Next year Mr. Adventure and I will celebrate 25 years together. I am psyched - not only because there is incredible victory in two head-strong first borns getting through a quarter century together but also because he is planning a trip. Just for us. We don't do that too often so I am getting really excited.
Where are we going, you ask? It is a surprise. And that is why I am writing to you, dear reader. I need advice...
Not that his nickname is a complete giveaway or anything but you can probably guess that I get a little nervous when I think about him planning a trip for us. Only because his idea of a cool trip and my idea of a cool trip can be slightly different. Yes, even after 24 years together, we still have trouble coming together on our ideas about some things. A real shocker, I know.
So far, my only ground rules for where we go are simple: I don't want to be cold and I don't want to have to wear a burka. Or a tunic. Or anything resembling maternity clothes. That narrows it down slightly. (I think he was grateful for that.) But for an anniversary trip I confess I am thinking about romance. Some girls include roughing it and romantic in the same sentence. I am not one of them. In the movies, the girls who are roughing it still look beautiful all sweaty out in the desert or in some jungle without a shower for a week but it doesn't quite work that way for me. I am clearly not Angelina Jolie and my life is clearly not in Hollywood.
Because our work takes us to lots of exotic and sometimes rustic places (and I am grateful), is it wrong to yearn for something simple, something safe and something in a place that is not at war? Don't get me wrong, there can be romance in these settings but I guess I am a simple girl at heart just wanting some basic sight seeing in a beautiful place with no worries. I would love to just walk with my tall man and see lovely country or seaside, linger in an outdoor café with a book and good conversation and end the day with great food. A bit traditional, I know. Predictable. Right out of a chick flick, right? Sigh. Guilty as charged.
We both work hard and we're both tired. This anniversary trip could be the most rest we'll get for a long time! So I don't really want to go anywhere where there is a complicated border control, where I have to get painful shots, where toilets have pet names like "squatty potty" or where I attract a crowd for not looking like anyone else within a 2,ooo km radius. I actually find myself yearning to be one of the tourists that we've always made fun of - perhaps because they go to more "normal" tourist destinations. I don't think we'll be guilty of being an "ugly American". I rather think we'd actually be interested in people and informed and ask unusual questions that reflect our deep interest in culture and we'll do it in some language other than English. (My dear US friends, please accept my deepest apologies for this ranting!)
Are you thinking what I'm thinking? Provence, Tuscany, Barcelona...Ahhhh, it sounds perfectly wonderful! But what if he's thinking Tripoli, Darfur, Syria? I know what he's up for. He's always RFA. It's his self-appointed nick name: "Ready For Anything". I am not joking. My version of RFA is more like: Romantic, Fire-friendly zone & Antipasto. Or Restful, Fun & Artistic. I am definitely not marine corps material...
I am so thankful that we can even go on a trip - I don't mean to whine. And I am thankful that because of my confidence in his love for me, I know that he will work hard to plan something that will delight both of us. I am just wondering what he's up to or if I should leave any other hints...
Hmmm...I wonder if he'll read this post?
I know, I know. Subtle, right?
Photo: Restaurant Hacienda San Jose in Mexico