Vacation comes once a year for me, and so it’s a pretty big deal. By that time, I’ve usually managed to collect enough stress and sleeplessness to very nearly go insane.
The beach tends to cure both of those things for me. Well, the stress anyway. The ironic fact is that I usually tend to get less sleep at the ocean than at home. I don’t fault the cramped quarters or the noise for that. I blame the ocean. I can never stop looking at it.
Which makes the hotel balcony my very favorite part of vacation. I’m there almost as much as I’m on the beach, staring out at the people and the ships and the Navy jets and the water. Especially the water. Sometimes I’ll sit there until sunrise. Just watching.
I wasn’t alone in my sitting and staring this year. The couple next door made their nightly trips to their balcony, too. But as it turned out, their reasons for doing so were a little different than mine.
To hear their story, please stop by katdish’s site. The beach was nice. But I’m sure they would agree when I say some things mean more.
