Photography and Text by: Corey Amaro
Our family has a tradition before leaving on a trip. It is called, "Last Minute Madness."
Not only do we wait for the very last minute to pack our bags, we wait for the very last minute before doing nearly everything, anything. This tradition allows us not to sleep the night before leaving.
This trip was no exception.
Our friends (who came to take care of our home while we are gone) think our tradition is borderline insanity. I confirm that it was, but we are not, "Sorry about the brocante things I found this weekend that are invading the dining room table, rendering it impossible to use. The fridge is empty I thought this was a good thing but thinking about it now you might be hungry. There's a bakery on the corner, and a store at the end of the road, and clean sheets and towels are in place in the dryer." I waved my arms as if it were all good.
My friend Nathalie sent me an email,
But when I heard you went out the next night as well with some bloggers, and got home after one in the morning, well it is hard to believe that you are even some what normal…. "
Last Minute Madness is about living every single minute to the breaking point. It happens to us right before leaving for a trip. It is as if life gets on a freeway with a Maserati! Yes, we were not at home most of the weekend, arriving home Monday at one in the morning, we hadn't packed our bags amongst a few other things. Our ride was picking us up at 5:30 a.m..
Two minutes before we were to catch our ride to the airport. I still had not find my camera lens. I was beginning to panic. I prayed, "Dear Saint Anthony, it is me again, you gotta help me, like right now, please show me where I left my camera lens."
I found it.
St Anthony allows me to keep sane during the Last Minute Madness.
Do you have a crazy tradition?
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