SM and I just got back from a quickie trip to Orlando Florida.
I described it as a much needed "Break."
A chance for something different.
Warmer weather, new sights and sounds, eating out.
What is it they say?
Eat, Drink and Be Merry?
SM knocked it out of the park with his selection of the hotel/resort that we stayed at. The Hilton Grand Vacation Club was simply beautiful. An oasis in the middle of a city.
And I wish that BJ's Brew House had a location in Charlotte because their Asian Chopped Salad is my new addiction. Seriously. SM and I ate there 3 nights in a row and I ate that salad EVERY night. SM swears the Crispy Jalapeno Burger was THE best thing he's eaten (besides my cooking) in months.
So our creature comforts were more than satisfied.
But what about the "Be Merry" part of it.
What did SM and I want to do with our short vacation?
Well...Here is where things kinda short circuited.
I assumed that being in Orlando meant going to the parks. You know, Disney, Universal...We'd been there before but it had probably been 15-20 years ago. I thought "Hey, we're not getting any younger."
I tend to like to do things when I go on vacation. Be active. Follow my nose. Go.Go.Go.
SM on the other hand wants to r e l a x when he goes on vacation.
As in get horizontal.
Hang out at the pool.
Soak in some sunshine.
And we both got our wish.
But we each bored the other to tears.
Universal was a bust. I thought we should check out the Harry Potter attraction (since we'd never been) and we waited an hour to get on the ride only to find out that older farts (who used to ride roller coasters in their youth) should really give it up after their fifth decade as motion sickness will ruin your day faster than a car wreck.
So we were back at the resort by 1:00 and SM got horizontal for almost four hours.
SM loves a good nap.
I used too.
Seems I can't sleep for long day or night anymore.
So I got up and hung out on the balcony.
The next day, I thought we should do Epcot. SM and I both loved it when we went there years ago so I thought it was a pretty safe bet.
Turns out Epcot was just as old and as tired as we were. Everything was pretty much the same. Which kind of surprised us. Again, I think we just assumed that over the years, things would change. I like "The Worlds" area best, but I swear the films they showed us were from the 1970's. I noticed SM's boredom and put an end to his misery by calling it quits around 5.
I told SM later that night that it was silly to try and "force" it for another day. I hated the idea of wasting money for a trip that was getting off kilter.
SM thought we should take the next day and just hang out at the pool. Sleep. Relax. Soak in some rays. But hanging out at a pool is not my idea of relaxing. Screaming kids don't compare to a walk on the beach.
"Lets go to Hilton Head later in the month for a long weekend. You can golf and I can walk the beach. We always have a good time when we go there." I offered as a compromise.
So we came home a day early.
And I'm glad of it.
Turns out there's no place like home.
But it does make me wonder.
Is that it?
Is this all there is?
I felt bad that the trip was kind of a dud and voiced this opinion to SM who wisely pointed out that "Yes" maybe some things are past.
Over and done with.
What interested us as kids just isn't the cats meow anymore.
But that doesn't mean that there aren't new roads to travel.
New paths to explore.
We just need to figure out where they are.