The awesome Ken-inatractor is guest-blogging over at The Slow-Dripped Life, and is presenting this week's Question #5 for Carrie's amazing Get-Away Give-Away contest. In his post Ken asks... "Have you ever been on a trip or vacation that while things appeared to be going badly, something happened that changed your mind, from worst trip ever to, meh....this wasn't so bad?"
To celebrate our second wedding anniversary in September of 2010, we planned a week-long vacation at Port Aransas on the northern tip of Mustang Island across the bay from Corpus Christi in Texas. I had only been to the ocean twice previously in my life, both times more than twenty five years ago, so I was incredibly excited to be headed for the coast at last.
We knew that we were going in the off-season, this was intentional to avoid the tourists. We weren't looking to work on our tans, we were wanting some quiet time to relax on the beach. We were warned by many that we were going during the rainy season, and the forecast wasn't looking good, but plans and reservations had already been made and we hoped the weather would favor us.
We spent our first night of our vacation in San Antonio with my daughter, who was living there at the time, then headed on to Port Aransas the following morning. As we got near to Corpus Christi it started to rain, and before long the rain became a downpour. Water was coming down in sheets, like God had turned on the faucet and left it running. Streets in Corpus were flooding, and barricades were going up to block off the worst of them. We made it to the ferry, just barely, and safely across to the island - and then had to navigate even worse flooding conditions there. We searched for our little rental cottage in the pouring rain and ended up splashing thru water in our bare feet to carry in our belongings, which got soaked in the process.
For the next three days it continued to rain almost non-stop, the streets were swamped, the sky was dreary, and the restaurants that weren't closed for the season were closed due to the inclement weather. Sensible tourists had stayed home. Note my forlorn "beach boy" above, in the mall at Corpus Christi, hoping for an end to the rain.
The rain didn't stop us from spending time at the beach though, the upside being that we had it nearly to ourselves. We let the waves wash over our toes and collected shells that washed up on the sand. I loved the strength of the wind, it felt cleansing and invigorating. Those were moments of incredible peace and beauty that I will never forget. Standing there I could feel my connection to the universe. Often the rain let up at night and we walked hand-in-hand on the beach as the full moon peeked between the clouds.
We sat out on the upstairs balcony at a restaurant on the Riverwalk and enjoyed the best, and most potent, margaritas we've ever had... and then wobbled our way back across the walking bridge to our hotel. :-)
While the rainy weather certainly dampened our vacation plans, those days spent with my feet in the sand and waves rolling in from an ocean that seemed to extend forever filled me with a love for the water, and a deep longing to return again as soon as I can. It turned out to be a wonderful week together, sharing good food and drink, love and laughter, and the lullaby of the waves... making memories to cherish for a lifetime.
|Papa Bear made this heart in the sand for me|