For last month’s #travellinkup, I talked about my type of travel personality, how it has evolved over the years, and how it compares to Alan. This month a bunch of us are writing about travel contrasts, and since I just got back from a week in Maine, I thought I’d talk a bit about the differences between beach and city travel as we tend to have a good balance in our travels of each.
While Maine isn’t what people think of as a particularly beachy vacation, the state is lined with hundreds (thousands?) of miles of coastline and summer after summer families from all over the east coast (or in our case, California and Ohio) descend on Vacationland to play in those icy waters, and this year the house we rented had our own private beach where we spent many a glorious hour. It was a perfect week on the shore that I plan to share with you in the coming days – so many pictures to go through!
The thing I love about beach vacations – whether it’s an all-inclusive in Jamaica, a “quick” jaunt to Hawaii, or yes, a week in Maine – is that time seems to slip away and the main goal of the day is relaxation. Whether that means playing cards, sitting on the porch with a beer in hand, strolling through little towns, sitting on the sand, or kayaking in the open waters, I never feel rushed when we’re on a beach trip, and it allows us to really disconnect from the oftentimes frantic nature of our everyday lives. We wake up early, sometimes even before the sun comes up, and we go to bed early. Well, not when we’re in Maine with my family. Then we go to bed really damn late. The other thing I love is that there aren’t a whole lot of decisions to be made, plans to adhere to. I talked about this last month, but I’m a planner … and sometimes I can go overboard. When you’re at the beach, there’s not a whole lot to plan because you pretty much know what your day is going to look like: wake up, drink coffee & eat breakfast, go to the beach, go shopping for dinner, maybe throw in an activity, eat dinner, sit on the porch and watch the sun set. Rinse and repeat.
It’s hard for me to say which I prefer because it really depends on my frame of mind. This time of year when things are so crazy for us – Alan’s job is busier than ever, I’m working on two different book series with a third and fourth percolating in my brain, we’re trying to plan our move to Dublin at the end of summer … yeah, we needed that beach vacation. But last year at Thanksgiving? I wouldn’t have traded our week in London for anything and yes, that includes sunshine and blue waters.
So dear readers, which do you prefer – city or beach?