Vacations are the most necessary thing. They are also a rude tease, because they wipe out your to-do list for that period of time. While this allows a space for needed relaxation, reading, personal reflection, and several rum and cokes, what it does not allow is mental preparation for the evil bombardment of “busy” the moment you step off the plane and back into reality.
Costa Rica was everything I dreamed it would be. It had the flair and culture of a small local town and it had the little luxuries of condo vacationing – complete with air conditioning and internet connection.
We ate endless seafood, visited local dives, went zip-lining through the jungle while angry monkeys cursed squeakily for us to leave their territory. We scoured rocky beaches, visited local festivals, drank cuba libres on the street, and I found a passion for cooking that must have been waiting to be unearthed, because it arrived with vehemence.
A Restaurant/hotel called Villa Coletas. It overlooks the jungle…no big deal
Jaime and Chelsea, two beauties I was lucky to get to know
the aforementioned Cuba Libre (note: you do not need more than 1)
Back at Villa Coletas on our last night for drinks and a sunset
And we got a freaking sunset. This is #unfiltered, people.
And finally, a photo I took on our final morning from the living room of our condo.
Our flights were cancelled, re-routed, cancelled again, and delayed, but eventually we slid somewhat safely (yes, our plane slid on ice as it landed) in Chicago and made our way over crazy icy highways home. What an un-warm welcome.
And now it seems like Costa Rica is far in the past, although my skin flaking away my tan is a hint that it wasn’t all that long ago. Since I’ve been back, Ryan and I have been frantically trying to get back on track and caught up with school – assignments, papers, tests, extra-curricular assignments (such over-achievers, right?) – and the anxiety has been UNREAL. It has made me wonder on more than one occasion if vacation is even worth it.
We go to escape our CRAZY BUSY lives for a few short days, only to bask so heavily in our time off that we nearly squeeze the seconds away more quickly, and then we are forcefully returned to our lives of GO, GO, GO.
There are the people who do it without a hiccup, but I’m not one of them. And it makes me wonder if we all tend to over-do things in life. Do we take on too many projects, too many hours of work, too many activities? We should all be able to make time for ourselves with or without a plane ride. Don’t get me wrong, I will fly anywhere any day of my life if I can, but I guess this is a quick reminder to you and to me to always find time to turn off your inner To-Do list and do something for you. Something that will help quiet and calm your busy soul, and remind you that you don’t always have to be doing. Sometimes when we think we need a vacation maybe that should be our hint that what we really need is to turn down our GO! meter, just a notch.
So relax. Take a deep breath. Read, write, paint, garden (inside), cook, listen to music, stretch your muscles, have a cocktail. (and for the love, don’t let Facebook be part of your “you” time)
To taking my own advice,