I'm headed out of town tomorrow. My posts are written and scheduled, but I won't be around for comments, etc. until I get back next Tuesday. I'm going someplace warm and sunny with a group of gal pals to celebrate my friend Amy's 30th birthday. What's that high-pitched squee you ask? My excitement? Yes. Yes, it is.
With a little anxiety mixed in. This will be the longest I've ever been away from the Pea, and this Mama Pea is going to miss him. He'll be in good hands with his Daddykins, and Aunt Ellen is helping out while Hubbykins is at work. And my in-laws are coming in to town this weekend, so after a few days with Gammy and Grandpa B, the Pea's probably going to be all "meh...not Gammy" when I return.
Packing, I've been thinking about various trips I've taken. During college, there was an English course offered every 2 or 3 years in which the class read several of Faulkner's novels, then took off on a road trip through rural Mississippi to check out his old haunts. It was a popular course, but it never worked out with my schedule to take it. C'est la vie.
The professor who taught that course must have gone to Faulkner's stomping ground dozens of times over the years. That is commitment, folks.
That got me wondering if any of my readers have made any literary pilgrimages of their own.
Me? I took the vacation of a lifetime a few years ago when Hubbykins
jetted (okay, maybe "jetted" is a strong word for a flight path that took us from Memphis through Detroit) whisked me off to Prince Edward Island.
It is as delightful as L.M. Montgomery describes. Anne Shirley was one blessed character. The trip inspired my NaNo novel this year
never to be seen by human eyes. PEI makes me smile just thinking about it.
I'm curious...where have you been, literary-wise? Where would you like to go?