Every year, late November – I take the vacation of a lifetime (literally).
My world tour (as I like to call it) takes place in the comfort of my very own home as I excitedly put up my Christmas tree. A “vacation” tradition that started by accident – has turned into my favorite weekend of the year.
It began decades ago. Without actually ever planning it, I discovered that I was suddenly scouring every vacation destination I visited for the perfect Christmas ornament. I sought out “special” ornaments – the ones that you could only find at tiny local gift shops. They were often hand painted by a local artist – and in some cases, more expensive than my airfare to get there.
To some, my souvenir shopping has turned into a full blown obsession. On occasion, I have been known to alter activities and arrive late for reservations – all in pursuit of the perfect ornament. I may or may not have also fallen victim to an utter state of frenzy due to a “lack” of ornament options in certain destinations (which I have also made a mental note of a great business opportunity). I now refer to myself as a “collector” as it seems to negate just a little bit of the crazy and serves as a better explanation for why it is physically impossible for me to board a departing flight without my coveted ornament safely nestled in my carry on.
My countdown has begun – in just a few short weeks I will be breathless in front of a Botticelli at the Louvre, island hopping through the Caribbean, river rafting in the Grand Canyon, wine tasting in Napa Valley and searching for my knight in shining armor in London.
I challenge anyone to plan a better trip than that.