Site of Vacation #1 for Camille
The first vacation I ever took was to Peaks Island Maine, a beautiful spot. Imagine my utter delight at staying for 2 weeks in August in a house right on the ocean. We could walk to the beach or out to the rocks and sit and read or meditate all day if we wanted to. When we heard the bell, we filed back to the house and into the dining room and were served a delicious fish dinner.
A great intro to "vacationing!"
I was 25 years old and a nun.
It did seem a little strange to me that once I took a vow of poverty, I was exposed to all the things rich people had—running hot water, showers, medical doctors on call, meals served, and vacations. Strange, maybe, but who was I to question it?
I wrote on that first vacation, a kind of prose poem like the "Picturesque Speech" entries in the Readers Digest magazines we were allowed to read (with about 40% redacted). I'd probably be embarrassed to see the passage now. I'm sure I used phrases like "crashing waves" and "majestic rocks" and "salty breezes."
I don't remember writing much before that, but it was kind of a thrill when the short piece appeared in the order's newsletter.
I haven't thought about that vacation or that bit of prose in many years.
You never know what memory a LadyKillers topic will bring to the surface.