Where are you headed? Chit Chat #25
Do you have a summer travel tradition?
Memorial Day is this weekend in the states, the official kick off to summer.
I think there is immense value is exploring new places, even if it’s a new restaurant or neighborhood right across town. I also love creating travel traditions—going to the same place every year builds anticipation, forges relationships, and creates deep, meaningful connections and memories.
Is there a place you return to every summer (or did growing up)?
Where is it? What made it special? I want to hear about it.
Memorial Day for me was always about the end of the school year, the joys of childhood, heading to the beach. Hanging out with my buddies on Long Island was a big part of that. The carefree joys of a spoiled childhood.
But when I pondered this question for myself, I more specifically remember the joys of the over stuffed family station wagon. That weekend, that Friday night every year in the 60s was all about packing for weeks to cram bags into every inch of the old Buick. Big boxes strapped to the roof, we had to drive slowly through the city until we hit the highway. So much to bring out to the beach, because my mother and I wouldn’t return until Labor Day. The promise of a long stretch of time ahead, the not knowing… but the knowing of clambakes and sailing, of late night beach fires and sunburns, of baseball and birthdays…the familiarity of rituals and the mystery of it all.
So tell me: what’s your summer travel tradition?
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