Finally, finally, finally, after waiting all summer—all year, really—it’s time for a vacation.
There could be no greater column topic, and no greater joy, than the promise and outlook of a weeklong getaway.
Not only is that one week stashed away somewhere foreign and beautiful, but also one week free from the office and work in general. And the most work I plan on doing is bending at my elbow joint to bring an ice-cold beverage to my mouth.
Or perhaps one more joint I plan on working is my jaw in order to fit and force as much food into me as possible, seeing as how my vacation will start in the heart of my stomach, a.k.a. New Orleans.
Is New Orleans my favorite place on Earth? Probably. I would say definitely, but that question is subjective, some days my favorite place on Earth is simply my bed, some days it’s Panda Express, some days it’s the fictional land of Westeros, I really never know, it changes, you see. But New Orleans, well, it’s constant.
Anyway, I’ll start my vacation in good ol’ reliable, fun loving, one-of-a-kind Nola with my family in tow, including my dad, mom and little bro.
And I say ‘my’ vacation as if I were the funding behind this operation, which could not be further from the truth. Thanks, Dad! I am however, arguably, the brains behind this project, though, so that counts for something.
A day in New Orleans, sadly, is too short, I know. But it does add to the urgency and pressure of it all, so I plan on taking in the culture and atmosphere and people watching, etc. at six times the normal speed. And I also plan on eating every hour, on the hour. Gumbo, jambalaya, red beans and rice, oysters, beignets, even a Lucky Dog… Ahh, I’m foaming at the mouth already.
Hello, Jackson Square; Hello, Café Du Monde; Hello, Bourbon Street, I’m coming for all of you.
The stay in The Big Easy must remain short, though, as we’re to board a cruise ship the following day, which, hopefully, will take us far and far away. Not like Castaway or LOST or Gilligan’s Island status, I mean I want to come back safely at some point, but very far, far away for the week is perfect and right where I want to be.
And Mexico is as good as anywhere for the far-away-land destination.
A few stops in Mexico and a cruise around the Caribbean sounds just like what the doctor ordered this time of the year (cue Zac Brown Band or Kenny Chesney song here).
C’mon, just a few more days… I think I can, I think I can, I think I can.
A beautiful oceanfront view of crystal clear waters on beaches as white as snow sure beats the heck out of a stiff desk chair and a Mac screen.
No matter how much you love your job, no one could argue that.
Adios and vaya con Dios!
Caitlin Rickard is a staff writer for The Democrat. Email her at firstname.lastname@example.org or follow her on Twitter @wilsonnewswritr.