After a delightful week hosting my 14-year-old granddaughter here in Virginia Beach, the three of us drove to Truro on Cape Cod to meet up with her parents and sister from Michigan, our two sons and our daughter-in-law from Boston. We rented a beautiful house (pictures and stories to come) and had the most amazing week together. Nine people in a house out in the country, sharing every waking moment together, and not one cross word. No hurt feelings. No misunderstandings. In fact, we couldn’t get enough of each other and were very sad when the week was over.
Yesterday morning, our first morning back in our own home, I had this notion that if I duplicated one of our great Truro breakfasts, I could prolong that Truro feeling. Didn’t happen. I didn’t have the right chorizo or tortillas. I was out of cilantro, and I forgot to use the Sriracha chile sauce on the eggs. Most important, my son wasn’t the one making breakfast, and we weren’t in Truro with all our kids. We are back to reality, and it stinks.
For years we all have dreamed about renting a house and spending a week together on Cape Cod, and this is the first time we were able to make that happen. You know how you dream about something and plan and plan and plan, and when your dream finally comes to fruition, you find that the experience doesn’t quite meet your expectations? In fact, sometimes you build it up so much that you are bound to be disappointed. Well, that didn’t happen with us. This past week was everything we had hoped it would be. In fact, I think it exceeded our expectations.
Of course, that makes it harder to return to our pre-vacation lives. But we have our wonderful memories and great pictures, and now that we know just how fabulous our Cape Cod vacation together can be, we will have to plan another one in a few years. Meanwhile, I’m really missing those chorizo and egg tacos my son and daughter-in-law made. I have a feeling that my son-in-law is, too.