Monday, July 19, 2010
The Chateau Getaway has turned out, day two, as one of the best trips I've ever taken.
The first night is always a funny first-night-at-camp thing: You're about to spend an entire week, night and day, with a group of women you've never met. You'll be doing things you may never have done before and the level of excitement alone you have for being in France is huge. Then, the feeling you get when met by a group of strangers who all have your same love of vintage linens, or crafting with beads, or flea marketing for the best deal, is truly heart-warming. Many of the women on this trip seemed to breath a sigh of relief as they sat down to a gorgeous outdoor meal: I'm here, it feels like home.
I've personally never done a group trip. I never really enjoyed camp, either. And, if I had my druthers, I would go on vacation with only RK and absolutely no itinerary. This trip is exactly the opposite.
So, besides me loving the hosting part, I'm so very curious why people do come on these trips. I decided to ask and the answer, over and over, was the same: I wanted to go to Europe with people that "get it". There's a serious camaraderie here and it's completely taken me by surprise. I'm fully inspired even!
I wonder if men look for it in the same way that women seem to? The need to be creative, to have an outlet that's not about your kids, your partner, or your job, is a need that should be fulfilled. Our whole lives, as women, we've been told that a partner will make you whole. And then kids will make you whole. And if you're still not satisfied and you need to get out in the world, you take a job, because surely, that will make you whole. When it really comes down to it, it's the creation, the creative, behind these very things that make us feel more complete. And when we've lost ourselves to our kids, our partners and our jobs, we find we want something that is solely ours. It's not a creation of someone else's making (by personality, by opinion, by rules), it's a creation of our own.
Having a group of women around you who, while you breath in the fig trees and the lavender bushes and sit overlooking a field of sunflowers, squeal at your purchase of old notions and madly photograph your find of vintage linen sheets and tell you they once felt the same way you did while you find your way through your life story so far...
well, that's a getaway that gets you right to where you're going.