The advantage, or maybe it’s a disadvantage − however way you want to see it − but we change our travel destinations as often as the billowing winds change directions on a mountain lake.
“Okay,” I said to Hubby. Let’s just drive to our most favorite place in the world, and we’ll decide from day-to-day what our next stop shall be.
“You know, that’s the best idea you’ve had all week.” he said, and gave me a big happy kiss.
I have written about Lake Constance, in Germany, before. Where else can you breakfast in Germany, take lunch in Austria, drink an afternoon coffee in Liechtenstein and enjoy a glass of wine in the evening on the Swiss side of the lake? This is only possible in the four-country-region- Bodensee… or known as Lake Constance. It’s like a second home to us, and only a good hour and a half drive from our house.
We just love our trusty camp ground, and this time we even got a space that allows a narrow view of the lake between tall trees.
But before I say anything more, I have to admit — one of the reasons we drove to a camp site so close to home was because we were exhausted. Yes, exhausted from all the zillions of little pre-vacation things that had to be done. Packing our caravan has become a marathon of carrying laundry baskets full of clothes, medications, blankets, pillows, food, cell phones, laptops, Kindle, chargers and storing them all away in the caravan, so that nothing, not even a bra strap is caught hanging out between the hinges of the cabinet doors. Maybe we are getting old, and maybe the need to take everything in question with us has increased with age. Gee, I can remember going on vacation with just a little handbag. Ha ha − that was about a million years ago.
Nevertheless, the vacation started off with a bang… or better said with a click. I was waiting patiently in the car, eating one gum drop after the other, while Herbert, my hubby, was in a gas station’s men’s room. The car radio was playing some cool music, and not till after the fourth or eighth song − or maybe it was the empty gum drop bag, but I suddenly sat up in alert. What is taking my dear Hubby so long? I got out of the car and marched to the gas station, when suddenly my husband approached me.
“So how long were you planning on waiting before checking up on me?” He asked a bit disgruntled.
“What took so long?” I said, while suppressing a sweet sour taste of gum drops coming up my throat.
“The lock broke on the bathroom door, and I banged and knocked and yelled on the door till someone finally let me out!”
Hubby suddenly began to laugh, saying the people at the gas station and even some customers, who urgently needed to use the bathroom, were in a tizzy trying to get the lock open.
“Now that would have made a good vacation shot!” I exclaimed. We both laughed, and then I knew − when stupid things like that strike one as funny it’s a sure sign that vacation time has started.
That evening we ate in a lovely restaurant by the sea. But even better than the food, were all the little signs, stuck between roses and weeds, with wonderful wise quotes written upon them. I took some snapshots of them, and am more than happy to translate the quotes for you. So in this first of the latest travel report series: this is quote no. 1.
The practical thing about vacation is that it not only renews your strength to start
working again, but it makes you so damn broke, that it really gives you no other
choice in the matter.
PS….The header photo I just took this evening.
I swear! No photo shop!
PPS…I will be writing soon again. Hope to see around, and I would love for you to leave a comment. Thank you!