The Best Vacation of All with Photos
After years of traveling the globe, to foreign places with tons of touring, to exotic locales with lots of relaxing, and to other interesting places and tons of cruises, there is only one place that I wish to return to again and again when I want a vacation. That place some of us feel the need to return to year after year is known as our personal “happy place.’
I know a person who considers a cruise her happy place. She returns year after year to the same cruise, joyfully, knowing she will be treated to the perfect vacation of her dreams. Someone else goes regularly to Vegas, although I can’t imagine it as a happy place. Another couple I know go to Disney World each year for their personal happy place. A couple of friends go every year to a resort in the Pocono’s that reminds me of a luxurious overnight camp on steroids with color wars, games, and competitions.
Some of us are lucky enough to have another homestead in our happy place. I have friends and acquaintances with places in Colorado, Oregon, Maine, and California.
I even know of one other Texas person whose personal happy place is my own and she has a second residence there as well, traveling from San Antonio each year. Another person I met travels all the way from Singapore each year to a second home there.
My vacation happy place is not exotic. It is just a simple residential beach town. It’s called Margate, New Jersey and it is on the southern part of the New Jersey coastline off the Atlantic Ocean, just a few towns south from the famed Atlantic City. (Note for those Jersey Shore and Snooki fans – that takes place on the northern Jersey coastline, my place is southern Jersey coast. Definitely different as night and day.)
Cool blue Atlantic waters wash over the white beach, making the most glorious sound.
We have the Gulf of Mexico and beaches near me outside of Houston that takes an hour’s drive to reach. Yet I travel hours and hours to get to my Margate beach.
Here are some reasons why I love Margate so much:
From the moment I drive over the Margate bridge, I smell the salty sea air and a sense of complete calm washes over me. In fact, this is one of my favorite of all smells, and I cannot fill my lungs enough with it while I am there. My last day was filled with giant intakes of breath during my last stroll on the beach.
It is in close proximity to my city of birth, meaning that I have lots of connections to the past there, as well as lots of relatives and friends. And I got to see so many of them while there.
It is the place where I spent my happiest moments as a youth.
It is filled with all kinds of beach homes of various architecture styles, and you can spend days and days just observing all the different kind of porches. There aren’t a lot of porches connected to our main homes these days – Houston or otherwise, so this is a novelty that never wears off for me.
It is filled with beautiful flowers, most notably hydrangeas, one of my favorites.
The sunsets are gorgeous and I have a great view of them from my condo.
There is the best of both water-worlds there – a bay/marina area on one side of the town to watch boats and observe grand marina homes and ocean on the opposite side just blocks from each other.
The ocean and beach are right outside my door. I have a deck where I can sip coffee and watch the waves crash in each early morning, or view from evening with just moonlight illuminating it.
There’s lots of outdoors summer activity: from socializing on the beach, to biking all over the island, to doing the boardwalk from the next town up (Ventnor) into Atlantic City. Whether walking, strolling, running, or biking, it is a busy place as there is an ocean breeze waiting for you while you engage in whatever activity. Most of the time there is a cool enough ocean breeze to make things pleasant and sometimes it makes it downright cool – IN THE SUMMER!
There are great restaurants, shops, ,and even bars and a dance club for middle-agers like me to hang out and dance in. (I love to dance)
There is a national landmark – Lucy, the Elephant, a former boarding house in the late 1800’s. Lucy lives just a block away from my place.
There are lots of ice-cream shops that sell soft serve “custard” ice-cream and water ice–the favorite treats of my youth, and they are open until very late and stay crowded all summer season as people do late socializing there. We don’t have this in Houston for the most part (the two Rita’s here are 45 minutes and one hour away from me) and they call sprinkles “Jimmies” there. Where else can you do that?
There is great, fattening Philly-type food as well as great seafood and unbelievable breads and Italian food.
There are great concerts there, in Atlantic City at the casinos not far away. (Note that I never step into a casino, as that is not part of the fun for me unless I am dining with friends at one of the restaurants, or seeing a show) Here is a shot of Atlantic City from the boardwalk.
There is the Atlantic City of my youth and memories – bits and pieces of the history left from the area in Chelsea where I spent time in the summers as a small child, to some restaurants left as remnants of nostalgia and youth. (Tony’s Baltimore Grill, White House Hoagies)
They have even rebuilt parts of the boardwalk (Steel Pier) to resemble the fun, family oriented place it was in my youth.
There is cool, refreshing water to take long walks along, with a great view for miles and miles. In fact, I sometimes think I could walk to the ends of the earth there as I lose track of time while walking along the beach.
I have a tiny, cozy place with a beachy motif that is so comforting to be in – my home away from home.
Our offspring – scattered all over – enjoy time there with us as much as we enjoy it with them.
There are lots of reunions with old friends.
There are many, many more reasons to love this simple place as the ultimate getaway that never fails to thrill me, but I will leave it with the above.
I feel so fortunate to have spent a few weeks there, relaxing, catching up with old friends, making new friends, and just unwinding from a very wound-up type of stressful year. Our combined kids (except the West coast one) joined us too which made it so much more meaningful and fun. My own native Texans appreciate Margate as much as I do.
My goal is to get my Houston friends to join us there sometime so they can discover my personal gem. And I look forward to going back each year to see my old friends too. “Make new friends but keep the old, one is silver and the other is gold.”
So there you have it. After one of my busiest and most stressful years ever, I am relaxed and restored completely, down to my soul. Thank you Margate.
Where is your happy place?