On Holiday

We just returned from a really fabulous vacation -- not the kind of holiday vacation where you realize you are in-between lockdowns, and you search through AirBnB listings to see where you could go within a three hour drive in the next two weeks. That kind of holiday can be good too, and it has had its place in the last two years.

But not that kind.

The kind of vacation that is planned*
(*as much as possible given uncertainty of border closures, lockdowns, etc)
where you fly a very long way to see people you love who you haven't seen -- unexpectedly -- for years. 

The kind of vacation that involves beaches and warm breezes and tropical fruit*
(*but maybe show a little restraint because too much tropical fruit can mess with your system)
and sand and turquoise water and sunsets in the palm trees. 

It was spectacular in every possible way*
(*excluding long brutal flights with no leg room, lines in the hot sun, migraines, tropical-fruit-induced-system problems, snorting sea water, and sand in awkward body crevices).

And now I can relive it a little as I write up a few posts, evenings and weekends, around the return of Real Life (TM) which involves winter, darkness, the teaching semester starting in a week, and 204 unread work emails.