We are not vacation people. Which is to say, my husband and I do not vacation. Traveling is difficult for a variety of reasons, mostly related to diet (him) and extreme overreaction to variations in routine (me). We do travel - to visit family, to attend gatherings such as family reunions, weddings, and funerals, and for business - but, if someone gave us the choice between staying at home for a week without having to work or going on a vacation, we would inevitably pick staying at home. We are cool like that.
I grew up in a family of vacationers. We never had money, but every summer my parents would load us in whatever shambling POS automobile we owned at the time and take us to state parks, canyons and caves, occasional theme parks, and every single tourist trap along a major artery in the mainland United States, outside of California and New England, places my parents apparently had no interest in visiting. This girl will tell you that the Grand Canyon is less awesome than the Grand Tetons, Wall Drug really is totes fun, and the Corn Palace is not. I've got opinions is what I'm saying. And, yes, I've read American Gods and The House on the Rock is one place I've never actually been (although my parents did go there one summer).
(An entire paragraph devoted to me bragging about something completely unbragworthy. We get the magazine National Geographic every month. On the outside of the magazine, there is always a Geo Genius quiz made up of five, usually impossible, questions. My average number correct is probably about 0.5 a month. Dr. BB usually gets 2 or 3 correct every month. Except one month all the Geo Genius questions were about places in the United States and I knew the answer to EVERY ONE of those questions. Because I had been to each of those places at some point between the ages of 8 and 16.)
Dr. BB did not grow up in a family of vacationers. His family that included five children and two parents who were still paying off their student loans into their fifties (true story) and didn't prioritize vacations. They would take an occasional trek to visit out of town relatives or go to an amusement park a few hours away, but they weren't a vacationing family.
We have traveled together twice without a goal in our relationship - both weekend trips I cooked up because I come from travelers and I thought this was how it went. We took a trip to Duluth and a trip to Stillwater. Each time we made great and wondrous plans, especially on where to eat, and then we got there and didn't know what to do. Do you shop? Sleep? Walk up and down the beach? What do you DO on vacation?
So last week we were on vacation with my mother and sister. This vacation included theme parks, unfortunately. I say unfortunately because I really wanted to do about a million things, but I couldn't because of my leg. Theme parks have some really excellent accommodations for disabled folks, so I'm not going to complain about it too much, but there are some things I just couldn't do. And it bummed me out. Fortunately, food stuff was not so much an issue for Dr. BB this time around, so after the first couple of days, we relaxed and started to enjoy ourselves, especially since we stayed at a resort associated with one of the theme parks and there was a water taxi from our hotel to the park. I would have been happy to just ride the water taxi back and forth all day. I am clearly not meant for the life of a vacationer.
Now would be a fine time for me to include a photo of my vacation, but since I didn't take any, I will instead leave you with a series of questions I desperately want to know the answers to.
So, tell me. What do you DO on vacation? Do you stay at home? Do you go somewhere? Do you beach it? Do you stay at resorts? Do you drive? Fly? Stay at the pool all day? Do you ever get questions correct on the stupid Geo Genius quiz? Tell me!