Escape to Cape May
I have a real love-hate relationship with modern technology. I’m not into texting, or tweeting or fancy phones with an internet connection. Nothing irks me more than getting clotheslined by someone on the street because they’re too distracted by the conversation they’re having with their thumbs.
I may not get techy in public, but I more than make up for it in private and admittedly log way too many hours on the computer. Sometimes I sit like a zombie in front of it without remembering what I logged on for or spend a good two hours pinning pictures of red velvet bon-bons and pretty outfit ideas on Pinterest. It’s a problem. Just ask my corneas. You can ask Vin’s corneas too. He’s even more addicted than me. We have five computers in our two-room apartment. Ain’t nothing normal about that.
That’s why we place an importance on stepping away from all our little gadgets and who-whatsits every once in a while. Over the weekend, we booked a quick little impromptu trip to Cape May, New Jersey, about three hours outside of the city.
It’s a town full of charming mom-and-pop shops,
beautiful victorian homes…
And tons of charming inns. We stayed at a wonderful bed and breakfast called The John Wesley Inn and Carriage House.
Our host Bonnie was warm, attentive and presses a homemade belgian waffle like nobody’s business. Running a bed and breakfast is truly a labor of love, and you can tell that she and her husband truly love what they do.
This was our suite; there were two flat screens in the room and we didn’t turn either on once. We didn’t bring computers either. Weird, right? Instead we asked each other questions and indulged in things that we often get too caught up in our daily lives to do.
Like tickle the ivories.
Catch up on our regular reading material.
And visit with one another in the parlour.
Our sitting parlour at home is currently
non-existent undergoing renovation.
We both found the little trip restful and restorative, so much so that we
didn’t even miss all the technology we’ve both grown so fond of.
And then I came home and blogged, tweeted and Facebooked about it. I told you. I have problems.