| Amount of texts to »vacation« | 12, and there are 12 texts (100.00%) with a rating above the adjusted level (-3) |
| Average lenght of texts | 234 Characters |
| Average Rating | 7.083 points, 2 Not rated texts |
| First text | on Mar 2nd 2001, 06:09:26 wrote C^ari about vacation |
| Latest text | on Oct 27th 2006, 18:32:24 wrote Mc Bird about vacation |
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on Feb 4th 2002, 21:48:17 wrote
on Jul 3rd 2006, 11:43:30 wrote |
The very first vacation I ever took was to Niagara Falls. I couldn't believe the rush of the water. For a long time I stood on the Canadian side and watched the water go over the Horseshoe Falls. The roar filled my ears so that I couldn't hear my sister say when it was time to go and catch the bus.
I wanted to stay and watch that waterfall forever.
We said “good bye” to New York, where we had enjoyed three exciting days. I would have given a fortune to stay. Therefore, I told my husband how much I would love living in this fascinating modern metropolis, if possible in a condominium facing Central Park. He answered , that the only condo we could afford was a modest dwelling like a Beijing Hutong. However, I kept on dreaming. I imagined us admiring the Christmas tree at Rockefeller Center, attending the First Night of a theater performance, spending days with the treasures of Guggenheim Museum; in short I talked about everything we had missed for the one or other reason. He reminded me, that we had to leave in a few hours and added: “We`ll have been at home for more than three months by the time the Christmas tree at Rockefeller Center is lighted.”
I sighed, stopped dreaming and we made for the airport.
When our vacation was over the rain hasn’t ceased. Therefore our good bye included mixed feelings, some relief but also a suggestion of wistfulness
When I dream of the perfect vacation now, I imagine myself travelling to an impossible Cuba.
I can feel the rhythms and the response and the beat in my soul in my blood in my breath. The heat of the sun, the swaying of my hips, the scents of mingled fruit and sweat in the streets.
And in the dark, I hear the waves coming to the beach, again and again and again.
Until finally I rest.
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