I’ve done a bit of traveling over the past few years and have plans to do a good deal more. Travel, for most people, is easier to remember than the normal day to day life. It has a beginning, and middle, and an end. Like little movies in our minds. That seems to be the way we want to recall them. But after a while, the beginnings and the ends and middles and get muddled.
I remember the first time I visited Galveston Island with my family, but it is only bits and pieces, little snatches of the trip that have stuck all these years. We are standing on a pier, watching a fishing boat unload Red Snapper. I have this image of heavy nets full of bright red and silver fish. We went to a nearby restaurant and ate some of the Snapper. It was flaky and had a very light breading that molded itself to the contours of the flesh. This was not at all like the stuff you got at Zuider Zee. It tasted amazing as well. I have gone back many times but I have never found a Red Snapper that tasted exactly like that first one.
Of course, I never will, it was the first time. It was the surprise and the excitement of seeing the fish unloaded and being there with my odd family that never seemed to do anything together. I was young, but I don’t recall how young. I don’t if I was five or twelve, the early years are all just a blur. But I do recall that my Mom really loved traveling and so do I.
I’m thinking about going to Denver, or near Denver anyway. There is a Ren Fair going on, and I do like Ren Fairs.
My work takes me and sort of far, but it is not the same as a trip somewhere I want to go. Working is not the same as vacation. That is what all books on Travel Writing have to say. Taking and trip for work is not the same as taking a trip for pleasure, so if you just want to be on vacation all the time, this really isn’t for you. One of the morning shows way giving away weekend trip not too long ago. It was like a weekend in London or Honolulu or Key West. The very idea of spending only two days in a place that made my skin itch. Two days? Are you mad? Of course, I’m planning on spending a weekend in Denver. . .well, maybe a bit more.
