ArcaMax

Enjoy this previously published Zola classic...

When you were in grade school did you have to write a paper each year about your summer vacation?

I always dreaded the “What I Did on My Summer Vacation” report. It was not that I hated to write. I liked that part. I just felt like my summer vacations were a bit dull. I didn’t do a very good job of highlighting what happened at the City Rec Center/playground. That was all fun. Everyday. We’d play sports, games, and make lanyards out of the silly plastic roping. They kept us busy for sure. When I was six years old, I was even voted Queen of the Playground. I still carry pride from that. No idea why, really. I guess it set me up to have an achievement mindset.

Most of the time the only thing I could think to write about was our annual trip to Waukegan, IL to see my grandmother. My parents would pack us all in the big Cadillac my dad drove, and we’d head 4 hours south to see Grandma and the cousins.

Other kids in the class wrote about their trips to Paris or the Grand Canyon.

I guess I was jealous.

This year on my “adult” vacation I decided to do something different. I had not been on a vacation in 18 months due to COVID restrictions. I didn’t want to relax by reading novels. I wanted a new experience.

My husband and I decided to book a cabin in the Blue Ridge mountains for a little getaway. Before the trip, I saw an article outlining what was going on in the area the week we were going to be there. I could visit an apple orchard or a vineyard. I could even go see llamas! I picked a craft class.

I have never taken a craft class on vacation. I’m more likely the one to teach the craft class when I’m not on vacation; or the cooking class.

This was going to be different.

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