Memories from vacations are so satisfying. And recalling those special times spent in the sun, on a trip to the city or a cruise abroad really hit the spot.
Each year, my husband and I choose from a menu of activities, and every single one includes moments to savor. Why, just the other day at our hotel in San Francisco we were remembering some of our favorites.
“What a great bicycle ride across the Golden Gate Bridge,” Bill said as he opened another square of Ghirardelli’s chocolate. “And then there was even more fun when we pedaled downhill into Sausalito.”
My feet propped on the coffee table, I reached for a gourmet cream puff fresh from the corner bakery. Then, closing my eyes, I reminisced about the quaint community on the bay.
“You’ve got to admit,” I chatted while dusting the powdered sugar from my chin, “that was absolutely the best — if not the biggest — breakfast we’ve had so far. Those homemade pancakes were as wide as my bike seat.”
Bill cast a sly glance at my hips.
“Wait a minute!” I glared at him as he peeled the foil off another chocolate. “You know we’ve been sharing our food most of the time,” I reminded “and if you ask me, it’s been kind of romantic.”
Sipping a root beer float with two straws at the Nob Hill diner while the juke box played Only You taking our turn at the huge waffle ice cream cone as we strolled on Fisherman’s Wharf and munching on an organic doughnut at the Ferry Building as we held sticky fingers — all provided proof of a lip-smacking good time.
“You know,” Bill reflected as he eyed the remaining cream puff, “we’ll be leaving here for Myrtle Beach in a couple more days.”
My stomach did a flip flop.
The memories of San Francisco were so delectable I almost hated to leave. But maybe in some ways we’d had our fill of the place.