While I’ve been fortunate enough to travel all over the damn place of late, it’s been three long years since my wife and I took an honest-to-God vacation longer than a three-day weekend. That changes now when we head to my hometown of Reading, Mass. (just north of Boston) for a couple days to stay in my parents’ cozy accommodations (reviewed here), have dinner with a new friend I met in Beijing, and drink with a few old friends I met as far back as nursery school.
After that, it’s three days in Vermont (near where the recent floods hit) for my wife’s law school reunion. Then we’re off to Nantucket for five days with my folks. Growing up my family occasionally vacationed on the island. I hated Nantucket trips: beaches + restaurants + cutesy shops = boring. At 8 years old, I favored fast-paced visits to big cities, a preference I’ve maintained ever since. Until this year. I couldn’t be happier about our destination (and not just because my parents will be providing free childcare while my wife and I celebrate our anniversary at one of our favorite restaurants, The Boarding House).
Don’t follow along in real time at Twitter, Facebook, or Tumblr—I won’t be Tweeting, updating, or checking in (other than for reading, restaurant recommendations, and directions, Uncle iPhone’s getting a rest too). Our capable intern is covering for me at Louisville.com and I’m limiting myself to a quick 15-minute check of my other email and voice mail each morning. As much as I love my job, I’m looking forward to dining at a restaurant and not jotting down my thoughts on the meal.