A friend told me the other day that every five or six weeks you need to make sure you get out of the city and take a break from the madness of New York.
It wasn't that long ago that I was in the heart of sleepy Devon in the United Kingdom. I literally spent ten days reading, sleeping, and taking some serious walks across Dartmoor with my Dad. It was divine, and helped re-charge my batteries for the hectic weeks that lay ahead.
This Thursday is Thanksgiving, and my roommate E. has generously insisted that I join her family for a traditional celebration of the national holiday. We are taking the train down to their coastal holiday house on Wednesday afternoon, and I'm told to expect lots of turkey and pumpkin pie. E. is twelfth generation American (cool, right?!), so who am I to argue?
Plus, I'm stoked to be getting out of the city for a mini-break, just as the doctor ordered.
Plus, I'm stoked to be getting out of the city for a mini-break, just as the doctor ordered.
View across the valley, Dartmoor, England
your friend was wise with his/her advice to escape manhattan every so often--in the summer, you can barely find us here!
ReplyDeletemore importantly: enjoy your first thanksgiving!! it's our favorite holiday, and you won't be disappointed. can't wait to read what you think of all the food :)
That is so lovely of her! So in the spirit of the holiday. That'll be so fascinating, to meet her family! Have fun. (FULL REPORT BACK PLS.) Totally loving your adventures. :)
ReplyDelete12th generation American sounds impressive. Must have come over on the Mayflower ;)?
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