Visiting countries where it is not recommended to drink the water is not good for someone whose favorite all-time beverage is ice water. (I did not get sick, but juice—nor strawberry daiquiries—did not quench my thirst, so even now I feel so thirsty.)
It is sometimes not possible to get up off one’s beach-side lounge chair, even for a cultural tour, except when it is time to eat.
I like to eat.
I also—shocker—like to swim.
“Swimming” is relative. It was more like bopping around in the calm ripples while balancing on my toes. And while wearing a giant hat (see #1, re: sun).
I am afraid of jellyfish.
I am also afraid of swarming schools of minnows.
When in a foreign locale and spoken to in a foreign language I should know but don’t know my first inclination is to get terribly nervous and then, randomly, answer in French.
Bringing 5 (yes, five) books on a 5-day vacation is overkill. Especially when one of those books is the luscious novel The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle, a total of 607 pages, of which I am now on page 311.
This is because I like to swim.
The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle is brilliant. To those of you who recommended it, thank you.
While lounging on my beach chair, I had little glimmers of the novel I want to write next. They were sparkling points of light in my mind, up there like the stars, not going anywhere.
Sometimes I closed my eyes and looked at them.
I knew they wouldn’t leave.
I can’t wait to start writing.
But first I had to nap, and swim, and read, and eat.
A day in which there is nothing whatsoever to do is a perfect day. I can’t remember the last time I had a day like that.
These vacations are addictive.
But I wouldn’t need them if my life was quieter.
If I had a less-stressful job.
Or no job.
But who are the people with no jobs? I don’t see any.
So maybe I will go away again next year. And savor those 5 days. And read another great book.
If only a plane ride wasn’t involved.
Planes make me claustrophobic, give me headaches, make me dehydrated (especially on the flight back when they confiscated the water), and make me ache.
Cab rides make me car-sick.
I feel a cold coming on.
But my vacation pictures show me smiling, my cheeks the color of strawberry Jell-O.