Top ten steps to a perfect vacation?
Bwahahaha! Like I’d know? When we decided to go to Spain for the summer, I made a list of the things I’d do on my perfect holiday. (You know the drill: beach, concerts, sailing, museums, great restaurants, shopping, fabulous local celebrations…) Then I threw it away because this trip was a NOT-vacation. It was a workation, a last-ditch effort to finish writing my very delayed book-in-process and make a start on the next one.
But as we got ready to come back to Scotland, I realized that somehow I’d had a holiday anyway.
Instead of lolling on the beach, we took dips in our landlords’ pool in the early evenings, or just sat next to it watching as the birds swooped down to scoop bugs from the water, or (if we sat there long enough), to see the bats do the same.
Instead of sailing, we took a ferry down to Spain. Once there, we took the dog to the river and threw her ball for her to swim out. If we didn’t throw it far enough, she would swim across the river before turning around to bring it back, carefully circling around the other swimmers floating lazily in the sun.
Instead of concerts, we listened to the water that had once powered the old mill, and bells on the cows as they wandered just outside the walls of our house. In town, we’d hear the bells from the church ringing the hour across the plaza.
Instead of designer shopping, I prowled the weekly local outdoor market, getting a dress for my daughter, and a beautiful wooden bowl for myself.
Instead of museums, we were living in a part of local history, a mill that had been in our landlord’s family since the early 1800s, and which still contains the beautiful milling equipment. I visited the thirteenth century church, saw the medieval walls of Avila, and laughed with two hilarious Australian gentlemen outside the incredible twinned Cathedral of Salamanca.
Instead of michelin-starred restaurants, we ate food from the local artisans who sold bread, meat, fruits, and fish. We sat at outdoor tables drinking regional wine or cerveza (beer) in Piedrahita, in Avila, and in Salamanca as the sun went down and the plazas filled with grandparents pushing strollers, kids running and laughing, friends and families chatting about the events of the day.
At one local restaurant, La Hueveria Del Ganso (The Goose Egg), the chef stopped by our table to apologize that they couldn’t make their signature goose egg dishes because in the August heat, the birds weren’t laying. (Side note: at a later dinner with local friends, we were told that they had given some of their surplus geese to the restaurant with the promise that they would be treated as pets, and indeed on subsequent visits were happy to see that this was the case!)
And it all worked. The book was finished and sent off to the publishers, the new book well underway. Thanks to our fabulous landlords, the dog and I brushed up on our Spanish. And thanks to the wonderful food stores, I developed a serious case of knife envy.“¿Te gustaría que los filetes?“
Okay, I admit it. When Marissa in her beautiful carnicería (butcher shop) asked me if I wanted the chicken filleted, I hesitated. Surely that was something I could do myself? But I just nodded, and then watched in amazement as her sword (it was really way too big to be called a knife) danced along the chicken, while thin pieces fell into elegant slices. A moment later, the beef wafted into a layered stack ready for sandwich steaks. Could I have done it myself? Perhaps. And still ended up with the number of fingers I started with? Unlikely.
And she wasn’t alone. The pescadero (fishmonger) chatted while he hefted the huge fish (head still in the tray so that customers could verify the bright eyes and gills of the freshest possible offerings). Scales and fins disappeared, the tray was scraped, and then his knife skipped along the center, bones lifting away. Of course, I could have done it myself. About the time that fish head could fly…
At the panadería (bakery), I already knew the loaves would be fabulous because Luis tooted the horn of his van in the driveway every day around noon and I could get them straight out of the oven. They’d be still warm, and so good sometimes the dog and I had to eat bits as we carried them inside.
After about a day, I gave up any pretense of trying to do this stuff myself, and gratefully took the beautifully sliced, filleted, and cut up food they offered. I enjoyed the sun blazing down so hot and fierce that clothes were dry almost as soon as they were on the line, especially because I could write inside the two-foot thick coolness of the old mill’s stone walls. And I especially loved hearing our landlords tell me about the local history and people. For someone like me—American and writer—having stories start with “Three hundred years ago…” is like winning the vacation lottery.
