vacation in Italy.
I’m not greedy. I’d just need about three weeks or so. A floppy black hat, large-framed sunglasses, a bottle of red wine on some breezy balcony some place. Food. Oh man, so much food. No bathing suits in this fantasy vacation, because I’ll be too busy eating.
I’ve dreamed of this Italian vacation for so long that I’m actually at the point of concern that if and when we ever travel, poor Italy won’t even have a chance of living up to expectation. The Italy of my sheltered imagination is pretty awesome. So, if there’s not basil-scented air, a lone accordion player on our corner and brunch with Sophia Loren, I’m not sure it’s worth my time.
For this summer, I’m making do by just pretending we’re in Italy. When the mood strikes, I put on It Started in Naples. I throw all the windows open, prop up noisy box fans, and pretend the muggy, stiff air is a perfumed breeze off the Amalfi Coast. I throw together a salad of fresh tomatoes and herbs that we eat while spread out, sticky and sweaty on my bed.
Maybe it’s not true to Italy. But it’s a nice little daydream.
Where are you going on vacation this summer (real or otherwise)?