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Getting the mildew out of the little cracks in the shower isn’t all that exciting. But that’s why some people go on vacation—to get their heart palpitating at an unhealthy rate even though their physician told them to take it easy for awhile. Calling room service and not being in the room by the time the service gets there is one way to grab life by the ankle and never stop dragging, but another great way is to go white-water rafting. Or strapping yourself to the back of an experienced air acrobat and going sky diving in tandem with a professional to feel the wind blasting your cheeks and ballooning your parka and a line of sight so long that you see the earth’s curvature. A vacation is a time to live a little, a time to pinch the nipples screaming; a time to escape the mundane cubicle with the picture of your family and the dog. Yup, you love um, but you want to feel that you own yourself totally for a time. Your last known friend is your fear, a fear that lingers in the small of your back and travels up to your brain, telling you, “This is crazy! Unstrap yourself this instant!” But you won’t unstrap yourself at all. You’ll jump out of that plane, ride the motorcycle, be chased by that bull, or do anything remotely dangerous or stupid just to say that you’ve lived today and plan to live again next year for two weeks. |
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