Saturday, March 6, 2010

En Vacances

I am on vacation. An honest-to-gosh, real, serious, vacation, which I define as 7 or more days and nights that do not involve going home, checking work email, or doing anything that you don't want to do. Long weekends don't count. Not even six months in Paris or Brussels counts, unless you spend six months without homework or a job. By my own definition of a real vacation, I have not taken one since January 2005, when someone's destination wedding took me to the Dominican Republic.

Why the five year drought? Because the past five years have been spent on grad school, studying abroad, starting a new career, and the minimal cash flow that accompanies all of those life events. But times have changed, and so here I am: In sunny Los Angeles for 10 days, 9 nights of honest-to-gosh, real, serious vacationing.

Today was the first day of The Vacation, and it started with a trip to Lamill Coffee for an organic cup of joe and the best brioche doughnut holes you have ever tasted. It was at this moment when I realized Parisian Spring might need a vacation too. So, while I know this trip will give me lots of ideas for blog entries, I'm going to try to disconnect my life for a few days and save those entries for when I return to the real world. After all, when a real vacation only comes around once every five years, maybe you should try to make it count.

À la semaine prochaine!


RasoirJ said...

A vacation from blogging is like a vacation from breathing. Not sure I could handle that.

Zhu said...

I can relate to the no-vacation, although I was lucky enough to do some serious backpacking last month.