We examine the photos on display in the window. Larry, whose favorite opera is La Boheme, would like something in the way of a garret with a dormer window and chimneypots. And a sink in the corner. I'm not fussy, as long as there's a place for my canary. How heedless of the time and energy we put into home, community and friends, never mind love of country.
Vacation fantasizing is a lot like a mid-life crisis.
You want to dump your old life and marry some place newer. Larry and I walked out on real life in the 70s. We rented our house for a year and moved from Connecticut to Big Sur, California on the strength of a two-week vacation at the Esalen Institute, where I was convinced that I could actualize my human potential by pounding on a pillow and hugging strangers. This was before email. Our friends tried to warn us.