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“There is a time for everything, and a season for every activity under the heavens.”
Ecclesiastes 3:1 (The Bible)
Today . . . it’s time to leave.
Sitting outside on the terrace of our rented condo, I overlook the gorgeous Mediterranean Sea. The sun has just risen over the pier.
Mountains surround me on the other sides. Seagulls call to each other and soar all around me.
I’m enjoying a cup of café con leche and toast with butter and jam.
It’s time to leave.
We left our home in Spain five days ago for some time away as a family. It’s rare. We never do this. I honestly can’t remember the last time we had vacation as a family.
Much Needed, Much Overdue
It was much needed, long overdue.
We have had a beautiful time together—playing soccer and volleyball on the beach, swimming in the pool and the sea, cards and board games at night, tapas and drinks in the evenings, dinners in and dinners out, scenic drives along the coast, wandering the cobblestone streets of quaint Spanish mountain villages . . .
It’s been fun, and that’s what our family needed.
The sea and mountains have been refreshing.
We landed in a beautiful place on the eastern coast of Spain called Altea. Its name comes from the Greek word, “Altahia,” which means, “I heal.”
It was healing.
The place is so beautiful. They call it the “White Treasure of Spain.”
Missing It
Our family lived on the Atlantic Ocean for seven years while living in Morocco. We are familiar with the smell of ocean air and the sound of waves and seagulls.
When you have lived by the water, and you leave . . . you miss it
I will miss it.
It’s time to leave.
Lasts
We are living in the “Days of Lasts.”
We played our last board game last night, we took our last morning walk, we had our last drink at the café, we enjoyed our last breakfast on the terrace overlooking the sea.
It’s time to leave.
The suitcases are packed, the beds are left unmade, the refrigerator is empty, the car is almost loaded . . .
It’s time to leave.
Vacation is over. How can it be?
It seems like just yesterday we were packing our suitcases, locking up our house, and loading the car. It seems like just yesterday that we were driving four hours down south, patiently waiting in standstill traffic, anticipating a few days away as a family by the sea.
It’s time to leave.
Vacation is over.
Today
Today, we drive back up north. We leave the sea. We leave the rest and relaxation.
It’s time to leave.
The time has come to go back to normal life routine, our house far away from the sea. It’s time for the boys to begin school again. Doing dirty laundry and packing lunches await me. It’s time for us to go back to work. Vacation is over. The holidays are over.
It’s time to leave.
I don’t know if I will ever walk on this stretch of boardwalk, have this view of the sea, or gaze on this particular mountain peak.
I don’t know if I will ever come back.
My phone storage is overloaded with amazing photos. I’ve breathed in all the sea air my lungs can contain and gazed on more beauty than my eyes and heart can behold.
Thankful. I’m grateful. I’ve been here.
Now, it’s time to leave. Goodbye Sea. Goodbye Mountains.
I don’t want to go, but . . .
It’s time to leave.
—THE CULTURAL STORY-WEAVER
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Do you remember your last vacation or your last travel experience? Remember the excitement before the trip? Remember the day when it was all over, and it was time to leave? How did you feel about going back home? Were you ready or not?
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