There’s No Place Like Home

NoPlaceLikeHomeUnlike Dorothy, I needed Delta Airlines to transport me back home.  I don’t have a pair of sparkly red shoes, my fault, for not taking my granddaughter’s advice while shopping.

“You gotta get the sparkly shoes too, grandma!” the 9-year old demanded.

“You gotta, gramma!” insisted the 3-year old, while pointing her index finger at me, and her other hand was placed firmly on her hip, which was exactly the way her older sister was standing. Do they practice this, or is it genetic? Their mother did that too, now that I think about it. Never mind – I just answered my question…

Oh dear. I got off on a tangent. [That happens a lot here at Not Pretending – BTW. Just so you know  😉 ]

I’m not sure who started this whole “travel for fun” thing. The explorers and pioneers probably did not have much fun. Unless it was a ‘rush’ to conquer unknown lands and bring back stuff made in China.

I complain about 4-hour flights in “economy class*”. I would not have survived month after month on board a sea-going vessel, or a covered wagon on the Oregon Trail. Not me.

Stories written by travelers make traveling sound exciting and romantic. Often movies portray travel in the same way. There are also some very creative travel blogs, with amazing photos and great tips.

I am not familiar with that kind of travel. The movie that portrays my experience traveling is “Planes, Trains and Automobiles”, with a bit of “Vacation”  thrown in to perk things up.  If you’re thinking, ‘Oh, she’s exaggerating to be funny’, you would be wrong.

The purpose of going on vacation is to have a fun and relaxing time. But there is no relaxing when you are traveling. Maybe there is to the travelers in First Class, which is why they pay four times the airfare than I do.

Airports used to be exciting. Now they are annoying. Every 5-minutes the dude on the speakers warns you about carrying other people’s bags and that ‘smoking is prohibited’.

Like I don’t have enough trouble carrying my own bags? And why the Hell are you reminding smokers that they can’t smoke? Do they even have a clue how maddening that is – especially to former-smokers (a.k.a., nicotine addicts)? Stop announcing crap unless there’s an emergency!

And then, there are all those other people around. Observing and listening, while you wait in lines and gates. ‘People Watching’ is considered an acceptable activity these days. When I was growing up they called it ‘being nosy’.

And then, there’s the noise factor. The neighbors above and next door to your hotel room never sleep. You hear them stomping around, watching high-defvolume TV. They make sounds that defy your imagination. What can they be doing up there? Moving furniture? Maybe we don’t want to know.

The noises got so bizarre on our last trip that hubby and I would lie in bed giggling and make up stuff about what was going on. When we noticed the water stain on the ceiling above the jacuzzi, we thought maybe it was repairmen. But at two in the morning? It’s going to be one of many mysteries we encounter when we travel.

Things NEVER go as you plan them. And the unknown variables that happen can really mess with your trip. Like hurricanes and their residual storms. It was making me crazy to be in a tropical paradise, with a gorgeous beach and not be able to walk along the surf or lounge under an umbrella reading my book while a waiter fetches me another soda. And forget about booking a tour to visit ancient ruins. Another outside activity canceled due to high winds and heavy rain.

In many ways it really sucked. But we survived. And here we are, back at our favorite place to be – ♥ home ♥

* PC term for "cram as many seats as we can into the plane for the largest profit class"

What’s Next?

A Guest Post by Susan

Well, after 43 years of marriage, you’d think I’d know what to expect.

I am a golf widow 5 days a week, sounds great, but he’s up at 4am to tee off at dawn and home by 10 am about the time my day is beginning, otherwise known as NO TIME TO MYSELF! It’s OK, I’ve adjusted. What I have not gotten used to is what he brings home at 6am!

One time an escaped dog, I had to find it’s owner while he went back to finish his game.

Another time it was an injured rabbit which I had him put in a box and cover so I didn’t have to face the bunny while I drove him to the humane society so he could recover?! And yes, he went back to finish his golf game.

Next time, he woke me up with an injured duck, seems he just crash landed on a green and couldn’t walk, this time he didn’t go back to his game cause someone had to keep the duck from struggling to get up while I drove to the humane society so he could get fixed!

The last time he surprised me early in the morning with a towel full of eggs (duck eggs) he found and was worried they were exposed! I asked him what he wanted, an omelet? Of course he was offended, I called the humane society to find out what we should do with them. I’m sure you would have done what they suggested, ‘PUT THEM BACK!’  After some discussion and protesting, he put them back.

I’m waiting to see what’s next…

Anybody need a bleeding heart golfer?

After The Wedding

A real treat today…

DJMatticus has graced ‘Not Pretending’ with a guest post! On Sunday I re-blogged his post about his wedding. Now is the follow-up you’ve been waiting for…

The snow capped peaks rolled into the pristine sky. The air was so clear you felt like you could see to the ocean if those same peaks weren’t resting on the horizon. The icy chill of the morning snapped out at the exposed flesh of our cheeks, noses, lips, and we didn’t care. Though, we are getting ahead of ourselves a bit.

The queen and I were married in April, in Mammoth. The end of the season, the start of spring, and yet, when we stepped out onto the snow at the top of the mountain (11,000 feet) for our champagne toast there were still eighteen feet of packed powder below our polished shoes, suit, and wedding dress. The day was cool, and the queen put on the little jacket she had made to accompany her gown, but as long as we were walking around we never felt cold. The vast mountains of the California Sierra thrust out of the ground around us. Banner, Ritter, and The Minarets watched on us we danced across the snow, jubilant, giddy. It was a perfect day.

After the wedding we had to drive home to unpack, do some laundry, repack and then catch our plane off to our honeymoon. There was quite the disconnect as we drove away from the mountains, away from the cool clean air, through the deserts. We skirted past Death Valley. We drove straight through the Mojave. We melted. It was miserable. It was silly and we laughed at ourselves. We married on the snow, to drive through the desert, to honeymoon on the snow.

We landed in Vancouver, got on a bus, and headed up to Whistler. There we spent four days enjoying the majesty of the Canadian Rockies. We enjoyed the icy chill in the air. We reveled in the scope of the rolling mountains. We cut some trails and tested our limits and endurance. We were never apart. We never wanted to be. Sadly, reluctantly, we packed up once again and headed for home. We wished we could take the coolness with us. We wished we could somehow stay forever, lost in our perfect conditions and stolen time away from responsibilities, the real world, life. We daydreamed about the life we could carve out if we didn’t return home.

Going on five years later, I have to say that while we haven’t yet returned to Whistler, some of the magic we felt while we were there has stayed with us. The coolness has tempered our emotions. The beauty has never left our eyes. The adventure urges us on. We added a little prince to our family this year. We’ve already taken him to Mammoth and let him experience the wonder that is the Top Of The Sierra. Soon enough he too will be joining us as we strap ourselves to pieces of plastic and throw ourselves off the side of mountains. Soon enough he too will know that living life with adventure in your heart is the only way to live.