Best Vacation Memories/What's Your Dream Vacation Now
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Did you have a particularly memorable vacation experience as a child?
What's been your favorite vacation so far?
What would be your dream vacation?
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To be honest, I am not much of a traveler. I went to Wales once.. for nearly three weeks. I guess that I can say that it is the farthest I have ever been, and I had some interesting experiences. I went to visit a woman I met on another site.
She seemed very interesting and nice and intelligent.
She was ... except when it cam to rearing her daughter, the spawn of satan.
There is way too much to tell you here.. but let me say just a few things..
she refused to bathe the entire time I was there ( nearly three weeks, I left early) She refused to leave her mothers side, even to go to school. She kept taking off all of her clothes and dancing around stark naked. She was a nasty little thing to the one and only friend she had. She refused to at anything at all except pasta and gravy, and only at 10 pm. The rest of the day she ate from the "candy drawer".
I spent a lot of time traveling on my own, to get away from her..
paid for my lodging with meals I bought and cooked each day..
and that is just a few of the highlights.. ( did I mention she took a riding crop to her mom? and mom allowed it ?)
I can't say I ever had a vacation as a child. My father didn't believe in such frivolity; he worked practically 24/7/365, except for occasional pauses to eat (quickly) and sleep. We never traveled until I went to check out colleges, and I think he hated every minute of the trip. Maybe that's why I love to travel so much! :-)
I'd have to give some thought to the favorite vacation and the dream vacation, though.
It wasn't a dream or my favorite, but we did have a nice vacation this past Christmas. We drove down to Florida to visit my in-laws at their condo (we get along great) and the weather was superb. We left our son with his grandparents so we could spend a night in Key West (a fabulous place). Driving the Overseas Highway is an incredible experience. We stopped at Bahia Honda State Park to view the old bridge, and at the Florida Keys Memorial (hurricane of 1935) in Islamorada. I had just read Hemingway's Hurricane, so that was fitting.
On the way home to PA, we spent two nights in a nice-but-inexpensive oceanfront room in Daytona Beach Shores. The Daytona highlights: 1) I went on a "ghost tour" of Daytona Beach with Dusty Smith, and bought three of her books Haunted Daytona Beach, Haunted Deland, and Paranormal Investigator.
2) I actually got to drive on the beach, where they used to run the stock car races before they built the speedway. It was the most absolutely gorgeous morning. Book connection: Daytona: from the birth of speed...
A quick stop in South Carolina, and then we were home. Not a dream, probably not my favorite, but a nice trip with good memories!
(The touchstone is not working properly for Paranormal Investigator. I tried to edit and fix it, and the whole touchstone thing froze up "loading," so I gave up.)
A cabin on a lake, near a mountain. Internet service and shower a must.
My dog has to come.
Seriously, my best time away from home is when I go to visit my kids.
I loved the days I spent in Galisteo NM with Giva...
I hate to say it, but in spite of having lived on a Great Lake and in North Carolina, I have never fallen into the Cult of the Lighthouse. I know it exists, I know many people participate in it, but I just don't get it.
(Unlike, of course, any of my little obsessions, which are all perfectly sensible and understandable. ;-)
I'd like to tour London and take in all the famous places. I'd like to see Lands End. I'd like to visit Manchester, where my paternal grandfather's family originated, and travel through Ireland and visit the origins of my paternal grandmother's family. Yes, you read that right -- my Dad came from a mixed Irish Catholic and English Protestant marriage, in an era when that just wasn't DONE! (Any wonder I'm always fighting for something or other?)
But the desire to see the "home country" is there. I've heard that it's got gorgeous countryside. (There's a reason they call Ireland the "Emerald Isle.")
I think my favorite vacation was the cruise we took last May for our 30th anniversary. We went up the inside passage of Alaska in one of the small boats that can get into the bays and arms where the larger boats can't go. We saw whales, wolves, sea lions, calving glaciers, all sorts of cool stuff.
My dream vacation would be Ireland. I'd like to see where my family came from and explore the whole place. Of course while there we might as well spend some time in England, run over to the continent for a couple of months,...
I also recall spending a week at a great-aunt's house in Rifton, NY. Dad took us fishing under the bridge of the NY Thruway. Nearby was a covered wooden bridge. My great-aunt did an oil painting of that bridge, and I've now got it hanging in my bedroom. Stuck in one corner of it is a photo of my mother with the covered bridge in the background. I mostly remember that vacation for two reasons. One is that one of my brothers accidentally whacked me in the forehead with a baseball bat. The other is another long, involved story.
As I teen, I used to spend summer vacation with a cousin and his family on the Delaware River, in a town called Calicoon - about 30 miles west of the original Woodstock festival. We did a lot of canoeing, and it's where we had our last Family Reunion.
My first wife and I took a 'vacation' (from both of us being unemployed) by doing a 7-week bicycle trip from northern NY to Pensacola, Fla. Now, that was an experience!!!
I took my now-wife (MrsHouseLibrary) on a 3-week vacation in '05 to the northeast - places I used to live, where I went to college (the Adirondacks), the place in Calicoon (where the oldest daughter now lives permanently), and 2 whole weeks in NYC.
In '07, MrsHouseLibrary did a 1-week cruise to Alaska, and tacked an extra day on the end so we could go through bookstores in Seattle.
I can't seem to pick a 'favorite'. Definitely not the one involving the baseball bat, though...
ETA: I don't have any place that I'd really lose any sleep over if I never got to see it. I don't get excited over the idea of traveling.
All I can say about your bicycle trip is ouch.
