I have been working non-stop for weeks on end. Even years on end. It is partly my fault, as I am a workaholic. In that respect, the weekends are really important to me. I need mini-escapes from my current environment. I love little weekend road trips. I get to get out and take in a new mini-culture. I get to get out and leave the madness of the world behind for a little bit.
On my weekend trips, I take out my fancy camera and lens and go all out in my adventure. Just because it is local travel doesn’t mean you can’t have a grand adventure. We go with an open mind to fully take in the new locale. A place that is only an hour or two away might not seem like it would differ greatly. However, I have found in my travels that even a location that is an hour away can be completely different in vibe, culture and personality from the one you are in.
This past weekend, I finally had a chance to decompress and traveled to a little town called Balboa Island that had frozen bananas, candy stores galore and puppies frolicking about. There was an old style firehouse and post office. For a few hours was taken out of the hustle and bustle of everyday city life and everyday troubling news from around the world. There was a sense of tranquility.
There was a recent study that found we are living in stressful times. Everybody is a walking stress ball. We are biting down our fingernails. We are wearing the soles on our shoes through our constant pacing.
I looked out at the boats and pictured myself relaxing in some far off island drinking a Pina Colada.
Maybe in a few weeks we can all take a deep breath and dream a little dream.