It’s not long before I’ll be in the throes of a vacation we’ve been planning since Eirinn was conceived.
I’ve heard from many, many people how much they hate Disney. Some have even extended that hate to the entire state of Florida. Saying it’s where old folks go to be surrounded by tourist traps, too much heat, and die. Well, they eluded to that, I filled in the blanks. But that’s fine. They can feel how they want to feel about whatever they want to have feelings about. Who am I to tell them that their feelings are stupid and suck and make me want to barf Mickey Mouse souvenirs all over their faces?
That’s fine if they don’t want anything to do with the state of Florida and the many wonderous things that live there. That’s fine if they’ll never peruse the kitchen shop that is right outside of the Haunted Mansion, where you can buy toasters that burn Mickey’s face into your bread. And that’s fine if they’ll never experience walking around Disney Studios munching on a roasted turkey leg the size of your forearm. And it’s ok that they’ll never eat the best tuna salad I’ve ever had at The Land pavilion in Epcot Center. If they never see the pole I ran head first into not once, but twice, during completely separate trips to Sea World, that’s alright.
If they have no desire to see Kennedy Space Center or the Salvador Dali Museum or Gatorland, that’s cool. If the sight of marlins jumping in the ocean off the Atlantic coast doesn’t sound appealing to them, fine. If they can go their whole lives and not want to drive through the swamps and take a boat tour of the Everglades, whatever. If they’ve never wanted to hand-feed a pelican, good for them.
And it’s alright if they’re not keen on touring the Golden Girls lot (nudge, nudge) or see the model of the space ship from Flight of the Navigator or have their hair blown dry by a roaring T-Rex, that’s their decision.
But to me, all these things are exactly what makes for a great vacation. If you’d rather lay on a beach for two weeks with nothing but a bikini and a margarita, that sounds fantastic, but not for me. When I vaycay, it requires marathon training. There’s no rest until it’s over. I go until I crash. I hit that vacation like it owes me money. Most people would need a full month to do what I do in two weeks. Vacation is not restful but I wouldn’t want it any other way.