Returning from an incredible week-long pilgrimage to Israel in March, Jamie and I decided the next logical step was ‘more vacation!’ Clearly we had not yet gotten over our little travel bug. Focusing on August, we began researching flights and climates and soon had a short list. I avoided texting entirely and after a brief discussion [negotiation] we agreed on Spain. Unlike previous trips to Europe there would be no overnight ferries, no 10 hour rail trips, just two locations over ten days.
With Michelin starred dreams of exotic Catalan cuisine we started researching sites to see, made a few dinner reservations, and booked our hotels. Then the phone rang; it was my older cousin, Alan. We were born just 3 days apart, grew up on the same block and lived in the same building in New York. We are almost like brothers. He quickly gets to his point, as Dancyger’s usually do:
You’re going to Spain this summer?
Yes, we just booked it.
Your Mother, told my mother.
Word travels fast through Jewish mothers…
Where are you going?
Barcelona and San Sebastian.
Want some company?
Jamie loved the idea and so did I. We’d certainly eat better with Alan along. I like to think I can spot good restaurants, but he’s just better at it then I am. He’d also spice up the travelogues with his carefree humor. Moreover, it would give us time to get to know his girlfriend, Michele. I forwarded off my spreadsheet, as I plan everything with a google spreadsheet, and watched as they [she] quickly laid out their own itinerary. They are going for a full two weeks, and will also visit Mallorca and Rioja.
Planning continued through May. Then in June Jamie decided it might be fun to look at a few houses in Marin. We’d always dreamed of moving to the ‘burbs. One thing led to another, we went to contract in mid-June, then closed and moved in July. We are still unpacking and settling into our new home; not exactly the best time to disappear for 10 days. But, it has been a stressful couple of months. Our July Fourth trip to Waitsburg was great, but I could not relax knowing how close we were to losing the house at that point. We could both really use a vacation—time away to chill out, explore and just enjoy ourselves.
So here we are. Jamie announced this morning that we are only a week away. One week!! I don’t feel one week away from a grand journey. I have not done a drop of planning in the last two months and that’s ok. Fortunately Michelle has done some research, and I can read the guidebook on the plane.
As per my norm, I’ll be traveling with laptop and camera, so check back often for stories, photos and perhaps the occasional video.