I don't know if it's the oppressive heat, the sodden humidity (yes, the double reference is intentional), or just the need for a reprieve, but I have not been this anxious about a week-long vacation in a long time. Obviously I love to travel...this IS a travel blog and all, but as we get older and have more obligations and economic restrictions, traveling isn't always as relaxing as it once was. And often it's only a semi-extended weekend (i.e. leaving at 4 on a Friday.) Oh how I long for the days where my mom planned it all, organized the paperwork, my dad booked all the hotels, cars, and planes, and I essentially showed up with my suitcase and experienced pretty much amazing and unique itineraries.
Granted, I learned from the best and now am pretty good at engineering some cool itineraries and organizing myself pretty easily. Thanks parents! And now I have a great travel buddy, the boy, and we are both STARVED for a real vacation and fortunately we have the same plans in mind: relax, eat, read, bike, explore, hike, sail, relax, sleep, swim, repeat. Oh, and apparently I just learned we'll be renting scooters. Oh boy. If you've ever seen the boy drive, you'd be worried too.
Twenty-four hours from now, we'll be flying north to the much milder and less humid climate of Maine. We couldn't be MORE excited. My bag has legitimately been packed since June 20th. And it couldn't be more timely as tomorrow is supposed to be over 100 degrees in NYC, the hottest day of the year so far. Have fun sweating profusely without me!