My last vacation was circa 2004. I don't even know the last time the Russian lover took a leave-town-for-pleasure-rather-than-business trip.
What have I done with all my paid time off? A day off here, a day off there. A shopping day, a visit with mom and dad, a day dedicated to checking a few things off the long-term to-do list. But in almost three years, I haven't taken off consecutive days from work, and I certainly haven't traveled anywhere for the purpose of escaping my life and relaxing.
Well, that will change in a few weeks when I drag the Russian lover away for a few very needed days of being somewhere else. I just confirmed reservations for a 4-night stay here, and not even the apocolypse will stop us from taking this trip.
When I booked the room, I was very particular about which room we wanted. The innkeeper was very accomodating, but suggested we might instead be interested in another room which had a private terrace. I declined politely, and continued to insist we were really only interested in the one room, a room with a large, rustic four-post beam bed. She soon realized that I knew exactly what I wanted, and then perhaps she also intuited exactly why I wanted what I wanted, because after a slight pause she said "yes, that room has a very...special..bed."
Indeed it does. And if you can't figure out why, I'm sorry to tell you that you have no sexual imagination and have left only disappointed lovers in your wake.
Anyway, it's not just the thought of a four-post bed that I'm excited about. This is the type of autumn getaway I've always daydreamed about: the coast of Maine, a small town, a cozy inn with a charming innkeeper, a room with a wood-burning fireplace and two-person jacuzzi bathtub...if it sounds perfect, that's because it is.