On the fourth night of my recent
vacation I updated my Facebook status by saying the sometimes I feel as if I
can’t hold one more drop of contentment.
That’s the truth, and how I was feeling that night as I sat on the hotel
balcony on the bank of the St. Lawrence River staring at the stars and
listening to the soft lapping of the water on the rocks below while reflecting
on the past few days, and our plans for the next and final full day of the
trip.
We arrived in Alexandria Bay, NY on
Sunday, midafternoon. We were excited
not just to be on vacation, but because we would soon be reconnecting with
childhood friends of my husband whom we had not seen for over 20 years. We had a nice evening with them, after
meeting for drinks and dessert we walked up to the park overlooking the river
and sat talking at a picnic table late into the evening like teenagers. We spent the following day with them, taking
a boat tour and ending with visiting in our hotel room after dinner until they
finally had to leave for home. The next day,
despite being showery, we spent walking through the town looking in the shop
windows and watching the river and boat traffic from our balcony. Wednesday dawned cool and cloudy and was
spent much the same way as the day before except for the bright sun once the
clouds blew away. In the evening we took
a picnic dinner to the park where there was a free concert by a local blues
band. We bought both of their cds which
they sold during a brief intermission, and walked back to our temporary home in
semi-darkness talking about how much we had all enjoyed the concert, and
remembering the one from the year before.
Once we got Hillary settled into her bed I headed out to the balcony
where I felt the sense of contentment I mentioned earlier. The following day we spent pillaging the souvenir
shops for treasures and ended with a dinner at the nicest restaurant in town.
Our vacations are slow paced and
relaxing which is, in my view, just what a vacation should be since we spend
the rest of the year for the most part rushing and running from one thing to
another. I cherish a string of days to
let my mind wander and feel the fullness of my existence.
1 comment:
Sounds very happy to me!
Ralph
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