In the past few years my parents and I have become far busier than ever. As I take challenging classes at school, my dad runs a bustling business, and my mom works hard teaching special education classes, we rarely have time to relax together. When I was a little kid we traveled to Seaside, Oregon yearly sadly that has fallen to the wayside lately. But this last summer we took the time to re-establish that tradition.
The trip there was uneventful and quiet since everyone but the driver slept. When we finally arrived in Seaside, it was great. We drove through downtown, imagining where we’d go and what we wanted to do for the next three days. By the time we were parked in front of the hotel it was as if all our stress had flowed away.
The next day we just walked downtown, stopped in our favorite restaurant for a leisurely brunch, before continuing down the street browsing through all the unique stores. It felt great not having any schedules to follow or errands to finish. It was just “do it when we want because we want to”. Laughing and talking, we scanned the overpriced souvenirs. Later we walked up and down the beach, appreciating the mild weather and beautiful views. Another tradition of ours is roasting hot dogs and marshmallows over a fire while watching the sunset on the beach. As we sit back, we talk about all sorts of topics; whether it’s peacefully debating our opinions on an issue or informing each other on what we’ve been doing lately.
Probably the most memorable part of the trip was our final night in Seaside. Wanting a final good meal before departing early the next day, we strolled yet again through downtown. We came across a restaurant whose menu looked delicious. After being seated the waitress gave us a few dinner rolls as many places do. Not one of us knows the cause of what happened next. Maybe the waitress put the basket in the wrong place or maybe it had shifted while one of us grabbed a roll. The point is there was a candle in the center of the table that had a short glass container. Suddenly my mom cried out “Ah!” and my dad and I noticed our breadbasket was on fire. So my mom started to beat with her menu, my dad grabbed a napkin and started whipping it on the table, and after a few moments of panicked silence I dumped my water onto the flames. The fire was out and no one in the restaurant had noticed our surprise. The waitress appeared moments later with our drinks. As she put my lemonade down she murmured “Oh! Water!” put it in a dry spot and left. When a man came to wipe it up we told him what happened, and to our surprise he shrugged and replied “happens all the time” My parents and I agreed that was hardly reassuring.
What was great is that we laughed about it later. Had it happened at home, there would probably have been arguments and general unhappiness. Instead we smiled and returned to the hotel room for one last night of relaxation.
The next day we were packed and drove out of town. The visit seemingly went too fast, and we all wished we could stay. But real life couldn’t wait much longer back home. Seaside’s soothing affect had put us in a good mood, and we left hooping to return soon.
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