"I'm a very driven person," I smiled.
"You must be terrible on vacation," he laughed.
"I'm actually fabulous on vacation. Why?" I asked in surprise.
"Can you lay on the beach and relax?"
|Who is for an interactive holiday? This girl. I get that it's|
tough for some people to understand
Since my conversation with my friend, I've thought back to my previous vacations. All of them I would consider fun, adventurous, and refreshing. None involved a beach.
|Vacation for me? Finding out how the rest of the world lives.|
That's what invigorates me the most.
Do I think my friend would enjoy the same pace? Not a chance. Don't get me wrong there are pieces he would think are great. Honestly, who would pass up a decent beer garden? Yet, I suspect my constant movement would wear him out and probably get a bit too cerebral. He tells me about an hour or two is his max on a beach, but I suspect that if he got really comfortable it would be a bit longer than that. I doubt I would even get to 'comfortable.' I'd have spotted the nearest volleyball game before the towel hit the sand.