I wanna know what you did last summer

July 1998. Amsterdam, Prague, Lucerne, Zermatt, Milan, Barcelona, Venice, Rome, Paris.

Why? It was the first time I discovered the world, completely unsupervised. Nobody wanted to supervise me when they discovered what happened. :)
 
June 2004. Roadtrip from Boise, Idaho north through British Columbia, Yukon, and finally Alaska.

The longest I'd ever driven by myself; unbelievably beautiful, unbelievably empowering to do it alone.
 
August 1975

Returned to Toronto from out West. Reminded myself how much I loved this place.

Moved back next year, never left.
 
August 1983. Went on holiday to the place where I currently live in UK. (names are witheld to protect the innocent - me.). We all fell in love with it, especially the boys who were 7 and 3 at the time. We did a camping holiday which was perfect. It didn't rain the whole 2 weeks, we spent time with a close friend and her kids who had moved there, and when it came time to return home, the boys let it be known how unhappy they were.

By November that year, we had sold our house, ex had found a job, we had found a house we loved, and moved there. Been there ever since.

May/June Last year. I flew to NY to meet Abs and Becca, then Cloudy at La Guardia airport where we flew to Boston, then by ferry on to Cape Cod and spent a blissful week in Provincetown. At the end of that week we were joined by Lucky, Vella and Min. It was magic. All these people I'd known 'forever' on line, and to meet them in person. Two things stood out. L&V's love for each other, and meeting Min for the first time. And our first kiss.
Two days later, L&V&M left, Cloudy and I flew to Washington and met Imp.

It was a magical time.

But the best ever, was that same summer, at the end of August, I flew to Boston again, and met Min. We spent a magical week together at Provincetown, in the same lodging house. Realised how much we were in love.

:heart: :heart: :heart:
 
matriarch said:
May/June Last year. I flew to NY to meet Abs and Becca, then Cloudy at La Guardia airport where we flew to Boston, then by ferry on to Cape Cod and spent a blissful week in Provincetown. At the end of that week we were joined by Lucky, Vella and Min. It was magic. All these people I'd known 'forever' on line, and to meet them in person. Two things stood out. L&V's love for each other, and meeting Min for the first time. And our first kiss.
Two days later, L&V&M left, Cloudy and I flew to Washington and met Imp.

It was a magical time.

Yes!

and, this summer, of course.....the year I made the trip I'd been waiting for for five long years. :D
 
hm... there would be two:

1993 with my parents (I was 13 then) when we backpacked through Denmark, Norway, Finland and Sweden for a couple of weeks. It was just a wonderful time we had - we saw so many things, places and met so many wonderful people. And since my parents don't speak English very well they kind of depended on me. Oh... and we were kind of blind-passengers on a Post Boat up the coast of Norway for a few days *gg*

2001 backpacking with my friend through Lithuania, Latvia and Estonia and then onwards to St. Petersburg. We didn't know shit about these countries and since then I'm in love with the Baltics.
 
Last summer, my partner and I did - shopping around the world in 45 days.

Chicago, San Francisco, L.A. Hawaii, New Zealand, Singapore, India, Jeddah, Athens (and islands), London and home.

The only place we didn't shop to excess was Hawaii - where everything was overpriced and the same as we could get in the states.
 
2004 - My sister and I both had some time, so we took a series of road trips to US National Parks out West: Lassen Volcanic Park, Crater Lake, Redwood, Yosemite, Sequoia, Death Valley, Las Vegas.

Ok, so Vegas isn't a National Park, per se, but it certainly was a wonderland of sights. :D
 
Does vacation HAVE to mean going away?

If so, then it would be the summer i ran away from home. Imagine, if you will, a little bitty (think about 90 pounds) barely teenaged girl packing a hiking backpack with food and one change of clothes, taking a hundred dollars, and wandering the western half of the US for three months. Life was interesting that year.

If not, then it would be the year i did very little travelling. That summer actually was filled with work, but the kind i've always loved. Lots of artsy-fartsy design stuff, shows all over the state and a couple in the surrounding states, getting up before the sun and going to bed at midnight or later nearly every day seven days a week... and every last bit of it worth the time spent on horseback. At least eight hours out of each day training the show horses for a stable, working with them on both western and English styles, show and competitive jumping, training for showmanship (teaching the horses the stances and such), even one steeplechaser to work with. Didn't earn a dime that summer but it was worth it.
 
1988 - Road trip to Florida from Chicago. Stopped for 4 days in Mamouth Caves National park and took several tours of the cave system. The wife and I love caves. Such beauty and splendor inside a mountain. Guides were fantastic and very informative.

Spent a couple of days in Atlanta...went to Stone Mountain Park to see the laser show.

Moved on to Tampa Bay/Clearwater area, spent a couple of days dipping our toes in the Gulf of Mexico...no waves to speak of, Lake Michigan has bigger waves, and the water was piss warm.

Drove across to Kissimee spent a couple days (4 actually) roaming Disney, Universal Studios, Sea World.

The on to Daytona Beach...stayed in a Hotel on the seashore. Big crashing waves, cool blue water, refreshing. Drives on the beach during the day. Walks at night, when the tide was out you could find all kinds of stranded sea life.
 
Summer of 2003: Ventnor, The isle of Wight (just off the South coast of England) It's a magical place and I return there every summer for at least a week.

and also the summer I turned 18 I spent 2 months in and around the Drakensburg mountains in South Africa. Magnificently beauty.
 
Actually I guess this is my best summer.
I'm with the woman I love (despite the ridiculous temperatures), we have an absolutely gorgeous country cottage to go back to in UK, and some time after that we'll be married in the company of family and friends.

I think any summer holiday is going to have to go some to top that.

:heart: :heart:
 
Nirvanadragones said:
Summer of 2003: Ventnor, The isle of Wight (just off the South coast of England) It's a magical place and I return there every summer for at least a week.

and also the summer I turned 18 I spent 2 months in and around the Drakensburg mountains in South Africa. Magnificently beauty.


Ventnor is a lovely, quiet place.

Mat, it never rains where you stay in the UK. Probably why you like Arizona. :cool:

Best holiday?
My honeymoon 20 years ago, island hopping around the Med.

Ken
 
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