Florida. Vacation mornings. Who doesn’t love them?! Who doesn’t long for them?! Waking up in a new place, devouring breakfast, and rushing off to explore the area makes me giddy. Wanderlust. My curious, gypsy soul aches for it.
As hard as I try, and in spite of the lists I make, there’s always something I forget or misjudge, like the size of a bathing suit. This year, not only did I purchase the wrong size suit, but I also came up short with flip-flops that turned out to be too small, thus resulting in blisters. Mother of the year? No, and I’m good with that.
Do you know what else makes me giddy? Time to myself on the beach in the early morning hours. A chance to clear my head and breathe in the ocean air, while my mind drifts to what is, what was, and what might be. On this morning, I awoke to thick fog just as the sun was beginning to rise. I downed a cup of coffee, grabbed two cameras (I’m still struggling with film), and headed out to see what I’d find.
What do your vacation mornings look like? Do you have a travel ritual? Is there a favorite city you return to each year? Perhaps there’s someplace you’re eager to travel. Share your wanderlust with me…