Greetings and Salutations my curious friends,
The first time I was standing in the hallway, inoperable room key in hand, we were just hours into our trip. We had made it to our rooms, unpacked, booked our dinner reservations, met family for a spot of afternoon tea and watched the ship pull out of Sydney Harbour as the sunset shone brilliantly off the Opera House. Upon returning to our room I was met with a spot of bother. I swiped my card and tried the door.
I swiped it again, but slower.
No matter how many times I swiped, or how many different speeds I swiped at, my key card would not work.
Thankfully I had my Husband-In-Tow and he was able to open the door as I headed off in search of help to fix my key. The most obvious place to start was Guest Services on Deck Five.
My Darling Vagabonds,
If you know me, or have even spent more than five minutes nosing around this website you’ll know that I’m a big believer in being a tourist in your own town. And I’m sure that if you’ve spent any time on Pinterest or browsing the holiday pages in the Sunday paper you will have come across the term staycation. To those who haven’t already embraced the idea of ‘living and loving every moment’ a staycation is a thing you do where you do touristy things without leaving your own city. Sound familiar? That’s because it is. It is the very thing we’ve been aiming to do here by being tourists in our own towns. To me the term ‘staycation’ conjures up a completely different image than to other people.
So what does the term ‘staycation’ feel like to me? Staycation sounds like sleeping in, no appointments to run to, no house to clean, limited cooking to do and no guilt associated with taking the weekend off because I’m on staycation. To me a staycation sounds like a break from the real world. No one expects you to do any of those things when you go away on holidays, so why would you do them on staycation?
If you’re dreaming of having a break or are desperate for a little down time, you need to read on. Grab a cuppa, sit back and prepare to be inspired to find a weekend to kick back on and have your own staycation because here’s how it is done, Brunch Fuelled Vagabond style.
A proper, relaxing break takes planning and preparation. There is nothing less relaxing than being the one to do all the work or finding that you had intended to go for a swim in the pool but forgotten that you have to spend two hours fixing the filter first.
To prepare for your staycation you should do the following in the days leading up to your weekend off:
It feels like everywhere I look I am seeing the term Staycation. The idea of having a vacation in your own city has taken the internet by storm. If not a storm, then a well intentioned heavy shower.
And I just want to say two things – ‘called it’ and ‘why aren’t we doing this on a regular basis?’ Being a tourist in your own town should be a way of life, not something that we reserve for special occasions. You should go to museums and parks, eat ice cream at the beach and have breakfast at your favourite look out. But you shouldn’t save it all up for the one weekend when you make the effort to enjoy the world around you. Release your inner Vagabond and make the activities we often reserve for vacation a way of life. We do those things on vacation because we enjoy them and want our vacation to be memorable. It really stands to reason that we should do the things that are enjoyable and memorable on a regular basis instead of plodding through our lives waiting for the next designated fun time.
Unfortunately holidays can be expensive. It takes some of us all year (or longer) to save up to do the things we wouldn’t usually spend the money on because we’re determined to make the most out of every moment of our getaway. While the following list of ways to be a tourist in your own town is in no way definitive, it should give you a good place to start without having to break the bank and sacrifice your holiday savings.
Or, ‘In Which We Ran into a Speed Hump in Life, Ordered a Pizza and Accidentally Went on a Metaphorical Journey’
Ahhh My Lovely Vagabonds,
Here I am again in front of my keyboard waffling on. But I call it a journey because it was. Journeys often take you somewhere new, teach you things and leave you with a sense of change. And getting passports for our girls certainly did all that.
Well, that was disturbingly deep. Let’s get on with the part that ultimately leads to laughter and shenanigans.
So, a couple of years ago we decided we wanted to take our kids on a cruise. It had been Bek’s dream forever to leave the country to see new places and discover a whole new world <cue Aladdin music>. On a limited income it was going to be tricky, but we discussed it with the kids and decided that the cruise would be their Christmas(and birthday) gift and we would have a nice quiet Chrissy at home together. We booked a cruise to the Pacific Islands (I was super excited because I had never been to Fiji before) and my parents booked as well. What a family vacation!
I bought new clothes and swimmers, made reading towels for all the girls as they had plans to sun themselves on tropical beaches reading good books. I bought good books. Wrapped them all and put them under the Christmas tree.
Christmas came and went; it was lovely. Everyone was excited about the trip and no one regretted giving up big fancy gifts in favour of our holiday. Unfortunately the excitement didn’t last for long and we had to cancel the holiday.
We had thought there would be no problem getting passports for the girls but sadly after a speed hump in the road of life, their father refused to resign the forms. Frustrating to say the least. Emails back and forth trying to talk it out between us didn’t seem to get us anywhere and after 8 months I knew it was never going to happen.
But I’m not one to give up so easily, so I applied to get passports without both parent’s consent. Seven months (yes, that’s right, 7 months!) and many phone calls to the ombudsman’s office later we had an answer.