I wonder what a real vacation feels like?? So far this spring break I have taken a midterm, written a short paper, finished homework, started next week's homework, done laundry, driven kids back and forth, worked on a pr newsletter, approved Yellow Pages ad copy, worked on a website upgrade with our writing consultant and had a mid-life crisis which involved a bottle of self-tanner. Yes, I am orange!

I finished reading Elizabeth Gilbert's Eat, Pray, Love last week and it has been on my mind as I ponder a real vacation. I am not sure one can be accomplished while employed or while one's children are not yet driving. Or maybe it is just me. What would happen if I just went away to Italy, India or Indonesia for a week without my cell phone or laptop? What would it be like to just eat pasta, visit an ashram, or pray with a medicine man? Actualy, no offense to Liz Glibert, but India and Indonesia are not high on my list of places I would like to spend time alone. I am thinking Italy would be nice or London, New Zealand, Hawaii, Jamaica, or a resort in Mexico. Ah, yes, a real tan! None of this orange stuff!

I think the next time I go on vacation, I will go away with the kids and be unavailable. I look forward to the day when my husband's vacation days are not spent in a lawn chair at a dusty little town baseball field. I want to go somewhere with tall buildings, art museums, or warm, sandy beaches.

I must be having a mid-life crisis, because all I really want to do is get a tan and buy some really outrageous colorful clothing! Maybe I just need to write another book! I am tired of MBA homework.