We also took the train when I was about 6 from California to Iowa to visit my grandmother (mother's mother) for a week or so. I loved that visit.
Dream vacation now? To go to all 4 Tennis Grand Slams and have Centre Court or the equivalent seating the whole time or to be able to see any match I want on any court. To stay in a very very nice hotel close to the venue, have access to all the shopping, restaurants, and touristy things available.
Or, alternate dream vacation is to go to every county in every state and every country in the world necessary to continue my genealogical research. To have unlimited time and $$ to do this.
A lot of them are in the Adirondacks. (We vacation there a lot; my husband has family a few hours away, and we usually leave our son for a visit with the grandparents for a few days of "alone together" time.): Climbing Blue Mountain and FINALLY reaching the summit; Big Tupper Lake at sunset; dinner at the restaurant at Stillwater with hummingbirds hovering nearby (you travel 10 miles on a dirt road to get there); time spent at the Big Moose Inn; the Adirondack Scenic Railroad.
One night, we took a moonlight bluegrass cruise on Raquette Lake. The music was fun. Then we went out on the upper deck and looked at the stars. It was an absolutely clear night, and in the non-light-polluted skies of the Adirondacks, you could actually see the Milky Way. I've never seen stars like that, before or since. Awesome!
And as karenmarie said (27): "I think, in hindsight, that my mother pretty much hated it. But at the time we didn't know that."
And we did have a lovely vacation, driving up highway 1, picnicking at lobster pounds every single day, stopping at the lighthouses.
I always wanted to go again, especially now that the age of the internet makes planning so much better. Alas, 27 years later, and it is still only a dream. My father, however, says that we created a monster. For Mama goes back every chance she gets! Once, she talked my father into going with her, but that became a camping along the way trip (Oklahoma to Maine!), with cooking at the campsite every day. So after that, she coaxed different daughters and her quilting friends to do the trip with her - no cooking required!
eta: when posting in FF, my touchstones never load...
We 'sailed' from Vancouver on September 10, 2001, and woke up in our room the next morning to the news of the World Trade Center. It was surreal - our eyes taking in the pristine beauty which surrounded us, and our ears the ugly truth of what was going on in the world. There must have been ripple effects to some of our fellow passengers. I recall one couple coming back on board, telling how their helicopter flight-seeing tour was commanded out of the sky: "Either you GET down, or we'll SHOOT you down". We had planned no expensive side trips, so did not lose out in that way.
We definitely noticed the difference on the flight home from Anchorage, though. We were the only passengers on the plane! My husband asked the crew why the plane was empty. "People are afraid to fly." Hubby says, "That doesn't make any sense. With all the extra diligence, this is probably the safest few days anyone will ever fly in this country." So the steward tells us we can sit anywhere. Hubby says, "first class?" Steward: "anywhere else."
A highlight of this cruise was taking a whale watching tour with Captain Jack on his boat, the SCANIA, based out of Juneau. I mention him by name, because, if you ever get a chance to go, THIS is the man to go with. (And I talked with many 'captains' from several ports.) I felt so sorry for the cruise line passengers who'd signed up for a whale watching tour, packed like sardines in their boat. While our party of four had the freedom of the SCANIA, walking about outside, or seated comfortably in the cabin, enjoying the delicious smoked salmon spread and champagne. At one point, one of the whales came up right beside me, close enough to touch, had I not been too startled to avail myself of the opportunity!
Jim53 (24), did you do your whole inside passage cruise in the small boat, or was it a side trip taken from one of the big ship ports? I would love to hear more about your trip! (Yeah, hoping to go back again...)
I'm so sorry to hear about your experience in 2001!
My husband and I already had our dream vacation for our 20th anniversary. We went to Negril, Jamaica (Couples Swept Away). Everything was PERFECT! We were upgraded at no charge to just a few steps from the water. The food and entertainment were unbeatable.
> 35 itbgc, I visited the St. Joseph website. In addition to all the lovely things you mentioned, I see they have winery tours and a Chocolate Cafe, too. (The chocolate might be enough to win my husband over to make a visit there ;-)
My most unique vacation was a one week bus tour of Malaysia on a bus driven by a mad Chinese driver. My boyfriend (now husband) was visiting me in Singapore, where my family was then living, and we saw an ad in the paper for a bus tour, one week all inclusive for $60, so we signed up. All the other tourists (and guide) were Chinese and no one other than ourselves spoke English. We somehow communicated, and visited every Buddhist temple in Malaysia from Malacca to Penang (and a few Buddhist monastaries).
My dream vacation would be a tour of the world's great art museums to see all my favorite art in person.
Vacation memories… we didn’t tend take ‘family vacations’ when I was a child, although getting sent off (via train) to stay with the grandparents for the summer was pretty good.
Some of my best vacation memories are from trips taken to various parts of Britain with my sister, and in particular doing, um, somewhat unusual things - like climbing Glastonbury Tor before dawn, small folk-harp on shoulder, to play in the dawn; crawling into a chambered cairn on Orkney, same small harp slung under me, to straighten up and play inside the 4,000 year old cairn; wandering around the Calanais stone circle in the twilight and rain, with some kind of night-birds crying overhead; climbing the Dunadd hill-fort *twice* in one day, because we missed the Pictish boar-carving the first time…. That sort of thing. ;-)
I’m *very* glad I did some of those climbing-up-this-or-that adventures in my forties, 'cause I’m not at *all* sure the anatomy is up for it now. (sigh)
We’re planning on going to Ireland in the fall – have to see what I can get into there.