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The Wonders of Solo Travel
Recharging My Batteries
So, I know my husband and my closest friends won't believe this, but I get grumpy when my batteries are depleted. ;)
Okay, so maybe my husband and my closest friends know all too well the wrath of Grumpy Patti with Depleted Batteries.
After a glorious mid-July trip to Mackinac Island with my BFF, where we spent time biking, eating, drinking, dancing and making merry in the Pink Pony and Horn's Bar with some of the finest sailors on the Great Lakes, I left the island as a solo traveler.
I needed a few days away from familiar people and places, so I headed down the coast of Lake Michigan on a solo adventure. For three glorious days, I popped into thrift stores, I ate ice cream on the daily, and I watched storms roll across Lake Michigan headed straight for my dinner seat in a restaurant high atop the Hampton Inn in Manistee.
(BTW: unpaid plug for this WONDERFUL Hampton Inn...omg...it sits right on the lake, has a beach bar complete with swing seats, and a fifth floor restaurant with views of the beach, the lake and the harbor entrance...). And Manistee is AMAZING.
But I digress.
Three days in the car with a lot of windshield time and I didn't turn the radio on for one single minute.
Three glorious days of silence.
I could almost feel the batteries refuel with each lick on an ice cream cone.
I texted a friend each night to report my safety and where my body could be found in case I was never heard from again. ;)
(Yes, I love my husband, but I needed a break from him, too!)
Three glorious days of not discussing "What are we doing for dinner tonight?" ;)
The only thing that disturbed my peace was a 6 a.m. fire alarm at a hotel. Luckily, it was a false alarm, but it is always fun to see that some people (I am not some people!) actually run out of their hotel rooms wearing, well, barely anything, at 6 a.m.
LOL and shaking my darned head.
The only thing I forgot to grab on my way out the door of my hotel room (this ain't my first rodeo with a hotel fire, so I threw on jeans, a sweatshirt, flip flops and a baseball cap because no one wants to see my 6 a.m. hair) was the room key (oops!), but the desk clerk calmly and efficiently resolved that problem while surrounded by big tall men in police and firefighting uniforms, laden with guns and axes.
Not gonna lie. I felt a little sad when I decided to turn the pony east and head for home. Those Lake Michigan beach towns are popular for a reason.
But those last three hours spent in the silence of the car, headed back to the Port City, topped off the batteries as I headed back to the warm familiarity of my own cozy beach town and a welcome discussion regarding what's for dinner?
Til next time, Solo Travel, til next time.
Peace and Fair Winds,
Patti Samar
Editor/Publisher/Chief Creative Officer
www.BlueWaterWoman.com
www.TheWriteCompany.net
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