We all look forward to summer vacation. The opportunity to get away, enjoy ourselves and rest. Those of us with kids hope to show them something new (and not from a textbook) and perhaps to learn & grow ourselves. I like the opportunity to think about life in another place. I often wonder what I would be doing at that exact moment if a particular city was my home. In this sort of fantasy world, I have found myself in love with hundreds of places from San Miguel de Allende to Bruges, for reasons only my rosy traveler’s perspective knows. But without fail, tiny glimpses of daily life tend to outlast big landmarks in my memory of a place.
This summer we traveled frequently, but our longest trip was to Mallorca and Ibiza. One June evening, in the port city of Andratx on Mallorca (which is possibly the most charming European beach town EVER), I saw two sisters walking together behind their father. One was about seven years old and the other was twelve or so. The younger sistser was yap-yap-yapping away excitedly at the older sister in Catalan, which I do not understand. The older sister said nothing & failed to roll her eyes. Instead, she reached down and quietly took her sister’s hand. The younger one simmered down immediately and they walked hand in hand for quite some time. This girl’s peaceful affection for her sister sparked a whole conversation in my mind. Why do I not see older children holding hands like this at home? Does it happen in other families? Because I think if I asked my older children to hold hands like this they would laugh their heads off. But anyway, it’s one of the clearest memories I have of the week.
Fast forward a bit through even more people watching, delicious food and drink, some fun shopping and catching up with a long lost fried in Madrid and you will find my other favorite part of any vacation. Going home! After the running, plane catching, taxi riding and sleepy-headed mornings that a big trip entails, I always feel a renewed appreciation for our day to day routines. And the indescribably good feeling of my own bed. But somehow, without leaving to begin with, this comparatively simple state of being would not feel quite as good.
These are just a few of the photos we took this summer. We toured Earth University in Costa Rica as a family in May and learned to appreciate where our food comes from, and a fraction of what goes into growing it and getting it to our markets. Then, as I mentioned, we visited Mallorca, Ibiza and Madrid (again with the kids– it is possible!) in June. We enjoyed the South Carolina Low Country with friends & family in July. And then, as one last adventure, I was able to grab a weekend in NYC with a dear friend. I also share travel photos periodically on our Instagram (search Rumson Gifts) using #RumsonTravels. Please visit us there for a few more shots of our nomadic life.
Cheers to all as you wind down the season this Labor Day Weekend. If you are hitting the road, I wish you the thrill of the day you leave and the comforting joy of the day you return in equal measure! CM