Sunday, August 26, 2007

Having a Great Time, Wish You Were Here

So many things about vacation have changed since we were kids. We used to disappear for a week, perhaps send a postcard to say hello. Photos were taken using our 35mm film, and reviewed a few days upon return (if you remembered to have them processed). Car trips, when we were kids, were long and boring, and consisted of fighting over which radio station to listen to, and looking out the window to amuse ourselves. Speaking by phone to anyone was next to impossible, unless you wanted to pay outrageous fees to your hotel

My how things have changed. We can talk to our hearts content via our cell phones, check our e-mail on our wireless laptops, and update our facebook account (another story, another blog post). We can edit our photos on the same day, and create home movies that rival Spielberg (okay, Harry Spielberg, not Steven, but you get the picture). Car trips are a highlight these days, between i-pods, game boys and dvd players in the car. Trips are no longer measured in miles, but in how many movies. (i.e. it takes 7 movies to get to Florida; 1 movie to drive to the shore; 3 movies til Virgina, etc.)

I could write now about how much I miss the old days, how vacations have lost there purity. How my children should foster their imaginations by looking out the window. How we should bond as a family by simply talking. (Which we do a lot of). But...I'm on vacation. I don't really feel like being on serious, that's for the other 51 weeks of the year. Below is a little movie of our 2nd day in town. Boring to most, but I love it. :)

4 comments:

Anonymous said...

I have no recollection about fighting over a radio station with you...it was with Daddy, right? He wanted to listen to the Phillies game and us WFIL...or something like that. Glad u are having fun...wait till this weekend! Wendi

LJC said...

exactly. actually, you don't remember fighting over the radio station, because basically you would always get the station you wanted. lol.

miss you!

Email Marketing Yenta said...

and go figure...i work in radio...and by the way, I don't think that is true...gut ta nu

LJC said...

lol,

you WERE the ultimate dj...and you are right, daddy never let us listen to the music we wanted to hear; it was always the phillies or kyw. it would put me to sleep. mommy was much more amenable to our musical taste, weather wfil or wibg...

we did fight over who got to sit in the front seat; of course it was you...you were the older sister!