I can’t wait for my next workation!
So how about you? What was the best thing you did NOT do on your last trip?
quiall said:
That is what a proper vacation should be! Not a prefab, package soul-less trip so many people take.
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barbtaub said:
Every once in a while, I think those trips sound kind of good though…
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RMW said:
Having just come back from a week where we were in a different location every morning, afternoon and evening and packing bags every day I began to think how wonderful it would be to stay in one place and really get to know it. Well, there is a place for each type of vacation (or workation) and yours sounds loveley.
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barbtaub said:
I admire your energy, but I have to say that I just don’t think I’d have what it takes to attempt that kind of trip. Hope it was great for you!
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Mary Smith said:
It sounds like you’ve had a fab holiday – as well as a really productive time away. Are you sure you want to leave Spain’s sunshine for what’s at home? We had summer last week.
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barbtaub said:
Well, darn. We missed it that day they had Spring too…
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Cathy said:
It sounds heavenly…who needs designer shops and as much as I like coasts that corner of Spain looks so lovely.
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Cathy said:
PS glad you the writing done too 🙂
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barbtaub said:
My poor hub is VERY glad of that. He was getting pretty sick of hearing me whine about it!
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Cathy said:
Can’t wait to read it!
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barbtaub said:
It took me a few weeks to put it together, but I think one of the reasons I liked it so much there is that it reminds me of the part of California where I grew up.
(Here’s a picture from close to where we were staying.)
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Cathy said:
Ah, yes that’s a definite plus
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jennypellett said:
This looks idyllic…and to finish your manuscript has to be a bonus. I love just mooching around pretending I’m a local when on holiday.
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barbtaub said:
Well, nobody there believed I was a local for one second. For one thing, I had a pet dog, which is pretty much unheard of in rural Spain. It’s not like the UK where your dog is your ticket to conversation and acceptance—a fact that was glaringly clear when a guard with his taser out chased us out of the Salamanca train station!
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SD Gates said:
Sounds like a wonderful vaca, whoops workstation!!! Congrats on getting your manuscript sent off. That must feel great!!!
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barbtaub said:
Thanks! It did feel great. For almost a whole hour, and then I was all about “how long will the next book take…”
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SD Gates said:
I have been “thinking” about my next book for Hmmm let me think….about one year…and still nothing on paper. Talk about procrastination at it’s finest. I have been sucked into the blogging vortex and I can’t get out.. Do you think they have Med-Alert bracelets for people stuck in that vortex (like the lady – “I have fallen and I can’t get up”) – I need a bracelet like that “I am blogging and I can’t stop”.
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barbtaub said:
Hahaha! I love the idea. I’ll be your first customer.
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SD Gates said:
Worktation (what the heck – is there auto correct on these reply thingies?)
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Paul said:
Sounds delightful Barb. I’m on disability now but I used to drive tractor-trailer long-haul in Eastern Canada and the US for a living. My “Trips” would last for months – each day in a different place. It’s an amazing way to see the different cultures in North America. I did get laid over sometimes and have explored most of the major North American cities. A job like that and one is “married” to the truck – sort of disallowing any relationships but the most casual (I’ll see you when I’m in town next week, month, year?) It’s a young man’s job but fewer are doing it anymore. I suspect that the NA cultures are more homogeneous than European cultures. Basic Language, Entertainment, Retailers, available services, etc are often common across the continent and countries. Some food and local dialects are different but there are more similarities than differences.
I would really enjoy the type of work-cation you took It sounds very enjoyable.
Great post, as usual Barb Thank you.
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barbtaub said:
Thanks, Paul. I’d really love to hear more about your travels, because everything you’ve talked about sounds fascinating. Would you ever consider a guest post for my blog?
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Paul said:
Sure Barb, I would be honored to do a guest post. My e-mail is paulccurran@hotmail.com Just let me know what you would like – topic, length, date, etc.
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David Bridger said:
I love your blog so much! Feels like I’ve been on holiday with you! 🙂
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