Recently I took a trip with my wife to Orange Beach, Alabama. A beautiful place with wonderful people. Her parents, brother, her brother’s wife-to-be, and her son joined us in this three bedroom condo overlooking the Gulf of Mexico.
Two days into the trip, a large portion of my wife’s extended family joined us for a mother’s day celebration, so at any given time there were 20 people in this average size condo. A bit overwhelming for a guy who goes to the beach probably every 4 years at most, mainly to escape.
Heavy laden with stress from the overwhelming number of loud people I found myself wanting to escape. I went out onto the balcony later that night to journal, play with fire, and amateur photography. While on the balcony I noticed a man carrying his small child out onto the beach in the night. I can only imagine his intentions…but I assume they were of good paternal nature. The desire to carry one’s child out into the night in the new place. To show the child the possibilities of the ocean and the wonder of the night.
This night I found myself understanding my purpose more.
What are your experiences with vacations?
What do you take from my interpretations of the man’s actions?
Travel well friends.
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