As Summer begins and many families head out on their summer vacations, I thought I’d share a short story I wrote and give a brief warning to avoid the ‘vacation syndrome.’ I hope you enjoy and learn something too.
When I was young, we usually took a trip somewhere every summer, and sometimes even in the fall too. When going on a trip, it’s easy to get the ‘vacation syndrome.’ This attitude could be described as one of expecting certain privileges, and feelings. In many cases a person with vacation syndrome expects everything to go smoothly, to be relaxing, and to be just as one wants. I mean this is a vacation right? You worked hard for this, right? So everything should be perfect. Unfortunately this is rarely the case, and often times ‘vacation syndrome’ hinders us from actually having a good time on a trip, and instead makes it more stressful. This short story gives an example of a trip with some obvious ‘vacation syndrome’ going on and I hope it encourages you to stop complaining and instead be thankful for your vacation and enjoy it and the time you get with your family.
Thanksgiving Cruise
I think it’s a bit ironic that the only cruise I’ve ever been on was set during the week of Thanksgiving. However, this is one of the trips that I can remember a lot of unthankfulness and many symptoms of ‘vacation syndrome.’ But it did teach me a lesson. And it is one trip I’ll never forget.
We started our cruise from Galveston, TX. We should have been very thankful that we didn’t have to fly all the way to Florida to get on a cruise, but unfortunately, we were late getting to the ship, and this caused some bad attitudes.
“If only we would have left when I said we should,” Dad grumbled as he parked the car.
We hurried to unload our many suitcases and glanced up thankfully at the tall ship. At least we weren’t being left behind… yet.
“I have to go to the bathroom,” Alicia said with a whine, I’ve been holding it for fifteen minutes.”
“Just a little longer,” Mom assured her. “We’ll go sign in and I’m sure they have a bathroom somewhere.”
“Come on already,” Jonny said with frustration. “I don’t want the ship to leave without us.”
I agreed with Jonny and started following him towards the wharf, with my wheeled suitcase in tow. We soon found the check-in area, and I was a bit relieved to find out that we weren’t the only family that had gotten there late. But there were some consequences. As Dad signed papers, I stared up at the ship’s deck high above us, and spotted groups of passengers clumped together in formation at the lifeboats. They were undergoing a mandatory safety training, and we were missing it.
“You’ll have to do the late training this evening,” the check in person said.
I shook my head; of course it would be my family that missed the safety training. I was pretty sure we weren’t going to experience a Titanic like adventure, but I still wanted to be prepared in case some kind of emergency happened. Now, while everyone else was having fun, we’d have to stand like a bunch of idiots out on the deck and do our safety training, basically singling ourselves out as the irresponsible ones. But it could be worse, at least we didn’t have to do it alone, there were several other families who were late too.
* * * * *
As our trip got underway, I found myself spending a lot of time in our cabin, a tiny room with two bunk beds, and a TV. We watched a lot of old cartoons that I hadn’t even known had existed. There was Adam Ant, and Mighty Mouse, and the Spiderman movie was played continually on one channel.
“Uh, I wish they played some better cartoons,” I whined. “Like Scooby Doo. There’s nothing good on these channels.”
“I’m bored of TV,” Jonny joined in.
“Yeah, I’m so bored.” I knew complaining about being bored was kind of dumb: I was staying in the room watching the same cartoons over and over instead of getting out on the ship. But I didn’t want to make any effort; I just wanted to be entertained. Thus the ‘vacation epidemic’ grew. Every little thing there was to complain about somehow got mentioned.
“Uh, I wish that stupid rule about not swimming in the adult pool never existed,” I complained.
“Yeah, that current is so fun to play in, and it’s not as crowded as the kid pool,” Jonny added.
“And we’re all good swimmers, it’s not like we need a life guard or an adult to watch us, we can take care of ourselves,” I added.
“You know what I’m sick of?” Alicia asked.
I turned my head lazily to face her, “What?”
“Those lady fingers that they put in all the desserts, they taste disgusting and I’m so tired of having to pull them out of everything.”
“Speaking of food,” Jonny added. “Did you know they ran out of free ice cream in the lounge today? Talk about disappointing.”
This kind of talk would go on and on, and what did we do; sit and watch more boring TV.
* * * * *
Thankfully, this was not the case every day. On the days we were stopped at an island or foreign country, there were chances to explore, and get off the boat. But complaining fests still crept upon us. The worst stop was in Cozumel, Mexico. For some reason, everyone found something to complain about that day, and even though we were all a part of doing something very enjoyable, we focused in on the parts that didn’t meet our expectations.
I climbed into the taxi after Dad had finally flagged down a taxi van that was big enough for our whole family. It had been a long day. We had split up this time with Mom and me going to a ranch to ride horses, and the Dad taking the other kids to the beach. “So what did y’all do?” I asked Alicia.
“Well the boys went swimming and climbed a big blow up iceberg, but it was too far out for me, so Dad stayed with me on the beach. It’s no fun being small. The iceberg looked like fun.”
“Yeah it was,” Jonny said. “But you got to go on the bounce trampoline and do flips.”
“But you got to do both,” Alicia whined. “I wish I could have gone with you Lydia. I would have rather ridden horses.”
“Well it wasn’t too exciting. I was separated from Mom for most of the ride. My horse wouldn’t go at all, even when I kicked like the guide said, he wouldn’t listen. He just walked when the horses in front of him walked. I really wanted to gallop with the others, but when I tried, the horse was still really slow.”
“So you didn’t have fun?” Alicia asked.
“No, it was fun. There was a cool show they did for us where this rider danced with his horse. And we saw a lot of ruins on the trail ride… they looked fake to me though.”
“Well I’m starving,” Brain said. “I can’t wait to get back to the ship. Dad didn’t want to pay for any of the food at the beach. He said it was too expensive.”
Just then we pulled up to the curb. I glanced out the window at the ocean in the distance; there was our cruise ship, still as a sunken log. “Good timing then,” I said. “Let’s go eat.”
We jumped out of the van, ready to get back to our temporary home aboard the ship, but as we started moving towards the ship, a yell disrupted the evening air.
I turned back to see Dad yelling at our Taxi driver, saying something about the amount was wrong and that it shouldn’t be that expensive to drive three miles. I kept walking, hoping the other vacationers returning to the ship didn’t think we were part of the same family. I hated this day, not only had the horse ride been quite disappointing, but now my Dad was having a breakdown about money for the whole world to see. At that moment, it seemed like I was on the worst vacation ever.
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