Getaway Girl Blog

There's No Place Like Home

Food, frolic and fun.  That's what a good vacation is made of.

Mr. Organization and I indulged ourselves in plenty of all of the above last week while in vacation in San Juan, Puerto Rico.

We soaked up sun on the beach, soaked our livers in alcohol (vacation doesn't officially start until I've had the first frozen strawberry margarita) and soaked ourselves in Puerto Rican culture and cuisine. We sat on our 15th floor balcony, watched the Atlantic Ocean pound the shore and listened to the roar of the water as it lulled us to sleep each night.

A lovely time was had by all.

And an interesting revelation was made upon return.

While on the island, we noted the expense of items such as, well, a bottle of beer in a bar. That was costing between $5.50 and $7 anywhere we went. A margarita?  Shudder....I never looked at the bill (thank you for picking up the tab, Mr. Organization...).  A hamburger to help soak up the alcohol? Prices ranged from $9 to $15, depending on where we were.

So when we returned to the Blue Water area of southeastern Michigan(my home...Mr. Organization lives 500 miles to the north and at least 15 miles from the nearest Great Lake, which is part of the reason I can't bring myself to live there with him...my home is just two blocks from Lake Huron), we decided to pretend we were still on vacation for one more lovely afternoon yesterday.

We went to a restaurant on the St. Clair River in Marysville (the Junction Buoy for all who would like to know...yum!) and sat at the bar, which overlooks the water. We watched freighters chug past us as the sun sparkled on the blue water. A warm breeze flowed through the room as it was sunny and 75 outside.

And low and below, we happened to arrive during happy hour, which equalled $2 beers and $3 margaritas. We ordered an appetizer, also with a happy hour price, for just $3.99. Our total bill of less than $15 wouldn't have bought us two drinks in San Juan.

I turned to Mr. Organization, who was enjoying the warm breezes of my home community and dreading his trek home, to the north, where it is 30 degrees colder.

"Hey..." I said thoughtfully. "Maybe next year, we just skip all of those airplane rides, all of the expense of actually 'going' on vacation. Why don't we just vacation in Port Huron? We can open my bedroom windows and hear the roar of Lake Huron. You can look out my guest room window and see the sun sparkling on the water of the big lake. I have a large deck with cushioned seats and a setee that oozes with warm afternoon sunshine perfect for sunbathing, and if you must feel the sand between your toes, the beach is only two blocks away...there is a hot tub on my deck and at night, the trees in my back yard reflect the green flashing of the Fort Gratiot Lighthouse light...and I know of a sailboat that will take us for an excursion at no additional cost."

Needless to say, Mr. Organization didn't buy that idea, but it did make me laugh. I am fortunate enough to live in an area where most people would head for vacation. (Actually, so does Mr. Organization, if you like to hunt, fish, and camp in mosquito infested woodlands while on vacation...).

As for me, I'm just going to keep the doors and windows open all summer, listen to the waves hitting the shore and watch the lighthouse flash on the trees each night and continue to "pretend" I'm on vacation while in my very own beach cottage...all summer long.


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