Photo by J. A.
There are only a few types of vacationers. One type prefers to stick their umbrella in the sand, lay down their towel, slather on the sunscreen and work on their tan for five to seven days, approximately. Type B can only be defined as the 'crammers' — You make a list of everything you want to do in a place and god willin' and the crick don't rise you're gonna do them. I, of course, grew up with the type b's of this world and found it hard to identify with the former, until I began traveling without my family... and discovered the oftentimes neglected type c — you make a list, grab the sunscreen, and go with the flow. sometimes you see the pantheon, sometimes you go to the coliseum, but darling, you can't see it all and still call it a vacation.
Two of our friends came to visit last week and proved that actually it doesn't matter what type you are, as long as you have a great time with your selected type. After picking them up in Providence, R.I., we drove on a whim to Orleans, Mass. and it wasn't beach weather, but it was beautiful... after that, we no longer had them captive so they ran amuck, covering as much as possible. They're exhausted now, but they had a grrreat time.
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