Vacation, all I ever wanted

40 B4 40
22 days to go


I've skipped a couple of days here and don't feel one bit guilty about it (OK, just guilty enough to say that I don't feel guilty, carry on).


One gets busy sitting around in one's pajamas and solving the world's problems. 

These are the kinds of vacations that make my world's problems disappear anyway, and that make my world go 'round, for that matter.  Nowhere to be at no particular time and nothing to do when we get there (or don't get there, whatevs).  Just coffee and wine and non-stop catching up.  The kind of vacation and the kind of crowd where you're planning your next meal 3 bites into your current one, and where that's the most complicated planning of the day.

Pure bliss.  True happiness.  And total relaxation.  

It takes a certain blend of friends and location and timing to make this magic happen.  A recipe of long spans since we've seen each other, lots to do (but absolutely no rush to do any of it), great food, and comfy chairs.  Add a dash of just sitting around and smiling at each other because simply being in the same time zone is a wild improvement over yesterday.  And generosity. Generosity of spirit, of talents, and of time spent suspended away from our real lives so that we can soak each other up in this vacation version. 

Yep, that'll add up to some seriously good vacations.  Let's start planning the next one while we're only 3 bites into this one, shall we girls?