Itching for a vacation

Kirsha Hutchcroft

Itching for a vacation

I'm sure this year has left plenty of people itching with the travel bug. Plans were cancelled, trips postponed, and after eight months (with more to come) of mainly staying home, I can say that I'm certainly one of them.

My brother and I had a trip planned for the end of September/beginning of October to Brussels, Belgium and Paris, France. We were going to start in Brussels, exploring the city and taking in all that it had to offer, including chocolate. Then we would make our way to Paris and join all of the other tourists to see a part of Europe that is so often visited. Day trips were planned to different places, including one to Vimy Ridge where we could pay our respects to the Canadians lost. We had to make the decision to cancel our trip as the weeks of isolation turned into months.

Even a few short trips I had wanted to take this summer had to be put on hold. We normally do a cottage weekend, but it was right in the heart of the pandemic. I was hoping to take a few days to visit this really amazing canyon that you can water tube around, but again, maybe I'll try for next summer.

Even though it was all of these trips that were cancelled, they aren't the ones I am craving so much right now. There is one particular vacation that I would love more than anything, the vacation that defines vacation in my mind. This would be the trip my family takes to Myrtle Beach, South Carolina on a fairly regular basis.

The first time I was there, I was three, and I don't even know how many times I've been since. I remember when the hotel we always stay in was actually two hotels and we had to cross from the lobby of one to the other because that's where the pool, hot tub and lazy river were. I learned to swim in that lazy river. Now, what was two hotels has been transformed into one beautiful hotel that sits directly on the ocean. The sunrises are magical, the ocean air clears your mind of any worries, and whatever ones you may have left you can soak away in one of the many hot tubs.

One of my favourite parts of going to Myrtle Beach, is the moment we first arrive. They have a little drive through parking area next to the elevators where you can unload all of your bags and get checked in at the desk. The feeling of pulling into that parking space is one that will forever be engraved in my mind. You can see the pools and the ocean from the glass walls, the windows go down and the doors open and the scent of the ocean hits you right away. We're all able to get out of the car and stretch our legs after the long 18-hour drive to get there, and it's all worth it. I am craving that feeling more than I ever thought I could.

I haven't been in a few years, life got in the way for a little while, but I can tell you all right now that I will be going every single time I get the chance. The travel bug got me, and I know where I want to be.