I am ready to retire and become a snow bird. Why I still live in this godforsaken climate I don’t know, but I can safely say that I was meant to live somewhere warm. Four seasons are so overrated. I would never get tired of summer. I would still appreciate spring’s arrival without a harsh winter preceding it. If I want to see fall colours I could take a trip and hike in a forest for a week. I wouldn’t miss winter for a second.
Until I figure out how to escape winter forever, tropical escapes will have to tie me over. Blues skies, sunshine, drinks with little umbrellas and hanging out with a delightful friend works wonders for one’s mental state. I stuffed myself at buffets, had ice cream and spaghetti as a snack every afternoon, slept, read and had a gloriously lazy time.
“Isn’t it great that we are so in sync as travel buddies?” I asked at one point.
“You mean, isn’t is great that we want to do nothing?” My friend answered.
It was lovely to not have an agenda. I have returned from my beach vacation with renewed vigour and the belief that I will make it through the rest of the winter without a complete collapse. Doing nothing is glorious. Doing nothing in warm sunshine with a full belly and a Pina Colada is heaven.