One of the strangest things about moving to your favorite vacation spot is that, well, now it’s your home. Can it still qualify as your favorite vacation spot? Because generally vacation is the place you go to get away from home. Dictionary.com says vacation is “an act or instance of vacating”. But why would I want to vacate my favorite vacation spot? It is all a bit confusing and this week we found the perfect solution – the STAYCATION. I know that usually means you stay home, close the blinds and turn off the phone but for us it meant packing an overnight bag and heading 10 minutes down the road to our favorite resort. And I found out that it is still my favorite piece of beach to relax on, but now it’s even better because it’s without the crappy things that most vacationers experience:
- Day 1 Sunburn pain – we already have a suntan, so we did not get that overeager tourist sheen that I saw on most of the other guests
- Pushy salesmen – oh to watch the light go out of the eyes of the timeshare guys, the beach vendors, the tour operators when I said, “No we live here – not interested”. They still tried but with no conviction – they knew they had lost before they began. And the braid lady. She knew darn well that no one actually wears those braids in their real life.
- The whole travel experience – getting a taxi to the airport, fighting the lines at the airport, the rushed stripping down and redressing in the security line, the lost passport, the crunched knees in the tiny seats, the lost luggage….. no, we packed in under 5 minutes, jumped in the convertible and were at the resort in 10 minutes. Already rested before we began relaxing.
- The stuff you forgot or just can’t take – you know that giant straw hat that doesn’t fit in the suitcase but looks really stupid at the airport? Threw it in the back seat. And the pillow. We didn’t bring ours, but we could have – because fat pillows can ruin a vacation. And the coffee maker. And some snacks. A couple of bottles of wine because you know how much they charge for that at a 5-star resort.
- The expensive meals and fake shows. When you’re on vacation in a new spot you feel the need to experience the ‘culture’ that the hotel offers. But I can eat real Mexican food and watch actual Mexican dancers in my town any day of the week. Which means I felt no need to spend $59.99 on fake Mexican night. We listened to the music on our balcony while sipping our own cheap wine and watched the tourists dance like fools with those balloon hats. Oh no, they’re actually singing YMCA now.
Instead, I got to enjoy the parts of my favorite vacation spot that I really needed this weekend – the alone time walking the beach, the lack of responsibilities, the absence of deadlines. The nice housekeeping lady making my bed and cleaning my toilet. The restaurant chef making my omelet. There was no dust, no dogs, no chickens. For just a couple of days I felt like I was on vacation, even though I could almost see my home as I walked. I read lots, watched some cable TV since I don’t have that at home, enjoyed a bubble bath, laughed with my hubby. I vacated my regular routine and to me that is a true vacation.
And the day after tomorrow I’m getting in a taxi to the airport. I’m going to fight the lines and the security and pray that my luggage arrives. I’m going to be a tourist and explore the city of Oaxaca with my family. And who knows, maybe I’ll find my new favorite vacation spot!